Tyranny of Steel

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As the King of Austria, Berengar was forced to endure polite conversation with a variety of people, most of which behaved in a sycophantic manner, which he found displeasing. Despite his actual thoughts, Berengar acted as if he enjoyed every moment of the conversation.

By now he was dreadfully exhausted from pretending to be somebody he was not, and had walked to the balcony for a quick smoke break. He pulled out a hemp cigarette from the container within his jacket and lit it as he smoked his troubles away.

The young King of Austria smirked at the full moon, which illuminated the night sky above as he thought about all the things he had done since he was reincarnated into this world. Even if his social obligations were tiresome, it was nice to have a break from the years of brutal warfare he had led, or so he thought.

However, as Berengar was alone with his thoughts, he thought about all the souls that he had reaped in his tenure as a warrior king, including that of his only brother. His smirk turned sour, and his hands shivered. One memory in particular haunted his mind, and that was the time where he was alone in the dark, wounded, and trapped by his brother ’s attempt to claim his life during that cave-in at mining town.

Without realizing it, a single phrase escaped his lips as he gazed off into the night sky.