(The Duke) Former Thief Who Doesnt Want to Be King 1
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This side story doesnt end in one chapter.
Hmm.
Sbos slowly opened his eyes.
What spread out before his eyes was the pale blue morning sky.
What he felt on his cheeks was the cool, moist air, slightly chilly.
Nn nn
Sbos slowly moved his neck, checking his surroundings.
What reached his ears was the sound of peoples voices, chattering, from a distance.
He could also hear the clinking of dishes and the delicious aroma of soup wafted over.
But he couldnt see them.
Because he was in a small, partitioned-off space, like a square room, surrounded by curtains.
It seems hes lying on a stretcher, placed in this section.
Grrr
His stomach growled.
First I have to get up
Sbos muttered, and tried to throw off the thin blanket covering him from the chest down.
But he couldnt.
His hands and feet, hidden under the blanket, seemed to be tightly bound by something like ropes.
And on top of that
Tired
Sbos realized that he was feeling an intense fatigue, heavy and clinging to him like mud.
Hes not the type of person who enjoys exercising.
And even though hes trying to look young, hes old.
And yet, even though it was with the help of Last Dreams power, he rampaged around.
Theres no way he wouldnt be tired.
He gave up on trying to get up, and just stared at the pale blue sky, which was gradually brightening.
Hmm? Oh Shishishi, youre awake.
Some time later.
A voice called out to Sbos, who was in a daze.
Its a young rough voice a mans voice.
Simultaneously, the sound of curtains rustling.
The clanking of armor.
It seems like several people entered the section where Sbos was lying.
Who?
Sbos, too tired to even speak or move, just tilted his head slightly, turning only his eyes towards the voice.
And then
He was surprised.
His eyes widened, his mouth agape.
He let out a silent scream.
Because the slender man standing there leading knights and soldiers
Nidero brother !?
Yes.
The man standing there no matter how you look at it
Looked exactly like his cousin the infamous tyrant, the previous king, La Nidero Ashgo, in his younger days.
So this is the afterlife?
Shishishi Dont be silly The violent, gluttonous brat priest from the Holy Goddess religion I know, said, Theres no such thing. Youre alive, and so am I.
The young, slender man said to the confused Sbos, scratching his head and chuckling wryly, and then sighed.
Anyway, my name isnt Nidero. It seems thats my grandfathers name.
What !?
Old memories came flooding back to Sbos!
The tyrant Nideros two good-for-nothing sons.
One tried to escape across the sea, and his ship sank.
He was confirmed dead at the time.
But the other fled east by land and disappeared.
So this man
This young man, the spitting image of the tyrant Nidero
Im a former thief, now a scout. But Im not just any scout I was the scout of a heros party. I was proud of that, and I still wish to be
The young man started to introduce himself, staring at Sbos, whose eyes were wide with surprise.
His face, casting a shadow in the morning sun, looked somewhat lonely.
Your Highness.
The serious-looking female knight with glasses next to him, coughed.
Hearing that, the young man stopped talking and chuckled.
And then
But! I was begged, tearfully, by Old Man Bokji and the others, and I couldnt refuse! So from today, this Dawn Day, for a limited time, Ill be the figurehead king of this country!
The man puffed out his chest, put on a big smile, showing no trace of the loneliness from before, and announced his name!
La Zydeo Ashgo! Thats my name now Nice to meet you!!
Question: Whats that La that Sbos and Zydeo put before their names?
Answer: I dont know.
Probably something that people with the royal bloodline of Ashgo use.
TL Note: From here on, I am starting to transition to authors original line spacing in chapters. Feel free to leave any comments if people prefer the system I used for the past 100 chapters instead.