Tyrant

As Zenis was preparing to be deployed according to the plan, a young boy’s voice reached him. “Um… over there!” When Zenis turned around, it was Hannibal. The tousle-haired boy stood a few steps away from Zenis, unsure of what to do, fidgeting. “…” Zenis too seemed at a loss for words. An awkward silence…

“Knowing when to efficiently give up is also a virtue of a king, Prince Ash. Pursuing ideals blindly is nothing but obstinacy and arrogance.” “…” “The world calls a leader who can find a good compromise between ideals and reality a wise ruler. If not, they’re nothing but a tyrant.” Dearmudin, who had repeated the…

Bang! Bang! Boom! The Scarecrow Legion Commander, having taken to the air, unleashes a ferocious attack on us. With every swing of his sword, crimson magic power explodes, and our heroes cough up blood, rolling on the ground. He is using the Mikhail’s power, which he kidnapped and now wears on his chest. And Mikhail…

Flash! Right after we breached the forward base through the teleport gate. “Shh!” “Eh?!” “Keep quiet!” Myself and the heroes’ party, the ‘Uncles,’ immediately silenced ourselves and crouched low, taking cover against the wall. “…Damn it.” Surveying our surroundings, I let out a curse under my breath. Creak, creak, creak… The forward base had already…

“Well… I guess that’s fine, Zenis.” As I organized the story, I wiped my forehead. “I’ve realized that you are a fool and a pushover but a good person, and I’ve also understood your relationship with Hannibal. I get it, but…” I looked around at the other uncles, sweating coldly. “…how do I tell this…

Zenis was dragged back to the Mist Kingdom. Kneeling in the square, Zenis was beaten by the king’s soldiers throughout the night. But no matter how much he was whipped and beaten, he did not let go of the child in his arms. He knew the moment he let go, the child would die. “This,…

Zenis fled with Cloudy. The superhumanly trained Inquisitor’s body was agile enough to escape the city, even while holding a full-term girl in his arms. Having evaded the encirclement, they took a momentary rest in an abandoned hut on the outskirts. With the tension released, Cloudy leaned against the wall and fell asleep as if…

Three years later, fourteen years ago. Western Mist Kingdom. Temporary temple of the Goddess’s order. “Priest~ Uncle~!” “Play with us-!” Children from the slums ran into the temple courtyard, screaming noisily. Soon after, with a creak, the old door of the temporary temple opened, and Zenis appeared, scratching his unkempt hair. “…Not a priest, but…

First, I took Hannibal outside the barracks to separate him from the other men. Crouching in front of Hannibal, I touched my aching forehead and asked, “You said you were fifteen when I hired you.” Then, Hannibal, hesitatingly watching me, said in a shrinking voice, “I lied about my age then… But Kellibey realized it…

Rosetta also attended the funeral, as expected. A priest could not be absent from an event commemorating the dead. Dressed in her stark black priestly garb, devoid of any adornments, Rosetta was quietly praying in front of the graves. As I approached, Rosetta, hearing my footsteps, stopped her prayer and gave me a slight smile….