I invested in Ranulf's training and similar things, but after all that training, the Brotherhood assassination organization was reformed, and he gave training to its members. All of them were absolutely loyal and made contracts on their spells. Currently, the Brotherhood has a total of 200 members and they have all infiltrated other kingdoms.
During these 4 months, King Pellionore continues to harass me.
He wants war, ah, I understand, but I already have 11 men infiltrated in his kingdom and they have never skipped their training.
Even though 4 months feels short, the Brotherhood team trains at least 10 hours a day.
Part of the contract was that they must not share the training method I gave them with anyone; even if they wanted to, they couldn't explain it—otherwise, the seal inside them will explode and cause chaos.
Ranulf is recovering more and more.
As for me, I was receiving 12 hours of training a day. This body's potential is very high, so I didn't die from exhaustion. I spent the remaining hours dealing with paperwork.
Personally, ships have been upgraded with new technology. If I could, I would build a flagship, but I'm not close to such advanced technology yet.
Morgan, on the other hand, progressed further in magecraft and became a master of poison-making. Frankly, she scares me, but no poison from this era can harm me.
With the renewal of the ships, naval combat and fishing expeditions have become more specialized. I'm sure now that if I wanted, I could kill Pellionore without even moving a muscle.
Anyway, I took out the letter I always kept with me and gave it to Ranulf in front of me.
There are two letters here: the first one I kept hidden and is a declaration of war to King Pellionore.
The second is a Brotherhood assassination order for King Pellionore—an order to bring his head and write a message in blood at the scene.
I explain the situation to Ranulf, and he just sighs and quickly leaves the room.
Because King Pellionore needs to be sent quickly.
Other than that, Morgan's efforts to deepen our relationship were in vain because I was not going to be involved with any woman here—at least not easily.
I'm still getting messages from King Uther, asking when his grandchildren will come, but I just sent it back saying it's not time yet.
2 days later.
Ranulf had already delivered the letter, left the city successfully, and handed it to an assassin in the Brotherhood. The king was to be killed only after declaring war, and his head to be brought to Orkney.
And today, news of the war was reaching my ears.
[Claim reward: Ryujin Jakka]
Yes, I clicked it, but a red screen appeared in front of me.
[Server has no reiatsu. A suitable reward is being searched.]
[Reward: Aizen's reiatsu potential]
What is this now? I mean, I'm not complaining, but it's clearly a mistake—it makes sense that I can't use it without reiatsu, and this is just Aizen's potential.
So what about Ryujin Jakka? But the system is not responding.
Will there be another error?
[No, host. This time no issues will arise from the system. Ryujin Jakka is reserved for another major mission.]
I see. Thank you, system.
When my reiatsu awakened, I felt something. Is this what they call a soul? I need to work more on magecraft—maybe I can generate the third true magic with this. I don't even know at what level my reiatsu is, but it's definitely high. A golden-colored reiatsu surrounds me, invisible to the naked eye. I can increase it through meditation and life-or-death battles.
In a few days, my order will likely be carried out.
There are few people I know here who could beat me in a fight: Vortigern, Artoria (when she becomes king), mature Morgan, Attila, the Roman Emperor, Merlin, King Uther.
Now that I think about it, it's quite a list. Lancelot might beat me too, I suppose.
Ah, damn it, I forgot that old woman—the purple-haired hag who sleeps with every student of hers. Honestly, before I came to this world, Scathach was someone I loved, but now that I think about it—and if I shut off my lower half—I don't care anymore.
She's alive in this era, and I'm not into her, but who cares?
Suddenly, my intuition makes me feel danger approaching, but this time I don't care.
That woman's wish is to die. You want to die? That's a pleasure.
The fewer women, the less trouble.
Morgan enters my room and frowns. What now with this woman?
Morgan thinks: (This man must be gay. How can he overlook all this progress?)
Morgan speaks up and puts her hands on the table: "When will we have a child, Lott?"
What's wrong with this woman? If you're thirsty, leave me alone. Yes, because of my dragon lineage I get more handsome every day, but this is starting to become a problem.
"Now's not the time," I said, my voice cold as ice.
Morgan slammed her hands on the table: "You always say that. You don't even try to make excuses. Why don't you love me? You're just like my father."
Tears filled her face, but girl, don't bring your daddy issues here. Even if I feel like trash, I have priorities.
Just because he couldn't keep it in his pants... Want me to name a few tragic characters for you? Ah, there's Jason waving over there.
Who else? Orion—greetings, brother, why did you get pierced with an arrow?
Hmm, I can see the end of this story. Anchin, brother, I pray for your soul.
I don't want to end up like any of those heroes, and these events remind me of them.
Morgan is still crying in front of me, looking at me like she wants to be comforted, but I won't. I simply take out a handkerchief from my inner pocket and place it in front of her.
What, should I wipe your tears? No. Right now, I'm waiting for King Pellionore's head to arrive.
Seeing me offer the handkerchief calms her down a bit, and she wipes her tears. When she's calm, I say:
"Morgan, I'm sorry, but the kingdom is still adapting to the new system. Maybe I'm not a good husband. If you don't want me, you can go to Camelot and stay with your father anytime."
Morgan's face twists—she looks at me like I'm filth. But she came closer and slapped me in the face.
Hah, that's good. At least she'll leave me alone now. But contrary to what I expected, a knife is thrown at me. I catch it between two fingers. The one who threw it was Morgan.
I stabbed it into the table. I call this love.
Anyway, I send her away—I know something like that won't kill me. After Zoldyck training, my skin got even whiter. I think I lost my N-word pass.
Wait a minute. I'm a king. Slavery still exists. Hahahahahahahahahah.
Evening hours.
A bloody head is in front of me. The Brotherhood has now taken over Lystenoys (King Pellionore's kingdom). They made them declare that I won—gently (by force).
What truly surprised the people was the message written in Pellionore's blood on the wall of the king's room:
King Lott sends his regards.
Other than that, the Brotherhood purged the nobles and will apply our laws there too.
I call for Ranulf and Balin. Both come and salute me.
First I look at Balin: "Balin, from now on, you are the official of Lystenoys. That place now belongs to Orkney. You're not a king—you're a governor. Understood?"
Balin nodded, excited. This showed the king's trust: "Thank you, my king. I won't disappoint your expectations."
Then I took the spear Pellionore had gifted me, which I always kept hidden in my office. I opened the sack on my desk and placed Pellionore's head on the spear and gave it to Ranulf.
"Place this at the entrance of the city and send a message to all the kings of Britannia: any king who attacks me will meet the same fate as Pellionore. Lystenoys now belongs to Orkney."
Ranulf stood at attention: "As you command, my king."
Ranulf left the room and, without hiding it, paraded Pellionore's head on the spear through the palace. Finally, it was placed in front of the city walls. This was meant to send a message.
It might have seemed simple, but the others won't fall this easily. Pellionore underestimated me, but I had been preparing for almost six months. If the assassination had failed, it would've been a disaster.
Then I locked the door to my office, shut the windows, and looked for a good place to sleep. I don't want to see Morgan anymore.
As I drifted into sleep, I found myself in a dark place. A woman stood in front of me.
"Ah, damn it." Suddenly, a spear came flying toward me.
(I know the relationship between Morgan and Lott is toxic, but I need some time.)