Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

To the nabber's word, the place quiets down.

"You know I forbid hate retaliation."

Navar kneels toward the new king.

"Ha. Therefore, I would like to fight the Northerners who have fought the Lord of our Gate, not the Suck"

"As a matter of fact, it's unlimited in revenge for hatred."

"Ha. But the Rwandan family also has something called Takemen's will. Even though the Lord used a despicable means of poison on the northerners who could not be known as the bones of any horse, thus torn in front of the masses is the disgrace of the martial arts. Shame has to be snow.

And the Northerners there were threatening to kill me, who was weak and weak because I was drunk, took my wife for money, and weakened my wife if I didn't help her. I beg your pardon. "

"Your ex-wife said she was being blackmailed, but you said you accepted the hateful assistant knife."

"That's the cunning part of that Northerner. It is a fact that my father was the enemy of my wife, and I will not open my name. But the Northerners took the shield that they couldn't win if they accepted the helper knife, and used the feelings of their wives who really wanted to take revenge on them.

Indeed, I have allowed my wife to be enslaved. But now we regret it and want to start over. I know I'm not in a position to say that. Because I abandoned my wife and son. But if you still want to start over, and even if that doesn't happen, I want to free my wife from the Northerners. "

"Seems to have already been freed from slavery."

"The Northerners there called themselves debt takers. In other words, as a prefabrication, I think we're freeing ourselves from slavery, and the reality is that we're tying up our wives with extrajudicial debt."

"Hmm."

The new king said nothing, but the masses around him sympathized with the words of Naver.

Trafficked into drowning in alcohol, he sold his wife as a slave, and his wife was threatened with killing her husband, forcing him to cooperate on the grounds of a helper knife because he wanted to avenge his child.

I freed myself from slavery, but I am tied up in extrajudicial debt.

I said I wanted to at least let you go.

The masses believed that word of Navar.

The Bat Beast Race (Tammai) successfully fought against the "Samurai" class of the Peacock Bird Race with a Northerner's knife.

The fact was only bitter for the masses who were born to think of the Bat Beast race (Tammai) as being below themselves.

There were rumours that the Bat Beast Race (Tammai) said that the Northerners who bought themselves as slaves had no choice but to believe the words of the Bat Beast Race (Tammai).

And even now, I couldn't believe it.

Suddenly, the upper Bat Beast Race (Tammai) appeared unconsciously anxious to join forces with the ruthless Northerners who resorted to poison to retaliate against the persecution they had ever suffered.

There his ex-husband from the Bat Beast Race (Tammai) told him something truthful.

Naver's words, which expose his father's injustice and also his own shame, were, in a sense, something the masses were glaring at.

The Bat Beast race (Tammai) is only being blackmailed by the Northerners, and the Northerners are the culprits of it all.

The surrounding masses turned their hostile gaze from safekeeping to the possessor.

Igshidehaan did overdo it. But all I think about is satisfying my greed there, and don't let the outsiders, the Northerners, intervene.

The new king, who watched the state from the top of the Great Wolf Car, uttered words to silence the masses. Even in the event of a riot, it was possible to suppress it by force, but I didn't want to do it if I could.

"It's not up to me to decide what the truth is without any investigation. Therefore, even if this duel is established, it will not prove the truth.

And customarily, it is the Rwandan family that is obviously pushing against hateful retribution because of a duel against a helper who is not a party, there is nothing wrong with rejecting a duel "

And look at the collector.

"Therefore, you are free to take this duel or not to take it"

The collector answers, self-healing his hands.

"... if you take that duel, can you promise me that whatever I win or lose, whatever happens in the future, the Lewan family won't get involved with me and Yobi?

To the enquiry of the treasurer, the new king sees the nabber.

"Whatever, let's swear we won't do anything overlapping with shame"

Nubber answers without staring, but the answer the collector was looking for was different.

"It's not you, it's everything in the Lewan family"

Noticing that the collector was looking behind his own back, Nubber looks back.

One gate of the Rwandan family of the peacock-based bird race could be seen seeping hatred and hostility toward the treasurer, who quarreled with Igshidehaan of what was kneeling on each side.

Retaliation against Yobi is not tolerated any more than a vengeance has been established. Then it was a natural flow for hatred to gather against the Northerners who practically fought Igshidehaan. There were also reasons why it was easy to gather hatred just because you were a Northerner.

"Besides, are you convinced by a single representative? Well, the others would be elephant."

