After Becoming The Tyrant

The gray and white main tower of the castle is clearly visible in the evening sun.

The king stood still in the shadows, the breeze gently brushing his silver hair, and the warm yellow light could not soften his pale blue eyes.He stood in the shadow of the trees on the hill, observing the battlefield not far away.

The Rose Change affected most of Legrand.

The so-called "Change of the Rose" refers to the recent split between the "Iron Rose" and the "White Rose". A court poet full of romanticism gave it this name.Although it sounds beautiful, what it brings is a bloody war.

This is a bloody flower blooming in the land of Legrand.

With the Rose Palace as the center, differences and confrontations gradually spread outward, affecting the more powerful counties—those with important castles.The owners of the castle had to erect a distinctive flag on the main tower to declare their position.

However, the king's prediction was not wrong.

The war was indeed conducted with restraint.

The two sides competed around important castles.

Every castle is an important military checkpoint, and the majestic castle is the most important fortification and an integrated military weapon.While trying to avoid direct confrontation, encirclement and anti-encirclement, surprise attack and counter-surveillance, the time of the war continued to prolong.

Right now is a siege.

The king did not shy away from battle along the way.

He had to witness the wars of this era with his own eyes. Whether it was the education Puerlan himself received or the knowledge Zhu Chi acquired in his previous life, they were just stories from other people's mouths.Only by witnessing and experiencing it with one's own eyes can one truly understand the flames of war in this era and avoid making wrong judgments based on the arrogance of latecomers.

There is no room for error in war.

"Your Majesty, the battle horn of the siege is about to sound, are you interested in stepping up to watch it?" The devil quietly appeared behind the king and asked thoughtfully, "Of course, don't worry, they won't find you , let alone hurt you."

The king turned his head slightly to examine the devil.

The devil stretched out his hand and made an invitation: "Don't get me wrong, Your Majesty. I'm just curious about you."

He didn't say he was curious, and waited for the king to make a decision.

At this moment the horn sounded.

The main tower of the castle they passed had a banner painted with white roses.

The soldiers who besieged the city had bright red smocks over their armor. The commander was a middle-aged knight. The king didn't know him, but judging from his temperament and insignia, he should belong to the old subordinates of the Duke of Buckingham.

The commander gave the order to attack.

"God bless my king!"

The soldiers shouted, and the battle flag was raised high.

The king gazed at them for a moment, then accepted the devil's invitation.

The devil was indeed clever. He whistled softly, and a Nightmare horse got out of the bone carriage without a sound, and ran to the king meekly.The devil stretched out his hand and flicked a golden saddle on Nightmare's body, and the king turned over and sat on Nightmare.The devil patted Nightmare's neck and held the reins.

"Okay, let's go."

He said briskly.

As the sun was about to fall, at the turn of dusk, the devil led Nightmare, leading the king as if turning into a cloud of shadows, and sneaked into the battlefield without a sound.

Just like the nightmare carriage was able to ignore the giant trees in the Kono forest that day, today the devil and the king seem to travel through the space that overlaps with reality.The king can smell the bloody smell of the battlefield, can clearly see the sharp swords, and can clearly hear the sound of metal clashing.

But no one around them could see them, and the arrows flying from the battlefield could not reach them.

The king watched the battle personally.

First you need to capture the castle's outskirts.Catapults were pressed onto the battlefield, and boulders were thrown to smash holes in the strong towers.There is no doubt that the soldiers hiding in the tower and shooting have been turned into meat.There are not many trebuchets, just to interrupt the rain of arrows flying out of the archery holes.

With the help of the cover of the trebuchet, the soldiers moved forward and quickly filled the ditch under the castle.The commander of the guard tower soon discovered this. Under the deliberate reminder of the devil, the king saw the guards of the castle pouring the boiling oil from the top.Some of the soldiers filling the ditch got out of the way, and some howled and fell to the ground in pain.

The king sat upright on the nightmare.

He didn't look away, watching the scene calmly.

The king observes the battlefield, analyzing the general fighting strength of the soldiers, and the devil observes the king.

Many people don't understand the truth that "if you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight".Many people yearn for great power, but can they really afford what that power brings?

Generals must watch their soldiers die, judges must be responsible for every life they judge, what about kings?

The king is the backbone of this country, even if it is blood, sins, good or bad...everything that ordinary people would have a disturbed conscience and cannot face, he must take it without changing his face, without showing cowardice.

