Chapter 1

(???)-Is it blood??

(???)-Goddesses keep him... in their care.

(???)-I will personally see to it that this "mud" is skinned alive.

After regaining consciousness, Krystian's mind was really confused. He felt an intense headache, concentrated just above his forehead. It seemed to him that despite his currently closed eyes, the world was revolving inexorably, as if he had just stepped off a truly extreme merry-go-round. However, this effect did not stop after several seconds.

Krystian was aware, despite the pain, that he was currently lying on something hard, but a slight feeling of discomfort and a feeling of lack of a solid foundation. It told him that he was currently being carried, probably paramedics, but he did not remember the accident itself, and the pain alone did not allow him to think clearly. Although the comfortable texture of the fabric he was lying on surprised him, it wasn't important enough for him to care. Especially when he heard a lot of people talking to him or to third parties in the background.

Although he didn't quite understand why people would say things like, skinning a human being. Not to mention other methods of torture and execution that caught his ear during this long transport to an unknown place. Additionally, prayers are gods he's never heard of, and in the past he's been a fan of mythology and many other branches of fantasy in general.

(???)-The Court Healer is here, put "Our Lord" on the floor, there's no time.

Krystian was confused when he heard the Court Healer. Not only because he was dropped too quickly, but the momentum with which he was approaching the ground made him dizzy and the pain multiplied several times for a short time.

Krystian had many theories in his head, which he managed to deduce despite the pain. The subject of Reincarnation and Transmigration is no stranger to him, but he does not recall being hit by a truck before, or filling out a suspicious online survey. None of these things. The last thing he remembers is going to bed after a hard day's work. But there is nothing to indicate that he voluntarily agreed to participate in something like transmigration.

Though he probably would have agreed anyway. Because after an overdose of fanfics, novels, series and movies on the mentioned subject and a really boring and meaningless lonely life, he dreamed of something similar more than once.

However, his speculation was interrupted by the voice of a man with a heavy, serious voice. Just by the tone of the voice, you can guess that the person is quite old.

(???)-Step aside, I need space and the King needs fresh air.

(???)-But....

(???)-I said!

(???)-Your Majesty, I'll first run a diagnostic spell to check the level of damage and see if there's any major damage.

(Krystian)-ghas...

Krystian tried to say something, but the blood in his mouth made it very difficult for him. And the person who is probably the previously mentioned "Court Healer" placed a hand on his chest and said in a calm tone.

(Court Healer)-Your Majesty, please refrain from any action. Please lie still while I try to heal His Majesty.

(Court Healer)-[Healing Magic: Fragmentary Body Scan]

(Court Healer)-Slight skull fracture, broken nose and minimal internal bleeding. The attacker had to have a high-level "stone throw" skill. But that's nothing a strong healing spell won't fix.

(Court Healer)-Fortunately, rare vital organs were not damaged. In that case.....[Healing Magic: High Healing]

The feeling of being treated in this new unconventional way was painful but also fascinating for Krystian. The very words spoken by the Healer were proof that he had indeed been transmigrated, and the pain that would subside over time would disappear completely after a minute. It only confirmed him in the belief that he was transmigrated, and from what he understood. He transmigrated into the body of the young King. He was happy until his logical mind began to flood him with speculations about the dangers and potential difficulties on this way of life. However, the likely sense of power he would wield still brought a slight smile to his face.

(Court Healer)-Please clean Your Majesty's face and help him to his feet.

After a while, Krystian felt a gentle hand on his forehead and a slightly damp glow, which in a few moments washed his face from the blood that was on it earlier and prevented him from opening his eyes.

Then Krystian felt two pairs of arms gently grabbing him by the shoulders. Krystian clearly felt that these arms belonged to people who either carried him earlier to the place that is now, or were here before. However, their hands were dressed in metal sleeves that pressed against his body in a rather unpleasant, slightly painful way.

After a while Krystian was already on his feet and despite the fact that he felt dizzy. He slowly opened his eyes and, rubbing his temple, looked around.