Sinchai, who was kneeling at the head, looks up at the way the collector provokes him.

"Your Majesty has forgiven me, but your disrespectful words are hard to forgive. Besides, Naver, what are you talking about getting soaked up in your ugliness until yesterday? Not everyone here thinks you're the next person."

No one is alone in denying Sinchai's words.

"Right."

The nabber rises up softly and gives his respects to His Majesty.

"- Forgive"

Nubber looks back and pulls out the crooked knife with one arm.

The wrapping atmosphere of the nabber changed and the pressure increased.

"Whoever thinks he is stronger than me, come. The Rwandan family is Takemen. The strong deserve it."

Nubber waved a song knife.

A hurricane blew through Sinchai and all the gates behind him.

I wasn't hurt by that wind, but what I don't know about the magnitude of the magic put into the sharp slaughter and wind sperm, which is only brilliant with one arm, wasn't left alone in the Lewan family.

His skin made me feel that the face of the Rwandan family, on which Igshidehaan relied in every sense, was not something I could fathom.

If we kept attacking from the sky against the nabbers who could not actually fly, we would have taken it as far as the draw was concerned, but there was no way that such a frivolous imitation could have been recognized as the predominant.

"-Shinchai, nobody seems to get up, but what do you think?"

Sinchai squeezed her fist until it turned white, but drooped her head in disappointment and silence.

Navar sees the treasurer.

"This will do."

"Can this country guarantee that, too?

The neighborhood of the new king fades into the story of the treasurer.

Duels are a matter of ending between the parties in the first place. Unlike hatred, if only the rules were followed, the country would never guarantee the king anything.

Therefore the sayings of the treasurer were nothing but disrespectful, even if they were from another country.

But the new king controls his surroundings with his hands.

"Fine. There have been times when our country held official positions. After this duel, those who retaliate against both Suck and Klund shall be severely punished. Is this okay?"

When the collector nods, the new king continues.

"O Klund, it is against him who becomes a series of wars. I can change the day, but what can I do?"

"I don't know where and by whom I can do what if I turn the day around. I want it to end."

Though the words of the treasurer are good, they rephrase and confound the House of Rwanda and the masses.

"Fine. Then tell each other what we want."

Nubber tells without hesitation.

"Bet the pride of the Lewan family and the debt of Suck"

The collector was a bit of a thought wind, but made it clear.

"Let's bet our permanent safety and yo, a quarter of a million pamits the same as Sook's debt"

Hearing the demands of the laissez-passer, the faces of the Lewan family stare at the laissez-passer.

It's not an amount you can't pay, but if you pay for it, one gate can be in trouble.

But for the collector, that was the aim. Whether the rules forbid retaliation, the new king forbids retaliation, or makes safety the reward of a duel, retaliation is bound to come. Then I thought of cutting my strength from all directions within the present.

"That's fine."

"If that's good for you, I'll be fine"

The collector and the nabber face each other.

"Wait..."

- It's none of your business anymore.

- Shut up, Sook.

Where he had managed to avenge himself and pray to Daro even though he was worn out, the exchange between the new king and Navar, the treasurer began, and Yobi, who was unable to intervene at all, managed to raise his voice there, but that was clearly rejected by the two of them.

It was no longer the kind of thing that Yobi could stop.

While moaning in his heart as to why the two had to duel, Yobi could only stay back and walk away from the two.

"Did you call me Klund or did your arm heal?"

In the words of the new king, the collector puts on the gloves of the giant as he opens and closes his hands.

"No problem."

The new king sees the Navar.

When Navar took off his bird race courtesy clothes, the armor of the Rwandan family appeared from underneath.

Both sides were ready.

- Let's get started.

The collector pulled out the Kukri knife.

Navar waited for the collector to pull out the Kukri knife before kicking the ground.

The collector wielded a Kukuri sword in a horizontal sword for what could be described as an untouched work.

The nabber does it easily by slightly slowing it down, and when fleshy to the collector, he cuts the song knife up from the bottom.

The collector takes it with a round shield, as usual.

The nabber, who tried to wander into further pursuit, flies with a huge deflection of his body like a hack.

I walked past the tip of the nose of the navel with big claws making a noise.

"I thought we could crush our heads."

The collector pulled back the big nail that was rolling as he waved the Kukri knife. The claws themselves were transparent, but so were the threads of the spiny spider (atrabasic) that manipulated them. Consequently, Naver could not detect the movement of the big nails until critical.

