Reincarnated as an Energy with a System-Chapter 1761: The Prince

Trenaut Ron-Golhlog sat on a couch, the blue helmet on his head and the sword forever at his side.

It was evening now, and he had finally had the opportunity to take a bath after such a long time on the road. Freshened up, he was ready to deal with the issues that had undoubtedly risen throughout the day. freёnovelkiss-com

He looked at the group of people gathered ahead of him—his advisors and helpers. Some of these had been with him since the start, and some had recently joined him after the Emperor’s death.

"How is it looking? I can’t imagine it is very good," he asked.

"Your Majesty, was it a good idea?" one of the new advisors asked. "We shouldn’t have let them goad us into accepting their deal."

"Stop trying to tell me what I did wrong and tell me what I can do right," the prince said.

"My apology, Your Majesty. But these people, they’ve grown to hate the Golhlog bloodline for what the previous Emperor did. The chances of you losing is..."

"Go on," the prince said. "Say it."

"You are very much guaranteed to lo—"

The man who spoke froze as a trail of blood spilled down his neck, which itself slid down. It fell to the ground with a large thud, with the torso buckling over afterward. A fountain of blood flew out of the cut-off head.

The prince stood there with a thin black sword pointed to the side. He swung it lightly, ridding it of the blood before placing it back into his sheath. He sat back down and looked at the others. "Who else wants to tell me I’m guaranteed to lose?"

The room fell silent. No one else wanted to die.

Someone called in the helpers and had the body cleared out of the room, while everyone waited in silence.

"You are not guaranteed to lose, Your Majesty," an older man found the courage to speak. "But things do not look good. There is less hate among the people for the other two, which makes things difficult for us."

"That is to be expected after what my idiot relative did," the man said. "But that is just it, isn’t it? They hate me because they think I am a relative of the previous crown. They do not know the truth."

The man who had spoken up raised his eyebrows. "Do you... wish for the people to find out?"

"All that matters right now is whether I become the Emperor next, isn’t it? All means are justifiable as long as it leads to the end I desire," the prince said.

"I shall make the preparations to have the information pass around in time," the man said. "Is there any information you wish to not be revealed? Such as what it means to have the heritage to be worthy of this throne."

"Nothing about the Reapers," the prince said. "Everything else is on the table."

"Your Majesty," someone else spoke up at that moment. "When do we get rid of the council members? Especially the ones that were involved in the decision that killed your father?"

The prince turned to look at the man. "Do you want justice for your wife?" he asked.

"Someone dressed as me and went into our tent to kill my wife. I cannot have these bastards walk around when my wife has to die," the man said.

"I understand your anger," the prince said. "I lost my father too. But now is not the time to be blinded by it. The very first thing we need to do is make sure that everything upcoming goes without a hitch. We need to do our best for me to become the Emperor. The moment I become the Emperor, my first command will be to have all of these council members executed for their crimes. Can you wait until then to have your justice?"

The other man breathed in deeply and nodded. "I can wait, Your Majesty."

"Good. You all have your own job, so you should go and do it. Have topics be prepared for me to speak in tomorrow’s speech. I will read them later tonight."

"Yes, Your Majesty," the men said and left the room.

The prince was left behind all by himself. He waited for a long moment before taking off his helmet, no longer needing its help.

"Your Majesty..." the prince giggled as he spoke the words. "Ahh... I can’t wait to become the Emperor."

"Can you though?" a voice spoke to him at that moment, causing the man to freeze. He quickly got up and bowed in a certain direction. As a Reaper, the prince couldn’t see the spirit that had just spoken up, but he could hear and guess the direction.

"Everything I have done to help you may be up at stakes because of your stupidity. You should have killed those other two just like I asked you to, but you failed in that too."

"My apology, master. I failed you," the prince said.

"Do not fail me tomorrow. You must win this debate and become the Emperor. If you fail, then find another way to become one. If you do not, I will kill you."

Beads of sweat ran down the prince’s back, fear gripping his heart. The spirit spoke to him not that often, but when it did, it did so with the voice and intensity of a man who had killed a thousand men.

The prince had already seen in the past what the spirit was capable of, so he did not wish to test this being. "I will not disappoint you, master."

"You better not," the spirit said.

The prince waited for it to speak more, but he realized at some point that the spirit had disappeared. He sat back down on the chair, feeling the fear fade slowly.

It was a reminder for him to not slack off despite how far he had come. The end to his journey was just a few steps ahead, but if he failed to reach it, all that was left for him was death.

He had to do whatever he could to become the next Emperor.

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