Every Cloud has a Silver Lining
"Ah! Shit! Damn it! Damn it!"
The arrow wound in my arm hurts.
"Come quickly! Where did the healer go!"
The healer finally understood the situation and used healing magic on my arm.
"Shit, shit! Cynthia! Where's Cynthia!"
"You wanted to see me, Prince Daviz"
"Ah! Why! Why did the soldiers of the royal capital fire their bows at me!?"
At the same time as Angeal departed, I left the territory and headed for the royal capital.
And when I tried to enter the castle, this was the result.
The soldiers who were guarding the castle attacked us as traitors.
"I got information from the prisoners..."
A few days before we came to the capital
It seems that it has already been reported to the Western countries that Anjeal was killed in battle.
And that I had arranged for this to happen.
That my purpose was to usurp the throne by deliberately causing Anjeal's death in battle.
"Fools! All these fools! It would be in the interests of Shelma and the Western countries if I, who is better than Anjeal, succeeded to the throne!"
And the room is filled with a smell that irritates me even more.
"Marquez! What's wrong!"
General Marquez, the once undefeated and ever-victorious general, comes before me, the stench of rot wafting from his body.
"Prince... the people's... animosity... cannot subside."
"Damn it, you guys…kill everyone who opposes me!"
"Are you sure...?"
"I don't care. Marquez, show your might, and you can do whatever you like to achieve it."
"Roger that"
Marquez leaves the room, but the smell doesn't go away.
"Damn, I don't care if the rotten smell is bad. I have to look at the timing and think about what to do about it..."
Even if that man got his head pierced 15 years ago, he wouldn't die at all.
The metal stuck in it still hasn't come out
That's why he's been wearing thick steel armor for 15 years.
I don't even want to imagine what's inside anymore.
I just can't stand the smell of the various body fluids spilling out through the gaps in the armor.
"Cynthia, hasn’t he finished that thing yet?"
"Is it the armor of Prelati-sama?"
"Yeah, if that's completed, Marquez won't be needed, and we won't need soldiers who just eat and waste food."
"He said the adjustments would be completed soon."
"...As soon as it's finished, march it to Marguerite."
"Are you sure?"
"What? Listen! The reason I was shot with a bow was because of their plot!"
The wisdom of a desert barbarian surpasses me?
Do not be silly!
This is just a coincidence
Kill them all
Kill the desert barbarians and get all the mines
Using that iron to further increase production.
Both west and east
I'll kill everyone who opposes me
I have the power.
Ancient.
I will mass produce the golem of Elfriade
I am the man who will be king of this continent.
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