## Chapter 831 – 831. A Tyrant For You
“Your Majesty!”
The Great Hall burst open, and General Luteon and the Royal Knights stormed in.
I, who had been playing with Ophelia today as well, narrowed my eyes and stared at Luteon.
“…Is this a rebellion?”
Luteon, who always maintained his composure, was so agitated that his face flushed as he raised his voice.
“It’s an invasion! The 300,000-strong army of the Harmel Kingdom has set out towards the Empire!”
The people in the Great Hall, who had been wallowing in pleasure, all woke up and began to panic. Behind Luteon, the Chancellor came rushing in. The Chancellor began to clear the Great Hall. He scattered the dancers, sent the beauties back to the palace, and drove out the court orchestra.
I clicked my tongue briefly but didn’t stop the Chancellor. I knew how serious the situation was.
The maids approached. The maids usually wore simple dresses, but by my order, they were all dressed in maid outfits. They were more luxurious and flamboyant than the maids’ usual attire. It was my taste. The maids dressed me. I fondled their bodies.
I slipped my hands under their skirts and into their breasts. Soft and warm. The scent of women calmed my mind and body.
But it was a shame.
‘…Their breasts are small. The women in this world have small breasts on average.’
Perhaps because it was a romance fantasy world, most of the women were A-cups. There were occasionally beautiful women with large breasts, but they were very rare.
‘I need to get the aphrodisiac potion completed soon.’
I looked at Luteon, who was kneeling below the throne. His face, which had been agitated, had returned to its usual coldness.
“General, is it true that the 300,000-strong army of Harmel has set out towards the Empire?”
“It is information sent by spies. I have personally verified the information several times. The information is true.”
The General had never lied to me before. It would be the same this time. It would be impossible to lie about such a huge matter unless he had dementia.
“Harmel…”
My gaze turned to the bed. Naked royals and maids were gathered there. The Chancellor couldn’t treat the royals carelessly. Among the royals was the Third Imperial Consort, Raphaella Dior Harmel. A princess of Harmel.
Harmel was a nation of the Twin-Winged. Humans born with wings. They were the Twin-Winged.
“They’re coming.”
“Yes, Your Majesty. They are advancing towards the capital by flying through the sky. They will probably arrive in the capital tomorrow or the day after.”
“They’re aiming for me, as expected.”
The fact that they advanced towards the capital without a declaration of war meant they intended to kill me and quickly end the war. The longer the war dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for the Harmel Kingdom.
It was a war that started unilaterally without sending an envoy or a declaration of war. They would receive some criticism later, but the justification was on Harmel’s side. I was a tyrant, and I had violated and treated the Harmel princess, the Third Imperial Consort, like a slave.
“It is certain that the King of Harmel obtained information about His Majesty the Emperor, who is suffering from the curse of the Great Witch, and deliberately raised his army.”
“Chancellor, you are right. It is impossible to raise an army of 300,000 impulsively without preparation. They probably prepared for several months and set out today.”
“There is intelligence that the King of Harmel is leading the army himself.”
Luteon added. It wasn’t surprising. The King of Harmel wasn’t exactly a tyrant, but he was known for his fierce nature. His hobby was said to be monster hunting.
“Your Majesty, the forces of the Imperial City alone cannot withstand an army of 300,000. Especially if the opponent is the Twin-Winged of Harmel, the walls are meaningless.”
The Twin-Winged could fly. Just shooting arrows, throwing spears, or dropping rocks from the sky was troublesome enough, but if there were mages mixed in, it was a disaster in itself.
“Your Majesty, please issue a conscription order to the entire Empire.”
“Chancellor, if I issue a conscription order now, can they arrive within two days?”
I could issue the conscription order itself. I could use magic. But the problem was the time it would take for the nobles scattered throughout the Empire to organize their armies and come to the capital. Two days? Absolutely impossible. It would take at least a month.
