�Hmm, what are we going to do now?�

After marrying Abella, Havitz was happy, but his cruelty was not blunted in the slightest.

Vulcan raised an eyebrow.

�It�s not because I�m angry and killed.�

For Havitz, the world was just a square and a playground, coming and going.

�no!�Free my daughter!�rather me����!�

Seeing someone�s family die and become enslaved, Havitz sang.

�The shelter of my love���

such a beautiful voice.

�Become my flower and bloom in my heart.�

Even the vibration of your delicately trembling lips seems to mock the world����.

�You are not human!�you are the devil!�Say no to evil!�

Families of the victims had blood vessels burst in their eyes.

�Where are the cheeky things!�

Another spear flew, and by the time the song ended, half of the nobles were dead.

�good.�

Harvitz, who finished the song calmly, looked around the plaza and pointed to an alley.

�Bring the author.�

The beggar, unable to escape because of his legs, was leaning against the wall, trembling.

�Aww!�Help me!�

Havitz knelt down and put his hand on his head.

�From now on, you are the king of this country.�

�Ahh����OMG���

Then, he directly stuffed his sword into the beggar�s waist and gave instructions.

�The king is the one who rules everything.�Prove your worth with this sword.�Then everyone will worship you.�

Although he lived a hungry life, he was quick to notice, so the beggar looked back at the nobles with frightened eyes.

�If I can�t rule, I will die.��As I limped and approached the nobles, eyes of disgust shot from all sides.

The beggar drew his sword and pointed the point at the middle-aged woman�s chin.

�I, worship me.�Kneel before me and swear to follow me.�

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