Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win
Chapter 111: Volume Epilogue [2]

Chapter 111: Volume Epilogue [2]

[Forest of Death.]

[Eldergrove.]

The now renovated palace situated in the middle of the forest looked beautiful.

The things that made it look old were all gone, replaced by new decorations.

Small glowing lights illuminated the statues and trees.

Tens of small lamps showing the light over the path leading inside.

Akamir walked down the path as he observed the place.

’It look a lot better now.’

He thought, nodding at how good work Mira had done.

Akamir reached the palace steps, hands tucked in his pockets.

The stone walls had been cleaned and polished, no longer covered in moss or cracked by time.

The trees around the palace swayed gently with the breeze.

At the entrance, Mira stood waiting for him.

She wore a long, dark-blue robe with silver threads along the edges, her hair tied loosely behind her back.

Though her eyes were blindfolded, her face sparkled a little when she saw him.

The judge of apathy bowed deeply as he reached closer.

"My Lord."

Akamir gave her a nod. "How are things going?"

Mira straightened her back as she ’looked’ at him.

"Everything is fine, master," she said. "Everything is under control."

Akamir gave a nod as he walked past her. "Good job."

The girl beamed with happiness at the compliment but kept her face straight.

She began to follow behind him as he walked inside the main hall.

"Are mimickers creating any problems?" Akamir asked, glancing back at her.

"No, my Lord." She shook her head. "Rest assured, they will do nothing that upsets you."

Akamir gave her a slight nod as he began to walk down towards the basement.

The place where Nayomi’s treasure was placed.

The stone stairs to the basement were cool beneath his feet.

Dimly lit by flickering blue lanterns that hung along the walls.

The deeper he went, the colder the place got.

Finally, he reached the place where the mountains of coins were present.

Two distorted mimickers were guarding the place.

They both bowed deeply as he walked inside the room.

Mira followed behind him inside.

"You haven’t used any of these coins, right?" Akamir asked, glancing back at her.

She shook her head. "Like you have instructed, we only used gold bars if needed."

"Hmm."

The coins, even though in a large sum, do not belong to this era.

They have a different stamp on them, and using these would be foolish.

’And I don’t really want the fucking reserve bank on my ass.’

Akamir was sure that they would definitely try to investigate if he used these coins.

He let out a sigh as he glanced back at Nayomi.

The blonde woman floated in the air, looking at him.

She pointed at a direction. "It should be there."

Akamir nodded and walked where she pointed.

He walked past a sealed scroll wrapped in chains.

Past a glass case holding what looked like a cracked heart still beating, and reached a small black box near the edge of the platform.

This was the one Nayomi mentioned.

Inside it was the potion.

The supposed cure for the poison that Lucien gave him.

He bent down and opened it slowly.

A small vial sat within.

Purple liquid shimmered inside, glowing faintly as if it had a pulse of its own.

Akamir showed it to Nayomi. "Is this the one?"

"Yes," she replied, nodding her head. "This is the one."

Akamir nodded once as he opened the lid and drank it down.

’It’s bitter.’

He thought, feeling the aftertaste on his tongue.

There was no otherworldly reaction or anything like that.

Akamir felt nothing abnormal in his body.

’I guess this worked.’

Akamir thought, rubbing the back of his neck.

With a sigh, he looked back at Mira.

She straightened at his gaze, waiting for his command.

"Call all the remaining Sins," Akamir said. "We are having a meeting."

"Yes, my Lord."

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Within a few minutes, the great hall of the palace began to fill with presence.

Akamir sat on the throne of swords, his body relaxed as he waited for them.

There were no fancy moments or anything special.

The Sins came and knelt down in front of the throne.

Only Elore, the priest of doubt, wasn’t present.

The rest arrived at his call.

Akamir looked down at them as he tried remembering their names.

’The Martyr of Obsession.’

Akamir thought, looking at the woman, the one with no eyes, mouth or nose.

Akamir remembered naming her Elene.

