Niporia

The same night as Vincent recruits four knights to smooth out his plans. In a bar located on the edge of the capital, which is a bit quiet, three men are drinking late at night. 

The three people talked about the young king who had recently gained a lot of attention because of his changes.

"Fuck! He is different from the rumors!" A man who had red hair was as bright as embers, talking while playing with the empty glass in his hand. 

"That's right! What is nerdy and too meek? Tsk! Isn't he even terrible with that great swordsmanship?" The other man followed somewhat irritably. The look in his eyes was already out of focus, he was drunk. 

"He... our new king is so cool,you know!" The third man, who had dull blonde hair, said with a hiccup. He raised the beer glass in his hand high, and then downed the beer liquid inside. 

The three men nodded their heads. They could imagine Vincent's actions at the opening ceremony of the knight festival. Where is it possible that the person who said could not be sworded, instead jumped off the twelve-meter-high balcony and slashed the training target very very neatly?

"The rumors are a lie!" The red-haired man went out just now pounding the table. "Lest during this time he deliberately hides?" 

The question arouses curiosity, and represents a question that also rises in people's minds. 

Has King Vincent deliberately concealed his strength all along? Why did the king suddenly change drastically?

Alas, no one can answer it, except for time, which I don't know when King Vincent will reveal all his greatness and bring people to their knees. 

They will later witness a big change!

***

the next day. Far away from the somewhat dilapidated suburban bar, in the palace of the Dragonhart Kingdom, the king is sitting in his study, reading documents containing important information. 

The very cool morning air made Vincent excited. Now there is no longer the typical urban pollution smoke as in his past life as James. 

[This kind of fresh air is definitely what is most needed to be clear-headed.]

Vincent took a deep breath and got to work. 

Now, in his hand he is holding a report on the activities of a neighboring country, an empire directly adjacent to Dragonhart's fiefdom. The kingdom was called Niporia. 

"Interesting," Vincent murmured, one corner of his lips raised to form a small smile.

Before long he read the documents. Because as king, Vincent had to attend regular meetings with nobles and ministers, to discuss various kinds of issues about the kingdom. And the time is now.

Vincent got up from his seat, tidied up the slight wrinkles on his clothes, then walked to the outside of the room followed by Clark. 

His calm and authoritative steps made Vincent respected. Moreover, recently rumors that in fact the king is a swordsman have begun to spread in the capital. All thanks to Vincent's amazing stunt some time ago. However, many also did not believe the rumors, until later they saw for themselves what the real greatness of the king was like, who still wanted Vincent to hide from his enemies.

Now Vincent entered the room, followed by Clark who was always nearby like his shadow. The nobles who had already been there first immediately stood up to salute. 

"Greetings to the light of the imperial sun, King Vincent Dragonhart!" They greeted each other in unison. 

Vincent also sat down in his seat, followed by the other nobles. The meeting begins. Their faces looked very serious when discussing the future of the kingdom. 

Vincent quietly watched the faces of the nobles present at the meeting this time. He didn't find his uncle, Grand Duke Henry, who was usually domineering. 

[Hmph, could it be that he is busy? Or upset because of what I've been doing lately?] 

The young king guessed. However, he didn't care much about Henry. At this time there is another problem that grabs his attention even more, that is, the problem with their neighbor, the Kingdom of Niporia. At this time, the report on the case that occurred at the border is being read out, and Vincent listened to it well. He put his hands together on the table and piled his chin, seriously listening and thinking about the problem.

"It has been confirmed that they are building a temple for the worship of gods in the border area. However, Niporia encroached on the predetermined territory and provoked the anger of the surrounding residents." 

The small swearing of the nobles immediately sounded, filling Vincent's indeed sensitive ears. The king tacitly agreed with the annoyance of his followers, this kind of offense can have long-term effects that cannot be underestimated for a country. 

"Those savages really don't know rules!" hissed a nobleman who secretly gritted his teeth. 

"Do they look down on us?" Other nobles even thumped the table with his fists. 

"That's right. This thing is equivalent to an insult to the Dragonhart Kingdom!"

[That's right. I can't allow anything like this.] Vincent looked calm, but inside, he began to draw up plans in case Dragonhart and Niporia clashed.

Vincent realized that the situation was getting hotter and hotter. He raised his hand and signaled the people to calm down. Afterwards, he looked at the reporter with his golden eyes that looked sharp and intimidating. But the sharp gaze was only momentary, he again looked calm and gentle like the usual Vincent.

The nobles fell silent when they noticed Vincent's gaze. They realized that this king had really changed. 

"What's the latest situation at the border? What are the guards doing?" the king asked. 

"We plan to send envoys to warn them of this brazen act, my king. We will listen to your decision. The people are becoming anxious about this."

"My Royal Highness, this thing absolutely cannot be allowed."

"Forgive my words, but there is no time for mercy, my Majesty's King." 

Of course, Vincent can more or less already imagine the situation there. He believes that there will be an inevitable uproar. 

The king nodded, understanding what these important nobles were trying to convey. Of course they were worried. Because the old Vincent would avoid conflicts and choose the most peaceful way to solve their problems. 

"I'll consider the suggestions of all of you." Vincent raised his palm in gesture. He appreciated the nobles who dared to open their voices and make proposals. 

The meeting ended and Vincent returned to his room followed by Clark. He couldn't help thinking about Niporia.

Vincent tries to unearth his memories, memories of when he was still alive in modern times as James. He once read something about Niporia while exploring the ruins of Dragonhart's kingdom in his past. 

Something made Vincent click his tongue. He didn't expect this to come just now, when he was just beginning to build strength. 

[I have to prepare.] 

With his serious face, King Vincent walked down the magnificent royal aisles. His hurried footsteps left echoes as his shoes collided with the stone floor.