From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

When I asked, they looked at me with their heads down.

It was treason to say he would be king. You can't lift a finger at me even after hearing that.

They were stupid, but they still noticed. From the moment I told you I wanted to be king, you knew you'd die if you put your finger on me.

If you blame me, you die. In the face of that simple fact, they revealed their embarrassment.

The one who kisses the back of my foot trembling, the one who looks at me and chokes on my head.

“Take my land and everything in it. ”

Baron Savannah trembled and said. Ah, yes. You're the fastest one to notice.

He was still good enough to have a whistleblower under him.

Even though the poison and the master were his sins, he could not be executed.

“Are you serious?”

Grafe whispers. As soon as he sees my sincerity, he'll know.

I'm going to be king. That's why there were no guards outside this room.

It's a secret. It's just something I hid in my heart. I had no intention of telling anyone else here.

I was relieved most of my smile grew stronger, but Baron Savannah was different.

He looked at me and prayed earnestly.

“Please."

Yeah, sorry. I don't have the right to bring you to justice, but you suck.

Of course, if you kill a man, I'll give you a third of the continent's population, but you can't let a monarch rule a land like this.

You had to nag me and nag me. If I had been loyal, I would have left him by my side, blaming my wrong eye.

Unfortunately, there was no such person here.

Cough.

I put my foot on Gerald's neck and pulled myself together.

One little moan.

Quack quack.

And a broken neck.

"...... N, N, N......."

A nobleman was startled and began to open his mouth, but he could not hear the words behind his back. Digo stepped up and twisted his neck before I could even use my hands.

The corpse, wriggling like a chicken's neck, falls to the ground with a broken neck.

“Ahhhh!”

I saw the screamers, but my smile didn't go away.

On that day, eighteen nobles, including Baron Savenad, died. No, I killed him.

It was easy to dispose of the body. There were still Goblins in the mountains behind our camp, and the mountains were a good place to bury the bodies.

Grafe glances at me.

I said I was going to be king, and Grafe asked me if it was true.

“If you're scared, you can go back to the High Spire. ”

The High Spire was the home of Grafe, the city of the late Sieghal.

“I'm not afraid. ”

Graphene's face is hard to read. I really need to make a face for her.

“This is exciting.”

... Yes. That's what I thought when I brought you here. You're not normal either.

He was excited about what he had to do, and his eyes sparkled.

“A king, and I'll take his place. ”

Lind told me.

“Do as you will. ”

Royse simply bows.

“Whoever stops it, I'll break it on the front line. ”

“You just lost, right? ”

When I speak my mind without knowing it, Diego bites his molars tightly.

“If I ever see Edstein again, I'll split him into my halberds. ”

Oh, I'm scared.

I don't think it's a joke. It's scarier.

“I'm hungry.”

Jen Reed says, "What kind of asshole is in that guy's boat?"

“People matter anyway. Whether it's the king or the lord or the chief, Chris is Chris. ”

I try to ignore it, but Jenryd speaks. Sometimes he's scary sharp.

You're right.

People matter. If the kingdom does not change, whether my seat becomes a stone chair or a jeweled chair, what does it matter whether I become a throne of swords?

“Ah, yes. You're right. ”

I meant what I said about being king, and my people didn't change after seeing what I meant.

What matters is people.

He wanted to prove his worth, and Lind said he was my friend and most reliable knight.

Digo said he would pierce those who stood in my way, and Lois said he didn't care if the road in front of me was a thorn field or if the gates of hell were open.

Jenryd says the country trusts people.

“I'm cheering you on. ”

Jenryd and Lind react to the voices coming from the window. It was right behind them.

Jenryd's axe stops in front of a woman's head, and Lind puts her wrist and torso in the vicinity with a black slash.

It's a great reflex.

“Who?"

Jenryd buries her, and Lynd looks her up and down.

“I'm Rachel. ”

What can I tell you, he's an assassin from EightMoon, and he's still got his back, but he's good with birds?

