Become Tyrant On My Own Way
Chapter 4 - A TYRANT
Tyrants.
The nickname given to a leader who holds the highest power that governs not based on official rules or laws, but makes himself as the source of the rule itself.
In other words a figure close to arbitrary definition.
And I, Helios de Meglovia, the second prince of the Kingdom of Meglovia, had to accept such a nickname attached to me from childhood thanks to a certain prophecy even without me ever doing anything.
'If you want to see the tyrant, then fine, I will show you how the real tyrant is!'
Without anyone expecting it, I shot an ice arrow right into the seat of one of the residents who spoke out loudest in protesting my decision.
Of course, the tip of the ice had been deliberately blunt so as not to make the person die, but enough to make him faint instantly.
While doing that, I also tried to display the face of a psychopath as cruel as possible that I can show in front of the crowd of people who protested.
Suddenly everyone fell silent and shuddered in fear when they saw the look on my face. My eyes widened with vibrating eyeballs and teeth that slit as if to show that soon my anger will explode and ready to take their lives.
I saw even Albert who had known me from the moment I had not received the prophecy of the goddamn tyrant until shuddered in fear at the look on the face I was not used to.
Then with condescending words, I again said,
“Hey, useless fucking trash! You don't seem to understand one thing. I'm commanding you, not asking for help!”
“But Prince, your order too.. Akh.”.
Before the young man who suddenly made a sound had time to finish his sentence, the ice arrow that I fired the second then also made him faint.
Apparently, all the people who witnessed the incident had misunderstood and thought the people who were hit by my ice arrows had just died on the spot. They immediately prostrated themselves before me, begging for forgiveness so as not to accept the same fate.
How ironic.
The form of fear in governing is something that is most avoided by any wise leader because it will cause instability in his government which results in further deterioration of values in society. But on the one hand, it is the most effective way to impose a rule on a ignorant society.
While maintaining my psychopathic expression, I continued to say,
“Of course you all know that any commoner who dares to oppose a noble family will receive a severe punishment, right? Andwhat? You dare to challenge me? I am the one who even surpasses this ordinary noble figure? I am Helios de Meglovia, the second prince of the Kingdom of Meglovia! Surely you understand the consequences if you challenge me? All those who oppose me will end up on the guillotine!”
As soon as I heard the word guillotine come out through my mouth, the citizens were trembling in fear. Then different from the previous ones, they this time obediently accepted my orders.
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After that incident, I again ordered the artisans to immediately repair the damaged part of the defensive fort with Curtiz's assistance. Then I locked myself back in my office.
I tried to re-examine all the biodata of the soldiers and magicians working in the city's defensive fortifications, checking all their special skills to analyze the proper strategies to eradicate the monster wave.
But no matter how I looked at it, there were absolutely no warriors nor magicians to use.
In the middle of my mind I thought about all that,
“Moooo.”
As if cheering me on, the ice turtle who always accompanied me on my desk rubbed the back of my index finger with its soft head.
It immediately melted the immortality in my heart and then made me back excited at work.
At that moment, a document belonging to one of the backup witches fell to the floor and I picked it up.
The amount of mana capacity is large as well as mastering all magic elements. Isn't this some kind of jackpot? But why were magicians of this good quality stationed in the reserve army?
Then when I looked in the information column, it was apparently due to a defect in the magic circuit.
There is no further detail on that. But this could have been a wish, but I decided not to put high hopes on it since the witch herself was put into the backup magician so surely the flaw of her magic circuit was quite fatal.
But since he was still on the reserve magician list, at least he would still be able to use magic. I also decided to immediately meet the witch to check it directly before making a decision.
But its name... well.. how to say it...a little unique?
Nunus. Who is the man in the present who will give his son's name as bad as it is. Or is this some kind of pseudonym?
But when I was getting ready to meet the witch, Albert suddenly came into my study.
“Master, what the fuck was the attitude of the Master in front of the population? Didn't the Master clearly show that what the prophecy said was true?
“Hah.” I also nodded at Albert's comment.
“As far as I want to be nicknamed tyrant or whatever. Isn't it too late to repair it now since the holy temple itself has branded me so? As long as it's effective and can save more lives, then I don't have a problem.”
“But I'm the problem, Master. Think about the feelings of the men, Master. I can't bear to see Master being treated unfairly like that. How the Master took the nickname tyrant for granted when the Master never did anything wrong.”
I smiled gently at Albert's statement. However he has a clumsy personality plus his mouth that is sometimes quite annoying, he is the one who pays the most attention to my circumstances. He is a good follower.
“But did I already do it? I frightened the citizens with my tyrant figure just now.”
“Means why did Master do it?”
“Ya. It doesn't matter anymore now since we don't have much time before the arrival of the next attack from the wave of centipede monsters. You should also get ready soon for it.”
“Master himself how? Looks like Master wants to go somewhere?”
“Yes, I was about to meet someone who could possibly be our trump card in the face of the monster wave. But for now, I myself am not sure so I plan to meet the person directly.”
“Who?”
“A witch named Nunu.”
“What the fuck by that name? Ugly once.”
I who had been holding back that inappropriate remark, was finally uttered by Albert lightly.
“Woi, sorry there same everyone named Nunu in this world!”
Although I actually agreed with what he said, I scolded Albert earnestly.
Then suddenly, for the second time in the morning by noon, the door of my room was knocked again.
This time the visiting guest was Fernand, the head of the soldiers in this city.
“Can the Prince explain what this all means? Why should our soldiers' salaries be cut?!”
Apparently, it's about one of the policy reforms I've just set since coming to this place, the inequality of spending exceeds the income that seems to spoil the soldier.