Silence ensued, and the deafening silence didn’t come as a surprise.

A king. He was indeed the king. The little greenhorn Adventurer turned out to really be the king His Majesty the Emperor himself had appointed, and he was indeed the new ruler of the Proatine Province.

They thought it was an obvious lie…

‘Damn it! He’s really the king?!’

‘That little greenhorn Adventurer is the new king?!’

‘Ah fuck! We’re fucked!’

‘Shit does happen if you live long enough! Damn it!’

‘What kind of a messed-up turn of events is this…?’

As such, the guards were extremely anxious. After all, every single offense they had committed would be enough to have them beheaded over and over again.

“M-My lord! I have committed a grievous sin! Mercy! I ask for your gracious mercy, my lord!”

Ronan, who was the most vocal one when it came to having Siegfried killed, had to push his head on the ground and ask for Siegfried’s clemency while inwardly thanking Oscar over and over again.

“I, Oscar, greet Your Majesty Siegfried van Proa,” Oscar respectfully said while bowing her head toward him.

“Ah, yes, sure…” Siegfried mumbled, seemingly embarrassed over the whole fiasco.

‘This is making me feel awkward as hell…’ he thought while cringing hard inside.

He couldn’t help but still find it awkward to hear people address him with...