Chapter 830 – 830. A Tyrant For You
When the Emperor ejaculated inside Ophelia’s vagina, the guard who had left returned. Behind him, naked prisoners with handcuffs and shackles walked in a line.
There were a total of 20. More than half were men. Despite being prisoners, they all had an air of nobility. They were all from noble families.
Onyx’s face hardened. He was quick to catch on.
“Two counts, four viscounts, seven barons, and their wives. Can you guess why they became prisoners?”
“…I can only guess that they committed a grave crime.”
“This morning, assassins came for me. A group of over 30 assassins. The name of the group was… ah, it’s so insignificant that I can’t remember. Anyway, the chancellor said it was a famous assassin group, and those people hired them.”
“Are they traitors?”
“Yes. They are rebels. I’ve already exterminated their entire families. I was going to have them drawn and quartered, but… it seems like I’ve only been doing that lately, so I decided to boil them alive.”
“…You mean you boiled them to death?”
“That’s right. And I fed their corpses to the other prisoners. It’s a waste of food, you see. Killing prisoners and feeding their corpses to other prisoners. It’s increased efficiency. That foolish chancellor couldn’t even think of such a good method. He’s surprisingly dense in unexpected ways.”
“……”
Onyx was speechless. The tyrant, who spoke so casually about actions that abandoned human decency, didn’t seem like a human being. Even demons would be less cruel. Onyx was glad he was wearing a long robe. It allowed him to hide his trembling legs.
“Black mage. There are resources before you. Undo the Great Witch’s curse.”
“…Yes, Your Majesty.”
Onyx reached out his hand towards the prisoners. A dark magic circle unfolded before his hand, and it extracted red energy from the prisoners’ bodies. It was the prisoners’ life force.
“Aaaaaaaah!”
The prisoners screamed in agony. Having their life force stolen by black magic was accompanied by great pain.
“Yujin Bellacarossss!!”
A man shouted the Emperor’s name with hatred. He rushed madly towards the Emperor. The guard drew his sword, but it was not swung. It was because the Emperor had subdued him with telekinesis.
“Do you also want to leave a curse on me? I’ll listen. Go ahead and speak. I’ll rate how original it is.”
“You will die! All the people will drag you out of the palace, and the gods will throw you into hell! You will die and burn in hell forever! You, a parricide who killed his father! All those you killed will become vengeful spirits and kill you in hell!! I will curse you even in death!!”
The prisoner’s curse was desperate. Although it was not a magical curse, the words mixed with anger and hatred sent shivers down the spine.
Onyx rolled his eyes, gauging the Emperor’s reaction. The Emperor was indifferent. Without any emotion, he moved the hand that was grabbing Princess Ophelia’s hair and shoved his thick cock into her small mouth. The princess sucked his cock while shedding tears.
“60 points. It was cliché. By the way, the guy who got 100 points was the one who cursed me to become impotent. He stared at my crotch so intensely. He was the most terrifying one I’ve ever seen.”
The prisoner collapsed. His body shriveled. A clump of red energy floated above Onyx’s hand.
“Is that life force?”
“Yes, Your Majesty. If left as is, the life force will scatter, so I will proceed with the undoing immediately.”
“Do so. But can’t life force be stored?”
“It’s possible using magic stones and magical tools.”
“I see.”
Onyx began to undo the curse using black magic. He gradually, little by little, extinguished the Great Witch’s soul within the curse.
Thirty minutes passed.
The undoing was successful. However, it was only about 3% of the total. Even with that, Onyx was drenched in sweat.
“Yo, Your Majesty. I apologize, but this is the limit of my abilities.”
“Is this the limit?”
“O, Oh, please don’t misunderstand. This is just today’s limit. Tomorrow, as soon as my strength is recovered, I will proceed with the undoing again.”
“I’m not blaming you. I’m very satisfied with your competence.”
The Emperor seemed to mean it. He ejaculated into the princess’s mouth and rose from his seat.
“Black mage. Come down below the throne and kneel.”
Onyx did as the Emperor commanded.
“What is your name?”
“My name is Onyx.”
“Do you not have a surname?”
“…I had one, but I abandoned it.”
Onyx was from a fallen noble family. The abandoned name came to mind, but he quickly erased it.
“I will grant you the title of Count, a territory, and a surname. Your surname will be….”
The Emperor looked at Onyx. Onyx was old and had no hair.