The most brutal part of the fight was on.

The commander took the lead, drove his horses to the bottom of the suspension bridge, and roared to command the soldiers to set up a high ladder.A soldier quickly climbed up the tower on a ladder.The enemies of the guard shouted and fought with them.Soldiers continued to fall from the tower.

The king was just under the drawbridge. He raised his head and watched the soldiers fall. He moved his fingers slightly but did not lift them up.

He clearly knew that he could not touch them, nor could he save them.

But he didn't lower his head, the falling figure of every soldier was reflected in his ice blue pupils.

The drawbridge was lowered, and the commander Prancing Horse rushed in with the long-awaited cavalry.The guarding enemies retreated into the depths of the castle unwillingly and fearfully.

The battle has been decided, and the next step is victory.

"Want to share the victory with them, my lord?" asked the devil.

"unnecessary."

Nightmare walked to the edge of the battlefield, and it was already dusk.

Suddenly the King jumped down from the Nightmare, and the Devil gave a cry of surprise as he picked up a blood-stained longbow from the ground.Immediately afterwards, the king pulled out an arrow stuck in one of his soldiers, put it on the bowstring, turned around and drew the bow full towards the gray tower.

He lets go.

The blood-stained iron arrow pierced through the air, and the next moment, the rope tied to the white rose flag was shot, and the flag fell from the sky.

The white rose flag fell into the flames of battle, and the king said "go."

"Your Majesty, if you are king, you must wear blood as your robe."

The devil let out a faint sigh.

………………

The sworn knights who were staying with the king had been waiting for a while, and they were relieved to see the king returned safely.They boarded a well-camouflaged carriage and passed quietly from the edge of the battlefield.

They will go to Caernarfon.

There, the king will join Angel's army.

Yes.

The king used a letter to get Angor to agree to his request.

He borrowed the sharp knife.

According to the king's request, Angor's army did not pass through the wide avenue, but chose a more rugged and hidden mountain road, but this is not too difficult for the Angor people living in the mountain area requirements.

Suddenly, the king remembered something.

He asked the charioteer, "Will you take part in the wars of men?"

"It depends on how you define it, Your Majesty." The devil seemed to have thought of something, "Ah, one or two hungry ghouls will definitely sneak a few mouthfuls of corpses, you can't expect those guys to be moral, right? But... with that damned knife on the head, I don't think any guy has the guts to go straight into the war."

The Devil has no explanation for what exactly "that damned knife" is.

The king knocked on the car window, his face suddenly turned cold for some reason.

"Don't worry about these battles anymore, and rush to Caernarfon at full speed."

the king ordered.

The carriage turned into a puff of smoke and passed over the hills.

………………

On the southeast coast of Legrand, a port belonging to the Five Ports Alliance.

A ship passing through the abyss strait quietly docked here.

At this time of year, the Abyss Strait is shrouded in the monsoon, and there is a favorable wind from Legrand to the east, but other ships have to face violent wind and waves when they come to Legrand.However, this ship seemed to be unaffected by the wind and waves. It came through the wind and waves like walking on flat ground.

This is a very beautiful big ship, flying a snow-white flag, with a very sacred cross painted on the flag.The sailors on board were silent.

The person in charge of the port is waiting here respectfully.

The white pedals were lowered, and a man wearing a bright red gown and a red shawl walked down slowly. His attire showed his identity—a cardinal.

As such a powerful member of the holy court, he seemed relatively young, and under the square hat was a gentle face that made people feel close.The light-colored brown hair was blown by the breeze, and the facial features were slightly softened—if someone had met the Pope, they would find that the young cardinal's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to that one.

Of course, no one dared to say that.

Looking at the land of Legrand, the young cardinal held the golden cross on his chest and said softly, "May the Lord bless Legrand."

"May the Lord bless Legrand."

The person in charge should agree.

The young cardinal smiled slightly, and he was still carrying a small box.

In the era when states were divided into equal boundaries and kingdoms conquered each other, there was still such an invisible kingdom. It had no city walls and no borders, but it covered both sides of the Abyss Strait and stood above castle towers. The sound of the bronze bell echoes throughout the four seasons.

That is--

Kingdom of God.

The kingdom of God is everywhere, and the holy voice in the heart is His realm.

That's what the young cardinal came for.He is not just a cardinal.

He is the papal envoy.

—He came to crown Legrand's new king for the Pope.