Chapter 256


    Chapter 256


    Day 63  The Kingdom, Roadway.


    I was finally able to send out an envoy to theFrontier Subjugation Force, the army led by the First Prince, getting the word through.


    I made the point to put the me for disobeying the Church and the nobles entirely on that brat, asserting the Frontiers innocence. I even obtained their agreement to sign off on keeping their hands off the Frontier in exchange for the brat and the treasures of the dungeon master.


    This is where the battle, the negotiations, begin.


    They will likely want me to yield the throne to the First Prince as the Kings stand-in, but it wont go that way. In the first ce, the Second Prince has rose in rebellion, upying the Capital, so I can im that Im unable to make it official until its retaken, and have the First Prince liberate the capital, after which I can establish a proper regency to limit his powers, and then make moves to prevent the Church and Great Nobles Houses from controlling him.


    And once they sheath their swords,mon soldiers wont be able to find it in them to point their weapons at the royal family again, much less at Princess Shariceres. Use that opportunity to dismantle and then reorganize the royal army, and have the nobles pledge their fealty anew.


    I ruined everything after the brother fell ill, so at the very least, I have to return everything to the way it was before, or I wont be able to show my face before the brother.


    As much as I dislike that brat, since Ill be handing a young man of a foreign country, moreover, one that has Mellotosam-samas favor, Ill make it up with my life once everything settles down. Im sure no one needs a head of an ipetent kings substitute, but this is the only thing I can offer inpensation, not as royalty or a ruler but as myself. Ipetent, inept,cking in talent in ability who simply was born into the royal family, the only thing I have left to offer in apology is my life. I wont ask for forgiveness, not like I could even if I wanted. Its only natural that I will be resented, hated, bashed, and condemned.


    But the Kingdom needed that brats life. Even without begging for forgiveness, I will pay with my headter.


    Its as if he doesntprehend the situation in the slightest. The brat is standing aloof.


    The insolent irritating cheeky brat. Through sheer luck he obtained a nice life and even a status. The Kingdom was thrown into disarray, suffering because of those treasures. That brat is a blight of thisnd. But Lord Mellotosams words are also true, he is innocent, but he will have to die. That is a crime of my ipetence. As displeasing and infuriating as he might be, his death is the fault of my ipetent self.


    The gorgeous silver armor is beside him. That has to be the dungeon masters relic. The very source of this conflict.


    Handing it to the church is vexing, but I cant allow the blood of the frontier, of the Kingdoms subjects to spill.


    That thought alone has brought me this far. Ive finally reached this point.


    But it all was for naught.


    Regardless of whether we are willing to hand over the brat and the armor or not, we have ourselves surrounded. Negotiations and agreements were all lies. Soldiers that were lying in ambush cut off all our escape routes.


    So from the very beginning, they had no intention to negotiate. Andpared to the few dozen soldiers that we brought, they came with an exaggerated force of hundreds, no, maybe even a thousand? A thousand soldiers that appeared out of thin air, were they concealing themselves with some sort of a magic tool from the Church? Well, even if we established that, it doesnt matter anymore. Everything was toote from the very beginning, and Im a clown who came on his own to have the finishing blow delivered to the kingdom.


    A disgraceful end, not only what Ive done had no meaning, but it also only pointlessly erged the damage, as my ipetence paid with evil for good, aical end fitting for an ipetent person like myself.


    I even forced my own way against Mellotosam-samas objections to take the brat with me all the way here. Thinking that it will finally mark the beginning of negotiations.


    Confirming the figures of the brat and the beautiful silver armor, their only response was a single world ofKill. There wasnt any talks (start) to be had, Im just a stupid fool that unwittingly came to his death (goal).


    And I even dragged the brat that Mellotosam-sama considers his benefactor into this. A stupid idiot that came to hand over dungeon masters weaponry to the enemy.


    The First Prince Gvaday is looking down on this with a look of contempt. You are an inept fool too, you pig-faced failure of a prince!


    For the onecking in talent or ability, being born into the royal family is a tragedy. Despite being blessed with life of abundance and splendid education, it is precisely that exceptional guidance and training that allows one to truly grasp the depths of ones incapableness, ipetence and powerlessness. Thats why I at least did what I could to be a good tool for the brother, the King. Even if I couldnt be an outstanding tool, I wouldve been content with being useful, an easy to use instrument. Since that was the only use I saw for myself, I single-mindedly devoted myself to being loyal, diligently doing my work, doing my best to avoid bringing shame to the royal family.


    But the First Prince borrowed the power of his mothers Great Marquis House, seeking authority without realizing his ipetence. He didnt even have the pride of royalty.


    But in the end, it was I who brought shame to the royal family, sullying the kings authority with my disgraceful ineptitude. Obeying without thinking for Ick in ability, doing nothing as I was afraid of doing anything unnecessary for myck of talent, its only natural that I couldnt fill the kings role. I knew it, I understood it painfully well. Thats why I kept struggling, at least until the brother recovers, I thought, as I thrashed around until I finally chose the worst possible finale and jumped into it head first.


    So my foolishness is going to be the end of the Kingdom? Even if a puppet kingdom remains, with that pig prince as a king the royal familys pride is no more. He wont bother with governing for the sake of the subjects.


    Royal Family, founded for the sake of people with support of the people and vassals, will see its long legacye to an end with my ipetence. Helped by its subjects and sustained by the vassals, it will end up repaying that debt with ingratitude. Everything is over. Thest foolish ruler destroyed it all.


    Its silly regretting this now, but if ites to a meaningless end, then lets at least put up thest futile resistance.


    Hey, brat! Run away. And sorry.


