Chapter 330: This Fucking Pissed Me Off

Chapter 330: This Fucking Pissed Me Off

"Young Master."

"Hmm."

As I struggled to shake off the grogginess, I opened my eyes to a blinding, bright light.

"...Are you alright?"

A calm inquiry reached my ears as I squinted my eyes.

There was only one person who spoke in such a tone.

"Kania."

Smiling, I rose from the bed and spoke, prompting Kania to give a small smile and bow her head slightly.

"...For some reason, my lower half feels stiff."

"...!"

I muttered that to her as a joke, but Kania suddenly started shaking and quietly gauge my reactions.

Come to think of it, maybe it did feel a bit stiff?

"Hmm... How many days has it been since I lost consciousness?"

"Ahem... It has been three days since you lost consciousness, Young Master."

Giving her a suspicious look, I asked, and Kania replied with a cough.

"Oh, really? It hasn't been that long."

I thought I would be bedridden for at least a week due to maintaining my ultimate move for too long, but three days was not bad.

Aside from the slight stiffness in my lower half, I felt perfectly fine. It was as if I had just submerged in a tub full of life force.

"Heup."

"Young Master? Where are you going? Please rest a little longer."

"It's okay. There's no need to rest further when I'm fully recovered."

Quietly swinging my right arm and stepping outside, I responded to Kania's words before moving on.

"Young Master, by the way, your expression seems much more mellow after resting for three days."

"Huh?"

"Recently, you’ve been a little more... aggressive."

Aggressive? What was she talking about? I just changed my perspective a little.

Come to think of it, depending on the person, I might look more aggressive. Kania, being delicate, might perceive it that way.

"I, too, have been through a lot myself, but..."

"Well, now is the time for rational judgment."

And I decided to prioritize rational judgment from now on.

The Imperial Rebellion could be ended swiftly, but it's not so simple with a full-scale war with the Church.

"Is the coronation ceremony schedule coming along?"

"Yes, it's gradually coming together nicely."

"Oh."

I asked Kania, and she delivered the good news.

Clana would finally ascend to the throne. As someone who has watched her struggle for so long, it was truly heartening.

Even in the previous cycle, due to the ongoing war, there was no time for a coronation, and she remained a princess until the end.

For Clana, this coronation would truly be a meaningful day.

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"...However, at this rate, it may be postponed for a few months."

"What?"

"In fact, it could have been held within a few days, but issues continued to rise..."

Kania, scanning my pleased expression, conveyed this with a timid voice.

Issues? What kind of issues could there be? The affairs of the Imperial Family had been settled for a while now. Now just the peaceful coronation left, right?

“First of all... it seems that the Sun God has once again taken control of the Youngest Paladin, who are imprisoned in the imperial basement.”

"The Sun God did?"

"Secondly, there are complaints from some founding contributors that helped with the rebellion and even from the Clana faction about you, Young Master. Moreover, it's not just complaints, but some even take actions..."

"Seriously?"

"Thirdly, Ruby led the Hero Party and visited the palace. There are differing opinions on how to handle this.”

"..."

"Lastly, the Church has sent an envoy. They're inquiring about Young Master's destructive actions and allegations of heresy..."

- Crack...

"...Young Master?"

For a moment, I almost lost my rational judgment.

There were so many factors disrupting Clana's coronation. It has been her lifelong wish and one of my life goals to watch her ascend to the throne.

And so many things interfered with that coronation?

"...This pissed me off."

"Young Master? Where are you rushing off to?"

I immediately made a rational judgment and started to walk briskly, causing Kania to ask a question with a puzzled expression.

"To the basement."

"Yes?"

With a grin, I began to move my feet even faster.

"We need to handle all these issues."

"..."

"Kania?"

I began to envision rational and ideal solutions to the four problems, but suddenly Kania's face started to pale.

"Is... is this really calculated madness, Young Master?"

"What?"

"T-that's... no, never mind, Young Master."

"...?"

"Just do what you think is right."

Why was she suddenly saying that?

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"Sun God, what are your weaknesses?"

Entering the underground chamber of the palace with Kania, I cheerfully asked the question.

"M-my weaknesses?"

"Yes, please tell me where the Sun God's weaknesses lie."

"Ah, uh..."

At that moment, the Sun God, who had been hanging limp with her wrists bound to a scabbard embedded in the wall, began to blush furiously.

Why did she react like that again?