“…If we rely on the barrier of the capital and hold out until reinforcements arrive… wouldn’t that be possible?”
“Chancellor, the barrier of the capital is not invincible. Even if we deliberately deploy the barrier, it cannot withstand an army of 300,000.”
The General countered the Chancellor’s words. The General was right, so the Chancellor couldn’t refute him.
“Your Majesty, there is no other choice. We must send an envoy to the King of Harmel. We must appease the Harmel Kingdom through diplomacy and make them withdraw their army.”
“Don’t talk nonsense, Chancellor.”
“Y-Your Majesty?”
“Harmel has raised an army of 300,000. Do you think they will withdraw just because we send an envoy?”
“T-The Foreign Minister’s abilities are outstanding. The King of Harmel will also want to end the situation peacefully with as little damage as possible.”
“Well, they must have raised their army because they want something, so if we give them a few things they want, they will be satisfied and withdraw. First, they will demand money, then human slaves, then territory of the Empire, and finally, my head. Does the Chancellor think we should give Harmel my head?”
“H-Heavens! No, no! Your Majesty, you misunderstand!”
The Chancellor was sweating profusely as he knelt. The Chancellor was capable, but he was also very fearful.
“I know you didn’t mean that. Can’t the Chancellor even distinguish a joke?”
“I-I am inadequate and failed to understand Your Majesty’s intentions. I am sorry…”
“The King of Harmel’s goal is simple. To kill me and make his grandson the master of the Empire.”
Neither the Chancellor, the General, nor any of the other nobles denied it. That was what they thought as well.
“General.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“I will not issue a conscription order. We will face the Harmel army with the soldiers within the Imperial City.”
“…But Your Majesty, the forces of the Imperial City do not even number 30,000. Even if we conscript the citizens of the capital, it is impossible to exceed 100,000.”
“I am in the capital. Even if the enemy army is not 300,000 but 1,000,000, they cannot invade the capital as long as I am here.”
“Do you intend to fight the war outside the capital?”
“That’s right.”
Fighting with the capital in the middle would cause more damage. We had to fight outside the capital to avoid property damage.
“I will obey the Imperial command.”
“And execute the Seventh Imperial Prince, Shihabram Bellacarus.”
All the men among the royals were locked in the underground prison. They weren’t tortured, and they were only given black-brown bread for meals. They were hostages, a means of controlling the Imperial Consorts. The reason the Imperial Consorts couldn’t recklessly lash out was because of their children. They cared for their children, but also because if something happened to me, the princes had a high chance of inheriting the throne.
“That cannot be! That cannot be! Your Majesty!”
The Third Imperial Consort, Raphaella, who had been standing apart, rushed towards the throne, but her arm was grabbed by a Royal Knight. She knelt on the floor and pleaded with me.
“I, I will do anything! Please spare Shihabram, at least! Shihabram is Your Majesty’s brother!”
“I have no brothers.”
I rose from the throne. I approached Raphaella and grabbed her by the hair.
“And you, you bitch. Can’t you grasp the situation? Your father is coming with 300,000 soldiers to kill me. I would like to boil you alive, but I’m only keeping you alive because I like your pussy and your voice.”
“Hic…. Y-Your Majesty….”
“General, cut off Shihabram’s head and display it in the highest place in the palace so that the winged bastards can see it well.”
“I will obey.”
Tears flowed from Raphaella’s eyes. She was so pitiful that it made those who saw her feel sympathy, but I had no intention of showing her any mercy.
“You will be violated by me until the King of Harmel arrives.”
“A-Ah, ah…”
“Heh heh. Even your crying sounds good.”
“Your Majesty.”
Someone called me. I turned my head. There was a man. A handsome man with long blue hair tied up. His golden eyes, looking at me, were calm yet mysterious.
Oden Kivizlife. The Archmage of the Magic Tower who succeeded Rodrick and the sub-male lead of the original story. He became the Archmage of the Magic Tower in his twenties, so his magical talent was immense.