The collector hips the Kukri knife and puts the big nail on his arm. I didn't want to do it with swordsmanship or anything.

A keeper who flushes his magic and opens and closes his big nails with a kapakapa.

"... a troublesome weapon"

It's a giant blunt instrument, and if you use the tip of your nails, you can also make a spike, and if you open it, you can also become a hand axe or sword breaker. And the hard crust will also be a shield. I don't know what kind of trick it was, but the claws just opened and closed and it turned out to be a more nasty weapon than I imagined.

But it should be heavy. Originally, large claws of 10,000 colored rock crabs (moosi himps) are used as hammers.

Given that, a hunter named Klund should not have insulted his low physical abilities with spiritual magic as a normal race to fight.

Even though you used poison in the first place, you defeated Igshidehaan, so you weren't just a coward and a good opponent to be alert to.

But Naver was smiling even though he thought so.

It was all an invitation by my own weakness.

Until the ruins were completely breached, he led the party to the ruins, helped someone, and took care of them. Sook was one of them.

But when the ruins were completely attacked and rendered useless, both parties and people left.

And he lost one wing, became self-inflicted and drowned in booze and beating.

I shook up money at my parents' house that I hated so much and abandoned Suck and Daro.

Still, I never felt anything.

When I lost the ruins, when I lost a single wing, no one was going to help me, so I didn't think I needed to help anyone anymore.

Even the suck was getting incredible.

Sure, I didn't just leave Suck, but some Daro was a baby, and I thought it was because I couldn't live on my own with the despised Bat Beast race.

But you can't believe it, I couldn't break up. Now that I think about it, I couldn't get rid of the last remaining suck.

I couldn't throw it away, but I couldn't believe it.

So believe me, I tried.

Cursed.

I hit him.

I also told him to sell himself and make some money.

Sook did everything he was told. At the end of the day I even became a slave.

When Sook got the big money he sold himself, he finally realized.

He just said he was weak.

Believe me, I was just afraid of being betrayed.

But it was too late.

Daro was killed and Suck became a slave.

Nothing more.

A Northerner showed up buying a suck and a suck when he thought so.

Seemed to be treated decently for a long time.

I told him about my father because Sook asked. I wasn't willing to hide it.

But I said I can't help you with the charges.

If you make an accusation or something, they'll just wipe you out and kill you both. My father is fine with all that for one gate. Besides, it's scarce as evidence in the words of such swallowed me in the first place.

Suck left silently.

You must hate me for abandoning Daro, but he didn't seem to hate me enough.

I should have known it was that kind of woman.

After that, I got tangled up with the Northerners who bought the suck. But the northerner was not ashamed, and said he would flee. With his mouth, he also said that he would die of all causes.

I didn't care about my life or anything, but I didn't even think about using my life to do something. that I realized that I was still thinking about my life to this point, and I had to laugh bitterly.

I thought I couldn't do anything, but I didn't.

For the sake of Suck, can you use your life?

When I made that decision, the next move was easy.

You just have to stay close to my father. That way Sook shows up.

And Suck, daring to block the new king parade, sued the new king directly and set up a vendetta against his father.

But there's no proof. What if there is no evidence?

I just have to set up a duel. In darkness, they are buried from darkness to darkness.

But I can't join you in a duel.

That's why I accused him.

Even if it is scarce as evidence, if it is rebelled and avenged in front of the king and the masses, we cannot escape as martial arts. On top of that, my father would eat it if I let the profit slip.

And my father ate, and hatred was established.

I wanted to join you as a helper knife right away, but I couldn't raise my name as a helper knife here.

Because in case Sook beats his father, he has to stand in front of Sook.

But perhaps Sook won't beat my father.

When that happened, I joined the suck, and I was going to kill my father even after discussing it. If I could, I would have let Suck escape to another country after I killed my father, and protected him from the Lewan family, but my father is someone I'm prepared to discuss but don't know if I can win. That would be difficult, I was prepared.

The battle between Suck and his father began and Suck was engulfed in flames.

I tried to join, but the Northerners joined me there.

And victorious.

I saw the best way to an unexpected addition.

I can totally free him up the suck.

So I challenged the Northerners to a duel.

If you, the heir of the Rwandan family, challenge the Northerners who killed your father to a duel, the Ments will remain the Martial Gate of the Rwandan family for now.

