153 083. Ruppel Olfolse -1 Part One

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One month had passed by since King Rahamma’s death.

Imposing drum beats resounded out, and the marching band performed their piece to the matching rhythm of the booming noises.

All of Aslan’s subjects flooded out to the streets and knelt towards the royal palace before prostrating on the ground.

Meanwhile, the members of the Aslan aristocracy were rushing to enter the palace, fearing that they might not get there in time. While on their way, they took in the sight of the kingdom’s capital city.

They spotted Paladins stationed in between the buildings, as well as in all the avenues, streets, and even on some rooftops.

In front of them were Aslan soldiers, now unarmed, kneeling on the ground while putting their hands on their heads. Some were even crouching completely to the ground too.

The Aslan nobles could only shed thick, cold sweat drops and shudder in fear. They still hadn’t gotten used to the massive upheaval that was currently taking place in their own kingdom.

Unfortunately for them, they had no choice in the matter.

Because they were the ‘defeated’. The victors were the rulers, and they enjoyed the right to decide everything.

And the one to represent this stark fact was…

A Paladin made a loud pronouncement, “The great and noble Seventh Imperial Prince from the Theocratic Empire…!”

The other Paladins shot probing glares at the Aslan nobles from underneath their helms. Divinity gushed out from them as they started pressuring the nobles, forcing them to kneel down and bow their heads.

“The one possessing the noble status of the Saint, his highness Allen Olfolse, has graced us with his presence!”

The Seventh Prince of the Imperial Family brazenly strode into the enemy kingdom’s royal palace. And not just any regular part of the castle either, but the king’s royal audience chamber no less.

He walked forward while his cape flapped grandly in the air, with two Paladins acting as his guards. One was a young girl, while the other was a middle-aged man.

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The Aslan nobles sensed a dignified aura oozing from the prince with every step he took. Despite being a boy in his teens, the charisma they could feel coming off of him possessed this mythical quality, making them swallow back their humiliation and bow their heads deeply.

The only blood relations of the previous king to survive the cull were the demi-humans, those designated as tools of battle.

They were all treated as weapons, and even worse, as slaves despite being Rahamma’s children. Which was why the holy emperor thought that if such a demi-human climbed to the throne, ruling over Aslan would be a far more ‘efficient’ process overall.

With a demi-human as a king – or a queen in this case – the royalty’s authority would fall compared to before. The royal faction and the feudal lords would soon enter the relationship of keeping each other in balance for the sake of their own benefits.

And since Tina Aslan was receiving the grace of the Seventh Imperial Prince, she was like the ‘pawn’ of the Theocratic Empire. The Aslan feudal lords were well aware of this fact and even tried raising their voices of objections, but then…

-Is there a reason why a child inheriting the king’s blood can’t ascend to the throne? If you’re unhappy about something, do speak up. I promise to listen to all of your opinions.

This one ‘considerate’ allowance from Holy Emperor Kelt Olfolse was enough to shut the mouths of the Aslan feudal lords.

Left with no choice, they decided to look forward to the future instead.

As long as a Dark Elf sat on the throne as their sovereign, they should be able to pressure her into becoming their puppets. But if she proved to be too headstrong, then they should also be able to replace her with someone else without much difficulty. That’s what they told themselves.