I was worried about what to do if the personality of the Youngest Paladin emerged, but thankfully, it didn't.

"H-how did you... summon me?"

"I beat your sister and made her faint."

"You crazy bastard."

What did she mean by crazy bastard? Did she look down on my rational judgment and the noble sacrifices of the Sun God?

Suddenly, I felt white-hot anger surged through my body.

- Slapp!!

"Gyah!"

- Crash...!

"Keukkk!!"

After delivering a powerful slap to her left cheek and kicking her stomach, I calmly took out a flask from my pocket as she lowered her head and began spewing dark energy.

"Spit it all out. Yes, that's it."

"Cough... Gah..."

"You're neither the wicked Demon God nor the noble goddess anymore. Right now, you’re just a dark mana dispenser that spits out dark mana when hit.”

Eventually, I picked up her chin and filled the flask.

“I will come back after resolving the issues and begin the interrogation. So, make sure you have your answers in mind in advance.”

"Ptoo."

"Ohh..."

When she spat at me with an arrogant gaze, I decided to make a rational judgment again.

"Just a mere human dares to– Gyaah!"

When a few drops of the white energy spewed by the Sun God were sprinkled on her shoulder, black smoke rose, and the Demon God began to tremble.

Since I'm directly targeting the evil soul, there shouldn't be any problems with the Youngest Paladin’s body.

"Kania, keep interrogating her until I return. And make sure to have some of that dark mana. It's practically an elixir for you."

"Yes, understood."

With the first problem resolved, I left the room with a bright smile.

“I’ll tear you to death. I’ll definitely tear you to shreds... ugh...”

"Do you think the Young Master is your friend?"

"You wretched bitch! How dare you touch my hair... Wait a moment..."

"Do you think I’m your friend?"

"Ugh..."

Judging from the sounds, it seemed like everything went well.

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On the top floor of the Imperial Palace, in the throne room...

"Your Highness! Please reconsider!"

"Do you really intend to bring a person like Frey into the palace?!"

“...”

Seated on the throne, Clana looked down at everyone with a blank expression as her attendants and the ministers raised their voices in protest.

"He's completely insane. You never know what he’ll do if he’s let into the imperial palace!”

"Are you planning to make him the Emperor Consort? That’s absolutely unacceptable!"

"Enough."

As Clana, looking down at them, spoke in a low voice, the voices of the protesting ministers gradually quieted down.

"Your Highness, may I offer some advice?"

In the sudden silence that followed, a visitor who had visited her quietly spoke up.

"After hunting, one should not discard the hunting dog, rather you should eat it."

With these words and a gentle smile, the speaker was none other than the Archbishop of the Church.

He was the third-highest-ranking member of the Church, following the Pope and the cardinals, and was the leader of the Church's executive as an elder.

"Ahem... We’re in the middle of discussion with her highness, the Princess."

"I understand it's urgent, but please step aside for now. We are in the midst of a meeting."

“How dare an outside force interfere in state affairs...”

At that sudden remark, all of the Princess's attendants turned their icy gazes towards the Archbishop.

"Your Highness, may I also speak?"

The person who had been quietly observing the situation stepped forward and spoke.

"Hafran, do you have advice for me as well?"

"No, it's more like a question."

He, the head of her attendants, looked sharply at her as he spoke.

"Can Your Highness control Frey?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling atmosphere settled in.

"L-Lord Hafran?"

"Why are you suddenly asking?"

"Oh, this person..."

Though the bewildered ministers tried to stop him, Hafran, unyielding, continued to look directly at Clana.

"To be honest, I'm not sure if you can control him. After all, it was Frey who caused unnecessary conflict with the Church. We still don't have the ability to engage in a full-scale war with the Church. So, him–"

"I never knew."

However, before he could finish his sentence, Clana interjected him with a cold expression.

“You are quite careless.”

"Your Highness."

Even so, Hafran persisted in his statement.

"Don't forget how you can sit on that throne."

When Clana heard those words, her eyes began to flash eerily.

“...”

The moment Hafran finished speaking and locked eyes with the Archbishop, a loud noise rang out.

- Boom!!!

"Why are you causing such a commotion?"

Someone forcefully pushed open the door to the throne room and entered.

"F-Frey..."

"Y-You... When did you wake up?"

“Didn’t they say it would take another week for him to wake up?”

Then, the faces of the ministers suddenly turned pale.

"This fucking pissed me off!"

Observing them, Frey, once again, began to make rational /genesisforsaken