    Looks like thest folly of the kingdomsst foolish ruler is going to be covering for a rude, impudent brat. If it wasnt for me bringing him here, he wouldnt have died, the only thing I can do now is to die while trying to shield him! Im a no good knight, who has no proper swordsmanship, talent, or even sufficient Skills. A useless feeble knight who cant even protect a level 20 kid, even stalling for time is too much for me. But I cant die after him.


    Wait, what?


    Eehm, Old man substitute? No, you arent a substitute, you yourself are an old man enough, but you are standing in for another old man, so old man substituting old man? Anyway, old man. Dont get in the way, okay? The handover isplete, so its toote, the delivery was epted, returns are not possible. Its payment with life on delivery, so Im going to charge it from them? Kind of?


    The brat stepped out. Dismissing my words by iming that its toote. Its only natural that I would be disparaged, I dont even have words to apologize to him, and even if I died trying to cover for him, there is no way to survive. It is a matter of course that a foolish ruler that couldnt save his kingdom, his subjects, and even dragged a foreign brat into this, would be cursed, bashed, and resented. But why would he step in front?


    Can you get any dumber? Why would they diligentlye withnce-armed heavy infantry to ambush unarmed envoys? Why wouldnt you scout ahead and confirm the terrain? There is no such in in this area, you know? Fighting a war without a map is way too stupid, ah, damn I really hate this! Like, what was the point of all the preparations that Ive done so far? Is how staggeringly dumb it is? And the prince is a pig? Hey, why did you even make a pig into a prince? Previously there was an orc mayor or something, and now a pig for a prince? Are you that starved for personnel? Didnt you have at least an orc around? They are at least humanoid, sopared to a pig Hm? Wait a moment, I sort of feel like it doesnt matter at all! I guess?


    Tear that brat with a nasty look to pieces! Chop off his limbs, and leave him alive! He dared to call my Noble Self, the future King, a pig. I wont let him die so easily. Ill torment him to death, torturing him until he weepsPlease have mercy and grant me sweet release of death!


    An insolent brat until the end, but for that pig its just perfect, I excuse him that one! Well done! Rather, a pig is too nice for him. We are both stains on the royal familys name, but possessing no pride of royalty being a pig is enough for him. But I cant let this brat suffer, first Ill be your opponent? Opponent? Where did the opponents go?


    Below. They are in the ground, sinking into the soil What is this?


    GYAAAAAAAAAAH, help, help me


    Sa-sa-save me, please


    GUWAH, I CANT GET OUT! I CANT!


    Pull me out! Im sinking! Hurry


    Gyaaah! Breathe! I cant bre


    Someone, help me, someone! Shit, dont pull me!


    Why! There was no swamp here a moment ago


    My armor! I cant take it off! Someone, take it off! Please


    A, AAH, GAH. Guobughbugh


    Heavy infantry that were surrounding us are helplessly sinking into the swamp in their prized heavy armor. Rather, its that heavy armor that they are so proud of that is killing them, preventing them from escaping with its weight. The negotiation site that until a while ago was just a t in, turned into a deep swamp, and that swamp became hell for the soldiers.


    Help you? Save you? Well, did you? Helping the people is the armys duty, but did you help the people from the viges that you attacked when they were crying for their lives? No, you didnt, far from that, you killed them. Do you seriously think that after doing that someone will save you when you cry for it? You fell so low in the military that you are no different from bandits now, so how about you go even lower and just sink to the ground? I mean, it would spare the effort of burying you, so everyone will rejoice? What? Dont tell me that you thought that anyone would mourn your deaths? No no no, you cant beining about getting cruelly killed after murdering others like that? If you dont like that, you should have stuck to being proper soldiers, but its toote for that. Yeah, Im not saving you, okay?


    The brat is talking, but there is no one left to hear him or answer. They dont have such luxury, raising heartbreaking screams they are miserably buried into the ground, sinking, drowning.


    Swallowed by the quagmire the soldiers are trashing and struggling, crying in terror as their bodies are devoured by muddy soil. Without a chance for a fight, they sink and vanish, unable to escape the weight of their heavy armaments.


    What! What is this! What have you done, you bastard, WHAT HAVE YOU DOOOOONE! GUbah!


    All of the troops are sinking into the ground. And only that brat is standing there aloof in his ck mantle. Standing there without any changes to his look, as if nothing happened at all.


    No, it was a swamp from the very beginning, you know? If you jump into the middle of a swamp that merely had its surface hardened a bit, wearing heavy armor, youd usually end up drowning? The surface isnt solid anymore, so the more you struggle the faster you will sink, and if you dont struggle you will sink anyway, and if you dont sink, Ill drown you? Well, you are sinking. Or rather, go sink yourself.


    A serene silence had descended. No shrieks and no wailing could be heard anymore. Only us and the First Prince are left in the quiet swamp. The Pig couldnt bear the terror and lost conciousness, but he has sunk only up to his neck. His head is burned. I have no idea what just transpired, how it came to be, and why it turned out like this, but I understood that we survived, had the First Prince captured and the meaning of Lord Mellotosams words.


    If you are going to take him with you, please keep this in mind. True terror is iprehensible. The ability to bring to life events that cannot even be understood is the most terrifying thing of all. While simple strength can be gauged, the true strength is terrifying only. And that is indeed unfathomable. Being unable to understand is what strikes true fear into the heart. Please be careful, I wish you luck.


    Those were the words that Lord Mellotosam gave me before the departure. I didnt understand back then, and I still dont understand it now, but at least now I understand that I dont understand. And that its terrible enough to scare the God of War himself.


    That brat is dangerous. Even destroying a country isnt out of question for him.