After Becoming The Tyrant

As the power center of Legrand, being able to step into the Rose Palace has always been regarded as a symbol of identity.If any noble enters the Rose Palace less frequently, then people will show less attention to him.

However, it is difficult for the many nobles who were "invited" into the Rose Palace to smile in front of this glory.

These guys were thrown into Rose Castle by the king, and the Duke of Buckingham thoughtfully equipped each with a guard at the door of the room.

The new royalists feel that the Duke of Buckingham did this entirely on the king's will.

Everyone in Legrand knew that when the king tried to do something out of the ordinary, if the Duke of Buckingham couldn't stop him, he would choose to do it himself first, so that his nephew's reputation would not get worse—— If the king has any reputation.

The nominal "guests" who were actually prisoners of war would open the door from time to time and ask the guards when they could leave the palace. They had stayed here long enough.

The guards regretfully told them: Your Majesty is very hospitable, gentlemen please enjoy the delicious food in Rose Palace before leaving.

What food?The last supper?

The poor nobles of the New Royal Party turned pale with fright from their own guesses, and felt more and more that the king's arc knife was pressing against their necks.

Finally, on the second night after the "coronation" ceremony, the nobles were notified——

The king was going to see them.

Someone fainted on the spot, Holy Lord!The knife fell.

………………

Rose Palace, color room.

Bright candles were lit in the gorgeous meeting venue, and everything looked no different from the emergency meeting held some time ago.The angel, which symbolizes judgment and justice, still looks down on everyone from the dome, and the gorgeous megalithic building still has the unique bearing of the royal family.

But still different.

For example, at the top of the table at the meeting, the high-back chair has its owner.

The new royalists stepped into the color room with a heavy heart, and saw His Majesty the king at the top.

The king returned to his usual appearance, wearing a coat with exquisite gold thread embroidery, a white scarf folded several times, and fine diamonds dotted on it to sparkle.But what caught the eye was what the king kept close at hand.

On the left is the arc knife that cut the throat of Grand Duke Grace.

On the right is that thick stack of paper that I don't know what to record.

The hearts of the new royalists sank in an instant. They sat stiffly in their seats, and looked up to see that the royalists were about to get up and leave the table.They should have been here for a while, and they didn't know what the king rewarded them, and they all smiled brightly.

A thought flashed through the minds of most of the New Royalists:

If only they had taken the iron rose.

"Shall I warn my cooks, gentlemen?"

The king spoke, and the surly look on his brows did not diminish under the light of the candle, so even if his tone of voice was mild, it did not seem like a good thing to say.

"I ordered them to prepare a sumptuous meal for you, but now your faces look really terrible, do they dare to disobey my order?"

The food for the past two days is indeed rich, thick soup and fresh meat.

But who is in the mood to enjoy this moment?

The new royalists didn't know what the king was going to do, so they had to answer his questions and praised the food for the two days was excellent.

"Ah, naturally." The king smiled, but the nobles' faces suddenly changed when he said next, "They are all my loyal and good servants, even if I ask them to mix some belladonna in the bread[1] they Will do it too."

After all, after nearly two days, the New Royalists still had something to eat more or less.And the nobleman who had eaten those bread subconsciously pressed his stomach, almost wanting to spit it out on the spot.

"Be tactful, sir." The king watched the changes in their faces, "It's cold, a harmless joke is good for digestion after dinner."

For the sake of the Holy Lord, this kind of joke should be kept to a minimum.

The new kings sit in embarrassment,

"Compared to chefs, you guys disappoint me so much."

The king's voice suddenly turned cold. He was always uncertain, and the flames of rage were always hidden under his smile.A cold wind seemed to pass through the conference room, and everyone fell silent.

"Let's talk about what good things you have done during this time."

"Chervy du Bray." The king picked up the top sheet of papers on his right hand. "Sir, your trebuchet is excellent. It blasted the gates of the castle of Servi."

Mr. Shervy, who was called out, slid down limply against the back of his chair without saying a word.

Well now, the nobles of the new royal party know what the stack of papers in the king's hand is for.

The Duke of Buckingham wrote down all the "good things" they did during this civil strife, and it seemed to be written clearly.

"Monsieur Saint-Simon, I have to say that the fire your cavalry set on the lower Thoma burned beautifully."

"Mr. Lu Li, don't be discouraged. Although your soldiers are a bit inferior in attacking the castle, they are remarkable in robbing the village."

"Oh, and our Mr. Rosh, what you did in the east is also very good..."

"..."

Turn over the papers one by one.

The king's tone was so kind that it made people turn pale and almost faint.

