Became the Emperor in the Hero Game

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“Hmm. Is the capital still far away?”

“It will arrive soon. Please wait a moment, my lord.”

The envoys of the Arhan Empire.

Duke Pale, who stood at the forefront, gave a long yawn and said to his lieutenant.

“I liked it until I came in. Even the funniest guys are coming.”

“I wasn’t having much fun.”

The adjutant, who had to deal with many strong people including the masters on behalf of the duke, said with a tired face.

“That is all cultivation. If you don’t do that, your skills will rust.”

“That is true.”

“And you, you were broken by that Baekjonji or something. Aren’t you training these days?”

“…How do I beat the black swan.”

Even though he may not be the strongest at the time, if you were to pick the five strongest masters on the continent, the adjutant replied with a grin as he looked like a duke who had been teasing him for several days that he had been defeated by the black swan who always occupied one spot.

“By the way, have you thought of the things you will question if you meet the King of Daman?”

“Well, that’s it, can’t we just go ahead and tell them to hand over the Gior guys?”

Haaa…

Heaving a long sigh, the adjutant continued, lamenting the premonition that his duties would increase.

“To be honest, I didn’t even expect it. However, I am very glad that I can do it that way this time.”

When the representative of the envoys met the king of a country, he did not follow the proper etiquette and started with the main topic.

It was an rudeness that wouldn’t be strange if it led to a war, but it didn’t matter much now.

Because it is the Daman Kingdom that committed the crazy act of accepting traitors to the empire and granting titles to them in the first place, I can’t point out that much.

“Ah, I see the gate over there.”

“Oh, finally the capital.”

From a distance, the capital of Daman and the gates of the wall surrounding it came into view.

As the 200 envoys approached the castle gate, the guards in charge of the inspection could see that they were very nervous.

“Jung, stop! Identity and purpose… !”

“Hanna.”

“Yes, my lord.”

At the duke’s call, the lieutenant called Han immediately drew his sword and injected an aura.

“…!”

Han, who placed a sword full of auras at the end of the guard’s neck, spoke in a low voice, growling as if the appearance of chatting with the duke a moment ago had been a lie.

“We are envoys of the Arhan Empire. I have only come to ask for the king’s sins on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor, so get out of the way.”

“…!”

An act of an envoy thrusting a knife under the neck of a guard of the opposing country and threatening to get out of the way.

Abusive language that calls the king of a foreign country without honorifics and openly says that he will hold him accountable.

In a normal case, it would have been ridiculously rude.

Han Eun and the Pale family.

However, the kingdom was very displeased.

The duke, the representative of the envoys, was busy saying that he was doing well, instead of stopping his adjutant.

No one tried to stop or alleviate this situation, with other personnel cheering for Han or glaring at Daman’s guards as if to kill them.

The guard, contemplating a knife under his throat, retreated as if running away, saying he would call the person in charge.

“I am me too, but you are also you… “

“I got it.”

After a while, a knight and a nobleman who seemed to be in charge came running and greeted the envoys.

“Welcome to Arhan’s envoys. My name is Chadra, the head of the Metropolitan Guard.”

“It is called a pron epide. I have received orders from His Majesty to bring you all.”

“It’s Lone Fail.”

“One fail.”

At the insincere introduction, the captain of the guard lowered his head and wrinkled his expression, but the aristocrat called Fron did not change his expression.

“Okay, I’ll see you.”

The duke and his lieutenant, who looked like they were guiding the envoys like dolls without any emotional change, felt reluctant, but they followed him, considering it not an important matter.

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“Your Highness is waiting in the audience room.”

The duke and envoys entered the palace directly guided by the two.

‘Now go, just interrogate the king, and hear some excuses. After saying I understand, I can step back and decide what to do with Han.’

The duke’s expression changed after he entered the audience room.

“I heard that there is only one Master.”

When the duke entered the audience room, he saw the King of Daman sitting on the throne.

A man standing behind him, covering his face with a jewel-encrusted mask.

A Platinum knight who was given an impression from the Ministry of Information.

