Falcorin, a kingdom in the east. It's a relatively small kingdom, without real power over the eastern region.
A kingdom that was formed just sixty years ago, a kingdom that wasn't well-off in terms of economic development or military.
The kingdom was just one of the background kingdoms that was conquered by the main character; it was stated in only one sentence in the novel, in volume 2.
(Hestius had conquered four smaller kingdoms in his domain)
It was the term for the four smaller kingdoms. It wasn't even properly introduced.
In short, it's a background kingdom, without any roles in the storyline. Just a small step by the main character to start his revenge.
And, the current king of Falcorin, the only heir of the kingdom, is Vizier Clementine Sherifon, the 3rd king of the Falcorin Kingdom. A child who is twelve years old.
The previous king died young, leaving only one heir to the throne. Vizier's mother died of childbirth, and he had no other siblings.
He was the sole and only royal blood left.
With red blazing hair and a pair of sharp golden eyes, he had inherited the trait of the royal family bloodline.
Vizier could only sigh and accept his fate. He was now the king of a small kingdom that was set to be conquered by the main character, as well as just a political pawn by the nobility.
It was clear as day that the nobles were planning on how to manipulate the young king. After all, in the eyes of the nobility, he was simply a twelve-year-old child who hadn't even developed the right state of mind for a king, as well as a child who did not even study politics, and did not have the qualities fit for a king.
Vizier knew that the nobles wouldn't let him be.
"Out of all the novels, why did it have to be this one?"
Vizier loved the novel, before its downfall, before the storyline arched.
He could remember the ending vividly; it was an ending unfit for the storyline that the author had written.
Even he wonders how a masterpiece turned into trash.
The Fallen King was gruesome, and death flags arose everywhere.
Thus, Vizier knew, if he didn't die in the hands of the nobles, he'd either die from chicken pox, tuberculosis, or other diseases; after all, the medieval era was not a bright era to be alive.
He set aside such thoughts and leaned on his armchair. There was no denying that he was in a novel; after all, the words etched on the system's window screen greatly stated that the world was, after all, the novel that he had read.
The moment he had gained the body, the memories of the original owner had also intertwined with his. Now he had two memories, one was his first life, and the other was the body he was now possessing.
Even Vizier could not defy this new reality; he could feel the wind brushing on his skin, the smell of the burning candle, and the taste of the tea.
He was, and undeniably had transmigrated into the novel.
Although he was an insignificant character, he is now a king, and as a king, he must uphold his responsibilities.
"I shouldn't let those bastards live."
The only one standing in his way of fully gaining control of the crown is the nobility. And to seize full control, he needed help; he needed loyal dogs.
Vizier glanced at the system screen. He was lucky enough to be given a system that might help him survive this world's doom.
Gacha Deluxe.
The system that he had received was a Gacha Deluxe system that allowed him to summon characters, items, and skills.
But not without a cost.
To summon, one needs a summoning card for each category. The only way to earn a category card is through spending reputation points.
Reputation points serve as a currency. But for now, his reputation points were not enough to buy one card.
⌈Reputation Points: 235 + 1 per hour⌋
Per hour, he would be given one point of reputation to be added to his current reputation points. But that number was far too low.
To earn more reputation points, he needed to make an impression.
But for him, the utmost importance was to solidify his position as the king.
Vizier sighed exaggeratedly. The road ahead of him was too narrow and filled with skirmishes.
Although he knew the plot of the novel, that wouldn't help him as of now. He doesn't even know the situation outside the kingdom, so as of the moment, his primary goal would be to make the kingdom truly his.
For that, he has already made some plans.
It was a long and arduous night for Vizier, as he began writing the key arcs of the novel before he forgot.
Afterwards, he began writing his plans for the future of his safety, as well as the overall improvements he could implement in the kingdom.
...
The next day, Vizier was attended to by his servants. He ate his breakfast in the dining room, which was empty; after all, he was the only living royal in the castle.
The breakfast, though, was rather bland in taste.
'I have to improve the food here as well.'
Vizier made a mental note, as after breakfast, he quickly went to his office. The office of the king, where his duties shall take place. Vizier sat in his seat as the servants served him tea.
"Where is the paperwork?" Vizier asked the maid, to which the maid looked at the other servants and responded. "The paperwork is being handled by the chancellor, Your Majesty."
The maid's voice did not show any tone of respect.
Vizier had to stop his face from scowling as he tried to soothe his anger. "Well, bring the paperwork here, I, the king, shall look into it."
"Your majesty, the chancellor has been assigned to oversee the paperwork." The maid responded.
"Even so, I'm the new king. I am the one who will oversee the current affairs of the kingdom." Vizier was trying his best not to burst; after all, he needed the reputation point.
"I'm sorry, your majesty, but it has already been set that the chancellor will take care of the paperwork." The maid once again argued.
At this point, Vizier could not control himself any longer. He did his best to try and conjure an image of a wise king; after all, what he needed was reputation points; he didn't want his reputation points to grow due to infamy.
But, at this moment, he realized that walking in the image of a wise king was suited for the pushovers. He might be young, but he is now a king, yet the king's demands were rejected by a mere servant?
"You." It was clear as day that the servants are using honorifics, but they do not see or even respect him as a king should rightfully deserve.
'Screw that wise king bullshit, if I have to be a tyrant, so be it.'
"You dare! How dare a mere servant defy the order of the king? Do you think I am below the chancellor? How dare you! I am the king of this kingdom, yet a servant dares to look down upon me!"
As Vizier's words fell, the words uttered by the prince greatly shocked the servants. Immediately, the servants kneeled on the ground, bowing their heads.
"We ask for forgiveness, your majesty!"
This enraged Vizier even further; he knew he needed to start nipping the corrupted bud. At first, he thought he should start with the bigger ones, after all, once the leaders fell, the servants would as well follow. But now, his plans have changed. He needed to nip the smaller ones first.
"Guards! Come here right this instant!" Vizier shouted as the guards outside the door knelt in front of him. "Drag these buffoons out of my office! Lock them in the dungeon! I do not want to see these pests in front of me ever again!"
Hearing the young king's orders, the two knights looked at one another with hesitation.
"What? Do you want to be locked in the same dungeon as them?" Vizier warned the two knights, who, after hearing his warning, immediately dragged the four servants out of his office.
"Your majesty, please spare us!"
"Your majesty!"
Vizier held his nose bridge in annoyance. As he turned his head to the servants outside, who were watching the knights drag the servants.
"You, come here!" Vizier ordered one of the servants, who immediately kneeled, trembling in front of him. "Go to the chancellor's office, and grab the paperwork!"
"Y, Yes, your majesty." The servant immediately left the premises.
Vizier slumped on his armchair, trying to soothe himself from his anger.
'Even if I'm called a tyrant, who cares anymore. If I have to be a villain, then so be it.'
Vizier's outburst at the office quickly spread amongst the servants. They have taken care of the prince ever since he was young. The prince was rather timid and weak-willed.
But, after the outburst and the example of the servants being punished, the timid and weak-willed image of the new king quickly vanished.
And instead, the servants have begun to fear him.