He was now in a rectangular room with a really rich marble white, gold, purple scenery.

He was currently standing on a dark purple carpet with gold ornaments and ornaments depicting two ravens holding a Korone together in their claws. A carpet ran from a large dark oak door, which is now wide open, to a platform reached by two single steps, on which was an ornate throne with an oak base, dark purple cushions on the back and seat, and gold carvings at the end of the backrest of two ravens. In a way that would visually imitate that two golden ravens are sitting on the king's shoulders when he is sitting on the throne. Around the throne is something like a triumphal arch or a rectangular wall on which the coat of arms flutters evenly, speculating that state. Depicting two golden ravens holding a crown in their claws on a dark purple background.

The very wall behind the throne was decorated with numerous reliefs in gold, probably depicting one of the previous kings during his iconic feats.

The rest of the room seemed relatively empty, with nothing but a carpet in the center of the marble surface. Not counting the columns decorated with gold scattered around the room. On the walls you could see many paintings and many Horogwia depicting the coat of arms of the State. A huge golden chandelier hung from the ceiling. And the throne room itself gave a sense of authority and the dark color of colorful details gave the room an ominous charm. Krystian was extremely fascinated by the complete decor, to such an extent that not counting the replacement of bas-reliefs with those depicting himself. He wouldn't change anything.

When it comes to people present in his environment, starting with the person closest to him. It was the "Court Healer" and to be honest, he stood out from the richly dressed people in the room. The Healer was dressed in a light green one-piece robe that looked like a monk's robe, but the one the Healer wore had a dark green cape with the National Coat of Arms embroidered in black thread. The healer himself had long gray hair and a beard, and his face was lined with age lines.

But honestly, his eyes were the most surprising, because even though he looked at him, he saw nothing but irritation in the gray eyes. This really put him off the old sorcerer, but the fact that he healed him even though it was due to his position in the palace. He still hasn't forgotten about it and decided not to say anything about his unfavorable gaze.

In the throne room, apart from the healer and himself, there were mostly Guardians. There were about six of them, two standing behind him, two by the front door, and another two in the middle of the hall just behind the richly dressed nobles.

Before Krystian started looking at the other people, he sat on the throne and the two guards stood just in front of the two stairs leading to a small platform.

The guards were dressed in steel armor with a full-face helmet, metal shoulder straps and gloves, trousers and boots. With a dark violet cloth breastplate with a crest on the chest and a chain mail track underneath. All the guards wielded either two-handed swords or the mighty Harbards.

Krystian liked the execution of the armour, although the style and pattern suited the city guards more than the royal guard. He will have to change it, but there is still no information about the state of his country. Not to mention anything else about his new assignment in this world. He also had no memory of the previous owner of the state, so he decided to keep a serious face and not to answer hastily, but to think over every word. But judging by the lightness with which the local nobles looked at him, he speculated that he must have been either a cruel ruler or petty enough to punish for the slightest of infractions. Krystian already had an idea of how to proceed, but first he looked at the richly dressed man walking towards him and the other people standing around him.

The maids, commissioned by the aforementioned man heading towards the throne, left the throne room moments earlier. However, Krystian noticed that they were dressed in simple dark purple dresses, slightly damaged, but mainly what he noticed were the bunny ears of one of the maids. He noticed it at the last moment, when the person in question was disappearing through the door. But it made him smile evilly.

However, his attention was drawn to a nobleman dressed in a red robe, heading in his direction. And who was he to give orders to his servants in his palace.

This caused a slight anger in Krystian, although he had not yet fully reconciled himself to the fate he had received. While it might have been the influence of his new body, he wasn't sure.

The people in the distance were men dressed in many styles, but they had one thing in common. The robes they were wearing looked really expensive and were decorated with jewels, gold, and more. The style oscillated between typical medieval nobility with a touch of fantasy. Because Krystian sensed that some strange energy was coming from the jewels on their clothes.

