Mysterious Job Called Oda Nobunaga - 168

Early that morning, the south gate of the royal city was slowly opened from the inside. The water moat glistened white in the sunlight.

In front of us, Rumi I’s “official army,” we can see the middle gate of King’s Landing.

That’s where we’re going now.

Inside the gate, the soldiers who were with Hasse are saluting – or rather, nodding their heads.

The soldiers’ armor itself is clean from no major battle, but there is no sign of life at all.

On the other hand, we, the “government troops,” are going in with dignity. It’s part of the job. We carry the king’s authority. We cannot behave in an unseemly manner.

My armor bears not only the sigil of House Nayvre but the sigil of the crown as well. I have returned here not as a general of House Nayvre but as the husband of Rumi I and Regent of the Kingdom of Thirlwil.

I can see Rumi right next to me. He may not be a military man, but he looks stern on horseback as a king. But that does not diminish his gentle temperament. Rumi is Rumi now, and he’s playing the role of a good monarch.

“Don’t worry. If anyone tries to shoot at us with a bow and arrow, the trumpet will take care of them first.”

I murmur softly to Rumi. I could tell he was getting hard.

“I’m not worried about that.”

Rumi smiled thinly.

“It’s just that I’m feeling the weight of the kingdom, and I’m naturally tense.”

“How many generations of kings have we had in Rumi?”

I am the twenty-fifth generation. Incidentally, this year marks the 328th year since the kingdom was founded. However, there has been a sudden change of kings in the past hundred years.

Just since the time of the <.

I can’t help but be nervous when I think that something that has been going on for that long will be transformed today.

Past the soldiers who had sided with Hasse, the people who had come to watch filled the streets along the way.

Without thinking “Long live Rumi I!” Long live the Regent! Some of them were shouting, “We’re going to the next town,” while others were looking anxious because they could not read the political situation.

If Hasse’s side should continue to rule King’s Landing, it would be dangerous to speak in praise of Rumi I. Wise men should not say anything yet.

Also, the people of King’s Landing must know firsthand that something big is simply about to happen.

There have been many changes of kings in the past, but this is different.

At any rate, there should be nothing left to oppose the new king.

The division of the country will end with the complete surrender of the former king.

Soon, we come to the biggest intersection in the city.

They are joined by another march of soldiers coming from both sides. They have entered from the west and east gates.

The representative of the west gate is Tarsha Machar. The representative of the east gate is Soltis Nistonia. The son of Tarsha is my seed and the daughter of Soltys, Yucca, is my consort, so you could say that they are my kin.

Soltys tried to decline, saying that he was not a lord big enough for the role, but he insisted and accepted. Since she is a count, there should be no problem.

The three lines of soldiers now joined together crossed the bridge leading to the middle gate of the castle.

At this moment, the castle was opened without bloodshed.

We should be proud that we were able to seize the castle without any casualties.

We’re going to the throne room. We will have an audience there.

Hasse has already stepped down from the throne. I let him have it. Because he is not the king anymore. The situation now is that Hasse, who is no longer king, has the crown.

Hasse looks smaller than when I saw him before. He is not old enough to be sick, so he must have been exhausted by the recent turmoil. His hair is beginning to turn gray. And he is holding a crown in his unsure hand. The crown seemed to be badly impoverished because of the crown he was holding.

Behind Hasse are his “loyal subjects” who followed him to the end.

Some of them are eyeing Rumi and me. I don’t feel anything now. I know I’ll be hated if I live like this. I’ve been wronged more times in this life than I can be wronged in ten lifetimes.

Among the “loyal subjects” there were bureaucrats like Jahnhahn, with whom I have close ties. They looked mysterious, but I could see the difference between them and those who had been following Hasse for a long time.

This time it was not me who was the star of the show. It was Rumi, the king.

But first, I had to play the lead. I’ll be right in front of Rumi.

“Former king, I now ask you to return the crown to His Majesty.”

I gave Hasse a cold look. There was no point in showing unnecessary emotion.

“Brother-in-law, did you orchestrate my sister’s becoming king ……?”

Hasse asks in a voice devoid of power.

“It was the former king who made me a traitor. I am sure the former king knows how furious I was with my wife.

This is not the place to vent our feelings. All such things have been done.

Hasse doesn’t even understand that.

Now, please give the crown back to His Majesty.

I took a step to the right. Rumi’s and Hasse’s gazes meet.

Rumi held out his hands in front of him.

“Now, in my hand, I take the crown, the proof of my kingship,” he said.

Hasse looked up to the heavens and sighed once, then slowly walked forward.

His shoes hit the stone floor with a high, thudding sound.

And just three more jogs to Rumi…

“My Lord, wait!”

One of the vassals who had been waiting for him jumped out–

He pushed Hasse as hard as he could.

“My former king, what is your intention with this dagger?”

A sword, not in its scabbard, was indeed peeking out from Hasse’s formal attire.