The master of the red greatsword and the silver-haired wizard are presumably the ones who fought Giel.

The eldest son of the former Marquis Gior, Ser Gior, and even the Master Hana who guards his side.

“Yeah, just three masters. It seems there are also mages. You prepared a lot.”

As soon as the duke finished speaking, all the envoys pulled out their swords.

“It is pointless to pull out a sword in the audience room.”

The king of Daman, who was watching that scene, pointed out the rudeness of the envoys while sitting on the throne.

In a way, it would be an ideal figure for a king of a country, but I felt a deep sense of heterogeneity because it was the opposite of the king’s image that Duke Pale had seen before, and that he had repeatedly heard of.

“Listen to the envoys of the Arhan Empire. You guys… “

Weee!

Just when the king opened his mouth again, the sword was in Duke Pale’s hand, and the king’s neck fell to the ground.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have a hobby of listening to dolls.”

“Oops. The lines I prepared so far have become useless.”

Then the masked man took a step forward and opened his mouth.

“Arhan’s watchdog. You did much better than I expected. Just beheading the king in the capital of the kingdom, in the palace. It is indeed Arhan, and indeed it is the Empire.”

“Who are you?”

“Didn’t your master tell you? I am Lordaeron Edelwein. He is the king of Edelwein.”

Only then did the duke remember about the enemies of the empire he had heard from the emperor.

Lute and Gior.

The darkness that led to the unprecedented situation of the rebellion of the two princes.

A survivor of a kingdom destroyed by the Empire three hundred years ago.

“If you’re lucky enough to survive, you’ll live quietly. You don’t know the subject and dare to touch the empire.”

Of course, the background of the masked man was not a very important issue for the duke.

The important thing is that he is an enemy of the Empire.

“Die.”

The duke, who decided that there was no need to talk anymore, rushed to Lordaeron, and at the same time, Lordaeron’s masters rushed towards the envoys.

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“Gongja Ser. Are you a survivor of the ruined country that clings to you while revealing your teeth to His Majesty the Emperor and running away? Gyor’s face is also not true.”

“Shut up, Han Pale.”

“But you seem to know that you are ashamed. That’s fortunate.”

A Pale sarcastically competed with Ser’s escort knight, Hosil, with a sword.

“By the way, Silkyung Ho. Did you have a lot of skills? The last time I saw him, I remember him as an expert.”

“A lot of time has passed.”

However, the audience room in the royal palace quickly became a mess.

The inside of the luxurious and splendid royal palace of the battle between the man in the mask, Lordaeron’s masters and the Pale family’s swordsman couldn’t hold out at all, and the walls and ornaments were being destroyed in real time.

‘Damn it, I need to finish it quickly and go help.’

Contrary to his laid-back appearance, Han Pale was in a very nervous state.

In the case of the master in front of me, Ho Shil, he didn’t think he would be defeated because he wasn’t at a much different level from the two masters he had already defeated during his journey to Daman, but the problem was the other swordsmen in his family.

He couldn’t help but worry because there was no one to stop the remaining two masters, especially the man with the red greatsword.

‘The lord… ‘

Duke of Pale is fighting Lordaeron and other places.

I don’t think the patriarch would be defeated by a guy like that, but he also believes in it, so he must have faced the patriarch himself.

To hold out until the family lord returns, he must defeat the room in front of him as quickly as possible and take over the man with the red greatsword himself.

The problem is, the man in front of me doesn’t know that either.

‘Damn it… !’

A room that uses only defensive swordsmanship as if it would never fall easily.

I had no choice but to continue the confrontation because the opponent in front of me could be easily defeated, but I couldn’t ignore it and turn my back.

‘We have to throw the odds.’

Tak.

Han, who stepped back greatly, infused his sword with an aura.

The aura that had been floating in blue gradually became darker before I knew it,

At some point, it went beyond navy blue and took on a shape close to black.

As the aura, which had been compressed several times, shook with the momentum to rip everything it touched without being refined, the room also hurriedly raised its aura.

“What is this… !”

One fail.

My second name is Geomrang.

The Wolf of the Pale family revealed its claws.