Combat Maid Harem

Lawrend left the royal room and went into the king's throne. Aezel followed behind him with a sly smile on her face.

Lawrend could guess what was on her mind, but he ignored her. They soon arrived in the throne room, and he sat on the throne.

It was covered in gold and various expensive ornaments. There was an open window located at the high ceiling, and it cast a waterfall of sunlight.

Lawrend sat on the throne. At that moment, everything seemed to dim down. He carried with him an aura of majesty and power.

He didn't waste his time at the ship. He was getting closer and closer to becoming an Earth Mage. Even if he didn't want to exert his powers, the world around him kneels.

"Master…"

Aezel half-kneeled as soon as she saw him sit down. Sitting on a royal throne made him more majestic and awe-inspiring. She couldn't help but feel her heart beat faster.

"Rise," Lawrend calmly said.

Aezel stood up obediently and looked at him straight. Her slyness earlier was gone as she prepared herself for his orders.

"Call the previous attendant and Verkoli."

"Yes, Master."

Aezel turned around and left gracefully.

"Sitting on this throne feels different…" Lawrend murmured to himself.

This throne was just a seat, but sitting on it made him feel as if the lives of every single living being in the Undrasil Kingdom were in his hand. It was a strange feeling, and Lawrend tried to understand what it was.

A few minutes later, he seemed to have realized something.

"Kings has sat on this throne for ten thousand years. Their royal majesty has been imprinted on it. It is not just a symbol of power. It is the power of this kingdom."

After ten thousand years, the Undrasil Kingdom had set a firm foundation on this land. Even if someone destroys this throne, the kingdom will always exist.

"If it weren't for me taking in Humility, they might have rallied against me," Lawrend muttered.

How many clans and great powers benefitted from the royal family in the past? How many of them were full of gratitude? It would be fair to say that their loyalty was firm and long-standing.

In the eyes of the citizens, it wasn't much different every time a new king was crowned. The only difference was having to avoid offending some new people. For most of the citizens, that was not that difficult.

But if someone usurps the throne, even if the city lord agreed, the citizens of that city would not necessarily feel the same. There would come a day when they would take revenge.

Lawrend took the throne by killing the king and the previous king. But he still had Humility, who willingly submitted herself to him. And that was enough for the citizens and the loyal clans supporting the royal family.

They didn't want to involve themselves in this inner power struggle. That was why no one interfered.

As Lawrend thoughts reached here, he became more impressed by Verkoli.

"Master, they are here," Aezel said through the door.

"Come in," Lawrend replied.

Aezel opened the door, and two people entered.

They were Verkoli and his attendant when he was still the king.

"Your Majesty."

Both Verkoli and his attendant half-kneeled on the red carpet.

"Rise."

The two of them promptly stood up.

"How did you do it?" Lawrend asked.

His eyes focused on Verkoli with full of curiosity.

"Are you talking about me spreading the news that the empire chased you to the ends of the world?" Verkoli replied with a slight smile on his face.

It was very obvious that he was proud of it.

"Not that. How did you manage to rule this kingdom?"

The moment he asked this question, Verkoli's face turned solemn. He took half a step back and stared at him in disbelief.

"How did you know that the clans suppressed me so fast?" Verkoli asked in disbelief.

"So I was right… What did you tell them?" Lawrend asked.

Meeting a Heaven Mage opened his eyes. At this point, nothing could shake Lawrend's emotions. The only challenge for him was improving his understanding of magic.

"The ministers were practically on my side after you disposed of the Minister of Justice. I settled on meeting each clan head one by one with the Minister of Agriculture's suggestion. I gave them slightly different information, and then I waited for intelligence from the empire's side. After that, it wasn't hard to tell which one of them was a traitor.

"I then told them your plan, which they agreed to. They were also the major contributors to spreading propaganda against the empire."

"Minister of Agriculture? Brilliant! What the hell is he doing as a minister of agriculture?" Lawrend exclaimed in amazement.

"He's really capable. I looked for him several times, and he helped me decide on a few matters," Verkoli replied.

"Aezel, call the Minister of Agriculture," Lawrend ordered.

Aezel swiftly left and came back with the Minister of Agriculture.

"Your Majesty?"

The minister half-kneeled respectfully.

"Rise."

Lawrend looked at this old man. There was fear in his eyes and respect.

"Do you know what you did?" Lawrend heavily asked.

"Pardon me for my blind eyes, but I don't know what I did wrong!"

The minister kneeled down again. This time, he started shivering in fear.

"You did very well. I want to start a new division, and it will be yours to command," Lawrend said.

His words confused the minister, and he raised his head in puzzlement.

"How did you come up with giving the clan heads slightly different information?" Lawrend asked.

"Ah! So it was that."

The minister's eyes cleared up, realizing what he was talking about.

"Tell me more about it," Lawrend said.

"I'm but a Minister of Agriculture. I have extensive knowledge of plants, and I'm a Plant High Mage myself. I was afraid that I would get killed as I doubted that all of the clans in the kingdom were very loyal.

"Thus, I gave that suggestion to Mr. Verkoli."