The Kings Has Changed

The Kingdom of Niporia, is a country directly adjacent to the Dragonhart Kingdom.

The descendants of their king have characteristic red hair. This nation is known as a barbarian figure, a free nation and is very fond of power. 

Some of the gods they worshipped were Ryrher God, where they believed that power was everything.

Niporia is not an easy kingdom to deal with. This is because of the followers of God Ryrher, who attach great importance to fighting ability, both one-on-one duels, and the ability to fight. They have an amazing army. 

Having power seems to be an obligation in itself for them.

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Dragonhart is certainly not a weak empire. Therefore, the news of the offense committed by Niporia made the nobles and residents feel offended. 

It's as if they're not appreciated.

[I still have time to think about a good move next.]

Vincent scrambled as he looked out the window. Staring out of his room decorated with luxurious furnishings.

The gentle wind stroked the green leaves in the courtyard of the palace. The air is very good out there. Unfortunately, the expression on the king's face was not so good.

Vincent can already clearly remember all the information about Niporia. He had read about them before. In an ancient manuscript he found, it was not only mentioned about the construction of the temple that caused trouble and grievances. But it was also about the truce that King Vincent took as a decision. 

Based on what Vincent, or James, read, three years from now, there will be a truce between Dragonhart and Niporia. The ceasefire, however, will not last long. 

Vincent remembered that after that, the truce triggered a long war. A war that they seemed unable to escape. A war that was exhausting and draining of time and patience.

[Yes, that's right. But I still have time.] Vincent closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

[I have to work out a plan for this very carefully. Everything must be thought out calmly and carefully.]

Vincent's golden eyes looked up at the bright blue sky and were extremely beautiful. The clouds were drifting quietly on the edge of the horizon. Occasionally, those white lumps also covered the sunlight. Beautiful. It is a great day to take a walk because of the weather and the air temperature. 

Vincent thought, maybe it's okay to just get some air for a while. He stood up straight and turned to his loyal knight who was standing in a strategic position to protect him. 

"Let's go outside, Clark. I think I need to walk around for a while." Vincent's gaze fell on the leaves flying outside the window, and was carried away by the breezy wind. "It's possible, there will be interesting events over there later."

"Fine, Your Majesty the King," Clark replied shortly. He followed the master's footsteps outside the door. Completely unaware of the smile on the young king's face. 

***

"Apparently the neighboring kingdoms are starting to forget Dragonhart's power."

"Yes, of course. It's because our king is too meek."

"The tip of our sword is starting to become dull."

"But, hasn't our noble king changed? The rumors are true, right?"

"Yes, the performance of His Majesty King Vincent in the opening ceremony of the Knight Festival the other day was really amazing!" 

"He might have hidden his strength all along."

"But for what?" 

The whispers of the servants and palace staff sounded among their busy work on the magnificent building. The very low voice could be heard very clearly by the king they were talking about, Vincent Dragonhart. Similarly, behind the king, Clark quietly listened to their brief chatter silently. 

However, Vincent pretended not to listen to the words and comments of these people about him. It is useless to respond to such a thing. We can never control the public view completely. After all, the rumors spread about him are not too bad news. 

The servants and staff shut up immediately when they saw Vincent's figure stepping out of his room, and passed through the corridors of the palace. 

Vincent stepped his feet towards the training field, where the knights practiced their daily physical abilities. He walked casually, while enjoying the atmosphere of the palace, which although busy, but also seemed calm without any fuss. 

[I'm curious what Lily is doing now?] 

[Without that brazen Grand Duke here, the atmosphere is getting better. I don't know what else he was planning secretly.] 

Vincent admitted. Because he himself did not like the existence of his ambitious and manipulative uncle.

Vincent turned his mind again, he was distracted just now because he thought of Grand Duke Henry at a glance. Although there is a new problem in front of him at this time.

[I have to prevent this from becoming too big a fire just yet.] 

As a newly appointed king, there are too many things Vincent has to think about carefully. Plus he had to silence the power of his influential uncle. He didn't have time to relax. 

He remembered how great his efforts were when translating ancient manuscripts and finding out everything about Dragonhart, the ruins of the kingdom he found in the past life. 

"It's not going to be easy, but it's a nerve-wracking challenge," Vincent muttered.

His lips curled up, and formed a faint sneer. His chest was filled with grudges that could no longer explain his origin. Vincent must win and survive, must protect the people who are meaningful to him in life this time. He didn't want to end up like in his first life. And for that, he must have enough strength and influence.

Vincent was burned by this ambition and quickened his pace.

"We go to the training ground. I want to see how seriously our knights train," Vincent said quietly to Clark who followed silently behind him.

"As you wish, my king." 

Vincent intends to walk around for a while while observing the state of the palace. He wanted to take a short break from his duties as a king. The task was very tiring and thinking about the future also took up his time and thoughts. 

Vincent thought he could get some quiet time. But afterwards, the sound of their footsteps was instead drowned out by a commotion, where it came from the place where these two people were going.