Inside the magnificent, spacious palace,
Old Gick, who usually dressed sloppily, had exceptionally put on glasses today. He stared solemnly at the memorials in his hands.
"You look pretty convincing, old man."
Hearing the voice, Old Gick looked up. A young man in a dark red suit and black overcoat stood before him.
Over three meters tall, with long legs and a perfectly toned, muscular build, Black Long Hair, and a handsome, sharply sculpted face—he could not be summed up by the word "handsome" alone.
He was sitting beside the desk, biting into a piece of palace fruit.
Seeing Austin dressed like this, a hint of a smile finally appeared on Old Gick's stern face.
"Those new clothes suit you, brat!"
"Gotta switch up my style sometimes."
Austin casually picked up a sheet of paper from the desk. It was filled with matters like taxes and public security.
"Hey, old man, you became King to enjoy yourself. Don't work yourself sick.
No matter how lax your rule is, it'll still be far better than the previous King's oppression. The people will thank you."
"Well... that's true..."
After easing his aching shoulders, Old Gick hopped down from the throne.
To be honest, he did not really know how to govern. When reviewing documents, he just wrote whatever he felt like writing.
For example, during the recent transition of power, a group of commoners had rioted. After seeing the report, Old Gick directly wrote:
"Beat the hell out of them!"
Also, more and more young people from the kingdom had recently gone out to sea to become pirates. His response had been:
"Promising! Tell them to come home more often!!"
Those bizarre replies always left the people below utterly confused, but they could only follow his orders.
"Come on, let's take a