After Becoming The Tyrant

In the words of the former Templar Commander, the king understood where the enmity between the Rose family and the Holy Court came from.

A family that once slayed evil dragons, a family that was so arrogant that it dared to build a kingdom on the bones of giant dragons... How could such a family that is almost synonymous with madness be willing to be shrouded in the kingdom of God?

The kings of the Rose family don't need anyone to be crowned, they are born to be Legrand's monarchs.

When people prayed to the gods for help, the gods did not extend their hands, and the Qiangwei family slew the dragon with their own strength, so Legrand's glory has nothing to do with anything else since then.

The king needs to be crowned by the Holy Court. What kind of grace and glory is this to the Rose family?

It's a shame!

"This is...a disgrace." The king whispered to himself, his pupils showed the bones and roses in front of him, "This is glory!"

Something lurks beneath the undercurrent, and they smell of blood, and the king sees their shadows.

The seemingly wild ex-templar captain was also watching the king.

He is the leader of the Qiangwei family with special powers, but he has never seen the king before.These people are just hiding in the dark according to the usual practice.Under normal circumstances, they will not be controlled by the king himself, but will be handed over to a person who is absolutely loyal to the king.

Kings rule the empire in the sun, while they defend the king's realm in the shadows.

Only a few Legrand kings in history have personally wielded the knife in the shadows.The most recent one was the king's father, William III.

The ex-Chief Templar knew the Duke of Buckingham's deep intention for him to come to see the king.

The Duke of Buckingham intends to return the sharp knife to the King.

The former Templar Grandmaster isn't sure if that's a good idea, since William III, the last Legrand monarch to have had the most violent conflict with theocracy, is buried forever.

So, what about the king?

Will the king make the same choice as his father?

"If they want to use one or two generations of death to stifle the ambition of the Qiangwei family, then they are really naive." The former head of the Templar Knight answered the king's murmur, while waiting for the king's answer.

"I thought maybe you should know one thing."

The king watched him, his voice was not high, but under that flat tone there was a continuous determination.

"I don't intend to let anyone judge me."

The ex-Templar laughed.

In the swirling air current, the former Templar Captain knelt down on one knee towards the king: "Then...please draw out your sword and accept the allegiance from your knights, Your Majesty."

"I represent all my companions."

The ex-templar captain added.

The king drew out the national sword hanging on the wall. He stepped forward and put the sword on the shoulder of his knight.

"For the glory of Rose."

said the king.

"For the glory of Rose."

The ex-templar captain replied.

……

The airflow gradually calmed down, the white bones returned to the appearance of stone pillars, and those exquisite roses were turned into reliefs on top of them again.The room was a little messy, and from the surface, it was just an ordinary luxurious palace, and no one could imagine how terrifying its spine was.

The sword-giving ceremony with only two people present was completed.

The King returned to his seat, the ex-Templar a little more relaxed than at first.

"Now, let's discuss how to deal with the devil you mentioned. This requires a little wisdom." The knight commander laughed, "Well...you know, tricks and conspiracies are actually our forte."

Of course the king remembered.

The Qiangwei family did not slay dragons with the weapons bestowed by the gods like normal brave men, but relied on the wisdom and strength of mortals—of course, in other people's mouths, it was tricks and conspiracies.

"Come on, let's set up a small game for Mr. Devil."

The king, who has always shown "unscrupulous" to the fullest, also smiled briskly.

………………

Today is a good night, and the happy event comes suddenly.

After the king stepped into the city of Mezl, the devil disappeared.After all, there stands the most splendid Saint-Weiss Cathedral in Legrand, and the Pope's special envoy existed a few days ago.

The devil has no intention of having a head-on conflict with the Holy Court at this time.

But tonight, he came from hell in a hurry, because he felt that the king's breath was getting weaker, and he might die at any time.Today, there are still some private soldiers of Grand Duke Grace in Metzl City. It is hard to guarantee that one or two guys with death ambitions assassinated the king during the purge.

After the devil sensed this, he hurried over.

You know, there is St. Wythe Cathedral in Mezl City. He didn't want to work hard on his own. Instead, he made a wedding dress for the holy court and let those damn priests baptize the king on his deathbed. That would be too bad up!

This time, the devil did not bring his gorgeous carriage of bones and acted very low-key.