A person heading towards the throne can be boldly described as a cousin of the Kingpin from Marvel. A truly large-sized man whose fat mass exceeded the wildest expectations. However, the expensive clothes he was wearing stiffened this body so that even with such a huge body weight. The clothes gave the owner elegance and aristocratic majesty.

The nobleman's head was bald and you could see the fat hanging down close to his neck, which was slightly disgusting. However, thanks to the numerous ornaments around it, you could look at it calmly without gagging. He was wearing a red cloak now unbuttoned, with gold and brown embellishments that gave his robes a slightly combative touch. And the fur running from the collar to the closure of the dark brown coat gave it a business tone.

The nobles wore what appeared to be a light brown men's corset decorated with gold patterns underneath his robe. However, it is not this that draws attention, but the belt in which the man is dressed. This belt has a silver buckle with a light blue jewel set in a silver dragon's mouth, and a simple staff with a round light blue jewel attached to it gave him position and authority. However, the cocky smile really didn't please Krystian, who looks ominously at the approaching nobleman.

The grimace of Krystian's face deepened when the aforementioned nobleman, as if ignoring the existence of the guards, walked a step between them and began to speak in a rather unpleasant tone. As if he was talking to a child and not to a King.

So without even letting the richly dressed Nobleman finish his speech, Krystian made the most angry look he could and said.

(Noble-??)-Dear Young King. It was really...

(Krystian)-Did I let you come over or talk?

The faces of the nobles present expressed shock. In previous years, the king had valued this man more than anyone else. He consulted almost every decision of great importance. And so far this Nobleman has been considered the right hand of the king and so far he could basically treat the king as an equal. So the shock reaction was justified here. However, the reactions of the nobles were not in the least as angry as the reaction of said Noble.

The fat Nobleman's face showed a terrible angry grimace, suppressed by his fragile self-control. But you could see that for a short time the nobleman's face turned bright pink.

(Noble-??)-But Dear Young King Viegord, I'm Minister Arthur von Evans just wanted to ask how you are and show concern.

(Krystian)-I appreciate the density. But first, I had to announce it anyway. It's time to introduce new rules and let's start from now. This accident was unfortunate, but it made me realize a few things. Firstly. Guardians. When I am seated on the throne, no one has the right to approach or even set foot on these two steps without my permission. And when he is not present in the throne room, this prohibition still applies. Any person who violates this prohibition should be shortened by one limb, notified to me and prepared for interrogation. Is that understandable?

Krystian saw the expression of fear on everyone's faces and it really made him happy. Although it was a roulette game, because Krystian as an ordinary person, despite having an extensive intellect, did not think about the darkness hiding everywhere.

And the fact that his name was quite peculiar Viegord sounded like a Viking name or something. But he liked it, it sounded menacing and would be feared and adored in the future.

(Nobles)-Yes, your Majesty.

The nobles present in the hall responded in droves, horrified at the sight of their king. But after a while their eyes turned to the fat minister who didn't take a step back but didn't say anything.

(Krystian)-Minister, if you wish to speak to the king. And I ask you to come over, you stand in front of the guards, you kneel, and if I let you, you stand up, if you don't speak while still kneeling. Is it clear?

To Krystian's surprise, the minister stepped back to the right place and knelt down. And he lifted his head gently.

(Krystian)-Now you can speak, your King will hear you.

Krystian saw the minister gnawing on the anger of the fight, then a controlled voice, although there was a hint of anger, he said.

(Arthur)-Young King. First of all, I'd like to ask if you're okay? And I want to say that I will personally punish that peasant who dared to attack you king during your speech.

(Krystian)-I feel much better, I appreciate the kind word. But it's not up to you to decide the fate of my subjects. And I will listen to him and pass judgment on this act. Your job is to deal with documents and matters of this nature. Don't try to deal with what belongs to the king's decision. I have thought a lot and now I have decided to change many things to lead this nation. understood?

(Arthur)-Yes...King...

(Krystian)-Now return to your duties and have the guards bring the person responsible for the attack on me. I will not leave it for later. Perform!