The Chronicles of the Man Who Became a God and Did Whatever He Wanted - Chapter 37

“It seems things are progressing smoothly.”

“Yes.”

A month had passed since then. Shirley survived for a week after that, but her mind never healed. She quietly passed away with Tyran watching over her. Tyran was thankful that she was allowed to rest in peace with her body still beautiful.

From the moment Shirley departed this world, Tyran poured all his energy into vengeance.

Thanks to Tyran’s efforts, the trust in the Walsh Church has now reached rock bottom. Having gained power, Tyran used it without restriction to capture the hearts of the people and exposed the numerous vile actions of the Walsh Church, revealing that the one true god Walsh was created for the sole purpose of gathering money.

As a result, the entire country has now fallen into an anti-Walsh Church frenzy. However, the king, a fanatic believer, continues to protect the Walsh Church and has arrested citizens who started riots, executing them without question. This only fueled the anger of the people, turning everyone against him.

“So, when are we attacking?”

“As soon as the troops are organized, we’ll march on the capital.”

This is the revolutionary army’s base camp. The preparations for the decisive battle are underway here.

As the time for the final assault approached, Tyran joyfully gripped the hilt of his sword, his smile twisted with madness.

“Don’t worry, you won’t have to get your hands dirty with bl00d. You’ll reach the king without issue. As for the Walsh Church…”

“……Understood.”

The trap has already been prepared. I had Lilia take a month to set it up. The castle will fall within a day.

“Master, I apologize for the interruption.”

“What’s the matter, Crie?”

Crie, who entered the tent with Celine in tow, had a somewhat confused expression on their face. Behind them, Celine was clearly aroused… Crie, are you still leaving that vibrator inside her again?

“U-um… The messenger from the Saints Duke family has come…”

The Saints Duke family? Never heard of them… Well, they’re probably just nobles trying to back the winning side, offering financial aid to secure a position in the new regime. The truth is, the rebel forces are stronger than the king’s side at this point.

But something seemed off about Crie. Just as I was about to ask what happened, a loud voice echoed from outside the tent.

“How disgraceful to keep an envoy waiting! You really are the leader of the commoners!”

That voice, with its all-too-familiar, irksome tone… I can’t believe I’m hearing it here…

“Um… Light-kun came as an envoy…”

Sigh… I’d rather send them away, but it seems like I’ll have to meet them…

“Tyran, take care of it…”

“Understood.”

Since it’s Tyran, he probably won’t get so angry as to kill anyone, but an envoy from the kingdom, huh… I wonder what kind of demands they’ll make.

I used magic to allow Crie to see as well, and then decided to have Celine act as a chair so I could take a look while comfortable.

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“I am Tyran, the leader of the revolutionaries.”

“I am the third son of the Saints Duke family, Laitorus Saints. I’ve come as my father’s representative.”

Laitorus sat across from Tyran, arrogantly crossing his legs and grinning with a filthy smile. His ornate armor was more splendid than when I saw him in the beginner’s town, but it looked like it didn’t quite fit him. Honestly, it was so out of place it was laughable. The two subordinates behind him seemed decently strong, but they wouldn’t be able to match Tyran.

The meeting began in the conference tent, but Laitorus’ attitude was way too arrogant. How is an envoy supposed to act like that… By the way, was he really the third son?

“Go ahead, state your demands.”

“I don’t want to stay in this stinking place full of commoners any longer, so I’ll make this quick. The rebel army must serve under the Saints family.”

The subordinate opened the box he was holding, revealing it was full of gold ingots.

Pfft!! So that’s the plan… The Saints family really is a bunch of airheads. But now I get their aim—basically, they want to lead the rebel army, defeat the royal army, and crown themselves as the new royal family. Ambitious, but stupid as hell.

Laitorus, and his family, are basically aristocracy supremacists… They really believe that commoners can’t defy nobles.

But Laitorus is really provoking us in the middle of enemy territory. Is it because he thinks commoners can’t stand up to nobles?

“Oh, and I know about you. Tyran, the weakling who begged his sister, the Saintess, to get him into the Royal Guard. It’s more honorable for someone like you to join the Saints family, who have history and countless military achievements, rather than being a leader. Nobles lead the commoners, so hurry up and obey.”

“You bastard!”

“Stop.”

Tyran stopped his subordinate from attacking, who had been enraged by the insult. The subordinate quietly backed down, and this scene made Laitorus think he was in a more favorable position… But it seems he doesn’t realize Tyran has already drawn his sword.

“Alright, let’s hear your response. It’s definitely YES, isn’t it? Or will you bow down? The answer is already…”

“I refuse.”

“Huh?

At the same time that Laitorus let out his foolish voice, the table and his armor were split in two. His sword, which had been at his waist, was also slashed off the belt and fell to the ground.

“H-hiii!?”

Laitorus let out a pathetic scream and collapsed to the ground, looking utterly disgraceful. His attendants were being threatened with swords by the subordinates and quietly surrendered. Laitorus, you should have known that charging into enemy territory would lead to this.

“I’ll accept the gold as a gesture of goodwill. I won’t oppose your territory, but I have no intention of serving under you!”

Tyran sheathed his sword. Well, Laitorus, I guess it’s good you didn’t become an enemy. Crie is relieved as well.

I don’t know how Laitorus will act… He might die, but it’s probably time to deal with it soon.

It’s about time I let out my frustration on him. I’ll order Tyran to capture Laitorus, and then we’ll lock him up in God’s Castle.

“Well then, Crie.”

“What is it, Master?”

“It’s time to impregnate you.”

“Eh? …Y-yes!♡”

Now then, I’m curious to see how Laitorus will react.

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