The nobles with a keen sense of smell found that the king only called them by their first names, without any titles, and this detail revealed a scary signal.

"Should I applaud you?"

The king patiently counted all the people. He raised his head and looked at everyone with a smile.This smile is exactly the same as when he was dueling with Grand Duke Grace, don't forget that the arc knife is in the king's hand.

Mr. Shevy, who was named first, reacted the fastest. He immediately stood up from his chair, prostrated himself on the cold ground, and begged, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for my ignorance."

He can be regarded as a relatively minor one among them. He originally held the idea of ​​performing well in the Grand Duke Grace's seizure of the throne so as to improve his status, and he worked extraordinarily hard in the civil war.Wherever the effort to the front turned into a rope twisted around the neck.He didn't dare to think about what it meant for the king to point him first.

Shewi cried bitterly and pleaded guilty to the king.

With the first comes the second.

Their king was so angry that he even dared to throw his uncle, the Duke of Buckingham, to the guillotine. No one thought that his status was more noble than the Duke of Buckingham.

"What's wrong with you? Am I congratulating you for your courage?" The king said in surprise, "I'm planning to create a medal for each of you, and put it in front of your grave, how about it?"

said it...

The faces of the new royalists turned pale, and the king really wanted to chop off their heads.

"You deserve them a chance." The voice that could be called heaven sounded, and the Duke of Buckingham stepped into the color room under the grateful eyes of everyone. He looked at his nephew tolerantly, "Metzl's executioner would not think It takes too much work in one winter, Your Majesty."

"I thought you would be happy to help me with this, my dear uncle, aren't your soldiers very good?"

"You can't let them act as executioners. This is not the way to treat your loyal knights." The Duke of Buckingham said helplessly.

"OK then."

The king pondered for a while, then took a step back.

"I think you will be willing to make some natural compensation for the damage you caused?"

What can the new kings say?

They couldn't say anything but grateful.

—The king's arc knife is still on his left hand.

The paper on the right has been read and thrown to the ground, now only the knife is left on the table.

The king clapped his hands, and the king's secretary walked quickly into the color room with a stack of paper, ink and quill.

The paper was handed out.

"Come, my good gentlemen," said the king briskly, "write down on this piece of paper what you think your necks are worth in pounds. Of course, allow me to remind you of one thing. "

The king's smile is like a nightmare to the nobles.

They never want to hear the applause as a signal again in their lives.

"I hope..." the king's tone was extremely soft, "you won't have some kind of illusion...that I'm discussing with you."

The candlelight reflected on the king's face, bright and dark, and there was no smile in the icy blue eyes, as cold as a glacier in winter.

The nobles shuddered.

………………

The king flipped through the signed papers, and was satisfied to see that the numbers on them even exceeded his original expectations.

"Sure enough, it's more reassuring to solve it once." The king sighed regretfully.

The king really wanted to kill those great nobles, because they had too much power.

The great nobles who own the land can collect taxes in their own territories, hold court trials by themselves, and even directly hang the current thieves who are caught.Legrand's territory is composed of 36 states, with various laws and regulations, and even some lords have the right to ignore the judgment of the royal court in their own territory...[2]

Obviously, this is something the king cannot tolerate.

take it easy.

the king said to himself.

"Okay." He patted the paper on his hand, and said to the Duke of Buckingham, "Now it's time to bring Cousin John back. You must know that the cost of delaying is still quite high."

Speaking of General John, the king remembered another thing.

"The negotiating mission was detained?"

Hearing this news, the king raised his eyebrows.

"Winter is here and it's time for our officials to run errands."

With nothing to do in winter, isn't it a good time for reckoning?I hope that no one really thinks that the king will take a little ransom and let it go.

The reckoning after autumn has just begun.

"One thing." The king pondered for a while, then looked at the Duke of Buckingham, "I want to know something about the family Templar."

The Duke of Buckingham looked at him suspiciously, and said politely: "Your Majesty, the power of the Holy See is still strong, and the new Pope is a man of skill."

"Don't worry, Uncle." The king replied. He stared at the dancing candle, and the fire seemed to have turned cold in his eyes. "I have no intention of going to war with the Holy See for the time being."

If there was anything in the world that could drive a king to utter rage, it was clearly someone trying to kill him.

Unfortunately……

It seems the equally capricious Mister Devil has done this some time ago.

The author has something to say: King: As a tyrant, is there anything wrong with killing a donkey?

Devil: As a devil, is there anything wrong with trying to make up the knife?

[1] Belladonna: can make poison

[2] Reference to "Edward I" [English] Mark Morris