Chapter 438 - Into Brandon 2 (1/2)

Luke, who went into Brandon, had put up a funeral for Mayers and his family.

The bodies of the queens and the princes, which no one even saw, were collected and placed in an expensive marble casket.

With the permission of Luke, the tomb was made to look extravagant as well.

‘Oh, if I could do what I wanted, I’d throw the body of Mayers into a wild beats’ herd and bury his family in the wild…’

However, in order to quickly incorporate the Milton Kingdom to his liking, it was necessary to show that Rakan troops weren’t ‘conquerors’ and ‘occupying forces’.

So he deliberately held a funeral—a great way to show how tolerant Luke was.

And Luke didn’t stop there, he also built a monument in honor of Viscount Mager and the royal guards of the palace who died faithfully while standing next to Mayers.

“The people of the Milton Kingdom are now my people, so you will be treated equally. Anyone who commits unfair things will get punished, regardless of their status!”

Luke took over the military first because he had no intention of bothering the Rakan troops, which were stationed in Brandon, and cleared off the bandits.

He also focused on gaining public sentiment by announcing a few promising words.

“Marquis Luke has freed all the young men who have been forcibly drafted?”

“In addition, it was said that he opened up a warehouse and distribute grains to the poor to stabilize the prices.”

“Huh, thank goodness. Otherwise the price of the food would have gone so high that even one meal would be tough to get.”

“And there was another thing. It was said that there would be tax reductions too!”

“Is that true?”

“No mistake! I went to the square in the morning and saw claims. It was written in there. That is why Marquis Luke is no joke.”

When the people of Milton Kingdom were gathering, they were all eager to know what else Luke had done for them.

While Milton’s people were excited with their new ruler, Luke, his officials had to work day and night to unite Milton after the post-war.

As they looked through the numerous documents and the books of the royal palace, they kept on getting new information and instructions on the current state of the Kingdom, and the days passed quickly.

“Kuek, I feel like having a nice meal and a good sleep…”

“Don’t complain, Sir Philip. Aren’t you asking for a sandwich and to sleep in the chair?”

Reynold, who was working next door, yelled. However, it wasn’t enough to stop Philip’s grumble.

“That is because I feel like I can fall because of exhaustion. Knights are meant to die on the battlefield. Are we trained to die out of working over piles of paperwork?”

“Kuekk! Then should I kill you?”

With that, Reynard got up by pushing aside his pile of papers.

“We weren’t able to see the end of our battle the last time, so how about we make it to the end this time!”

Reynard was burning out because of the work. He was struggling with the documents and decided to use the fight as an excuse to run away.

Philip, who looked at him, sighed and shook his head.

“Hu, I really want to do that… But, the Lord will then come for both of us before we even get to the end of our battle.”

“Hmm, I can already see that happening.”

At Philip’s words, Reynard sat back down.

Even though he was a mixed-race between a lycan and a human, he was afraid of Luke.

It was because he had already experienced Luke’s skills, and his brother, Reynold, spoke about the time he was overpowered by Luke in their last battle.

‘How far does Marquis Luke’s true ability go? Basing on the last fight, wasn’t he already a Sword Sage?’

While Reynard was in his own thoughts, Baron Rogers spoke in a low voice, “By the way, how long should we do this? When are we going back to the administration and assist?”

“From what I heard, the retainers and administrators remaining in Rakan have a lot to do. The Granada pirates have messed up the southern coast…”

At the response from Philip, the Gram brothers and the other officials of the Milton Kingdom weren’t able to participate in the talk and remained silent.

It was because they were the ones who brought in the Grenada.

Of course, it was all done by Mayers, but as they all joined the war, they couldn’t ignore the truth.

The first full moon after entering Brandon.

At last, the support group that Philip had been waiting for had arrived.

Butler Hans, who led the retainers and the executives of Rakan, greeted Luke, who was struggling with the pile of papers in the royal palace.

“Congratulations, Your Majesty.”

“Your Majesty, what nonsense… I haven’t even had a coronation yet.”

After stacking up the papers, Luke handed them over to Hans.

“The diplomatic documents of the Milton Kingdom. I’ve already looked into all the important and confidential documents, so all you need to do it to summarize the report and submit it.”

“Oh my, this old soul hasn’t even settled in yet.”

“Who do you think settled in? Nah, I never knew the work would be so much.”

It was very different from the time when Count Monarch fled.

At that time, it was an estate. However, now it was a nation—merged estates.

Diplomacy, administration, the legal system, and on and on.

Such a huge amount of work was something Luke had never gone through even during his life as Saymon 500 years ago.

It was because the world had developed in such a complicated manner, and the population had grown tremendously.

“Even if Mayers hadn’t done anything stupid, this wouldn’t have been destroyed in just two months after the founding.”

“Because of that stupidity, he will be recorded as the man to hold the shortest ruling in history. We should try to do that.”