He melted into the shadows, passed through the walls without a sound, avoided some guards hiding in the darkness, and arrived at the Rose Palace.Seeing the majestic Rose Palace in the night, the devil was a little moved.

He had last been here a dozen years ago on Saint-Val's Eve.

That damned King William III is indeed the schemer and careerist of the Qiangwei family. If it weren't for William III's cunning, he should have taken His Majesty's soul as he wished more than ten years ago.

Without disturbing the guards of Rose Palace, the devil walked into the palace silently.He walked through the long corridors, where he became cautious and did not pass directly through the wall.He walked slowly, looking at the straight up pillars around him, with a bit of regret.

The deterrent significance of these keels is greater than the significance of formations. Unfortunately, human alchemy has not yet reached its peak, and the full power of the keels has not been brought into play.

Otherwise, a castle is a terrifying military machine.

He searched for the king's breath and arrived at the king's room in the Rose Palace.

The king's breath was just behind the door, very faint, and he could hear the dispute between the king and the Duke of Buckingham standing outside the door.The Duke of Buckingham asked the king to receive medical treatment immediately. The king believed that the loyalty of the doctors in Metzl City is uncertain. If news of his serious injury spreads, the situation will be turbulent again.

Standing in front of the door, the devil adjusted his collar.

After thinking about it, he transformed into a large bouquet of red roses.After doing this, the devil reached out and touched the closed door.

Like the tide, the black mist seeped in from the gap in the door, avoiding the rose reliefs.After waiting for a while, the arguing in the room gradually died down, and then it was completely silent.

The devil was so happy that he wanted to hum a tune. Holding the red rose in his hand, he pushed open the door.

The Duke of Buckingham in a red cloak was lying beside the king's bed, and his beautiful majesty lay quietly on the bed. The cold moonlight slanted through the window and shone on the king's face, pale as paper.

"My dear sire."

The devil briskly walked across the carpet painted with dragons and roses, and walked up to the king. There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and the king was wrapped in bloody gauze.

"Look, didn't I say that? You were born to belong to hell."

The devil smiled triumphantly as he stepped closer.However, having learned from the previous experience, the devil did not reach out to touch the king, but stood quietly in front of the king's bed like a most loyal servant, waiting.

"With me……"

The devil's beaming words came to an abrupt end.

Because the king suddenly opened his eyes.

"What are you doing here? Mr. Devil." The king's icy blue eyes were too clear, and the moonlight fell on them, like the light of a knife hiding.

"Ah, I've come to say good night to His Majesty."

The devil's smile disappeared, he realized something, and immediately covered up his actions.

"Am I bothering you? I'm leaving now."

Saying that, the devil immediately pulled away and tried to get out.

"It's all here, why go?"

The second voice sounded, and the "Duke of Buckingham" who was lying beside him jumped up. He was wearing the same scarlet cloak as the Duke of Buckingham, and he also had the signature silver hair of the Rose family. Very skillful.

Almost at the moment when he jumped up, the carpet of dragons and roses under their feet erupted with brilliant light, and a more violent air current blew violently, and all the pillars and beams in the room turned into white bones again. , scarlet rose vine snakes wandering on the ground like snakes.

In just a few breaths, those rose vines wove into a huge cage between the bones.

The devil is being locked in.

"Your way of killing the donkey is so wonderful, my good majesty."

The devil lamented. He saw the faint golden light on the rose vines, and immediately guessed what the smell of blood in the air was for.

The king awakened the Rose Palace with his own blood, and then pretended to be injured by the smell of blood.

"It doesn't seem like an exaggeration compared to your downfall."

The king sat up, untied the gauze from his body, and threw it to the ground.The wounds on his hands had healed, and those gauzes were used to hoodwink the devil.

"Goodbye, Mr. Devil."

The king stood outside the cage, put on his robe, and said goodbye to the devil with a smile.

The former Templar Captain raised a strange sterling silver long sword in his hand, and was about to plunge it into the ground.

"and many more!"

The devil immediately raised his hand.

"Black Death!! Your Majesty!"

It is the routine behavior of rulers to kill donkeys.

Then, of course, the donkey has to hurry before the millstone is unloaded, so that people can see that there is still flour to be milled there.

The devil is very clear, don't expect his majesty to have any benevolence, he should quickly show his value, otherwise he will be very embarrassed today.

