Chapter 855
Chapter 855
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 855
Chapter Title: The Tyrant for You
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“Your Majesty. All preparations for supplies have been completed.”
A man was reporting to me cautiously. He had blackish-green hair and wore glasses. One of the sub-male leads from the original story, he bowed his head to me.
Vermere Skellog. The empire’s greatest merchant. For his contributions this time, he had been made a marquis.
He was the spy I had planted in the rebel army. And to be honest, I hadn’t trusted Vermere. He was portrayed as a sleazy bastard in the original work, so I figured he’d stab me in the back at some critical moment. That’s why I had slipped Linda, whom I could control, into the rebels as well.
But Vermere never betrayed me right up to the end. In a way, his loyalty had betrayed my expectations.
“Vermere. Why didn’t you betray me?”
“Were You curious about that, Your Majesty?”
“You can be annoying sometimes. If I’d been in a bad mood even slightly, I would’ve killed you.”
“I know. That’s why I only grovel like this when Your Majesty is in a good mood.”
Vermere grinned slyly. I debated killing him but decided to let him live in the end. The guy was competent. Even the prime minister praised him. And he regularly offered me beautiful women. He even tracked down and captured those who fled rather than submit to my night summons.
“Just answer the question.”
“It was simple math, Your Majesty. Your Majesty’s martial prowess alone could conquer the nation. Morgana whispered that three kingdoms allied could kill you, but I didn’t believe it. Most of what she says is sweet-sounding lies. Would you believe that over half the rebels joined because they were bewitched by her beauty? Incompetents gathered together are still just incompetents.”
“What about the grand duke or the admiral? Aren’t they capable?”
“Yes, they are capable. Especially Duke Raist—he surprised even me. He seemed less like a man and more like a superhuman. But they had no choice. Your Majesty never intended to kill them from the start, did you?”
I didn’t deny his words. That had indeed been my plan.
“Your Majesty. Allow me to offer some presumptuous advice.”
“Granted.”
“Your Majesty! Beware of Morgana! I’ve never seen a woman as wicked as her! She’s a witch who could topple a nation—please, stay on guard against her!”
“It’s clear Morgana’s no ordinary woman. But right now, she’s just my fucktoy. You think I can’t handle one woman?”
“I’ve overstepped, Your Majesty. Forgive me.”
“I permitted it. Go do what you’re supposed to.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Vermere withdrew.
The imperial army, numbering over three million, marched south.
Three million was an overwhelming force, but a closer look at the imperial army revealed it wasn’t all that impressive. Over half were slaves, a mishmash of all sorts of races. The actual number of trained professional soldiers didn’t even reach five hundred thousand.
The march halted at the southern edge. Sheer cliffs carved like knife cuts and massive waves crashing against them like a giant’s palm blocked their path.
I focused my eyes and peered into the distance.
An island was visible nearly a hundred kilometers away. Mailroad, the elven kingdom that had been severed from the continent by divine power.
“Morgana. Where’s the Witch Island?”
“It’s on its way—just wait a bit. The Witch Island will reveal itself soon.”
Morgana spoke, clad in a dress that did nothing to hide the curves of her black body. My gaze drifted to her collarbone, her breasts, her slender shoulders. With a flick of my hand, she let out a flirtatious laugh and sidled up, wrapping herself around my right arm.
She brazenly rubbed her ample breasts against my forearm. My right hand groped her crotch.
“I heard rumors you’ve got Ernel wrapped around your finger.”
“Ah… That little kid? I just teased him a bit. Did he ask you to punish me?”
“No. He just came to tell me to go easy on you. And not to forget your place.”
“I know my place perfectly well. That’s why I’m… mmph… fawning over you like this. Ahh…”
Even through her dress, it was obvious her pussy was soaking wet.
I took her into the carriage and fucked her.
After we’d passed the time that way, murmurs began rising around us, and I stepped out of the carriage. A pitch-black shadow fell over the ground. I looked up at the sky. A massive island was floating there.
“That’s the Witch Island. An island that moves through sky and sea. Mysterious, isn’t it?”
Morgana hugged my shoulders from behind. Her sweat-slicked skin glistened, her flushed face was seductive, and her golden eyes were languid.
“It’s quite the sight. Morgana. Hurry and turn it into a bridge.”
“Got it. It’ll be a fun show, so watch closely.”
Morgana floated into the air and flew toward the sky. Her lower body was still trembling, white fluid dripping down from below.
I crossed my arms and waited.
Boom. Rumble rumble boom.
A massive roar echoed from the Witch Island. The soldiers’ fearful murmurs joined in. The huge island split apart, its fragments flying through the air and reshaping. Into the form of a gigantic bridge. Just as Morgana had boasted, the Witch Island became a bridge.
The enormous bridge slowly descended, connecting to the island. Strangest of all, it was suspended over the sea without a single pillar supporting it. Magic, no doubt.
“Impressive.”
I admitted my genuine admiration.
“Hehe. Right?”
Morgana reappeared at my side and clung to me again. I didn’t push her away. No need to shove off a sweet female body throwing itself at me.
“How does that even work? It won’t collapse in the middle, will it?”
“The Witch Island could float from the start. This time, it had plenty of power, and other mages helped me besides. The problem is… I got too fixated on the bridge shape, so reverting to the original island form might be tough now.”
“So it won’t go back to its island shape?”
