The Silent Conspiracy
Despite Solis' decisive punishment of Count Crest, many nobles refused to learn their lesson.
Instead, they grew resentful.
In secret halls and private gatherings, they whispered amongst themselves:
"That boy dares to threaten us?"
"He thinks he can rule without the nobility?"
"A child does not command the kingdom—we do!"
It didn't take long for those whispers to turn into action.
A faction of powerful noble families conspired to assassinate Solis.
Their plan?
To poison his next royal banquet and frame it on a rebellious commoner faction.
Unfortunately for them, Solis was already five steps ahead.
The Gathering of Fools
That evening, a lavish noble gathering took place in one of the grand halls of the royal palace.
All high-ranking noble families were present, along with their personal guards and servants.
It was a night of feasting, wine, and deceit.
Unbeknownst to them, Solis had planted his own spies among the servants, carefully watching every noble's movements.
As Solis entered the hall, all eyes turned to him.
He strode to the throne-like seat at the head of the banquet table, his expression calm, unreadable.
Then, the first sip of poisoned wine was served.
One of the noblemen, visibly eager, raised his goblet and smiled.
"To the reign of our mighty King Solis," he toasted, his voice sickly sweet.
The rest of the nobles followed suit, their fake smiles barely concealing their intent.
Solis lifted his own goblet, his golden eyes scanning the room.
Then, without breaking eye contact, he poured his wine onto the floor.
The hall fell into stunned silence.
A tense pause.
Solis stood.
"It seems the wine is tainted," he mused, "just like the nobles who served it."
A sudden, sharp clap echoed through the hall.
The doors slammed shut.
Every Royal Knight in the palace entered, weapons drawn.
The nobles froze in horror.
"W-what is the meaning of this?" one of them demanded.
Solis simply stepped forward.
"The meaning is simple," he said coldly.
"I grow tired of your arrogance."
The Tyrant's Judgment
With a slight motion of his hand, the temperature in the hall spiked.
The air shimmered.
Sweat dripped from the faces of every noble present.
And then—
Flames erupted.
Columns of golden fire sprang from the ground, trapping the nobles within.
Panic set in.
Screams echoed as the traitors realized—
There would be no mercy.
"You sought to poison me?" Solis' voice was calm, but laced with terrifying authority.
He raised a hand, and the flames intensified, forcing the nobles to their knees.
"You forget that your power comes from the crown. I am not just your King—I am your ruler, your judge, and if need be… your executioner."
One noble dared to lunge at him, drawing a hidden blade.
Solis didn't flinch.
With a flick of his wrist, a sphere of burning sunlight materialized.
Cruel Sun.
The blazing orb expanded instantly, reducing the noble to ashes in an instant.
The rest of the nobles gasped in horror.
Their arrogance was shattered.
Their fear was absolute.
One by one, they begged for forgiveness.
Solis smiled.
But it wasn't a kind smile.
"Forgiveness?" he repeated, stepping forward.
He raised his hand—
And in that moment, judgment fell upon them.
Reactions from the Kingdom
The Nobility
The next morning, noble families across the kingdom were thrown into chaos.
Half of the treacherous nobles were dead.
The rest? Stripped of their titles and wealth, cast out in disgrace.
Their families, once powerful, were reduced to nothing.
Some nobles fled the kingdom in fear, whispering of the monster that now sat on the throne.
Others, those who had not been involved in the plot, were paralyzed with terror.
For the first time in centuries, the nobility trembled before the King.
The Commoners
The news spread like wildfire among the common people.
And their reaction?
Celebration.
For years, they had suffered under the corrupt noble class, watching as greedy lords hoarded wealth and resources.
Now?
The King had struck them down.
In the streets, merchants toasted his name.
In the villages, peasants cheered.
Even the poorest farmers whispered:
"The Tyrant King… our king."
Solis had become a symbol of justice.
The Magic Knights
The Magic Knight Captains were divided.
Some, like Fuegoleon Vermillion, respected his decisive action.
"Corruption weakens our kingdom. Solis has done what was necessary."
Others, like Jack the Ripper, simply grinned.
"Heh. Finally, a King with some guts."
But others—like Nozel Silva—were less pleased.
"The Vermillion boy is reckless. A king should not act so barbarically."
Even within the Magic Knights, Solis had shifted the balance of power.
Julius Novachrono
When Julius heard the news, he simply sighed.
His face was unreadable as he stared at the reports.
"You're moving too quickly, Solis," he murmured.
Though he understood why Solis had acted, he knew that such actions would create more enemies.
"The old nobles are finished… but new threats will rise."
He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.
"The boy is already becoming a legend. But at what cost?"
A New Era of Fear
The message was clear:
Defy the King, and you will burn.
From that day forward, a new title spread among the people.
They whispered it in fear.
They muttered it in awe.
The Tyrant King.
Solis did not deny it.
For the kingdom to rise—
The old ways had to burn.