27. Silence. Mr. Cyclone had been standing behind the king for over ten minutes.

The king was aware of Mr. Cyclone's presence from the beginning and had exchanged greetings with him.

But Mr. Cyclone couldn't understand why there was silence after that.

Why not speak up? If you have something to say, say it. If you have gas, let it out. Why remain silent?

He really wanted to go back and play with his two wives, but if the king didn't speak, there wouldn't even be a conversation, let alone an ending.

"If it were a week ago, the people of Arlen City would have already turned off their lights and gone to sleep."

Finally, the king started talking.

"Lower your sense of existence and try not to do anything attention-grabbing. Only in this way can the claws of the chief minister never reach you."

"Oh, I see."

Mr. Cyclone tried to respond, although he didn't really feel anything about the king's current sentiment.

"Look over there, those buildings are having parties at night again. This is the seventh consecutive day."

Unable to see the place the king was pointing at, Mr. Cyclone had to step forward.

But it was of no use. Mr. Cyclone inside the window couldn't see the night view outside the terrace no matter how hard he tried.

"And there, and there, and there... Even though it's late at night now, everyone still feels excited about tomorrow."

"Oh, I see."

Finally, the king turned around, shifting his gaze from the outside to Mr. Cyclone inside the room.

"All these changes started with you killing the chief minister."

To be honest, even now, Mr. Cyclone didn't consider killing the chief minister as an act of heroism.

At that moment, it was just a psycho to Mr. Cyclone.

An ordinary person who would die if their head was pierced, even after hearing Sonja's words about the chief minister, even after someone like Elin who fell in love with Mr. Cyclone because of it, even after someone who voluntarily offered their body to Mr. Cyclone, Mr. Cyclone had never felt the slightest fear of the chief minister.

But the fact was right before his eyes, Mr. Cyclone couldn't help but feel a bit scared. Now, everyone who had ever felt fear because of the chief minister was cheering for Mr. Cyclone.

"Your appearance... it's destiny~ This king once again... has the chance to have a dream..."

"...A dream?"

It wasn't a response, but rather asking.

In that moment, even Mr. Cyclone himself didn't know why he became interested in that word.

On the other hand, the king was also slightly surprised. The king wasn't a fool, and he had long seen through Mr. Cyclone's perfunctory response. But now, facing a serious question like this, even the king himself didn't know why he had a bit of anticipation.

"Yeah. This king has always hoped... to reshape this world."

Initially, Mr. Cyclone didn't understand the king's meaning, simply because he didn't recognize the word "reshape."

"Take a look, take a look at Arlen City now. This king hopes to personally build a happy world."

"..."

It felt noble, a world beyond his reach.

Mr. Cyclone's association with the king's dream only went as far as the extent of "wanting."

"The whole world... I've never thought about such a thing. As long as I'm happy, isn't that enough?"

This was Mr. Cyclone's first reaction, his own thinking as a young man.

"Yeah..."

Mr. Cyclone wasn't wrong. Or rather, the king's dream was unrealistic. The king was well aware of this, and wouldn't argue with Mr. Cyclone.

The two of them looked at each other like that, and a short time passed with no conversation.

The king's dream was very grand, and Mr. Cyclone felt it from its non-reality. Unlike himself, to achieve Tiny Royania's dream in front of him was hundreds or even thousands of times more difficult than Mr. Cyclone's.

Since the king had more or less fulfilled Mr. Cyclone's own dream, he might as well help the Tiny Royanian king in front of him.This idea suddenly appeared without Mr.Cyclone even realizing it. He even used the term "老子" to refer to himself in front of the king, and Mr.Cyclone didn't notice it either.

"But when it comes to strategy... fart! It's better to just let me die~" The king remained silent, listening quietly to Mr.Cyclone suddenly using such foul language.

"Oh!?" Suddenly, Mr.Cyclone thought of an answer. The king already understood this young man's abilities. Although he had made several actions that went beyond what the king had expected, it was just luck. So the king never thought the young man would have such an answer.

"As for me... the only thing I can do for Your Majesty is one thing." The young man's confident expression even intrigued the king a little.

"My most powerful ability... is to watch! That's right~ Just watch with my eyes, witness the day when your dream becomes a reality."

"Is that so?" At this moment, the king understood why he wanted to test this young man.

Under the moonlight, unknown to anyone, the king made a decision, taking the first step towards realizing his own dream.

"In that case, I have a mission for you now, Mr. Cyclone, the ambassador of Eterny."

"Oh~ Is it a good job?" The king smiled and asked Mr. Cyclone.

"Well, for you, it's a simple and easy job."

In the Etessar calendar, in the autumn of the 501st year, in front of the future ruler of the mainland, King Eterny, the ordinary young man, Mr. Cyclone, witnessed the first step of this tiny king towards conquering the world.

"You will represent me and visit Sunset City!"

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