“Yeah. I changed the form too drastically. Even I didn’t know this since it’s my first time trying something like this.”
“A shame. I was going to make the Witch Island my villa.”
“Hahaha. What’s to regret? If the emperor wants it, the White Tower and Black Tower will whip up a flying villa for you.”
“True enough.”
I glanced at Lutheon. He was eyeing the bridge suspiciously. If it collapsed midway, the three million troops would plunge into the sea and be annihilated in an instant.
They were soldiers clad in heavy armor. Falling into the stormy, raging sea meant certain death.
“Lutheon. No need to stall. Advance.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Horns blared.
The imperial army began crossing the bridge against the wind and waves. Occasionally, waves surged high to sweep them away, but a transparent barrier appeared around the bridge itself—magical protection—blocking the waves.
“This bridge… It’s a fine piece of work. If only we could shrink its size… We could use it in many places.”
Lutheon marveled at the bridge’s performance. But it couldn’t be resized, and the maintenance cost was astronomical. This would be its one and only use.
That was when it happened.
Suddenly, thick hail poured from the sky. The mages quickly cast defensive spells toward the heavens, but there were limits. Even with helmets and shields raised overhead, the hail’s force was tremendous, killing numerous soldiers.
“Tower Master. Is this magic?”
“No, Your Majesty. I sense no magical power. It’s the spirits’ doing. I’ll resolve it within five minutes.”
“Hehehe. Five minutes? I could do it in three.”
Morgana taunted him. Her insolence implied her magical prowess was at least equal to the Tower Master’s. The Tower Master glared at her silently.
“…I’ll resolve it within three minutes.”
“Do it.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The Tower Master’s form vanished. I immediately looked to the sky. Call it instinct—I could instantly tell where he’d teleported via magic.
Amid the thunderclouds, crimson-black flames roared, and freezing winds swirled.
“Acting all high and mighty, but he’s handling it like a brute?”
Morgana mocked the Tower Master. He reappeared before me, panting, exactly three minutes later. In his grasp was a frozen bird spirit.
“What’s that?”
“The spirit dropping the hail, Your Majesty. I had a chance to capture it alive, so I did.”
-Damn humans. You’ll be cursed! Especially you, Emperor! The Earth Mother Goddess watches you! Your grave will be Mailroad!
“So the Earth Mother Goddess is here, huh. Let me tell you something in return. I’ll fuck the Earth Mother Goddess. I swear on everything I have—she’ll howl like a bitch beneath me.”
-Kuh. Heh heh heh. Foolish, mad emperor. Try it if you can. You’ll never fulfill that vow. Hahahahaha!
My eyebrow twitched. It had been ages since anyone laughed at me so openly, and my mood soured fast. I drew Arondight. The blue aura blade gleamed. I’d already erased an ancient spirit before—this top-grade one was nothing.
The spirit mocked me even as it dissipated.
-Hahahahaha! Hahahahahahaha!
“Tower Master. Are all top-grade spirits like this?”
“…Spirits vary, Your Majesty. They have different personalities, just like people. Not all spirits are noble beings.”
“It still pisses me off even after erasing it. Can’t we capture and torture spirits?”
“Ordinary spirits lack the sense of pain. Black magic might make it possible, but…”
The Tower Master glanced at Marquis Talmor. The marquis responded calmly.
“Spirits aren’t living creatures, Your Majesty. Torturing them isn’t efficient. Sealing them away somewhere is far better.”
“Fine. Kill every spirit you see.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The Tower Master and Marquis Talmor bowed.
“Want me to help? I see a few wind and water spirits over the sea…”
Morgana offered. I nodded, and she beamed before casting her spell. Boom! A shockwave sent pillars of water surging from the sea. I could tell she was venting her stress on the spirits.
“Keep advancing.”
The army marched on.
Spirits appeared to block the imperial army, but I didn’t need to step in. Marquis Talmor, the Tower Master, and Morgana handled them all. As expected of the top mages.
“Your Majesty!”
Lutheon called to me.
“Don’t panic, Grand General. I see it too.”
A total of five dragons had appeared. They weren’t on the level of the ancient dragons from the dwarf kingdom, but the situation was bad. Back then, the ancient dragon had held back its breath attack for fear of hitting the dwarves. But now, with the imperial army marching in a line on the bridge, they were perfect targets for a breath wipeout.
“Guess I’ll have to handle this.”
The five dragons opened their maws wide in the sky and began inhaling. Their chests swelled. Dragon breath worked by drawing in ambient mana and expelling it with the heart’s mana. With five firing at once, it was taking them a while to charge.
“They don’t hesitate to go straight for breath attacks. Heh. I can tell exactly where they are.”
“Y-Your Majesty!”
Lutheon cried out urgently. If the imperial army got wiped here, the empire would be stuck just watching Mailroad for the foreseeable future. That’s probably what he feared—our unification dreams going up in smoke.
“Grand General. With me here, what’s there to worry about?”
“…My apologies. But there are five dragons.”
“Just five. I struggled against the dwarves’ dragons back then, but I’m far stronger now. Behold my power.”
I summoned Stormbreaker and Meteor Sword Heaven, merging them. That amplified Meteor Sword Heaven’s power.
“Fall, Meteor Sword.”
A colossal meteor sword appeared in the sky, plummeting toward the dragons. Each blade, over three hundred meters long, was wreathed in brilliant blue lightning.