His life as a regressor who had repeated a hundred times had given him knowledge and insight.
Thanks to that, he could grasp the state of the palace and the power structure at a glance without much effort. By employing people, he could ensure that the state affairs were immediately managed.
The nobles, seeing him as a prepared monarch, seemed to feel awe and respectfully followed his orders.
Laviosa and Ligares’ mother and son were detained in a separate palace. Incidentally, Ligares was in a state where his life was not in danger despite his sincere attempt at self-harm.
It couldn’t be helped. To die in front of the 9th-rank Holy Scripture, one would have had to do more than just slit the carotid artery; it would have required something like beheading oneself.
By the time he had finished handling various matters, the trial version of the genre change ticket had ended. The fireworks that had been unfolding in the western sky subsided. It was the first night he welcomed in the conquered land.
The place where…
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