I Became a Level -99 Vicious Lord

Emperor Kyros the Cannibal.

As officially stated, he lived during the same era as Nazrak and was a great figure who, as a former monk of a certain sect, made one-third of the continent his territory and even reached the throne.

However, from the point where he almost achieved the unification of the continent, he wielded excessive tyranny and was overthrown and executed by rebel forces.

Wouldn’t it be terrifying to be called the “Cannibal Emperor”?

In some ways, it was also a pity for him to think that Aragon, who later became the leader of the rebel forces and unified the continent, obtained the glorious title of “Grand Emperor,” while Kyros was such a despised figure.

“Is it really the remains of that Cannibal Emperor Kyros?”

“Yes.”

“How did you know that Kyros’ remains were here? Besides, isn’t Kyros known to have been executed by Grand Emperor Aragon?”

“Camille.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t you usually read books?”

“Are you talking about me?”

Camille was honestly bewildered by Otto’s question.

Because it was Otto who was more into reading books than Camille.

“Have you seen this?”

Otto pulled out a book titled “The Nigelos Saga” from his pocket and showed it to Camille.

“Isn’t that a historical fiction? It’s not an official history book, is it?”

“The Nigelos Saga” was a book that recorded stories from the era in which Nazrak and Kyros were active, more like a fairy tale book than a history book.

So it was a book that people who studied a little bit didn’t bother to read.

It was difficult to believe, because it recorded unreliable folktales and even Kadara’s communications as if they were true.

“Camille.”

“Yes?”

“Do you know who decides the official history and the stories?”

“Well…”

Camille replied, “Isn’t it decided by the person writing it?”

“Is that so? But no, it’s wrong. History is written by the victors,” he said.

“You’re right.”

“The official history says that Kairos was executed by Aragon. But in this book, it says that Aragon couldn’t catch Kairos and that he died alone hiding in this region because of his injuries.”

“So, do you believe that book?”

“I pretended to believe it and investigated it thoroughly, even searching for hidden dungeons with determination.”

Otto chuckled.

‘You have no idea how much trouble I went through.’

Kim Do-jin had tried everything to clear “Territory Wars” as Otto de Scuderia, even reading all the books in the library. He had searched every nook and cranny of the maps, found hidden objects and items in the dungeons, and even discovered ancient ruins that no one had ever found before.

Finding the remains of the cannibal emperor Kairos was the result of his hard work.

“I understand what you’re saying, my lord. But what does finding Kairos’ remains have to do with Condor’s return?”

“You’ll see.”

Otto said, taking out a fake golden eyeball from Kairos’ remains and putting it in his pocket.

“I’ll sell this and buy something delicious. Hehehe.”

“…”

“And this… I need to be careful when moving it.”

Otto picked up the mace from the ground with his long tongs and put it in a bag.

“Why are you using tongs? Can’t you just use your hands?”

“If I touch it, I’ll die.”

“No way.”

Camille’s face froze.

“That mace… is it like a cursed weapon?”

“Correct.”

“You can’t touch something like that carelessly…”

“I have a plan.”

“Even so, if you touch a cursed weapon, something bad might happen…”

“Just watch and don’t worry. You understand?”

“…I understand.”

In the end, Camille gave in.

He had believed that Otto had some plausible plan, as he had done things that he couldn’t understand before, not just once or twice.

* * *

A month has passed since then.

During this time, Otto reduced taxes, took actions to improve people’s lives, such as consoling the families of soldiers who died in the war, and worked to win over public opinion.

Thanks to these efforts, the way people viewed Otto changed significantly.

After showing a complete change of heart for over two months, the people in his territory began to be moved by his actions.

Part of this was because the people of the Orth territory had not experienced Otto’s tyranny before.

The people of the Lassen and Orth territories had only heard rumors about Otto, but had not experienced it firsthand.

That is why public opinion in the Orth and Lassen territories was gradually improving, while public opinion in the Lota and Sorun territories remained stagnant.

However, Otto was not disappointed.

“After all, public opinion will improve. I just need to be patient.”

Otto knew very well that changing deeply-rooted negative perceptions in the minds of the people on his territory was not an easy task.

As time passed, the “Counterattack of Condor” event was approaching in just one day.

That night,

“It’s about time.”

Otto muttered to himself as he poked at the fireplace.

“What’s coming?” asked Camille, who came to report unusual events late at night.

“Condor.”

“Is he really coming back?”

“He’s coming back, stronger than ever. And he’s going to be terrifying.”

“So, are you going to fight him with the mace of the cannibal emperor, Kyros? Really?”

“That’s right.”

“I’ll fight instead.”

Camille asserted his will.

“You can’t even handle mana, Lord. If you try to touch that mace…”

“Camille.”

“Yes?”

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine.”

“But…”

“Think about it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s say my brother defeated Condor with a mace.”

“Okay.”

“Then who will subdue my brother?”

“….!”

“Me? Or our knights and soldiers? Is there anyone who can stop my brother who is holding the cursed weapon and went on a rampage?”

“Well, of course, I…”

“But if it’s me, it would be different. I’m weak. How long can I rampage even if I’m tried? At least I’m weaker than my brother when you would be rampaging. Don’t you think so?”

“You’re not wrong, but….”

“My brother has something else needs to do.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll tell you when the time comes.”

Otto said so and poked the fire in the fireplace with a stick.

“Why do you keep poking the fireplace?”

“It’s cold.”

It was the season approaching fall.

As the wind got colder, it was essential to turn on the fireplace and sleep at night.

“And…”

Otto dug through the fireplace with a stick and took out a burnt sweet potato-like thing.

“When it gets cold, roasted sweet potato tastes great. It’s so sweet and delicious.”

“Is that what it’s all about?”

Camille closed his eyes as if he couldn’t stand it.