“Talmor. Count Onyx Talmor. I will grant you the title in a simplified manner. If you want to hold a banquet, go to your territory and do it.”
“Your benevolence is boundless!”
Onyx felt his heart pounding. He had become a noble. Black mages would gather around him. Memories of being persecuted, discriminated against, and hated for being a black mage came to mind and then disappeared. Tears welled up in Onyx’s eyes.
“Even if it’s simplified, I should do something. I’m in a good mood, so I’ll do it specially. Don’t move.”
The Emperor reached out his hand. The black longsword, Arondight, flew into the Emperor’s hand. The Emperor held the sword and tapped Onyx’s head and shoulders.
Onyx wanted to say, ‘This is a knighting ceremony,’ but the words got stuck in his throat, and he decided to just shut up.
“Ah, I think there was something else I had to do… I don’t know. The chancellor will take care of it.”
The Emperor turned his head.
“Head of the Magic Tower. You have a face full of dissatisfaction. I grant you permission to speak.”
“…Your Majesty. Black mages are dirty and lowly beings. I won’t stop you from using them. However, titles are not acceptable. Rather, use black mages as slaves!”
“So, you’re saying you’re displeased that I gave a black mage a title.”
Flitch!
Rodrick trembled. No. This wasn’t right. He had been momentarily out of his mind after witnessing something unimaginable and impossible.
“Yo, Your Majesty! Forgive me! Please forgive me! I was momentarily out of my mind….”
Swoosh!
Rodrick’s head rolled away. The headless corpse fell to the floor, spurting a fountain of blood.
[A ruthless execution!]
[You have gained 150,000 Tyrant Points!]
“Mages.”
“…Yes, Your Majesty…. Please… command us….”
The mages of the Magic Tower trembled. They bowed their heads, praying that their heads would not be severed.
“I’ll give you one month. Select a new head of the Magic Tower. If any mediocre person comes to the royal palace as a mage, I will consider it an insult and destroy the Magic Tower.”
“We will obey your command…!”
“Get out. Ah, leave the corpse.”
The mages quietly backed away and left the Great Hall.
The Emperor spoke to Onyx.
“Count Talmor. I have several orders for you.”
“Please command me.”
“First of all… black mages can manipulate corpses and souls to create undead, right? Turn this one into a lich. He was the head of the Magic Tower in life, so he should be useful.”
Onyx’s eyes trembled as he looked at Rodrick’s head on the floor. If he had made even the slightest mistake today, it would have been his head, not Rodrick’s, that was severed.
“…I know how to create a lich, but it requires at least a year and the life force of ten thousand people.”
“That’s not much. My second order. Build a prison next to your territory. I will provide support, so make it as large as possible.”
“…What kind of prison is it?”
“A prison is a prison, does it have any other meaning? …No, it’s better to call it a ranch?”
“A ranch… are you perhaps going to confine other races there?”
“I’ll put all races there, including humans. They are resources. Black magic needs life force, doesn’t it? Take it out whenever you want. Ah, I’ll also provide magic stones, so store the life force in them.”
Onyx felt cold sweat running down his back.
“Raise humans there. If you only use life force, it will eventually disappear, so you need to replenish it, right?”
“…You mean, treat humans like livestock, Your Majesty? Humans are not livestock.”
“If you treat them like livestock, they are livestock. Does a black mage not know that? Also, what the Count should pay attention to is finding jewels and sending them to me.”
“Jewels? Is there a mine in my territory?”
“Sometimes, mutants appear among humans. Mutants who have extremely beautiful appearances even though their mothers and fathers are terribly ugly. Send those jewels to me. Grant the jewels whatever they want, within reason.”
“…What if the jewel wants their mother and father to be released?”
“I said to grant them whatever they want.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
“I believe you will do well on your own, but manage the studs thoroughly.”
“…By studs, do you perhaps mean handsome men?”
“You’re quick to understand. That’s right. If the stock is not good, at least the seed should be good, right? Replace the studs every certain period.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The Emperor sat on the throne. Princess Ophelia crawled back to the Emperor. The Emperor kicked Princess Ophelia. Ophelia coughed as she rolled on the floor. A maid who was far away ran to Ophelia and gave her a potion.
The Emperor gestured towards the bed. A blonde woman rose and approached the Emperor. Her bobbed hair swayed as she moved.