“We're on the same side. I'll explain later. ”

Then the two of them picked up their weapons.

“Good.”

And Alice, the only one who didn't open her mouth, looked up. Something was on my mind the first time I came here.

She couldn't find her usual beauty because one face was tingling.

What's good about it?

And Alice looked at me and said,

“I think I can win next time I see you. My lord, let's fight. ”

There's no end to it.

You're crazy about this sword.

“Who won? ”

“That guy. The one with the great sword. published Edstein.”

You've been thinking about that.

“Did you hear what I said I would do next? ”

When I asked, Alice nodded.

“You said you were going to be king. ”

Ah, this delightful woman.

To Alice, it doesn't matter if I'm king or what.

I told her.

“What about the Dalian?”

He's just a good opponent.

“Tequila didn't say anything to your face? ”

I wasn't feeling well, and Alice needed to rest. I don't think it's a struggle in this state.

“Oh, right. He asked if I could see the lord for a moment. Other people are important, but he begged me to help him with his training. ”

Shit, that's not a request, that's a threat. Now that you've got your daughter's face out there, you want me to come out here right now!

“Teacher, you must be busy. I'll go next time.”

“Where's Dalian?”

Alice answered me.

Hahaha, this swordsman is crazy.

Yes, instead of being retrained by Technologies, I use this body to challenge you.

“Let's do it. Do it!"

“Okay. Now? ”

“In a week! ”

But you're healed and you should be.

The place where everyone left off after disposing of the body, Grape worrying about the latter stayed with me.

“You must be upset, right? ”

I will. Whatever it takes to kill the forgotten lord, I am prepared to pay. Of course, I was about to give it a try.

“No regrets. ”

Grafe says, and when I heard what he said, I grabbed his hand and stopped. Huh, I almost admired my fireball. It was a habit as a mercenary.

I could also think about it, and I had already used it once in the palace, but I forgot for a moment.

I stroked his back for his cleverness.

“... Joo-gun, why not the head and back. ”

“It's a good stroke. ”

It's not a complex. Don't say too much. It feels better than I thought. I like the curvature.

This is why people want to touch the camel's back when they see it.

* * *

I did not hide the murder of the barons, including the Baron Savannah. No, I shouldn't have hidden it.

I didn't say I doubted their loyalty and killed them.

Everyone will think I killed them out of greed.

“No, what's going on here! ”

Dutch birch jumps at you with his eyebrows wide open. Looking at his son and his face, I thought that I really resemble him.

“Is it true you killed them all? ”

“Yes.”

“Why, no, why now……."

I wanted to make fun of him as his complexion turned black, but I quit.

I can't have you bothering me, old man.

“That's why I was scolded in the palace. ”

“... You're in trouble?" ”

His son was surprised and asked.

Yeah, I'm a little bit mad.

I took the letter with the royal seal on it. The fastest bird flew in and delivered a letter, and the royal family rebuked me greatly.

[You have no right to take the lives of the nobles around you in exchange for a territorial war.]

The contents of the letter that began was long. Seeing how there's almost no rhetoric, I guess it's not normal to be angry.

It was a letter from Prince 1st himself, but it was as simple as that.

[Baron Fraunmut forbids any further territorial wars. Prove your loyalty by showing your power outside the territory.]

So now the nobleman of Sercago wants you to stop harassing him and deal with the promised fortress of Armstrong.

The prince had to punish me too. But I couldn't punish him.

I am the scales that move with the eye of the storm, the battle of the prince and the duc.

So I sent a letter with a gift to the duc, and he was about to reply.

He sent a very luxurious drink with no hangover at all, the Dragon River, the Dragon's Liver, and after receiving it, he wrote a short reply.

[Drinks must be shared. I was excited. Come see me next time.]

Favor, hostility, malice.

I couldn't discern it at all, but now I play on my own stage.

The accident I caused was the murder of a whistleblower. However, the prince was outraged because there was no suppressed whistleblower.

