A few days later, in Tingen City.
Klein stared at the newspaper with a strange expression.
The front-page headline used bold lettering that almost seemed ready to tear through the paper. Its wording was blunt: "New king crowned: the return of a golden age?"
The accompanying photograph showed the coronation of the new king, Augustus V, but he was not its focus.
The man standing beside him in a black formal suit, whose face looked vaguely familiar, was the real star.
Edwin Howard, the new Prime Minister of the Loen Kingdom.
And, like Klein, a fellow transmigrator from Blue Star—
Klein tossed the newspaper onto his desk, piled high with documents, with a smack.
Then he picked up the coffee on his desk and took a sip. Bitterness spread from the back of his tongue all the way down his throat.
The events of the past few days had been more outrageous than every webnovel he had ever read put together.
First, George III had committed suicide in the royal palace out of fear of punishment. The official account was that he had taken an overdose of sleeping medication.
Next, the Prime Minister and a large number of implicated nobles had been put on public trial for treason.
Finally, his "fellow transmigrator" had risen straight to the top, becoming the most powerful man in the country overnight. He had even personally placed the crown on the new king's head.
If supernatural powers had not been stirring things up behind the scenes, Klein would twist his own head off and kick it around like a ball.
According to the scattered rumors he had heard from Miss Justice.
Apparently, the sky over Backlund had split open that night. Indescribable monsters had crawled out of the rift, followed by the appearance of a