"To break one's promise as a ruler, to lose one's people as a king, to lose one's morals as a person. In the name of the last descendant of the Mist, Roland Mist, I hereby abrogate Füml Caso from the throne!"
The lion of the former king made a gesture, and with the help of the talent ability of this Ancient Frigid Maw who was proficient in sound waves, my angry roar could be heard to every corner of the entire city.
The badly mutilated king lay on the ground, while the furious me stood on a high platform in the palace, announcing my decision to the world.
The goatskin parchment that I had prepared beforehand was spread out, and crimes that few people knew about were announced to the public. Mystical magic tricks caused these blood-like words to float in the air, making them exceptionally eye-catching!
"Crime number one, cold-blooded and heartless, venomous, familicide …"
…
"Crime number fourteen, extravagance, wasting resources, watching as the citizens starved to death while enjoying luxurious clothes and delicious food!"
"Crime number fifteen, colluding with other tribes, nurturing a tiger to invite calamity, inviting a wolf into the house …"
The shocking crimes caused all the houses to open their windows and listen to the broadcast from the palace.
The more I read, the angrier I got. Looking at the dozens of crimes at the end, I didn't even want to hear them anymore, so I just tore it apart and started complaining from the bottom of my heart.
"We'll just ignore these messy things, but the most important thing is that I don't like you, you coward! That's why I want you to scram from the throne of the Mist! "
"More than one thousand seven hundred years ago, the Northlands was a rotten place. The weather was cold, the ground was frozen, and magical beasts were everywhere. Now, it has all the bad conditions, but back then, it was also a famous place for exiles. If criminals from various countries were to be thrown here, they would die within three to five years. And if they didn't die, it would be even more troublesome. Without the ability to survive, they would most likely become villains who roamed the land and robbed others. "
"Natural disasters, man-made disasters, and beast disasters all came together. Back then, even if the Northlands wasn't hell on earth, it wasn't much worse!"
As they listened to Roland's description and compared it to the current scene, the People of the Mist vaguely guessed something.
"At that time, the former King Rivendette, who had suffered greatly in the North, unexpectedly obtained the power of the Frigid Maw contract. He was determined to build his own country on this barren land. He never said that he wanted to defend the borders of the entire human society. He just had enough of these precarious days. He hoped to build a home for himself and his people, a new home that would not be humiliated and oppressed by outsiders."
As the sun rose, the angry roar resounded throughout the city. After a brief moment of shock, the name of Prince Roland and the deep voice made the passersby stop and listen patiently.
"Back then, everyone laughed at him for overestimating himself and thought he was a lunatic. After all, at that time, the last Holy War had just ended. A centipede died, but it did not fall down. The beastmen were still as strong as ever. Building a country here was equivalent to building a fortress on the frontlines of the war between the beastmen and the humans. It was inevitable that the beastmen would retaliate crazily. Besides, he was just a poor kid. He even had to find a way to feed himself, so how could he find resources and food to be self-sufficient?"
"But there is nothing absolutely impossible in this world. Rivendette went through many hardships and forcefully turned the impossible into the possible and built his own home in this frozen land."
"No valuable specialties or wealth? He believed that there was always a way out. He found his dwarven friends and organized an engineering team of the natives. Inch by inch, shovel by shovel, he forcefully found his own specialties in this barren land — magic minerals. "
"No strong city defenses to deal with external threats? At the border, he and his followers used their bare hands to dig trenches and sentry posts. They used their feet to replace the patrolling riders and used their flesh and blood to build the city walls to protect their people! "
Young people who were just about to start work, women who were preparing food for their families, and old people who were taking a stroll. When they heard the story of the late king that wasn't recorded in history books, they couldn't help but stop in their tracks.
"Praise the late king! It was you who built a home for us and allowed us to live with dignity. "
"'We admit that our lives are tough. We have nothing in our pockets. I can't guarantee that we won't change after fighting with me. But, what I am sure of is that if we don't do anything that we might not be able to change, and if we do, we might not be able to change anything. But if we must starve or freeze to death in the midst of hunger and cold, I at least hope that I have done my last bit. 'This was what the late king said. In the face of the harsh nature, there is no such thing as a miracle from the heavens. There is no such thing as an inexplicable hope. We can only rely on ourselves and our companions. This is the so-called Will of Mist. And the late king and those Northlanders who chose to follow him became the earliest people of the Mist. "
"Unlike those ancient tribes, most of us are mixed-bloods. But what distinguishes us from the Mist is not our bloodline or skin color. As long as a Northlander possesses the Will of Mist, he is a member of the Mist! These were the original words of the late king, and it is the truth that we, the descendants of the Mist, have always believed in! "
"1423 years ago, that was the first time the Mist Kingdom was on the brink of destruction. The nightmarish demon army opened the door to the lower planes. Countless demons and devils rushed out of the door, and in a single night, the Mist Kingdom lost seventeen cities. The capital, Diffindor, was in a state of emergency. But the people of the Mist didn't despair. In order to protect their homeland, they paid countless sacrifices and forcefully swept the demons back to their homeland."
