The Release That Witch
Chapters 1's

Cheng Yan could sense that someone was calling him.

‘’Yang Mulia, please wake up ..’’

He looked away, but the voice he heard did not disappear, instead becoming louder. Then, he felt someone gently pull on his sleeve.

‘’Your Highness, My Prince!’’

Cheng Yan's eyes were wide open. The familiar surroundings had disappeared, his desk was gone, and the familiar wall of his pole had disappeared. Everything will be replaced by a strange sight. The round square surrounded by small brick houses, and the gallows erected in the center of the square now dominated its field of view. He himself sat at the table across the square from the gallows. There was no soft rotating office chair under his butt, but rather a cold hard iron chair. There was also a group of people sitting with him and watching him closely. Some of them dressed up as medieval royals and women from those Western movies, and tried to hold back their laughter.

Whatwhat the fuck? Wasn't I in a hurry to finish my mechanical blueprint before the deadline? Cheng Yan was confused as he thought to himself. For three days in a row, he worked overtime. So, he is mentally and physically at his limit. He could only vaguely remember that his heartbeat had become unstable, and that he just wanted to lie on his desk and rest ...

‘’Yang Mulia, please state your decision.’’

The speaker was the one who quietly pulled up his sleeves. His face was old, it seemed to be in his fifties or sixties, and he was wearing a white robe. At first glance, he was somewhat like Gandalf, from The Lord of the Rings.

Am I dreaming? Cheng Yan thought as he licked his dry lips, Ruling? What law?

As he quickly looked around, his confusion was swept away. The surrounding people all looked towards the center of the square, at the gallows. Many of the townspeople were also in the square and swinging their fists while shouting and even occasionally throwing stones towards the gallows and figures on it.

Cheng Yan had only seen the ancient tools of death in the movies. The gallows consist of two poles that protrude upwards about 4 meters from the raised pedestal, the, with a transverse beam that runs between two poles with a thick yellow hemp rope around the middle of the transverse beam. One end of the rope was tied to a gallows, and the other end was tied to a rope around the prisoner's neck.

In this strange dream Cheng Yan thought he existed, he discovered that he could see everything clearly. Normally, he even needed to wear his glasses to see the words on the computer screen, but now Chen Yang could see every detail of the gallows, which were fifty meters away, without his glasses.

Prisoners on top of the gallows had their heads fully covered with hoods and their hands tied back. They wear dirty gray clothes that are nothing more than a washcloth covering a very thin frame, it looks like you can easily wrap their ankles open. Cheng Yan judged the inmate to be a female with her chest slightly bulging, and looked on as she stood there shivering in the cold wind, but still tried to stand tall facing her fate on her feet.

Alright, Cheng Yan thought to himself, what crime did this woman commit that caused so many people to become so enraged, and wait for her to be hanged with such fury and hostility?

Cheng Yan's memories appeared, almost as if they were suddenly turned on and he realized the cause of the situation, and the answer to his question, at almost the same time.

He was a "witch".

He is considered to have fallen into the temptations of the devil and is known as the incarnation of evil.

"Your highness?" The Gandalf-like person urged cautiously.

Cheng Yan glanced at the old man. Well, Cheng Yan's new memories told him, the old man was not named Gandalf, his real name was Barov, and he was the Assistant Minister of Finance sent by Roland's father to help govern the territory.

The identity of Cheng Yan was of the 4th Prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle, Roland, and he had been sent here to rule this region. The residents of this border town had captured and captured the witch, immediately handing her over to the local guards for questioning. Questioning? No, he was immediately sent to be punished without a chance to defend himself. The execution of suspected witches was usually overseen by the local ruler or bishop, but since he took control of this territory, issuing such orders had become his duty.

Cheng Yan's memories answered his questions one by one, there was no need to sift through and read them, as if it had always been his own experience. He was momentarily confused, there was absolutely no way a dream could have so many details. Then, Cheng Yan thought, could this not be a dream? I really have traveled through time, into the dark ages of medieval Europe, and become Roland? I have gone from being a pitiful mechanical engineer with a nose down in his letters to a grand 4th Prince overnight?

This part of the territory that looked so barren and backward was in the Kingdom of Graycastle, a name he had never seen in his history books.

Cheng Yan decided he would try and check how such an unscientific thing transported through space and time happened later, his immediate concern was how to stop the joke that was happening in front of him. Placing blame for the disasters and misfortunes that befell them on this “witch” is the act of a foolish barbarian. He really could not force himself to do something as stupid as hanging others just to satisfy the watching masses.

He took the official written order held by Barov and threw it on the ground and slowly said, "I feel tired, we will give our judgment the next day. The court is dissolved, now disperse people! "

Cheng Yan knew he could not risk being reckless, so he searched through his memories carefully and reflected the former prince's behavior. He must continue the dandyism and mischievous behavior of the former prince. That's right, the fourth prince himself was chaotic, had a bad character, and did whatever he wanted without thinking about the consequences of his actions. By the way, Cheng Yan mused, can they really expect an unrestrained twenty-year-old to have good manners?

