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In the dream, it was the study room full of the glorious history of the entire empire.

His father sat behind his desk, his face covered by darkness, as he did every time he went to see him.

He said, "Charles, you ruined Lancaster. ”

No!!!

Charles roared under his breath and woke up from his dream.

"Nope. He muttered to himself, "No, I didn't ruin Lancaster.

On the contrary, I brought it back to its glory.

Father, look at it, one day, my name will shine like the ancestors of the family who shine in the long river of history.

And you, who can only be remembered forever, are just a code name, the father of Charles the Resurrection.

Charles wiped his face soaked in cold sweat, and dusted off the hand wrapped around him by the woman next to him in disgust.

"Slut. Charles cursed in a low voice, as if if he didn't curse like that, there would be a fire burning in his heart, and he would want to die.

In fact, even such a curse could not remove the fire in his heart.

That fire, from the day he ascended the throne, had been lit in his heart and could not be extinguished.

Unless......

Well, it can't be thought about anymore, and there is no point in thinking about it again.

Charles quickly got dressed and got out of bed.

He had to get back to the palace before dawn, otherwise another scolding and confinement awaited him.

Damn it.

Thinking of this, the fire in his heart burned again.

Why?!

Why should I be confined to prison?!

Why would anyone dare to scold me?!

I'm the Emperor!

Emperor!

Emperor!!!

He really wanted to just roar so loudly that the entire Central King City could hear it.

But he didn't dare.

From the first day he ascended to that cold throne, he knew that he had to be careful not to show any resentment, anger, ambition.

Because he knows that he is a puppet.

Puppets must fulfill their obligations as puppets and not behave too out-of-line.

However, when he really began to experience the puppet life, he felt incomparably angry and humiliated.

He was an emperor.

However, even if it was clearly stipulated, no one came to see him in the palace hall on the days when he met with the ministers once a week, and reported to him on the situation of government affairs, military affairs, and so on.

Even if it's just going through the motions.

Nor did it.

Everything was concentrated in the military department, the man named Winnington.

Well, you can't even go through the cutscenes.

So, as an emperor, you should always have the right to travel in peacetime, right?

However, he was told that in order to maintain the image of the new emperor as a diligent and loving citizen, he could not leave the palace unless Winnington approved him.

He needs to sit alone in the study, or in the main hall, all day.

That's all.

He was also forbidden to find women, well, also for his good image.

None of the servants around him obeyed his commands.

He felt imprisoned, deaf, blind, and dumb.

He's going crazy.

This is not even a little bit of the life of an emperor he imagined.

He thought that even if he didn't have power, he could at least enjoy life.

Unexpectedly, it was much harder than his previous days.

To this end, he did not hesitate to take risks.

Of course, it's not that he had the guts to do anything heroic.

He only sneaked out of a secret passage of the palace that only he knew about on a dark and windy night.

With what little money he had, he went to one of his favorite brothels.

That night he had a great time, roaming through the flesh of a new woman.

Like a real emperor.

And, that night, no one noticed his recklessness.

After that, he became fascinated by this kind of life, and he would sneak out of the palace every once in a while.

On such a day, he was finally discovered once, and he was abused and confined to him.

Or even food shortages.

But he was still willing to take risks.

This seemed to be the only way he could demonstrate his authority as emperor.

Pushing open the door, he hurried down the stairs, ready to walk out the hall.

At this time, there were still a few prostitutes in the hall who were drinking all night.

Seeing Charles hurrying out, one of them couldn't help but shout, "Hey, little brother, what's the matter, soft feet?

Charles ignored him and walked out.

"I said, brother, I have to warn you that it's not a good idea to go outside at this time, and the Central City has not been peaceful lately. The other was kind enough to remind.

Charles understood what he meant by not being at peace.

It is said that in the past two months, a monster suddenly appeared in the Central Castle, which likes to hunt for food at midnight, grabbing lone passers-by to kill and devour.

Some people say that it was Charles who plotted to seize the throne and angered the spirits of the world, which was a disaster from God.

Charles also had to write an edict to soothe the anger of the people.

Another theory is that Winnington was doing some inhumane biological experiment.

Those predators are monsters that have escaped from the laboratory.

"Damn it. Charles's hatred for Winnington deepened.

He pushed open the door of the brothel, and the cold wind outside immediately blew into every inch of his skin.

Shaking his cold body, he hurried into the night.

Gotta go back.

As soon as he turned a street corner, he suddenly stepped on his feet and felt like he had kicked something.

Squatting down, he fixed his eyes and saw that it was actually a woman.

It was as if he had drunk too much wine and fell to the ground.

On closer inspection, this woman, Charles swears, was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

I don't know how many times more beautiful than the one he went to in the brothel before.

"Damn it. Charles scolded fiercely, lifted the woman up with great difficulty, and went into the alley next to him.

Although it was almost dawn, the woman aroused his desire to conquer.

He felt the blood boiling all over his body, and he wanted this woman.

Soon, he stripped the woman naked in the alley.

Ignoring the bitter cold, he took off his pants and galloped on top of the woman.

"Haha, haha, ****, you ****, look, see who's you, ah? haha, it's your great Charles ......" Charles said the last word.

His whole body froze.

Because the woman was looking at him with a pair of dark green eyes that were extremely weird.

"Hiss-" is not a human roar at all.

The next moment.

The stunningly beautiful woman, suddenly, split her whole body in half, turned into a monster that seemed to have a huge mouth full of fangs, and bit at Charles.

It's over.

Charles couldn't move at all, and he was even subconsciously spraying because of his fright.

Will I be the most ugly emperor in history?

He thought so.

Suddenly, a little silver light lit up in the dark alley.

The next moment.

The terrifying monster was torn to shreds.

Only the lower half of her body remained, still connected to Charles.

"Vomit...... ...... vomit," Charles vomited frantically.

While vomiting, he looked up at the person who had saved his life.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Winnington stood in front of him, wiping the riding gun in his hand with a blank face.

"I ...... "Charles was still vomiting and couldn't stop at all.......

Winnington helped him free the monster's lower body and lifted him up from the ground.

"It's not too early, it's time for Your Majesty to go back to the palace. ”

"Well...... Well...... "Charles nodded weakly.

"...... tonight," but he couldn't help but ask.

"You've been sleeping in the palace tonight, haven't you?" Winnington waved his rifle casually.

The remaining body of the monster will also be turned to dust.

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The first update. (To be continued.) )