"And the traces left behind from that time are still there. It is the Demon Abyss of Anweima. No, the most important trace and legacy left behind is still the war flag that was raised in the howling winds. At that time, the Will of Mist and the Mist War Flag were stained with blood for the first time. We walked on a completely different path of development from the Northlands of the Central Plains. Uninteresting and inflexible became the most obvious characteristics of our tribe, and our unyielding will and temperament became the badge of our pride. "
The citizens silently looked at the Mist War Flag that could be seen everywhere, and they faintly felt a new understanding. Perhaps, the inheritance wasn't just the bloodline, but a deeper layer of secrets waiting to be unearthed.
"1129 years ago, it was a chaotic war that involved countless races. The Beastmen, who didn't dare to remain silent, invaded the Northlands. It was also a cruel winter where no one expected a war to break out. But that war lasted for a whole twelve years. The people of the Mist died in battle at one million three hundred and seventy thousand, and countless more were injured. Out of ten houses, nine were empty. And as the protector of the country, the Mist Royal Family lost four kings and seven members of the royal family. Among them, the youngest was only five years old, and it had only been twelve days since he ascended to the throne and died in battle. From then on, it became our tradition to have the prince as our general. Every young child has to receive training in swordsmanship and horsemanship, because no one knows if they will be of use one day. And once they are on the battlefield, regardless of their gender or age, they only have two choices — to return victorious, or to die gloriously in battle! "
"And another new tradition is that when the king dies in battle, the prince takes his place. When the prince dies in battle, the princess takes his place, and when the princess dies in battle, the queen takes her place. As long as the royal family exists, the resistance will never stop. From the start, on the battlefield, those of the Mist Bloodline like us will always be captured, because our enemies know that captives are meaningless. After all, there have been too many seniors who have made their choice. Surrender? Be captured? How can we, the younger generation, afford to lose our face? We should just find a pillar and knock ourselves to death. "
"Seven hundred years ago, that sudden war was a dagger that came from the back. The sudden rise of the foreign slave trade represented endless bloodshed, but also endless wealth. And our Mist Kingdom blocked the golden path to riches. Thus, a large number of high-quality weapons were shipped to the hands of the Beastmen. After that cruel war with the Beastmen, we ignored the desolation of our land and directly declared war on the countries behind the scenes. "
"In the end? Hmph, how could those weak Southerners be compared to our steeds who had experienced countless battles? When our Knight dragged those stupid crowned corpses through the streets of every city, no country dared to look down on our people of the Mist. Of course, from then on, our relationship with the human countries has never been good, but we have never regretted it! "
"Again and again, our disaster-ridden country has encountered countless looting and wars, but unknowingly, we've become an 'ancient country' with a long history. This is undoubtedly a wonderful irony that is surprising to everyone. We, the wild flowers that no one cared for, survived the cold winds of the Northern Lands, but those little saplings that were carefully cared for in the Southern greenhouses mysteriously withered one after another. "
"Three hundred years ago, I personally experienced it. The ferocious and warlike Beastmen, the cunning and powerful Demons, and the treacherous human allies. Everything that our ancestors had faced, they all came at once. That time, it was all my fault. We couldn't withstand it, and because of that, our country was destroyed … "
His low voice carried a hint of sobbing, and the silent pain and self-blame made one's heart ache. But the people of the Mist in the city would repeat the same answer. They had different opinions.