The noble members sitting with him maintained their composure at the unexpected statement, but a tall man wearing armor stood up and argued, "Your Majesty, this is no joke! All known witches must be put to death as soon as they are identified, or else another witch may be tempted to try to save her! Do you want to force the church to get involved when they hear that we have allowed a witch to live? We have no choice in this matter! "

Carter, this dashing man, was actually his Knight Commander. Cheng Yan frowned and said, “Why? Are you scared?" His voice was filled with glaring ridicule and not complete acting. A man with arms thicker than the waist called a "witch" is actually afraid of a prison raid from women. Are witches really the messengers of the devil? “Isn't it better to catch more witches than to just receive one?”

Seeing that he no longer said a word, Cheng Yan waved his hand to call his personal guard and left. Carter hesitated for a moment before descending and chasing after the troops walking by the 4th prince's side. The other nobles rose up and paid their respects to the prince, but Cheng Yan could see an unseen humiliation from the eyes of the people in the crowd.

Returning to the warehouse, the castle located to the south of the border town, he chased away the anxious Minister Barov outside his bedroom door, allowing him to finally breathe a sigh of relief now that he was alone.

As a person who spends ninety percent of his time dealing with others through computers, facing everyone as if he has just surpassed his comfort zone. Cheng Yan discovered the location of his room from his new memories, sat on his bed, and gained a deep rest as he tried to suppress his racing heart. Right now, the most important thing was to clarify the situation. Why was the prince, who could not stay in Wimbledon City, the royal capital, sent to this barren land?

The unexpected answer he produced left him dumbfounded.

Roland Wimbledon was actually sent here to fight for the right to replace the king.

Everything comes from the beautiful proclamation of King Wimbledon III of Graycastle to his sons who said, “You want to inherit the kingdom? The eldest prince does not have to have the right to be king, only the one who proves himself to be the most capable of ruling can inherit the country. " He placed the various territories under the rule of his five children, and after five years he would decide who would be his successor based on the level of skill they showed in governing their respective territories.

While changing the decision about who should inherit the throne into a meritocracy and providing equal opportunities regardless of gender may sound like a very enlightened concept, it is not, the real problem is with the actual implementation of those ideas. Will there be any guarantee that the five of them receive the same initial conditions? It's not like playing a real-time strategy game. To his knowledge, the second son had been given a better territory than this border town. Actually when he thought about it, it seemed that among the five regions that had been given, there was nothing worse than his border town. The starting point is lower.

Also, Cheng Yan was wondering, how to judge the level of government? By population? Military force? Economic position? Wimbledon III did not mention any standards, nor did he limit in the slightest to their methods of competition. If someone secretly killed another candidate, what would he do? Will the queen stand and watch her children kill each other? Wait for. …… He carefully recalled the next memory, well, another bad news; the Queen had died five years ago.

Cheng Yan sighed. Clearly, this was the savage and dark feudal era he had experienced. Their seemingly indiscriminate way of killing witches was enough to give him some clues. Also, Cheng Yan thought, why would he want to be king? Without the internet and no comforts of modern civilization, he would have to live the same life as the natives. Burn witches for fun, live in a city where everyone dumps their shit wherever they want, and end up dying from the Black Death.

Cheng Yan being a prince could already be considered an extremely high starting point. Even if he did not become a king, he was still bleeding nobles and had become a knight. As long as he managed to survive, he would be considered one of the Realm Sovereigns.

Cheng Yan suppressed his wandering mind and went to his bedroom mirror. The man who looked at her in the mirror had light gray hair, which was a hallmark of the royal family. Her face was slightly pale and with her usual facial features, she looked completely devoid of any personality traits. He seemed lacking in physical exercise and for wine and women, he remembered doing both regularly. He had several lovers in King City, but all were willing participants, he did not force anyone.

As for the cause of his own crossing ... Cheng Yan guessed that thanks to the company's inhumane urge to come forward, his boss had arranged for him to work overtime, which in turn actually caused the tragedy of his sudden death. Victims of such cases are usually coders, mechanical engineers, and programmers.

In the end, no matter what, at least I got an extra equivalent life. I shouldn't complain too much, in the coming days, I might be able to slowly improve this life, but my first task is to play a convincing 4th Prince, he said, so that others did not find anything wrong with my behavior and thought I was possessed by a demon, which caused me to be burned at the stake, Cheng Yan thought inwardly.

"So, in order to live well ..." Cheng Yan took a deep breath, looked into the mirror, and whispered, "from now on, I am Roland."

#if the plot is how I don't know because it's a translation novel.