And by telling the truth along with his own shame, Sook becomes the victim, a weak husband he was liquored to be, and the Northerners can let the public know that he is the villain who was deceiving his husband and blackmailing Sook. The king will not be deceived, but there is no proof. Whatever the masses believe, they can't be told the truth right away on the spot.

It was a disrespectful demand by the Northerners, but due to the King's unexpected postduel coverage, the impression manipulation became an insurance policy in case, but that didn't matter.

With one more hand, Suck will be completely free.

There is nothing to be done about discrimination as a bat-beast race, but without being notorious, it will be completely liberated from the Rwandan family.

Bad for a Northerner named Kland, but let's have him play the villain in a grand way.

The nabber turns to the treasurer and waves.

The collector frowned at the act, which was far between, but soon set up a round shield for the Ice Warrior.

At that moment, the flame became a great wave and attacked the treasurer.

The collector blocks the flames with instantly unfolding ice and earth shields, but the flames stirred by the wind push in like a tsunami.

Behind the flames that pushed me away.

We couldn't afford to roll out the ball wall.

A serial strike of a songknife is slapped against the back of the zodiac, and the first barrier, an autonomous physical barrier, is brutally destroyed, but the zodiac activated the pile of dirt without even looking behind his back, while preventing the flames.

Piles of dirt protruding from the ground sharpen the Naver's life magic barrier, but no fatal injury was inflicted on the Naver, who instantly inverted his body to make room.

Escape the flaming tsunami so that the collector can also roll out.

The tsunami of flames lost its target and disappeared.

On the rise of the collector who was laying it aside, a nabber filled with mistakes waves down a song knife.

The collector receives reflexively with a large nail while at the middle hips, closing the nail and capturing the curved knife.

"Oh man, I also watched the battle with my father, but he moves as powerfully as a beast, and spiritual magic does it as clever as a bending. What kind of teacher trained you?"

Numbers pushing the song knife in critical.

It was an unexpected force in one arm.

A collector who sees a snowflake that seems to be a proper teacher. Snow White was stretching wow, but he was tapping the ground with tasin tasin and tail.

The collector feels a chill on his back.

"I was literally trained by a Spartan beast."

That's how I push back gory.

"... okay. Come on, kill me."

Nubber comes in with a critical and song knife even though he says so.

"What you're saying isn't what you're doing."

A collector who pushes back at the mercy of power.

Implicitly, it had become a childish, mean streak somewhere: the loss of those who pushed and lost.

"I entrust Suck to you - who is it? He's too unreasonable. He's a woman who can live without even an obstacle. You will feed it."

"Kill me, feed me, what are you saying?"

Nubber's idea of even showing a laugh and shoving a song knife into the collector was completely incomprehensible to the collector.

"If you kill me here, you will be evil to the Rwandan family and the masses. The Rwandans and the masses, as long as they have spears, that's fine. And Yobi will be completely liberated from the Rwandan family by my death, and a pathetic widow flirting with the Northerners and famous houses."

Nubber is killed by a collector.

With that one hand, Yobi will be completely free.

The freed slave returns to its original identity, but there was a tide that if the woman with her husband became a slave, when she was freed, she would have to return to her husband. Overwhelming man society creates a tide as convenient to men.

Thus, unless Naver divorced or died, Yobi, who by falling into slavery divorced from a woman and painted mud on the honour of her husband's house, and even succeeded in his hatred of his father-in-law, was inevitably hostile to the Rwandan family, even if he had the king's protection.

But divorce can't save Yobi anymore.

By having Navar killed by a collector, Yobi is freed from everything.

If the collector kills Navar, Yobi will no longer be obliged to restore him, and he will have nothing to do with the Rwandan family in the true sense. There is a risk of retaliation as it is, but the spearhead is directed at the collector by Naver's duel after making a convenient story for Yobi.

It's essentially the collectors who killed Igshidehaan and Navar, so it's better to antagonize that collectors than to target helpless yobi who no longer have any edge or itch because Navar is dead.

This was more insurance than the king would have provided coverage after the duel, but it should be better to live from this than to be persecuted from all over the country as a poisoned woman who covered the Northerners, killed her stepfather, abandoned her husband and switched to the Northerners, a mother who drowned in alcohol and was intimidated by the Northerners, while still avenged.

It is a natural flow for the Rwandan family to target such a yobi, and more than that, the Rwandan family to target the collectors whose construction will be established as a martial arts gate.

Human beings in this country do not believe in the words of the Bat Beast Race (Tammai), nor do they have ears to hear the words of the Northerners.

