I Am No King's

Chapter 142 – Crocodile Mouth or Tiger Mouth

Back to the main problem.

　

"Right now, there are possibilities,"

　

I gave an explanation of some possible scenarios of this condition.

　

"First, the option of not imposing punishment on nobles who slaughtered commoners. The news spread is that there was a gas explosion or technical accident that killed the people. If this option is taken away, those traitors will think the royal family is incapable of anything. And, quite possibly, they do this again.

　

"Secondly, the option of imposing punishment on the noble families who slaughtered the commoners. If this choice was taken, it was likely that the families of the nobles involved would feel humiliated. This would lead them to form alliances and launch coups, which could result in civil war.

　

"Three, it was my option to impose the penalty. If this option is taken away, it cannot be denied, their hatred for me will be even greater. And, as Emir and Inanna explain, their attention will focus on me. Though, earlier, perhaps, they acted cautiously because the Emir still had a blood relationship with the King. However, if this option was taken away, they would not care anymore.

　

"The "third option also has a similar effect to the second option. Since the Emir is the royal family, and my appointment is Fahren's decree, then the nobility will declare it all to be the King's fault. And after that, they will try to coup Fahren, which results in civil war as well.

　

"Ah..severately,"

　

I feel there is less. Especially from the first option. After thinking about it for a while, I finally knew what I was lacking.

　

"Revisions, for the first option, if traitors think the King has no power, what prevents them from carrying out a coup? Even though we took the first option and I was able to stop their attacks continuously, the effect was the same. Since I was appointed by Fahren, they will blame Fahren. And, again, no matter which option is taken, civil war threatens."

　

After I thought about it, all those options were nothing good.

　

If it is traced, I wonder, the initial cause of all this is at what point? Was it when the Cleinhad Family suggested the children's supply method? Or when I slaughtered them? Yeah, it doesn't matter.

　

If you look at all the options available, the safe route is for me to clear all traitors, including children.

　

"Gin, I'm not letting you do the cleaning."

　

"Is Empress Rahayu aware that in the event of a coup, it is all your fault? If only losing the royal title was no problem. But what if the royal family is murdered, or made into sex slaves? Does that mean Empress Rahayu has no problem with this risk?"

　

"ENOUGH!" Fahren opened his mouth. "From now on I just heard you complaining just because you weren't allowed to do the cleaning. You're like a kid whose wish isn't granted, you know? Not everything will go the way you want it to. Accept facts!"

　

What happened to Fahren? His words are unclear. Has Fahren lost his mind? Rather than me, you should have said those words to yourself.

　

However, fine. I'll serve Fahren's remarks.

　

"If things go the way I want, I can't sit in this car right now talking to the incompetent King, who's throwing responsibility on someone else. Ah, wait a minute. If everything goes the way I want it to, maybe I've never been involved with the black market. And, I will never meet Emir and Inanna.

　

"Oh, or maybe, if things go the way I want, I have control and am not born into the Alhold family. So, yes, I've accepted the fact that a lot of things don't go the way I want. Rather than me, isn't it you, Fahren, who rejects the fact that life isn't going the way it wants?"

　

***

　

Not long after, we arrived home. Ever since I turned Fahren's words around, no one's spoken. They left after I took the arsenal from the trunk behind the cars.

　

"Emir, do you think your father is not strange?" I asked while opening the door.

　

"Honestly, I also felt that there was something strange about Dad. I feel, maybe, you're being pushed by something.."

　

"Yes, I think so too. On the other hand, there has been no communication from Arid at all. I'm so–"

　

Just as I opened the door, a smell of rancid. Not only the smell of rancid, a body part drenched in blood was seen in front of the shoe rack.

　

Ninlil immediately closed his mouth, holding the contents of an empty stomach. If he had eaten breakfast, he might have vomited by now. On the other hand, the other three women could take it quite calmly. They were slightly snapped, but there was no overreaction like Ninlil.

　

　

Without needing to order, I'm sure that right now Emir and Inanna are getting ready to take control of the lead and silicon scattered around every corner of the house.

　

I whispered, "Emir, Inanna, you're coming in through the window. I'll go in through the living room. Shinar, stay here and take care of Ninlil."

　

"Okay" they replied in a whisper.

　

I stepped slowly, making sure my feet didn't make a sound. Blood was drenched everywhere accompanied by cracked walls and some broken furniture. It's not just blood that can be found everywhere. Also seen some organs of the human body are scattered.

　

It seems that a fight has just happened. My guess is, either the agent I'm laying off or the Alhold family is at odds with the Agade members on guard. And, my guess is correct.

　

In the main room, in front of the television, there appeared a figure sitting. The figure sat holding both legs folded on the sofa. Her clothes were no longer shaped. Tear everywhere. Her hair that was painted dark green was now mixed with blood red. One feature that best explains this figure is its flattened chest.

　

"Yarmouti?"

　

"Gi, gin. a.. I....Al.... Alhold...."

　

Slowly, Yarmuti turned. Her green eyes were crying. He can't say anything well. Apparently, he was at war with the Alhold family.

　

Yarmuti got up from the sofa. Slowly, he walked towards me. Or don't. He can't do all that. Before standing, Yarmuti collapsed.

　

I moved quickly and caught Yarmuti before it hit the other side. When I looked carefully, his left ankle was bleeding, hollow. In addition, his right palm was full of holes.

　

"Sorry.kan...Lugalgins...I'm...."

　

"Shh. It's not your fault. It's not your fault."

　

I hugged Yarmuti tightly, stroking her hair slowly and gently.

　

Seriate

　

　

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