My King System

Chapter 88 - True Nature

Back at the kingdom which Theophill ruled over, the guards continued to rally as many men as possible to fight in the battle against the emotionless killer known as Yuki. They needed as many troops as possible as a battle against such a high level player would not go over well if they didn't give it their all. 

"How many warriors have we gathered so far?" Theophill asked one of the guards which was stationed in the throne room. 

"Roughly 1000 warriors. We'll continue to look for any who are hiding to avoid the draft," the guard replied.

The throne room was much like the 8th stage's throne room from the first dungeon which Yuki had cleared. The large pillars with banners stuck to them with the use of large spears. A long red carpet that stretched from the double door entrance all the way to the ruler's throne. It was the epitome of royalty. It was hard to imagine that each kingdom had a structure which resembled a castle. 

Creating each one of the kingdoms was an easy task for Zero. However, since Yuki requested them to be spread out all over the world, the global population had to be split up. A metripolition would not be able to exist for many years to come due to that fact. 

While some kingdoms had the luxury of being in warm climates which contained rich soil to grow crops, there were many that didn't have that. As such, the people would have to resort to harsh measures to survive. The wild life flourished in the new world as the habitats of many animals weren't destroyed due to human greed yet. This allowed the humans who were able to grow their own crops to return to their ancestral traditions of hunting. 

Outside the castle doors of the kingdom which Theophill ruled over, one of the royal guards had found someone who was attempting to escape their military duty. It was a bearded man with medieval clothing and messy brown hair. He was attempting to conceal himself in a barrel right outside his house. His plan was to avoid the royal guards which would look through every person's house. So he figured that if he hid outside, he would avoid them. 

Unfortunately for him, the guards checked the entire house and made sure to interrogate his wife. In her hand was her child which looked to be no older than 1 years old. 

"Where is the father of that child?" the guard asked. 

"When we were brought into this world, his father told us that he was tired of being stuck with me and left us both alone so he could explore the world and feel free," the woman began to sob. 

"N-no," the guard said as he stuttered thinking that he made her cry. 

"Sorry for bringing up a bad memory," the guard said as he began to exit the 2 story home.

As he left, he felt infuriated. 

"How could someone leave such a beautiful wife on her own," the guard grunted. 

The woman followed behind the guard to close the door once he left. However, that would be a mistake. 

As the guard walked out of the door, he spotted the barrel which was stationed to the left of the house door. Without thinking, the guard kicked the barrel in anger. The guard had kicked the barrel a bit harder than he intended to, which caused the barrel to fall over, in turn exposing the woman's husband. 

At the sight of the husband, the guard's face turned red in anger. His traditional medieval armour seemed to overheat just from it. The guard turned around to face the woman, slowly turning his head. As he looked behind her, her face looked whiter than a ghost. She didn't know what to do as she never expected her plan to fail. 

"This wouldn't be the so called husband that left you.. would it?" the guard asked slowly however he added an irritated tone to it which made it seem as if one wrong answer could mean the end of her life. 

The woman was completely frozen in place. She didn't know what to say. Even if she were to say that the man that fell out of the barrel wasn't her husband. She would then have to come up with an excuse as to why he was in there in the first place. Furthermore, if she were have been found lying twice, her punishment would be even more severe. 

"What do I do? I'll surely be executed. Then what will happen to my baby?" the woman scrambled to think of something, however she did not have any plan to help both her, her husband and baby escape all together. A sacrifice would have to be made which she fully recognized. 

The woman opened her mouth to speak and at the exact moment she did so, her husband, who was in the barrel stepped out of it.

"That man is not my husband. He came to me and forced me to help him hide or he'd kill both me and my baby. Please help us," the woman lied.

Right as she finished her sentence, the man began to sprint towards the kingdom's gate as to escape his fate. 

This was not part of their plan. They both intended to live together happily for the rest of their lives. They had completely believed that they loved each other and would sacrifice the world for one another. However, that was clearly not the case. The wife knew that if she lied about who the man was to her, he would either be sent to the battle or worse, executed. On the other hand, her husband fled in fear for his own life. At that moment, he completely forgot about both his wife and child. All that mattered to him was his own life. 

As this was the human's natural greed. Nothing was more important to a person than their own life. 

The guard attempted to chase after the man however the armour which he wore made him a lot slower than the man, as such, the woman's husband was able to escape. However, this sparked new concerns which led to the kingdom closing it's entrance/exit gates so no one would escape the draft. This of course should have been done sooner from a military perspective however, the ruler of their kingdom was not elected but enforced upon the people. 

As for the woman, she faked her tears and was comforted by the guard temporarily and would later live alone as he took care of her son alone. 

This same scenario was not a rare one as events such as these occurred and would occur both in their previous and new world.