Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

"The final plan, heh, it's a good thing you can think of this word, but it's a pity... I'm tired of hearing your rhetoric."

"It's not rhetoric, it's the only way I've found to effectively control the situation today."

It seemed that the mockery of women was unbearable, and the black-haired young man clarified with blood dripping from his mouth:

"With the size of the believers of the current savior and the power they possess, it is no longer something that the Aqiman family can easily contend with. For you, this is also an opportunity to retaliate against them, isn't it?"

"I can do revenge myself, and... what I say is fine, but what is it actually like?"

"what?"

"While you're thinking about this, other princes may take away the emperor's throne. At that time, let alone your idea, even your own life will be in danger."

"..."

As soon as the black-haired woman's words came out, the young man on the wall fell silent, but such persuasion did not make him give up, but made him go one step further.

"In that case, please help me become emperor."

"......what?"

The sudden words made the black-haired woman stare blankly for a moment, her brows furrowed, and the sharpness of her gaze doubled. However, even so, the young man remained unmoved, and emphasized after thinking road:

"If you feel that my words are not guaranteed, if you feel that I am incapable, how about helping me win the throne? Then everything will be solved? As long as the emperor of the empire helps, no matter what plan is possible, right?"

"What a joke..."

"If you can't trust me, then just use all the means. I am willing to accept whether it is a curse that must take effect or an oath that the gods will testify, but on the other hand, please do your best to help... "

"boom!"

Before the young man finished speaking, he was pulled up again and slammed into the thick stone wall. The violent roar accompanied by the bursting of gravel and smoke made the surrounding area more chaotic, and the young man also spat out blood.

"Don't push me too hard, I told you, your family is rubbish, you owe us countless lives, what face do you have for asking me to help you?"

"...Maybe it is true, but ahem, what if our joint efforts can save more people, or even the entire human race? That was the ideal of your race, right?"

Panting and saying this, the distressed young man leaned on the ground with difficulty to prop up his body, the bright red blood flowed down his chin, dripping down his face, but he didn't care, just whispered Inner longing.

"Heroes who possess great power but are not overbearing, dedicate themselves to others, guard in the dark, protect the world like saints, are your ancestors such a group of people?"

"Because I know them, I can stay awake in this turbid world. The ideals embraced by such heroes, the goals they strive for, even if they are just a little bit, I want to stand for them, cough, continue... ...."

Halfway through the speech, the young man's consciousness became blurred, and his vision also turned upside down. The moment his body fell to the ground again, he raised his head and saw the woman with black hair and golden eyes widening her eyes in surprise. Scene with a slight step back.

"you......"

Looking at the young man below, the woman who retreated for the first time seemed to want to say something, but the man's consciousness had been interrupted, leaving only the farther and farther shouts echoing endlessly in his ears.

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In the dimly lit room, the sleeping Paul Aqiman suddenly opened his eyes.

Just like anyone who woke up from a nightmare, the black-haired boy's eyes were wide open, his breathing was short of breath, he was staring at the ceiling in a daze, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

However, unlike ordinary nightmares, after his breathing calmed down slightly, Paul's face not only did not relax, but became more dignified. He sat up and rubbed his brows as if he was thinking about something. After a long time, he looked out the window and sighed. in one breath.

It was just before dawn at this time, and normally it was the time when the night was quiet and everyone fell asleep. However, outside this palace, the palace guards of the Austin Empire were all over the place.

For Paul, who was already a high-level extraordinary person, the heavy security he had never experienced made him feel a little uncomfortable, but what felt even more wrong was the experience of this week.

The current Paul is no longer in the castle of the Austin Empire. A week ago, Paul received a rare order from Emperor Lucas and moved to the palace in the inner city. At first, the young man thought it was just an ordinary entourage However, it was soon discovered that something was wrong.

The army of the entire Austin Empire began to prepare for war after that, and the tense atmosphere filled the place, and Paul's situation was not so much accompanied by house arrest as it was.

Yes, since coming here, Paul and Liz, the only maid who accompanied him, have been under house arrest. If it’s just like this, it’s okay. What’s even more weird is that after entering this palace, Paul’s dream frequency is getting higher and higher, and the dream The sense of reality is also getting stronger.

"Are those... really dreams?"

The muttering boy rested his forehead in thought, as if the bleeding wound just now in the dream was real. After thinking carefully for a while, Paul had to shake his head to admit the reality.

Dreams or something, Paul knew about this kind of thing from the very beginning, and it was simply impossible, because everything in the dream was people and things that Paul didn’t know about, and there was even an obvious entanglement between the two. How could such a scene appear in a dream?Comes with a plot?

It's not so much a dream, it's more like a memory, from the past, the memory of the ancestors of the Aqiman family, it's just... why did these appear in his mind?

No matter how much he thinks about this problem, the young man doesn't understand it. Normally, it would be better to see a doctor in this situation, but as a down-and-out illegitimate child, he would probably just be fooled by someone if he seeks the court doctor for such a trivial matter as dreaming.

For this reason, except for the maid Liz, Paul has never mentioned his situation to others, but in the past few days, the boy had some strange premonitions, as if his brain was about to break some barrier and remembered something.

Paul was somewhat afraid of this, but after calming down, this feeling subsided a lot. After sitting on the bed for a while, the morning sun gradually rose in the sky. Seeing this, Paul gave up the idea of ​​continuing to sleep, and he got up and walked out. At the gate, I saw the maid Liz and the strange doorman guarding the door.

"Good morning, Your Highness, I woke up very early today."

"Well, I had a dream, and I couldn't sleep for a while."

"I see."

Glancing at the expressionless guards, Paul turned his head to chat with Liz, feeling a little surprised at the same time.

Normally, the time when the maid came to call him would be much later than now. What happened today, so much earlier?

Thinking of this, Paul was about to ask a question, but he didn't expect Liz to blink at him suddenly. Seeing this, Paul immediately understood, and followed the maid all the way to the restaurant.

After closing the door, the maid looked at Paul, who slowly shook his head after sensing the magic for a while, and the expression on his face relaxed.

"It's okay, there's no one around, it's still very safe here at this time."

"Really? That's great, Your Highness, what others can't see, so that you finally don't have to hide the evil desire in your heart."