I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

One by one, the magic lamps lit up, their warm yellow light spreading from the end of the corridor to both sides, illuminating the entire passageway.

The tumors on the walls had disappeared, the dark liquid no longer seeped from the ceiling, and the writhing fragments on the floor had turned to ash.

The bright red warning lights that had been turned on throughout the palace belatedly lit up, their red and warm yellow light intertwining to cast dancing shadows on the walls.

Sonia blinked, then blinked again.

"Is that all?"

Ji Tian sheathed the holy sword, shook his head slightly, and said, "This matter is far from over, but don't worry, I have already found them by following the source of the power."

Tyrol's gaze shifted from Ji Tian's face to the fading tumors on the corridor wall.

The tumor had shriveled into a grayish-white, dry patch, with the gills and eyes still faintly visible in the center. A faint smell of burning mixed with the fishy odor filled the air.

Judging from its appearance... it seems to be a fish with various human organs.

"Phew~ It was a false alarm. I thought these were all people cursed into monsters."

Also, what does it mean to say "I have taken over the capital"?

Tyrol chewed over and over the sentence in her mind, and the more she thought about it, the more something seemed off.

A hero, at a royal banquet, declared in front of the princess, "I have taken over this capital."

What is this? A declaration of usurpation?

She subconsciously took half a step back, glancing at Sonia out of the corner of her eye.

The little princess was brushing the dust off her skirt, her face expressionless, seemingly not taking the words she had just spoken to heart at all.

Tyrol then looked at Ji Tian.

Under the light, the hero's profile was clearly defined. His white robe was stained with dust, and the cuffs were torn open by the aftershocks of his sword strike, revealing a section of his well-defined forearm.

If he were to usurp the throne, his own father would probably not be punished, right?

She began to seriously consider this question.

Her father is the prime minister, and theoretically, he has done quite a few unethical things.

The enclosure law was enacted, the nobles of William's lineage were suppressed, and Uncle Jules, who was said to have committed a serious crime, was released... These were just the things she knew; she had no idea how much more she didn't know.

If Ji Tian really wants to seize the throne, what will happen to the powerful ministers of the old dynasty after the new dynasty is established?

Am I supposed to sacrifice my looks and feed myself to a tiger?

She glanced at Ji Tian secretly.

The light fell on the other person, making their white clothes look exceptionally clean.

He had handsome features and a calm demeanor, completely different from the noblemen he had seen before.

It seems... it's not impossible.

Suddenly, Ji Tian felt a chill and his whole body stiffened slightly.

I haven't felt this way in a long time.

His gaze swept across the entire corridor in an instant, and his divine sense spread out like a tide, covering an area of ​​dozens of feet in radius.

Apart from them, the only things in the corridor were the remnants of the fading tumor. From the direction of the banquet hall came the sounds of hurried footsteps and conversations, and the mobilization of the royal guards could be heard throughout the palace.

There are no enemies.

"It seems the enemy is quite skilled; they've even managed to make me feel uneasy."

……

The main hall of the royal palace.

The old king hovered above the throne, his phantom trembling violently.

"Damn it! What have you been doing behind my back?!"

The eyes and mouths in the cracks on his limbs were open at the same time, emitting chaotic hisses.

The mouth on his right arm was stretched to its widest point, revealing two rows of fine teeth, and laughter squeezed out from between them.

"Of course, it's to help you eliminate all those useless constraints! You're almost a god, why would you still care about your own kingdom? Aren't you satisfied with sitting on that wretched king's throne for decades? You don't really think those nobles, those churches, those commoners have anything to do with you, do you?"

The eye on his left leg slowly opened, its pupil reflecting the firelight inside the hall.

"Things have escalated, and powerful figures from the church are on their way. Do you think you can keep this from them?"

The ear on his right shoulder twitched, and he lazily added a sentence.

"That's right, join us! Nine consciousnesses sharing one body won't make it crowded with one more."

The old king gritted his teeth, his phantom image shifting repeatedly between dark purple and dark gray.

"Don't even think about it!"

As the two sides confronted each other, the sound of the palace door being pushed open came from behind.

Victor walked into the main hall with a composed gait.

He was wearing a dark blue tuxedo, his blond hair was neatly combed, and he wore the perfect smile he had honed in various situations.

"Father."

"Damn it, did they even copy Viktor's phantom image?"

The old king's phantom made a direct move, his dark hand crossing space to grab Victor. Surprisingly, his hand involuntarily stopped in front of the opponent, unable to advance an inch.

The contract stopped Him!

The king, who has gradually merged with the nine evil gods, is also bound by the contract and cannot eliminate those with royal blood in any way.

In other words, the person in front of you is most likely real.

His gaze swept across Viktor's face, from his forehead to his chin, from his eyebrows to the corners of his mouth, as carefully as if he were seeing his son for the first time.

……

Royal Palace Banquet Hall.

The moment the magic lamps regained their light, the nobles in the banquet hall almost simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

Vice Dean Theodore stood in the center of the protective barrier. After confirming that the darkness had completely dissipated, he raised his hand and cast a medium-sized Holy Light spell.

Pale golden light streamed down from the dome, enveloping the entire banquet hall.

Bathed in holy light, the nobles gradually calmed down.

Some people began to whisper among themselves, while others cast grateful glances at Theodore.

Holy light swept across every corner of the banquet hall, and the light suddenly became unusual near the royal seats.

Then, Viktor's figure slid off his seat.

He fell onto the deep red velvet carpet, his body twitching slightly, his face contorted, displaced, and reformed in the holy light.

Her blonde hair faded in the light and shadow, and the silhouette beneath her dark blue dress peeled away layer by layer like a paper painting soaked in water.

Theodore's pupils contracted sharply.

The light of the Holy Light spell suddenly went out in his palm, and he strode toward the royal seats, crouching down beside Viktor.

I reached out and felt the other person's neck; there was no pulse.

Victor died, in the same way as Prince George.

……

The old king's phantom trembled violently, and dark purple light patterns flickered erratically.

"You...you're really Victor?!"

"Indeed, Father." Victor smiled and nodded. "You've sat on the throne for too long. The consciousnesses of nine evil gods are vying for control within you. Your awakening has been postponed again and again, and your body is deteriorating. Yet you refuse to let go completely."

He took a step forward.

"Do you want to know why? Because you can't bear to part with it. You can't bear to part with that throne, you can't bear to part with that title, you can't bear to part with the way those nobles look at you when they bow to you. Even though you're almost a god, you still see yourself as the king sitting on that throne."

The eyes and mouths attached to him also fell silent, as if they wanted to break away from him and welcome Viktor, forcing him to make a choice.

The question is whether to relinquish some autonomy and merge directly with them, or to continue the tug-of-war with the offspring who are restricted by the [contract] and unable to attack, until they completely break away and all previous efforts are in vain.

Viktor had reached the middle of the steps, only a few steps away from the phantom.

"Father, entrust your body to me. You are tired and need to rest."

After a brief silence, the old king finally accepted the fact that he had been betrayed by his most trusted eldest son. Instead of being angry, he smiled and exclaimed in admiration:

"As expected of my son, you've actually accomplished this. I'm so proud of you, Viktor!"

The tone was filled with genuine praise, as if complimenting a child who had finally learned to walk.

The phantom then straightened up again, its dark purple eyes looking down at Victor.

"But you don't actually think... sitting on this throne is a good thing, do you?"