Volume 1 Chapter 60 The Chancellor Faces the Consequences of Exile
A week has passed since Zeke declared the founding of his new nation, leaving the king without his only trusted subordinate.
"Ah, ahaha... ahahaha!"
In the ruined capital's streets, the king lies on the ground, laughing maniacally.
Having lost everything, the king can only laugh as the prime minister looks down on him.
"Ha! Serves you right. This is the price for mocking and oppressing me. Just die already, you fool!"
At that moment.
"Is it over?"
A tall man with white hair approaches the prime minister.
He has sharp red eyes and bronze-colored skin.
"Well, well, Your Highness [Ruzzel (or Loser)]!"
The prime minister changes his attitude completely, approaching Ruzzel with a fawning demeanor.
Behind Ruzzel, many Demonkin are waiting.
Among them is the commander, Jamael (or Jammer).
"Is that the former king? Hmph! He looks so pathetic, it's hard to believe he ruled a nation."
"Yes, absolutely! He is nothing like you, a true king!"
Ruzzel twitches his temple in annoyance.
But the prime minister, oblivious, continues to laugh.
"I made the powerful nobles betray him and provided useless people as bait for the Demonkin! So now, as promised, you'll let me join the [New Demon Lord Army], right?"
With the Demon Lord's child, Ruzzel, at the top, along with Commander Jamael and other Demonkin who opposed the old Demon Lord's way of thinking.
They called themselves the [New Demon Lord Army], opposing Zeke.
"I'll reward you for your efforts."
"Haha! I'm so grateful!"
──This is my safety!
The prime minister laughs wickedly.
He quickly decides to cut ties with this ruined country and join a larger organization.
That's the choice of a wise person!
...But this was as far as he could ride high on his confidence.
Bang!
He was struck on the head by someone.
"W-What are you?!"
Standing there were members of the former kingdom's merchant guild.
"I found you, prime minister...! How dare you drive out Zeke!"
The men from the merchant guild looked at the prime minister with bloodshot eyes filled with hatred.
"W-What are you doing!?"
"Shut up! I heard you were the one who made Zeke leave!"
Indeed, it was the prime minister who first suggested to the king to expel Zeke.
He thought Zeke was costing too much money and advised to let him go.
"S-So what! Why are you all so angry!?"
"Because of Zeke's absence, the quality of the meat we handle has dropped, and we're losing money!"
"I also heard that the horses stopped listening because Zeke is gone!"
"We were struggling to transport goods! Do you have any idea how much we've lost!?"
Zeke Vetarinari, was a beast veterinarian loved by the animals.
Because of him, the kingdom's animals listened obediently.
...However, with Zeke gone, they gradually stopped obeying.
And now that they have completely severed ties with the kingdom... the animals are completely uncontrollable.
Since horses are the main means of transportation in this world, the merchants of the kingdom, who are disliked by the horses, are suffering huge economic damage.
Naturally, their anger is directed at the one who drove out Zeke.
In other words... at the prime minister.
"I-I didn't drive him out! That king is the real culprit!"
Pointing at the king, who had become a shell of his former self, the prime minister said.
But the merchants tilted their heads in confusion.
"Who is that bum?"
Yes, he looked so different that they didn't recognize him as the king.
On the other hand, the prime minister had quickly switched sides to the Demonkin and had grown fat from his own greed, showing no change in appearance.
"How will the country take responsibility for this? Huh?"
"It's your fault, so you better pay up, right? Compensation!"
Of course, there was no money left to compensate the collapsed kingdom.
"You can't pay!? Huh!?"
Faced with the merchants' fierce expressions, the prime minister felt pressured.
"W-Wait! I'll pay!"
The prime minister laughed nervously.
"This Sir Ruzzer will pay off all your debts! Right? Sir Ruzzer"
However, the Demonkin who should have been there had vanished without a trace.
"Wha!? Where are you! Sir Ruzzerrrr!"
The merchants, still furious, struck the prime minister with the clubs they held.
"S-stop! I'll pay! The Demonkin will pay for it! So... ugh!"
"Don't mess with me! Why would the Demonkin pay humans? Stop with the lies!"
Knowing that their debts would not be repaid, the enraged merchants vented their frustrations by hitting him.
"S-stop... please stop..."
But their anger showed no signs of stopping.
"H-help... please help me... Sir Ruzzerrrr..."
The only source of hope, the Demon Lord's child and the new Demon Lord army, did not show up.
"Why~... I'm doing this for you, Sir Ruzzer..."
'You are no longer needed. Goodbye, filthy traitor. You may die in misery.'
Hearing the voice of the Demon Lord's child echo in his mind, the prime minister understood.
He had been used.
"H-help... help me... Your Majesty..."
His last remaining hope was now the very person he had just betrayed.
A short distance away, he walked away with vacant eyes, heading somewhere.
"Wait... wait for me..."
...After that, the injured prime minister, unable to move, cried in misery, alone in the cold.
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