Diederik's face was already livid. Now, looking at the soft piece of meat, he felt like he had a place to vent.
He took out his belt and smiled ferociously.
"Snap!"
A few minutes later, Diederik wore back his belt, which had turned bloody, and had a relaxed expression on his face. Vaguely, in the background, a few guards could be seen pulling a bloodied corpse out of the mansion.
Diederik's mind was much clearer now. He fell into deep thought, thinking of countermeasures.
He already realized that he did not have a chance to retain his kingdom. This realization brought him great sadness, but he was rational. 'A kingdom could be built again, but life is more important.' He was no longer the Dutch army officer with low self-esteem and little ability. His few months of running a kingdom had taught him a lot, and he was no longer satisfied with being a nobody in the Dutch army.