Black Death.

These three characters represent the medieval nightmare scythe.

At the king's gesture, the ex-Templar's long sword stopped in mid-air.

The magic circle stopped.

"Tell me about the Black Death you mentioned."

The king examines the devil.

"You seem to want to let that gentleman do it after I finish speaking, isn't that true, my dear majesty?"

The devil watched every change in the king's expression and asked kindly.

"Should you be commended for your keen senses?"

said the king regretfully.

"You're a natural villain."

The devil sighed sincerely.

Look at how easy it is for his dear majesty to squeeze out other people's use value and throw it away when it runs out... It's really hell, it's a dark world.

"Need I say thank you for your appreciation?"

asked the king calmly, not minding the description of the devil.

"If you want...But for my own good, I should keep a little bit of your majesty's thanks?" The devil looked forward to the templar, "Your Majesty, can you ask this gentleman here to put away that precious sword first?" Do you accept it? It’s not good to bump into a thousand-year-old antique.”

The former Templar looked at the King inquiringly.

The king nodded.

It looks very regrettable.

..............................

The Duke of Buckingham stands in front of the Northwest Black Tower while the Devil talks to the King.

The guard opened the tower door.

This time the Duke of Buckingham did not hear the singing, and the mad queen was much calmer than last time.

The Duke of Buckingham went in and saw the unkempt woman sitting quietly in the middle of the black tower with her back to him.In the cold black tower, she was illuminated by the dim candlelight. Years of insanity had tormented this incomparably gorgeous woman, but her bony and bony back was still straight, revealing her usual strength.

This kept the Duke of Buckingham hopeful that she would get well.

"Eleanor."

The Duke looked at the Mad Queen.

"Purlan is not dead, he is back, you don't have to worry. He regained the throne...he will be the pride of Qiangwei family."

In any case, the Mad Queen was still the King's mother, and the Duke of Buckingham felt it his duty to tell her about the King.

At the same time, I also hope that these news can make her get better gradually.

The Mad Queen was silent for a long time.

Just when the Duke of Buckingham was about to leave as usual, she suddenly said faintly: "I want to see him."

It was the first time she spoke calmly.

She seemed to be awake.

But for her request, the Duke of Buckingham was caught in a dilemma.He couldn't be sure that the mad queen who lost her mind would hurt the king.

"Don't worry about me hurting him." The queen noticed his hesitation, she turned her back to the Duke of Buckingham, raised her head, and swallowed her anger hoarsely, "No one in this world loves him more than me! He is my child !my child!!"

"If you're worried, then arrange for him to pass by here, and I'll just take a look at him from a distance. Let me see him!"

The queen's voice became sharp again, revealing the strength of saying nothing.

She was originally the prestigious Iron Queen.

"it is good."

The Duke of Buckingham finally agreed.

The ancestor of the Qiangwei family, please bless her to recover in the end.

The Duke of Buckingham left, and once again only the Mad Queen was left in the iron tower. The flickering candlelight fell on her emaciated bones.She looked up and laughed loudly: "My child! Pullan! My child!! My child ah ah ah!"

Blood and tears rolled down her astonishingly thin cheeks, and those green glasses were filled with endless despair and killing intent.

She turned her back to the Duke of Buckingham, and where the Duke did not see, she was holding a piece of black iron in her hand, which was tightly bound by iron chains.

It was a small piece of black iron that was finally knocked out from countless iron lock collisions.The mad queen, who was able to guard the palace for her husband, had sharpened it into an extremely sharp and terrifying blade with the tenacity she had put on the armor and stood upright in the wind.

After all, the Duke of Buckingham underestimated the Mad Queen.

She used more than ten years to forge a sharp blade little by little!

The fingers that seemed to have only bones left touched the cold blade bit by bit, the edge cut her finger, and the blood dripped down the smooth blade.She doesn't care.

The queen hummed the soft lullaby melody in a low voice, as if returning to the time when the baby was just born, the warrior queen with sonorous roses gently rocked her son's cradle.

Her children, her Purland.

Let their silently contrived grace be buried with her child!

The mad queen raised her head, and the blood on the tip of the knife fell to the ground.

The light of the Black Tower fell from above and enveloped her.With empty eyes, she sat on the cold ground like an indestructible statue.