But for Naver, this time it had to be.

The collector finally understood what Naver was trying to say, somehow.

I don't know any more details than I don't know what's going on in this country, but I found out that I tried to keep Yobi alive until Navar was killed and for that I didn't care about the reputation of the collector or anything else.

But it didn't matter to the collectors or their reputation in this country.

No, I don't care if it was meant to be, but it was second to none, such as reputation, if you get a loyal slave and its own safety is guaranteed. I'm not going to be in this country long anyway.

Then shut up and get killed.

The collector pushes back.

"Yes, but when I look at you, I want to punch you."

"Don't beat him up, he must have already slashed him."

"Well, that's it. Take your hands off me, I don't care if the play falls apart."

The collector strikes the back of the nabber with a pile of dirt as he pushes much further in.

Nubber taking it defenselessly.

Flame, I should have been able to prevent it by the barrier, but I didn't do it.

The survey was dull, there was a blank, it was a throwaway. There were various reasons.

But Naver, while receiving a pile of dirt, did not show how concerned he was, pushed in still more gushing, and finally pushed a song knife into the neck of the collector.

"Come on, kill it"

That wasn't a line to say with a grin and a song knife pressed to the best of his power.

"So give me that look (kao) and say eh"

The collector pulled in all the magic of the barrier and the magic of turning it into spiritual magic, pouring magic into physical strengthening only.

Even the degree of human structure learned to paint was able to activate body strengthening magic more efficiently and powerfully than the humans of this world.

Using his predecessor's spring, he knifed the song knife of his neck all at once, and the collector slapped his fist into the abdomen of the empty nabber.

He receives a fist hardened like iron and breaks it into a nabbed letter.

The collector took off his big nails and pulled out the Kukri knife, wielding it with the neck of the nabber.

Naver was meditating his eyes and grinning.

Yobi was staring at the battle between the two. All I could do was stare.

Naver was serious enough to be reminiscent of the Explorer era, but something went wrong.

He seemed to be talking about something, even though he was in battle.

More importantly, it seemed like terrible fun.

It seemed like I was looking at the old nabber.

I remember when I was happy.

But it is pulled back into reality by the possessor's Kukri knife swinging to be sucked into the neck of the nabber.

Yobi was reaching for the sky so he could grab something.

But Kukri, the collector, instantly dropped the neck of the nabber.

Yobi had no choice but to stare blankly at the neck of the rolling nabber.

Why is Navar smiling?

I couldn't handle the various emotions that crept up, and that's all I was strangely concerned about.

Nubber, above all, had decided that he should die.

When I realized my own weakness, I also realized my own sins.

It's not like I can make amends alive.

Because he abandoned his wife.

Because I tried my wife and made her do things off the road.

I wanted to die and find where Daro would be lost if I could.

I may not be qualified to do that, but that's all I was going to do as a father.

Nubber hoped that was all, aware that Kukri knife had dropped his own neck.

The moment the collector dropped the Navar's neck, the place quieted back down.

"Until then. Winner, Klund."

When the voice of the new king echoes into the field, the people who were watching make a noise to blame the collector.

There must not have been bird races or beast races losing to race in one-on-one battles. I used the cowardly means of poison in the previous battle, so I hostilized the collector with the argument that I should have used some dirty means again this time.

In that, the face of the Rwandan family was also staring at the treasurer with hateful eyes. I didn't do anything in front of the new king, but it was an atmosphere that could have been attacked without the new king.

All in all, I'm glad to say that Naver did what he thought.

It was no exaggeration to say that he practically killed both Igshidehaan and Navar, so he had to be there.

The stone flies.

The collector was just picking up his big nails.

The stone is bounced against the barrier of the zodiac, and the zodiac sees the direction in which the stone flew.

His eyes were directed at the enemy, who only saw the people as' objects'.

But folks who don't know that try to throw stones to imitate.

- Gwo-on.

At some point the snow white that was beside the collector growls up enough to tremble the atmosphere, intimidating him.

Only then did the people stiffen their bodies more, as the Rwandan family, the martial officers and even the Third General were eagled in the heart.

The collector cared not for the snowflake, but stroked it.

The fluffy white hair was strangely pleasant.

"We have decided to win or lose. Thereafter, the Rwandan family forbids to be involved in both Suck, Klan names, and orders Klan to pay a quarter of a million pamits in the near future"

"... Ha"

Sinchai replies so, but the faces of the Rwandan family did not look convinced.

