"I'm boreeeeed."
"Leon get your ass up!"
"Whyyyyy, it's not like there's anything to do."
*Smack*
Wow this bitch really just slapped me.
"What the hell!?"
"I said to get up you lazy piece of shit!"
"Is that anyway you should treat a king?"
"A KING!? You think you're a KING!?"
"Hey, the people say I'm their king, so that makes me one, they call me Leon, the oh so great king of Lucele!"
"YOU DON'T HAVE ANY QUALITIES OF ONE, WHAT MAKES YOU DESERVING OF THAT TITLE YOU SELFISH PRICK!"
"Qualities? Just look at where I'm sitting. A cool ass throne is a quality every king should have."
"…"
"I got a lot of money, who doesn't want a king who is wealthy huh?… Hey, why are you walking towards… hey sto-"
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"
"Ahh, ow, stop hitting m-."
"YOU BETTER START ACTING WITH INTEGRITY BEFORE MY FOOT IN YOUR ASS, TAKES OVER THE SPOT ON THAT STUPID THRONE OF YOURS!"
"AHHH STOP! STOP!"
"…"
"You suck Leon."
"Awww, you can't say that to me, that's so ruuude."
"SAY THAT ONE MORE TIME!"
"Fine, fine I'll stop."
"…"
"…"
"bitch."
"WHAT WAS THAT!?"
"AHHH AHHHH STOPPPP…"
***
Ahh finally she's gone, I really wish that woman acted more like how she looked, it's such a shame a barbarian was given such a nice body. I really need to get out of this place, all I do is paperwork now, and as a king I should be able to do whatever I want. But here I am stuck in this shitty room.
"CLYDE!"
(The giant doors at the end of the room opened and a short man with blue hair down to his shoulders entered the room)
"y-yes your highness!"
"I think I'm ready… Bring 'him' here!"
"W-who?"
"The Spiritmancer!
"y-yes sir."
(He swiftly exits the room closing the giant doors behind him. He slowly walked down the stairs and overheard a man and a woman walking.)
"That guy is a loser and a stuck up bitch! All he cares about is himself!"
"I get it, I get it. You make him seem worse than he actually is."
(He approaches the two talking).
"E-excuse me sir."
"Oh you're the king's slave aren't you?"
"y-yes…"
"What do you need?"
"H-his highness wants to see you."
"Why?"
"H-he wants your power."
"Really now? Does he plan to give me anything in return?"
"W-we will give you money. L-lots of money."
"You've piqued my interest, slave. How about we go meet him right away."
"HEY WHAT ABOUT ME?"
"Listen here Reese, you're hot, but your personality is awful. Now, I got some money to make so please just sit here and try not to explode all over the place."
(The man begins to head towards the throne room, while Clyde follows behind.)
"YOU BITCH, WE WERE TALKING HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME BEHIND, THIS IS YOUR FAULT CLYDE!"
(The two ignore her, and continue walking up the stairs, approaching the door. *knock *knock*).
"You may enter!"
(The man enters the room ahead of Clyde who shuts the door behind them).
"It's good to see you again, Spiritmancer!"
"Sure it is, so, I heard you got a lot of money for me."
A giant grin appeared on my face.
"Haha, of course, of course! Clyde!"
"Y-yes your highness."
I looked towards the chest in the corner of the room signaling Clyde to bring it to him.
"Go get the payment!"
"Y-yes your highness."
I look at Clyde as he approaches, he tries to lift the chest but he couldn't, he really is weak.
"Disappointing Clyde! Just open the chest and show him the gold!"
(Clyde opens the chest, revealing a large pile of gold, worth enough to live 3 lives comfortably.)
"You see that?"
"I do."
"That is your payment!"
(The man approaches the chest and takes out a piece of gold and puts it in his front pocket).
"It looks real to me."
"Of course it's real, what do you take me for a scamming bastard?"
"Yes, yes I do."
Who the fuck does this guy think he is?
(The room goes silent)
An angry look appeared on my face, but I decided to hold out.
"Anyways, I need your powers."
"For what?"
"You see, being a king is pretty boring, I need some excitement in my life, and I need you to give me a different opportunity in life."
"Meaning?"
"I want you to take my soul and put it into a different body."
"Who told you I could do that?"
"Well… I've known about you being able to manipulate spirits and I may, or may not have connections to the black market."
"That's funny."
"What? What's funny?"
(The room went silent)
What the hell is this dude talking about? Ah never he probably has schizophrenia since he can see spirits and shit.
"Anyways, are you willing to do this?"
"I mean you're offering me money, and I'll do pretty much anything for money, so yeah."
"A-anything?"
"Good one Clyde!"
"T-thank y-"
"Shut the hell up. Anyways, how about we get started!"
(Clyde began running up towards the throne)
"A-are you really sure you want to do this, your highness?"
"I already told you to shut the hell up Clyde, and yes, I've made my decision."
"W-who will take over the throne, your highness?"
I slowly turned my head and began staring into Clyde's eyes. My eyes opened wide.
"Do you think that's my problem?"
Clyde averted his eyes from me.
"Now shut the hell up."
"Are you ready, your highness?"
I nodded at the man.
"Do it."
(The man approached the king, kneeling right before him. He closed his eyes, murmuring a few words under his breath. Suddenly a white light appeared between the two.)
Huh, what happened. I turned around, my body stood there motionless. The man in front of me was still on his knee. He began to chant something, I couldn't understand what the man was saying. I stared at him, and he opened his eyes. He stood up in front of me, reaching his hand out just in front of my face.
"Transfer."
(The king's body hit the ground hard, Clyde rushed over to his body, but the man put his arm out, stopping him.)
"It's done."
"H-He's gone?"
(The man turned his head toward Clyde and nodded. A smile arose on Clyde's face).
"Haha! He's finally gone!"
"You're happy about that?"
"Of course I am! That guy was an asshole."
"Then what are you going to do about this country not having a king anymore?"
"Not my problem."
"Huh, it seems like it is."
(Clyde walks over to the door, locking it. He walks over to the balcony on the side of the room, gesturing to the man to come towards him.)
"You see all of this? This is now a part of the Pastis Empire, we already have a king!"
"The Pastis Empire!?"
"Yes. I should probably introduce myself, my true name isn't Clyde but Cecil Avon Pastis, third in line to the throne of the great Pastis Empire!"
"Who is going to acknowledge this place as part of your empire?"
"You'll see what'll happen. Currently we are the only two who know that Leon is gone. And you better not say anything about this to anyone!"
(The man put his right hand up and began rubbing his thumb against his index and middle finger).
"I knew you wouldn't stay quiet without a reward, here take this."
(He hands the man a paper).
"What's this?"
"Those are coordinates to something that will prove useful in your life."
"How useful?"
"That's for you to decide."
"Interesting, then I'll be on my way!"
"Remember, don't tell anyone about the kings disappearance, we had a deal!"
"My mouth will open, if I'm disappointed."
"Good, good."
***