Imperial Lord Is Too Popular の小説・ストーリー

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

"Cassandra was a good woman who didn't have a good father, ruining her happiness." Daniel snorted, disdainfully glancing at Richard. "You don't need to comment on these matters." "I'm not commenting, just stating the facts to wake you up," Richard said. "What do you want me to realize?" Daniel asked. "Our name, Imperial Dragon, 'Imperial' means to protect, but it's also a homophone for 'to control,'" Richard explained. "So what?" Daniel asked coldly. "But this control shouldn't be by one person alone," Richard continued.

According to an inside story from the Lord I'm staying with, he said that the other Lords plan to slowly wipe away the spies that even the king won't notice. Properly before he could it would have been too late. According to them, it is never done and a ruler of a country can never be the ruler of the underworld at the same time. They don't want to be the laughing stock of other countries' underworlds, so they are not ready to become the first underworld to allow that. It will portray not only shame but also weakness.

Now I was shedded with light sa kung anong meron sa mundong ginagalawan ko. All this time, I thought we were governed by a president, but no. "Alam mo ang worst part?" She said, I intently listened. "Nawawala ngayon ang mga royalties, at kasalukuyang pinaplano ni Duke Raven Hellion na siya o ang anak niya ang mamuno sa Imperyo. Pero..." Lumapit siya sa 'kin. "Sabi ng iba, malupit raw ang Duke ng Hellion Duchy. May tsimis rin na hindi na babalik pa ang mga royalty dahil pinatay raw ang mga ito."

With that said, Beggar King did not continue as Tyr was deep in thought. The amount of information contained within the two short sentences was simply overwhelming. First of all, War Emperor— War Emperor was the Lord of Six Doors. Tyr did not expect him to be of the Four Noble Imperial Families of the Imperial Capital City. To think the actual name of the Lord was Silas Regulus; what a domineering name. The other was Mad King, Dalton Alroy—whether it was the surname or the title of Mad King, it allowed Tyr to relate him with Mad King because he had the berserk blood within him. His mother was also surnamed Alroy.

“Princess, with respect, you don’t understand the realities of—” “I understand more than you think,” I said, not unkindly. “The law stands. If you can not abide by it, you are free to seek your fortune somewhere else—under a different moon.” I let the phrase hang: *a different moon*. Everyone in this hall knew exactly how few places would welcome a lord who advertised that he couldn’t function without exploiting omegas. Lord Farrow’s jaw clenched. He bowed, stiff and shallow. “As you say, Your Highness,” he said tightly.

Alaric said to me. “Spread? Are we that well known in Imperial City?” I questioned and it was actually a very valid question. After all, Imperial City is a place that presidents, business moguls and most famous actresses stay. It's comparable to Hannam-Dong in Seoul, Korea.

"Why?" "The platform is dominated by the forces of the Immortals. Earth people are discriminated against. Sometimes, when we apply, we are not only abused but are also beaten by them." "Oh! Why? Why hasn't there been a powerful person of Earth?" "These bastards are simply targeting us. As long as someone from Earth kills 99 people, about to finish killing a hundred people, those bastards from the Immortals will send people to make trouble. As long as we lose once, we won't get the title of Defeating a Hundred People."

Aurora was utterly content. The receiving of gifts was went by uneventfully. The only novelty among the treasures sent from all parts of the globe was from Lord Turpilius. He had gifted the Empress a small painted portrait of himself. "Lord Turpilius thinks very highly of himself. What am I supposed to do with this?" She asked of no one in particular. Chief Zan, who was looking on the event with interest, smirked, "I suggest Emperor Devrim use it for target practice."

"Do you think they survived the collapse?" "The institution? Maybe pieces of it," Dominic said, his jaw tightening. "Without the Architect feeding them data and artificial influence, the high-born Lords are just men with too much pride and not enough resources. But that makes them dangerous. Desperate men don't care about simulations; they care about survival and power."