I'm not dead? Seeing a dragon in hell was just a dream?

"No, no... Help... Help me... Ah!"

In the bright and warm bedroom, a white-haired girl wearing a beige silk nightgown flailed her arms and legs a few times, then suddenly opened her eyes and sat up. She looked around frantically, her red eyes filled with panic and fear.

"Your Highness! What's wrong? Are you alright?"

A blonde female knight in silver armor pushed open the door and walked quickly to the bedside, looking at the white-haired girl Sophia sitting on the bed with a worried expression.

"Anna...?" Sofia, still in shock, saw Anna's cold face and glanced at her surroundings. This... was her bedroom!

Wasn't she fast asleep?

His soul fell into hell and encountered the dragon Diding.

Why did she go back to her bedroom?

The panic and fear in Sofia's eyes were replaced by confusion.

Is it... a dream?

Sofia pinched her thigh, wincing in pain.

It hurts a lot, it's not a dream!

She's still alive!

So... falling into hell, and meeting the dragon Destin in hell... that's the dream?!

Sofia turned her head to look at the balcony, where the morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains and spilled onto the bedroom floor.

The scent of flowers, plants, and trees drifted into the bedroom on the morning breeze—it was the scent of spring.

It's daytime.

So, the soul entering hell and seeing the dragon Destin, playing with dragon dung, was just a dream she had last night?

rustling...rustling...

That's the sound of pages turning.

Sophia turned her head to look at the head of the bed, where the young dragon Distin's diary was.

Anna's gaze also fell on the diary on the bedside table, an old, black and gold notebook that exuded the aura of time.

Sophia reached out to take it, but just as her hand was about to touch the baby dragon Distin's diary, she suddenly pulled her hand back.

She is afraid.

She was afraid that if she touched the baby dragon Distin's diary, she would have that dream of falling into hell again.

"What's wrong, Your Highness? Isn't this a gift from your mother?"

Anna glanced at Sophia suspiciously, then bent down and picked up the black and gold diary from the bedside table.

Your Highness always carries this diary with you, so why did you seem a little resistant to touching it just now?

Is there something wrong with the diary?

"Don't touch it..."

Sofia had just uttered those two words when she met Anna's questioning eyes.

Anna... is alright...

Her soul did not fall into hell.

Anna, who was about to examine the diary, froze. She looked at the diary in her hand, then at Sophia. "I noticed that Your Highness seems hesitant to touch this diary, so I thought I'd pick it up and examine it..."

Anna then handed the diary to Sophia.

"No...that's not what I meant. I was worried that this diary might hurt you, so I told you not to touch it. Don't overthink it."

Sofia took the diary, scratched her slightly messy white hair, and gave a dry laugh as she explained.

Anna touched the baby dragon Distin's diary, and her soul did not fall into hell.

It turns out that her entering hell, meeting the dragon Destin, and grabbing dragon dung was a dream she had while she was asleep.

Nightmare!

It was still a nightmare with a pungent smell!

Sofia got out of bed, went to the balcony, pulled back the curtains, opened her arms, slowly closed her eyes, and enjoyed the warmth of the sun.

So comfortable...so warm...

It's so good to be alive...

"Your Highness, are you... alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm better than ever."

Sofia lowered her arms, placed her hands on the balcony railing, and enjoyed the gentle breeze on her face, listening to the rustling of leaves in the wind and the scent of flowers and trees...

The hell in my dreams isn't this vivid.

"Your Highness, spring planting is about to begin. Last year, the Northern Territory planted three crops: corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes. Will these three crops be the main crops this year?"

Anna came up behind Sophia and said, "What to plant in the North this year is up to Her Highness Sophia."

Since the Northern Territory is now Princess Sophia's territory, only if Princess Sophia can govern the Northern Territory well and solve the problems of food, clothing, and other livelihood issues for the people of the Northern Territory will she have the opportunity to become the Queen of the Kingdom of Roland.

"Can these three crops alone feed the people of the North?"

"I'm afraid it won't work. Most of the northern region is mountainous, and the soil is not fertile. Even if a small part of the land is fertilized every year, the harvest is only slightly better than that of the mountains."

To prevent the people of the North from starving, we must first find a way to improve the fertility of the mountains.

Improve soil fertility...

Sophia thought of the mountain of dragon dung in "Hellish Dream".

If she could materialize all that mountain of dragon dung in the North and spread it on the mountains during spring planting, this year would surely be a bumper harvest.

"My father is biased. He talks about fair competition, saying that whoever can govern the territory he designates will become the heir to the Kingdom of Roland."

He gave my sister, Eileen, that fertile, scenic land in the Flower Language Plain, where crops could be harvested twice a year.

They gave me this barren land of the North, saying that if I could make this barren land rival the Flower Language Plain, I would become the next king of the Kingdom of Roland.

"He's obviously lying to me; that old man still wants Eileen to be queen!"

Upon hearing Sophia mention the King and Princess Irene, Anna kept her eyes down and dared not speak.

As Princess Sophia's guardian knight, there are some things she knows but cannot say.

For example, His Majesty the King told the eldest princess, the second prince, and the third princess, Sophia, that whoever could govern the territory he designated would be the next heir to the Kingdom of Roland.

Anyone with eyes to see in the capital can tell that His Majesty the King has only two heirs in mind: Princess Irene and Prince Victor.

As for Princess Sophia, the goal is simply to give her a sense of participation.

His Majesty the King never considered letting her inherit the Kingdom of Roland.

It is estimated that once Princess Irene and Prince Victor have settled their dispute, His Majesty the King will allow Princess Sophia to return to the capital.

Or simply assign the northern territory to Princess Sophia.

"First, cultivate the land. Have the militia from all over the North help the people cultivate the land, and try to cultivate it as deeply as possible."

"Yes." Anna, who was about to turn and leave, suddenly thought of the church. That small piece of land in the North, which was fertilized every year, belonged to the church. "Your Highness, should we have the militia assist the church clergy in spring planting?"

"No need. The church doesn't pay my taxes, and they've even taken over the more fertile land. We'll have the militia help them cultivate the land when the church starts paying taxes."

"Yes."

Anna turned and left to relay Sophia's orders.

After watching Anna leave, Sophia leaned against the balcony railing, her gaze fixed on the Twin Moon Towers in the city center.

There's a saying in the North: "First came the Tower of Two Moons, then came Two Moons City."

It's too difficult to make the barren North comparable to Queen Irene's Flower Language Plains, unless you can get your hands on dragon dung.

Forget it, I'll go wander around the city and see if I can buy some magic potions that can enhance soil fertility from the caravans coming from the Flower Language Plains.

After washing up and tidying herself up, Sophia changed into a beige knight's uniform and left the castle with her head maid Emily to stroll around the city.

After a day of wandering around without encountering a single caravan from the Flower Language Plain, Sophia returned to the castle, had dinner in the dining room, and then went to her bedroom to lie down.

Before going to bed, she took out the baby dragon Distin's diary, yawned as she read a few entries, then put the diary on her face and fell asleep instantly.

When Sophia regained consciousness, she found herself falling rapidly. Before she could even scream, she landed with a thud on the smooth, cold ground.

Diding raised his dragon claw, took Sophia off his head, pinched her and shook her a few times, then grinned and exhaled a breath of blue-purple lightning: "Yo, not bad, little one, you actually came back alive."