Naturally, the masses aren't convinced either.

The new king looked at such Sinchai and the Rwandan family, as well as the masses, and turned his attention to the three officers of the Third General.

They look up at the new king and then bow their heads deep again.

The new king rises on a big wolf car.

And when I had one wingspan, I flew into a clear blue sky.

Only then did the clear wind blow through the scene.

I felt the wind, everyone forgot to quarrel and looked up at the sky.

That much power was in the breeze that blew through.

In the sky, the new king 'incarnates'.

The head is like a majestic eagle.

The legs you took off your shoes were sharp and powerful, similar to those of a raptor.

And Zhu Jin's wings are big enough to cover the perimeter, divine enough.

That's exactly what I deserved when I said Garuda.

Northerners scorn it as' beastification 'or' half-beast half-man 'It was an' incarnation 'that only some of the bird and beast races could handle.

King Garuda, in this figure, manipulated the wind, flames and thunder freely and said that the kings of history had refused to invade the Northerners many times.

It was a ritual to reign as the new king and to name Garuda that exposed the crowd to what was said to possess the Patriarchal Divine Spirit to gain mighty power.

It was supposed to take place directly above the royal castle after the parade, but the new king did it here.

The reasons for this varied, but given what the new king is going to tell us, it is only a prelude such as breaking the precedent here, and things like nagging and blowing up as a result of the duel.

It also meant don't bleed with that.

[I am the fifty-sixth king of Garuda]

The voice sounded literally on the wind, to every corner of the kingdom.

People from all over the kingdom knelt on the wings and voice of the king.

Both the folk and the Lewan family, who were making noise around the treasurer, knelt astonishingly.

The collector also reads the air and kneels. There was not so much resistance because if you just kneel down, it's not a dust seat.

[Right now, the Kingdom of Rattana is in a more dangerous state than it was during the Great War. New ideas are pouring in and a great stream of economy is about to emerge]

The people are upset by the words.

[I hereby declare that I will therefore abolish the Crown and introduce democracy]

The only people who were upset were the three generals, the martial clerks, without fine dust upset, kneeling to King Garuda.

[But I will never abandon my people. Be the shadow of the kingdom and watch the kingdom forever]

To the words, all the Rattana people appeased.

Then King Garuda told him that he would leave himself as the final weapon of the land to reign, but that he would not rule.

After that, King Garuda talks pale about the policy of the Kingdom of Rattana.

It will take ten, twenty or thirty years to abolish the monarchy and move to full democracy, gradually and carefully. In the meantime, while tentatively using previous governing mechanisms, we will be applying the superior of Ichii.

As a result of the abolition of the class, the class name shall be abolished. I won't lose my sense of class any time soon, but I'll see about that in the long run.

Abolish slavery while transitioning to democracy. Using the interests of casinos to make the state buy up slaves, engage in opening jobs, etc., pay off debts over a decade and twenty years, as well as attach technologies such as agriculture and fishing.

Compulsory education is provided in stages and advanced education is provided to those who excel.

King Garuda spoke of various policies.

When King Garuda was a prince and was educated by the brave, he felt the thoughts of the album because of the influence of the casino, the complete trampling of the ruins and one scale of brave education on the kingdom.

If we keep the royal government going, one day new ideas, blood will flow by the economy.

There will be a revolution.

That would be the northern, album-thinking pot that pulls the thread in the back.

The kingdom of Rattana will be eaten to a great extent.

Even though the kingdom of Rattana is being fed by the evil government done by the previous king, I couldn't let it do as the album pleases any more.

He therefore replaced the three officers of the Third General, who had followed the Predecessor at the same time as his reign, and took control of the army and the administration.

Between last night's funeral and the New King's Parade, he also solemnly sanctified the Rape Lords of the Predecessors, who grabbed evidence by a 'shadow' he secretly organized during his prince's time.

Both revenge and duel were in some ways eye-catching, as well as a show to honorable officials who did not hold official positions that were not the subject of solemn cleansing.

He said he would never forgive unjustified behavior.

If the Rwandan family were to run into retribution, the Rwandan family would disappear completely from the Kingdom of Rattana. Though we have already lost our Lord and his Son, and there will not be so much power left.

Blood will flow for a while, but if it's the blood of a rapist, it won't hurt.

There would still be a lot of resistance after that, but I couldn't leave.

As King Garuda's proclamation continued, the treasurer and Snow White, Yobi, had disappeared from the spot.