His gaze then shifted to the ’Twin of Hypocrisy.’

Varion and Vear.

His gaze then shifted to ’Cradle of Fear’ who was the mass of limbs and sobbing faces.

Mentally, it was a child with the name Araxie.

Finally, there was the ’Monk of Pride.’

Whose name was Riven.

They all bowed down in front of him.

"Stand up."

Akamir said, and they complied immediately.

The Sins rose together, their forms unsettling in the low light of the hall.

Some were humanoid.

Some were not.

Yet all of them obeyed Akamir without question.

Elene, the Martyr of Obsession, stood still as a statue.

Her faceless head tilted slightly, ’looking’ at the judge of apathy who stood beside Akamir.

"Master."

Akamir heard Elene’s voice in his head.

"Can I stand by your side as well?"

Akamir looked at her in confusion but nodded nonetheless. "Sure."

Her doll-like body skipped a few steps as she quickly took the place on his left.

Needless to say, Mira wasn’t keen on her behaviour.

Akamir looked at the Sins once again.

"One question," he said, his voice curious. "Can you guys copy the potential of the human you eat?"

There was a silence in the place before the Monk of Pride stepped forward.

"Yes, my Lord," he said, his voice arrogant yet subdued. "We can mimic everything."

Akamir gave him a nod as he leaned comfortably on his throne.

He rested his elbow on the armrest of the throne, fingers brushing his lips in thought.

’Should I really waste them on beings like humans?’ he wondered, looking at them. ’Using them on the heads of other races would be better.’

Still, Akamir planned to use them anyway.

They are free right now.

Akamir rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"I want all the normal mimickers to start selecting targets," he said.

"Not random civilians or nobles. I want people with skills—knights, scholars, alchemists, mages but with a rotten personality."

Vear raised a hand. "Should we replace them?"

"No," Akamir replied. "I want the mimickers to learn their way of fighting. Do not harm any until asked."

Akamir’s eyes settled on the twins for a moment longer before shifting back to the rest.

"This world is slow," he continued. "Outdated. Lazy. I don’t intend to rely on the systems already in place. I’ll create my own."

Riven tilted his head slightly. "And the church?"

"They’ll be dealt with," Akamir said. "In time."

Akamir still had no idea how powerful the church really was.

But at the same time, he was aware the biggest problem for the mimickers was the holy Aura.

Something that the believers of church possess.

"Elene."

Akamir said, glancing up at her.

She bowed, speaking in his head. "Yes, master?"

"Select the favourite mimickers you like," Akamir ordered, looking at her. "And create an information network."

She tilted her head in confusion. "Pardon?"

"It’s just as I said," Akamir said, looking at her. "I want you to take over the information network of the kingdom."

She paused to think for a moment before she nodded.

"It shall be done, master."

She replied, bowing once again.

"Mira."

"Yes, my Lord?"

"I want the kingdom," Akamir said, looking at her. "In two months."

The judge of apathy’s face turned serious.

"I will send the mimickers to infiltrate the army," Mira replied, bowing at him. "And with Elene’s help, we can stun the royal family’s aid for help."

Akamir gave her a nod as he stood up from his throne.

Akamir stretched his arms, cracking his neck as he stepped down from the throne.

The Sins gave him way as he walked out.

Nayomi, who had been quiet all this time, moved closer.

"Are you planning to rule the humans?" she asked, her voice curious.

"No," Akamir shook his head. "I just don’t want Aldirc on the throne."

Nayomi smiled. "Inara it is."

"...."

Akamir walked out of the throne room as he reached the courtyard.

The thousands of Mimickers that stood outside bowed deeply at his presence.

Akamir quietly looked at them.

Even though he never wanted to be a king again.

Even though he just wanted a calm and simple life.

’....This world doesn’t want me to be in peace.’

Akamir thought, as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Aldirc did one thing that he should have never done.

He challenged a real King.

And now...

Akamir was coming to take it all from him.

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[End of Volume One.] [1-111]