Let's Start

"My king, why have you recently asked for a sparring practice with me and we did it in the middle of the forest like this?" 

Clark, who had been with Vincent since he was ten years old, finally asked. He knew Vincent had great swordsmanship, even very great. In this kingdom, Vincent was a Swordmaster. he hid that fact because of what the previous king had said—his father. Violence cannot solve anything. 

Vincent grinned. 

In fact, his path full of wise attitude also brought and accomplished nothing but finishing his life and that of his sister. 

Everything he knew made him firmly sure that hiding was not the best thing. He would experience that death if he behaved the same. 

Die twice? He won't want to.

Piercing remarks from Lewis and Teddy gave him confidence that life had to go through with cunning.

Vincent tilted his head as he put the sword into the sheath.

Vincent tilted his head as he put the sword into the sheath. 

"Do you believe in true peace?" asked Vincent in a deep voice. The question instantly made Clark widen his eyes slightly.

"No, my King." 

Vincent knew a person like Clark, who grew up on the battlefield, knew that true peace was something pseudo. While Vincent had previously pursued it, making him seem wise and instead became an easy target for wolves in sheep's clothing. 

Clark, a 33-year-old man, the son of the red-haired Marquis of the southern part of the empire. His green eyes looked calm but scary. A strong knight and very loyal to Vincent. At the end of Vincent's life, Clark desperately protects Vincent and gets a very terrible death. After his head was severed, they pierced his head into a spear and exhibited in the imperial's square capital as a liar and traitor. Then, Vincent also died disrespectfully in the middle of the square as an unspeakable king.

"Good. Then from now on you know I will not hide my strength anymore." Vincent patted his thigh, cleaning up the lingering dust. 

"King's meaning, you won't pretend that you can't use a sword anymore?" Clark half-shouted when he said it. He didn't expect that suddenly his king would show his true strength, and it made the scattering on Clark's chest so obvious. 

[I didn't expect your ability to be so great, Vincent. You can even hear Clark's heart spreading.]

James praised Vincent's ability. It's a pity that he didn't use all these great things he had to make people submit to him. 

"But remember, this is still a secret between us."

"It's ridiculous for me to say unnecessary things to anyone, King Vincent!"  Clark immediately addressed Vincent. The brave knight had been waiting for his master for a very long time to show his fangs. Now he was so satisfied with what had happened. 

"Good. Now we have to get ready to take over what I have, Clark."

Vincent, who had tidied himself up, jumped on the dark horse beside him. It made Clark also jump on the horse, and then the two by riding the horse towards the main palace. 

**

"So, we need to raise taxes because we need to increase military power."  Henry said what he wanted confidently. The others only heard what Henry said.

Some of them supported what Henry said, and some looked at him with hatred. They know Henry can always influence Vincent, which makes Vincent agree with what Henry said.

"Well, give me all those reports, Grand Duke Henry." 

Everyone who was there staring at Henry with surprised eyes. During this time, Vincent called Henry as 'uncle', which made their relationship look very close and unshakable. However faced with all the important people in this empire, Vincent called Henry with a title. It certainly makes the limits clearly visible. 

Henry, who heard Vincent's remarks, gritted his teeth for a second and expressed coldly as usual. He has to look normal quickly. 

"Sorry, Vincent, but that military report is me taking care of it." 

Vincent tilted his head because he felt funny about what Henry said.

His eyes still looked friendly, he didn't want to directly show his more obvious changes to everyone who noticed him and made the other mice wary. 

"Grand Duke Henry, I am the king here and you don't call me by the name of king? Or the confession, blood, and me sitting here can't explain to you I am the king?" Vincent said in a friendly voice, and it made the person who contrasted with Henry smile at Vincent's remarks. 

Henry felt he was being humiliated. 

His hands were clasped and with a still calm face, Henry answered Vincent's remarks. 

"I'm sorry, King Vincent. I just get carried away because I remember you, who have always been close to me since childhood." Henry said it with great courtesy and, of course, it is still visible that he wants to brag about himself, boasting of who he is, a relative of the king.

"Don't repeat, Grand Duke. It can make a misunderstanding, this is an official meeting." Vincent's eyes flashed when he said it, and it made Henry catch his breath.

"Well, my King." 

"Give me a military report, I want to see it." Vincent was still discussing what he wanted just now. 

"But, King Vincent, I am the one who takes care of the matter...." 

"And I am your king, who is here, of course, mine. Or are you hiding something?" Vincent directly interrupted Henry's remarks, and everyone who was there became tense. Never was this friendly Vincent at odds with Henry. There were two atmospheres mixed in the room. 

"Well, King Vincent. I will give the report to you soon." Henry chalked up a hint of supercilious smile on his face. 

After the meeting happened, Vincent and Clark walked out of the room first. Behind them an Orange-haired nobleman stamped foot. 

He had long hair wearing glasses, known as the owl of Dragonhart. 

"I'm sorry I disturbed your time, King Vincent. I am Gill Ginjery." 

"It doesn't matter, Gill. You have something to say, right?" Vincent smiled brightly, looking at the exhausted-looking face in front of him.