--Silence--

After Kamara and her crew took their places above the high platform at the front... The trumpets stopped playing, and the hall became deadly silent.

Everyone opened their eyes widely and continuously stared at the trio's attire deeply.

Who died?

Was it their king?

No!... It couldn't be!

It was probably one of his wives.

Yes!... It had to be so.

Everyone's mind was quick to come up with their own theories for the attire.

But even though they made guesses, almost all of them prayed that their king was still alright.

Or else Terique would be doomed!!!!!

And just when everyone was still lost in thought, Kamara hastily gave out a long sheet of paper to her as son Lecter.

"Mother... Do I really have to read it?

It's just too boring and long.

So why don't you read it?" Lecter said pitifully while pouting his big puffy pimpled cheeks.

Kamara looked at her adorable son and her heart melted in an instant.

But even still, she knew that she had to toughen up her heart so as to allow her son to grow..... As well as to make others fully acknowledge him as ruler of Terique.

"Mother... Must I really read it out loud?"

"My little baby... Of course you must!

Only in this way, will a lot of them see you as very manly.

You just say what you can and leave the great to me and your uncle Nopline."

"That's right kiddo... Just do your best.

I have faith in you, so show them how tough you can be." Nopline added.

"Okay... But do I need to stand?"

"Nope!... Not really.

You're the king and they are just worthless insects.

So of course you can do what you want." Kamara said reassuringly.

Yes... Her son was finally king!

Listening to his mother, Lecter lifted his chin arrogantly and looked at those below him with a hint of disgust in his eyes.... as if he were indeed looking at worthless insects.

With that, he held the note in his hands and began reading it to the best of his knowledge.

"The reason why you all are gathered...eh?

Wait... I started reading from the second paragraph.

So let's start all over again.

Okay... I'm starting for real now." Lecter said while trying to guess where he should start off from.

As for those below, they almost face-palmed themselves as they watched him mumble, stutter and ramble incoherently.

This was the guy who sat on the throne as their temporary king?

What an utter disgrace!

Lecter cleared his throat and began again.

"Today is the day that we are...you are... I am....eh?

Mother, am I still starting in the wrong paragraph?"

[The audience: (*-_-)]

Listening to Lecter, the entire audience almost fell down instantly.

'Bro, why didn't you rehearse before presenting your speech?'

'More still, can you even read?'

'And even though you don't know how anything, why do you have to ask your mother so loudly?

Aren't you a tad bit ashamed of yourself?'

Some people in the audience held their chests as if they were about to die from a heart attack when they once again thought about Terique's future which now looked bleak.

While others rubbed their heads instead, as just thinking about their empire's current state was already enough to drive them all to insanity.

"Mother... My hands are paining, so can I just drop the paper now?"

Just try a little harder okay darling!"

"Okay."

Looking at Lecter struggle with the piece of paper in his hands, the audience felt like running straight into a wall.

The way they looked at it now, it was better for them to just have a heart attack and just sit all together.

So long future.....'(((＋_＋)))｡... R.I.P.

As for Nopline, he didn't see anything wrong with this nephew of his... And this was because Lecter truly resembles Nopline's younger self.

So of course he looked at Lecter proudly.

"Mother... Should I start from here?"

Kamara looked at her lovely son warmly and decided to cut him some slack.

"No, darling... Just do what you want okay?."

"Ahh... Thank you, mother!

Okay... I'm really beginning now.

Let's see... Ermm... People of Terique, the king is DEAD!!"

--Silence--

Everyone's eyes opened widely, as they thought that maybe they might've misheard the little tyrant.

"Well, that's it!..... The king is dead.

And since he's dead, I will no longer be a temporal king...But a....a... Erm? What's the word mother?"

"Permanent darling."

"Yes... Now, I will be a Permanent King who will rule over Arcadina.

With me here, I promise that all of you will have fun while working under me."

--Silence--

Silence continued on until some people finally snapped out of their thoughts and came back to reality.

"That's impossible!!!

You say that our king is dead... Then prove it!

Show us his body!!!!"

"Yeah!.... Bring out his body for all to see!

Because unless we see his body, we can not just assume that our king is dead!"

"I agree!

So you think that a royal death ceremony can be the same as any other death ceremony?

We want to see our King's body.!!"

"^"

Many people voiced out their thoughts, as they didn't believe the bullish** that had been presented to them.

Did this brat think that they were 3-year-old kids?

They were also nobles and came from families we're willing and wives we're lap power-hungry as well.

So for years, now, that had already guessed the real cause of their King's illness.

It was just that they couldn't do anything because Nopline was just too strong of an opponent to take on.

So they had been quiet ever since.

But this time, they really couldn't hold it in anymore.

Dammit!

What did these people take them for?

And what did this brat mean by fun?

Did he think that running an empire was some sort of vacation?

No!... They had to do something, or else this dimwit would really become king.

"Where is the body?"

"Our king needs to be publicly buried since he is our beloved king.

So where is the body?!"

Everyone in the audience became very heated up, as they felt like fighting for their king today.

Kamara looked at the men below and gritted her teeth angrily.

But before she could even protest, her adorable son quickly took over for her.

"It seems like you all don't understand!

Guards!.... Surround them!!"