Laplea Dior Harmel. The third empress and princess of the Harmel Kingdom, a nation of winged people. The reason she doesn’t have wings on her back is because she’s hiding them. Winged people can hide their wings when they become adults.
“Ah… Your Majesty… Your Majesty….”
Laplea knelt before the Emperor. When the Emperor extended his foot, she kissed his instep and began to masturbate by rubbing her vagina with his toes.
“Ahng! Ah! Aaaah! Haaah!”
“That sounds good. Keep crying.”
Her voice was very beautiful. Any instrument would sound like trash compared to her voice.
The influence of her race was significant. Some women of the winged race are born with beautiful voices.
The Emperor looked at Laplea’s chest. A cup. No, A- cup. It was a bit too small.
“Count Talmor. I’ve heard that black mages create chimeras. Can you create humans too? If humans can be copied… wouldn’t that be amazing?”
“I apologize, Your Majesty. Creating living beings is the realm of the gods. Chimeras are not living beings but rather closer to undead.”
“I see, that’s a shame.”
“……Perhaps, Your Majesty, do you desire immortality? Is that why you brought our Black Mage Society into the royal palace….”
“I’m not interested. There’s something more important than that.”
The Emperor’s demeanor changed.
Until now, the Emperor had been indifferent. He wasn’t this serious even when he killed the head of the Magic Tower.
Just how important could it be? Onyx felt his lips parched.
“Make a breast enhancement potion.”
“…A breast enhancement potion…? What is that?”
“It’s a potion that enlarges a woman’s breasts. It doesn’t have to be a potion. Anyway, find a way to enlarge a woman’s breasts. Naturally. This is important. If you bring me a method that involves putting something like implants in the breasts, you’ll die by my hand.”
“I, I will keep that in mind.”
“This is more important than making the head of the Magic Tower into a lich, so prioritize it. You’re not going to say it’s impossible, are you?”
“It’s not impossible. Originally, black magic started with the pursuit of immortality. Creating life is impossible, but life modification is possible. If we limit the growth to the breast area…. Yes. I think it’s possible to make it into a potion.”
“You are truly a treasure of the Empire. If there’s anything you want, tell me. I’ll grant you one request, as long as it’s not an absurd request to give me a beautiful woman.”
“…Your Majesty. I would like to build a Magic Tower… a Magic Tower for black mages in my territory.”
“Granted.”
“Your benevolence is boundless!!”
[You have opened the era of black magic!]
[You have gained 60,000 Tyrant Points!]
•••
Two months had passed since accepting the black mages.
The nobles who heard the rumors that I had become weak sent assassins almost every day and attempted to poison me. Most of the assassins were caught by the royal guards before they could infiltrate the palace. Assassins who made it to my bedroom were very rare. Of course, even if they did, it didn’t mean the assassination would succeed.
In the case of poisoning, only innocent food-tasting slaves died. I was poisoned 11 times by female assassins disguised as dancers, but thanks to the power of the Holy Grail, the potent poison didn’t have much effect. At most, I would get a brief headache or feel unwell for a short time.
When poison didn’t work, the female assassins changed their methods. They tried to kill me directly with weapons. This was a bit disconcerting at first, but I got used to it, and it didn’t work. The trick was to carefully check the neck, vagina, and anus to find hidden daggers. Occasionally, there were crazy women who had modified their bodies, but it was rare, and they didn’t feel very threatening.
[A delightful banquet!]
[You have gained 3,000 Tyrant Points!]
I held banquets every day.
Work? Why would I do such a thing? The chancellor would take care of it. If the chancellor became corrupt and stole my money, I would just annihilate the chancellor’s family and appoint a new chancellor.
Sometimes, when I got tired of banquets, I would go outside the imperial city and take commoners.
I deliberately left the Great Witch’s curse as it was. It was to weed out the nobles who dared to rebel after hearing that I had become weak due to the curse.
Actually, I was targeting the North, but the North was quiet. They were sending taxes regularly. However, I hadn’t been able to meet the esteemed Grand Duke of the North.
“Your Majesty!”
The Great Hall opened, and General Luteon and the royal guards rushed in.
I, who was playing with Ophelia again today, narrowed my eyes and looked at Luteon.
“……Is this a rebellion?”
Luteon, who always maintained his composure, was so excited that his face turned red, and he raised his voice.
“It’s an invasion! The 300,000 troops of the Harmel Kingdom have marched towards the Empire!”
