After Myrul passed out, the crowd immediately bowed to Eugene, their demeanor shifting dramatically. It was as if they had been acting all along.
"Queen, please allow us to take him. We'll carry him to the hut," one of the villagers said respectfully.
Fyr, who had been acting as a mere magician earlier, now stood by Eugene's side, revealing himself to be her servant. "You really knocked him out badly, Queen. But I have to admit, he's a tricky one. He actually managed to land a hit on you," Fyr remarked, clearly impressed.
Eugene smirked, her eyes lingering on Myrul's unconscious form. "Give him to my servants. Take him to my hut and make sure he sleeps properly. I'm... quite interested in him," she said, her tone carrying a hint of curiosity.
Her servants nodded obediently and carefully carried Myrul to the hut, laying him down on the bed.
"Do you really want to take him as your husband, Queen?" Fyr asked, his curiosity piqued. "After all this time, you've never shown interest in anyone. Even when leaders from other rebellion groups approached you, you rejected them."
Eugene smiled faintly, her gaze distant. "Yeah... yeah, don't worry about him. I don't need someone strong. We're already strong enough. Just proceed with his coronation as the leader of this rebellion group. If he declines... force him to do it," she said, her tone firm but calm.
Fyr raised an eyebrow, still unsure about her decision. "But why him? There are so many other men who are stronger and could lead us against the government. What makes him special?"
Eugene gave a subtle hand signal, hinting for Fyr to keep up the act. Without further explanation, she turned and walked away, heading back to her hut.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the cracks in the hut, signaling the start of a new day. Myrul woke up feeling sore all over, his body aching from the previous night's fight.
As a healthy man, his first instinct was to check if his "asset" was still intact. "Hello, my treasure. Today's another good day, right?" he muttered, trying to stretch but feeling like something was blocking his movement.
He turned his head to the side and froze. There, lying next to him, was Eugene—completely naked. Myrul's eyes widened in shock. "F—ck, is that Mount Everest? It's so big!" he thought, his mind racing.
Panicking, he realized he needed to get out of there before she woke up. "I need to run away before she notices!"
Myrul tried to move Eugene's arm off his body, but it was no use—she was holding him so tightly that even her "Mount Everest" was pressing against his right hand, trapping it between them.
"Oh, book, why did you give me a partner this strong, you damn bitch?" Myrul thought, his mind racing with panic. "I'm proud of you, my son, for staying with me through all this," he muttered to himself, referring to his "bird."
"I need to wake her up, or I'll die crushed like this," he decided, gently trying to rouse her.
"Psst... psst... psstt... Eugene, wake up. It's morning," he whispered.
Eugene's eyes snapped open as if she had been resurrected from the dead. She looked at him, her soul seemingly delayed in re-entering her body, before breaking into a creepy smile.
"Damn, what's wrong with her today? Is she still angry about last night?" He thought, growing more nervous by the second.
Slowly, he managed to shift her arm and sit up. Eugene mimicked his movements, sitting up as well. As a responsible man, Myrul decided to address the elephant in the room.
"Why are we both naked? Did I... do something to you last night?" he asked cautiously.
Eugene shook her head.
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. I'm still a virgin! Hahahahaha!"
"Just for today," Eugene said with a wink, quickly putting on her clothes and heading out of the hut. Myrul scrambled to get dressed and followed her, still trying to process what had just happened.
As soon as he stepped outside, two women grabbed him and led him to a makeshift stage. Myrul, still confused, went along with it, unsure of what was going on.
That morning, in front of the entire village, Myrul was crowned The King of Rebellion.
Now, seated on a throne with all eyes on him. In his right hand, the mysterious book appeared, glowing faintly—visible only to him.
"Wait... wait... wait... what just happened? Why am I suddenly in a trance, and now I'm the king?!"
"You better explain, book, or I'll burn you to ashes!" Myrul growled, frustrated at how the story had skipped over crucial details. "I didn't even get a chance to breathe fresh air—this is skipping the climax entirely!"
The book opened on its own, and words began to appear on the pages:
"I knew you would try to run, so I skipped the story and made sure you couldn't escape like you did before."
"Naaahhhhh!" He shouted, throwing the book to the ground and stomping on it. "You better behave, you damn book!"
As he vented his frustration, time suddenly resumed its normal flow. The villagers were waiting eagerly for their new king's first words. Although some were unhappy with the decision, they had to respect their queen's choice.
He looked around, trying to figure out what to say. After a moment of hesitation, he began speaking:
"To all my beloved people, today I will step down from this throne and retire early. This responsibility is too heavy for me to bear."
The crowd gasped in shock. No one had ever retired from being king so quickly. Eugene, however, smiled as if she had expected this all along.
She walked up to him and whispered, "A king can only retire from the throne when he dies or is killed. It looks like your life will end here."
She drew her weapon and placed it against Myrul's neck.
He looked at the blade, his fear evident.
"Ha ha ha ha! I'm just joking, guys!"
Eugene lowering her weapon.
Myrul, still shaken but trying to regain his composure, cleared his throat and addressed the crowd again:
"For now, I will do something you've never seen before. Just trust me to hold this title. We will fight against all the kingdoms. Every continent will fall by my hand . Huraaaa!"
The entire village fell silent, their faces frozen in shock. The atmosphere grew tense as someone stepped forward and handed Myrul a document—a treaty.
Myrul took the paper and began reading it. His eyes widened as he realized the gravity of the situation. The treaty, which had originally been about taking over only the Demon Continent (Huerd) , had been altered. Now, it stated that they must conquer all five continents .
"Fuuuuuckkk??"