I had originally intended to kill him, but I left him alone because he was capable. He was also good at handling himself. He knew that I didn’t like him, so he offered me the beautiful female mages of the Magic Tower.
“What is it, Archmage? If you intend to say something trivial, I will gouge out your eyes.”
“I have come to tell you a good idea that has come to mind. Instead of killing the Seventh Prince, how about torturing him and letting the King of Harmel hear his screams of pain? The King of Harmel is known to care for his relatives… He will surely shed tears of blood as he sees his grandson writhing in pain.”
“That’s a good idea. Do it. But you will torture him yourself. If his screams don’t please me, you will have to scream yourself.”
“…Leave it to me.”
Oden bowed his head.
I could guess what Oden was thinking. He intended to keep the Seventh Prince alive under the guise of torture.
‘I know from the original story that this guy is a black-hearted bastard. He’s a cunning guy who subtly screws over the original protagonist.’
If I died or was defeated, the Seventh Prince would inherit the throne, and the Empire would change. The Third Imperial Consort had no other children, so he was keeping him alive under the guise of torture.
“A-Ah, ah…”
Raphaella just cried. I took off my pants and fucked her pussy in front of everyone.
***
“Emperor! You who killed your father and violated your bloodline! You are worse than a pig! I will save my daughter who is held captive by you, and I will punish you on behalf of the gods! People of the Empire! Soldiers of the Empire! Lay down your weapons! My only goal is the tyrant who is ruining the world! I will save you!”
The voice of the King of Harmel, Gircong Dior Harmel, resounded loudly.
I stood on the palanquin and looked up at the sky. In my left hand, I held Gircong’s daughter, Raphaella, by the hair. She was exhausted and limp. Her whole body was covered in the semen I had spilled. She had been violated by me non-stop for the past two days.
“What a sight.”
The sky was filled with an army of 300,000. They were all holding spears and flapping their pairs of wings, looking down at us menacingly.
On the other hand, the Imperial army on the ground numbered 30,000. Even if they were the same 300,000, the enemies were flying in the sky, so they were at a great disadvantage, and we were only 10% of their numbers.
“Your Majesty, the soldiers are panicking.”
General Luteon informed me. I knew it even without his report. The murmurs of the soldiers, who were feeling fear in the face of a hopeless war, were reaching my ears.
When I didn’t say anything and just looked at the sky, Luteon spoke again.
“Your Majesty, if this continues, the morale of the soldiers will drop, and the war will end before it even begins. Your Majesty, please deliver an imperial address to boost the morale of the soldiers.”
“……”
I ignored him again.
I was cursed by the Great Witch, and an army of 300,000 enemies had flown in to kill me.
Objectively, my situation was the worst. And the worst situation was the best time for betrayal.
I was waiting for Luteon’s betrayal. I was waiting for Luteon and the 30,000 soldiers to point their swords and spears at me.
“Kkyaaaaak! Aaaah! Kkyaak! Grand, Grandfather…! Save me, please save me! Kkyaaaaak!”
The screams of the Seventh Prince echoed from the Imperial City. His desperate screams of pain spread everywhere. The Archmage Oden was doing a good job.
“You bastard!!!”
Gircong roared in anger. He grabbed a spear and threw it at me. I lifted the hair I was holding in my left hand. I put Raphaella in front of me.
Gircong, horrified, moved like a flash of light. He caught the spear he had thrown at me in mid-air. Blood flowed from his thick, large hand.
“Emperor! You bastard!! Are you even a ruler of a country?! You are not qualified to be a ruler! No, you are not even a man!”
I didn’t actually intend to let Raphaella die. I was going to use telekinesis to catch the spear when it got close. There was no way I would kill my own fuck toy. This was just a provocation.
“Soldiers of the Emperor! Did you see it clearly? The despicable man who uses a woman is the ruler you serve! Do you really think that he is qualified to stand above you!?”