"No, our prince, you have already done very well. We are proud of you, so please don't blame yourself. Also, we haven't been destroyed! As long as the people of the Mist still exist, how can the Mist Kingdom not be revived? "
"Yes, we haven't been destroyed! The will of the Mist will never be destroyed! But even if the Mist Kingdom has been destroyed, our people of the Mist haven't! Do you know? When I found out that the Mist Kingdom was formed by the people of the Mist in the Northern Lands, I was so happy that I couldn't sleep for the entire night. Even though it is no longer the country that I know of, and it has already been split into several parts, as long as it still stands in the Northern Lands, I am satisfied. "
"Countless times, I couldn't sleep for days and nights when I thought of my homeland, but whenever I thought of the hatred of the destruction of my country, I swore that if I didn't take revenge and make the culprit pay ten times the price, I would never allow myself to live a peaceful life. And when I finally got my revenge, I no longer had the courage to return to my homeland. Everyone that I knew is already dead, and the owner of the land there is no longer recognizable. "
"My dear prince, please don't hesitate. This will forever be your home, and we are all your family. We welcome your return at any time!"
I smiled. How could I not smile happily in front of such cute people? But when I saw the man in front of me who was like a puddle of mud, my joy turned into anger, and I couldn't help but get angry.
"But … you, Füml Caso, you clearly have the bloodline of the will of the Mist flowing in your body, yet you did such a preposterous thing."
I once thought that he was just an imposter who had nothing to do with the Mist royalty, but after meeting him face to face and using the secret technique passed down in my family, I was surprised to find that he really had the bloodline of the Mist royalty. To think that the descendants of the Mist would fall to such an extent?
"You, arrogant, lustful, and shameless! Sleuweir, it is a good thing that you know how to be flexible. Back then, we suffered enough because we didn't know how to be flexible. But being flexible doesn't mean that you are corrupted. You got involved in the sinful slave trade and sent your people to be abused by the Beastmen. Are you worthy to call yourself a king who protects your people? You are not worthy to be a king! "
"You, ungrateful, greedy, and selfish! You caused our homeland to be humiliated, while you hid in the palace to enjoy fine wine, delicacies, and beauties. The warning I gave you was treated as waste paper. Countless people who should have survived died because of you, but you happily enjoyed the sacrifices of your people. You still have the face to call yourself a king who is above all the lords, the one who has the responsibility of protecting your country? You are not worthy to be a king! "
"You, cowardly, despicable, and disregarding honor! The will of our ancestors has never been extinguished. Our ancestors, Valkyrie, have always been watching over us. If they were still alive, Valkyrie would be able to descend to the mortal world. They would have strangled you to death long ago! You actually dare to surrender? In the 1,700 years of history of the Mist Royal Family, the number of kings who died on the battlefield is innumerable. Not a single coward would surrender! You … "
"… You are not worthy to be a king!"
"I, Roland Mist, in the name of the 56th King of the Mist Kingdom, deprive my descendant, the King of Sin, Füml Caso, of the throne!"
"I, the ancient Frigid Maw Gui Ming Aroin, the companion of the previous king, the first member of the royal family, am here to witness the abdication of the previous king. I also recommend Roland Mist to temporarily take over the duties of the Mist King! I will be the supervising official. "
The citizens and royal guards were stunned for a moment. Then, someone shouted "Long live His Majesty Roland!". Everyone was boiling with excitement.
"Your Highness Roland, no, Your Majesty Roland, welcome back!"
"Your Highness Roland, you are overthinking things. We welcome you at any time."
Soon, under the urging of some people, cheers resounded through the skies. To be able to gain the support of the citizens so easily, from a certain perspective, it was all thanks to Füml's outrageous actions.
Among the crowd, a young couple was complaining to each other.
"… Why do you have to force me to shout? Roland is very familiar with my voice. He'll definitely recognize it and make fun of me."
"You have already made him suffer so many times. Let him laugh at you. Right, how's the injury on your right arm? "
"I'm fine. That Beastman Shaman's injury is more serious than mine. The others are just pretending to tell a story and aren't injured at all."
And when everything was made known to the public, when the outcome was determined, I mercilessly threw Fismer, who was left with only half a breath, down the cliff.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Füml's shrill screams reverberated through the air. If he landed on the ground, he definitely wouldn't survive. Some women and children had already closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the pitiful scene of Füml turning into meat paste. However, I firmly locked onto Füml and didn't relax my grip at all.
* Whoosh! *
As expected, just as Füml was about to fall to his death, a pair of bat wings suddenly extended from his back. With a sudden flap, he glided out of the city.
"Damn it! He really is a demon! "
My expected guess was confirmed, but it wasn't good news at all. A descendant of the Mist combined with a demon's bloodline. No matter how I thought about it, there was only one possibility.
"Cavendish … Did you do all of this? Did you set all of this up? "
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