He'll be thrilled to be back. It would be nice if I, who is a prince who is pushed from the force, were able to outsmart the royal party, to stir up the power of the Howler.

I wouldn't wish it on someone like me if he beat up my enemies on his own.

But my enemies are not the kind of people who can solve them.

Above all, now the internal issues are more important than the enemy.

‘To see the king. ’

The situation and luck must be followed. Now was not the time to show my ambition to the world.

All I can do before that is prepare.

“Well, then. ”

I dug up the body of a dead honey spider and buried it in the ground.

Don't forget your sacrifice, son.

After the death of the spider, I left a silver thread in my hand. When I put one in my hand, I couldn't even see it properly.

The man I needed now was neither a master manipulator, the greatest pharmacist on the continent, nor a pass finder in the dark.

I walk out with a bunch of threads and ask Alice if she can see me.

“Alice, can you sew? ”

“You fight better with a sword than with a needle? ”

Eri.

“Lydia!”

There was my maid!

Lydia, who was my maid, had done quite a bit of sewing.

“Close your eyes, so even if you can't see the thread, can you make a shirt? ”

“…… Why can't I see the thread? I'm not a master enough to close my eyes and make a shirt. ”

Lydia shakes her head.

“I can't. I can't stand up and sew every day. ”

Don't you have a skilled sewer in this big territory?

Let's ask Duke Dutch.

As I walked around asking, Royce approached and said,

“My sister is good at sewing. ”

“You're a nobleman, aren't you?”

Nobles sew with my hands?

“You know, it was my sister who built the mansion when I was in debt. He didn't know much. He said he lived by sewing his wages. It's not like making a shirt with my eyes closed...."

“Bring it.”

Royce quickly brought her sister.

“Have you been well?”

Agatha smiles and says. I've gained some weight lately.

I felt like a very cute teddy bear because my cheeks were full.

Looking at her hands, there were many bruises on her fingertips. Most of them were needle wounds.

“Lady Agatha, can you sew? ”

“Yes, I do. ”

I think Royce already told me. She said with a confident expression. When I got up to take her to my room, Lois followed me.

“What about you? No training? ”

“Will you be alone? ”

This Sister Complex motherfucker.

“Why, are you afraid there 'll be three of you? ”

“Oh, my.”

Agatha smiles and slaps Royse on the back with her palm.

“What are you talking about? ”

You sound amazing, Lois. Aren't you sick?

“Sister, it hurts. ”

It hurts.

“Don't worry. ”

I don't want to be a girl for a while. There's so much work to do, I can't miss it.

Lois speaks carefully.

“I'll believe you.”

Yeah, trust me. He's not a snitch, he's not a monk, but he isn't now.

“Let's go.”

Lady Agatha smiled as she applied it.

And none of my ideal types is a woman who catches a bottle of wine upside down and beats the shit out of a nobleman.

I still remember my first encounter with Agatha. She grabs the bottle of wine upside down and bashes the head of the nobleman's blade.

That's pretty cool.

He's not my type.

When I gave the silver thread to Agatha who had taken her to my room, she saw it and her eyes sparkled.

“That's really neat. ”

“Careful. You might cut your hands if you pull too hard. ”

I took some of the thread out and wrapped it around a round iron.

You can use it as a wire with a few medications, and now the shirt Agatha made will be a piece of armor that surpasses the strength of the messy armor.

“Of course.”

Agatha really began to sew skillfully. It didn't look like it would take me a full day to make shirts.

While watching the silver thread glisten in the sunlight, I fell asleep. I dozed off and leaned my head against the wall. It was a leisurely afternoon. The sun coming through the window was warm, the silver thread mysteriously grew before my eyes, and a woman close to my standards was sewing a nostril in front of me.

‘I'm really sleepy. ’

That's how I enjoyed my relaxation before summer came. We won't have time to rest here in the summer.

I was going to tear down the Wolves' fortress in the summer.