Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

XIII

"Kill him or feed him to the Forest of Darkness monsters."

That tone.

"Haha..." Callen laughed, "Third Queen, what do you think you're doing?"

Her voice, as usual, irritates me. It's like the voice of a tone-deaf parrot trying to sing.

His memory contains one specific item.

A golden hair man and a swordsman.

[You're going to be fine, Baby.]

There goes the voice again.

[After all, a god can't be killed.]

Except for a god.

"You know what... It's better if you keep your head down before death comes calling."

The strength of monarchy lies not in the rights it guarantees, but in the people's willingness to assert them whenever they are ignored or violated. If all rights do is embellish and impress, they are nothing more than weapons on the wall. Rights, like weapons, must promise protection. When they are used by those who are not afraid to assert them, they become truly meaningful and fulfill the role assigned to them in a free society.

"You and that bastard third prince will have the worst death," Callen said.

He bit the masked man's hand and jumped off the highest wall.

He had no one to trust right now, and he knew he couldn't control the power that was currently building up inside him.

"After him!"

He expertly removed the ropes from him. His previous life as Kim Rok Soo aided this kind of thing. He may not be able to fight, but he is capable of defending himself. He fell to the ground with minor injuries after using the bushes beneath the wall as cushions. He looked up, assessed the situation, and dashed towards the most silent area. If it's silent, it means there are no monsters or beings after him. He can hear footsteps frantically following him.

The bottom of the wall held horror. The game of tag with hide and seek began. Callen didn't have time to clutch his head with both hands or scream in agony. Survival was the only thing that came to mind at that horrifying moment.

He can hear creaking sounds and see the faces of goblins and small monsters greeting him. Their appearance consisted of various colors and several horrifying features, such as intestines dangling from their face. Their eyes were either red or black. He stood motionless for a few seconds, each breath small and fragile, followed by small gasps.

He covered his mouth. Their eyes widened slightly, mostly in surprise, but there was a hint of fear on their faces as they looked at him.

They bowed their heads.

All of the survivors of the Forest of Darkness bowed to him.

"What?" he asked, his voice soft and muffled. He watched them make a way for him.

He took a deep breath and stepped into the dark soil.

"He's here!"

One of the goblins attacked the assassin. The rest of the creatures followed suit.

Callen realized how much power he possessed as a demigod. It's terrifying. It's omnipotent.

He stopped himself from curling up with a gasp of light. He could hear the sound of swords and feral growls filling the area. attacking each other.

He slammed his hand against his chest and ran deep into the night. The creatures he encountered all bowed and bowed to him. The creatures of darkness respected him and protected him as he ran for his life.