Starting Today I'll Work As A City Lord

In the Royal Palace of Siacan Kingdom, which occupies a tenth of the entire city, a heated argument was taking place at this moment.

"I believe the eldest prince is the best candidate to be king. His handling of internal affairs has earned praise from many of the noble families."

"Nonsense, the second prince is the best choice. He quelled the northern rebellion last time."

"That was clearly an innocent merchant caravan. Last time, you used that as an excuse to retaliate after the second prince bumped into you."

"You old fool! What? Do you want to spar with me?"

"..."

In the royal palace's council hall, it was in complete chaos. The ministers supporting the eldest prince, who handled domestic affairs, and the knights supporting the second prince, who was a military leader, were glaring at each other, their spittle flying.

Both were dukes—one handling politics, the other military affairs—completely ignoring the king, who sat on the throne with a dark expression on his face.

"I think the fourth prince is also quite impressive. Recently, he has successfully eradicated the bandits that have been roaming around the outskirts of the capital." Said the city's defense officer.

The defense officer was a marquis, the highest-ranking noble among those who supported the fourth prince.

"Hah! What a joke! Killing a few bandits and he thinks he's grown up?" The knight commander sneered.

"A group of mindless fools. If it weren't for your high taxes, there wouldn't be so many bandits." The interior minister retorted, lashing out with a broad accusation.

"..."

"Cough cough cough..."

The King of Siacan suddenly began coughing violently, causing the noisy people below to awkwardly fall silent. They knew the king was displeased.

"Everyone, leave!" The king's aged face was full of authority as he waved his hand. "This matter will be discussed later."

"This..."

The people in the room exchanged confused glances. Wasn't this meeting supposed to be about discussing the heir to the throne? Why had the king suddenly changed his mind?

But they dared not voice these thoughts. The current King of Siacan had become unpredictable, and just a few years ago, he had killed a duke over a female elf, which had truly shocked many of the high-ranking nobles.

Step, step, step…

Soon, all the nobles had left the council hall. The King of Siacan sat on the throne, his face shadowed with gloom.

Bang!

The King of Siacan suddenly kicked the table in front of him with all his strength, gasping as he growled, "A bunch of damned rebels! Do they really think I'm about to die? Now they're all eager to choose sides?"

Huff, huff, huff…

The next moment, the King nearly lost his breath, slumping to the ground, silently staring at the wrinkled skin and age spots on the back of his hand.

"I really am getting old." The King muttered, his head hanging low, his eyes filled with unwillingness. He was no longer in his prime.

He wasn't the once vigorous king anymore—just an old man entering the twilight of his years. He couldn't even deny his aging now.

"Lucy, where is she?" King Siacan asked slowly.

"Her Highness is currently in her palace." A maid standing nearby immediately responded respectfully.

"Go fetch her!" King Siacan waved his hand dismissively.

He watched the maid's retreating figure, his eyes silently scanning the empty hall, a cold smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Three fools, pulling in so many greedy people. If they can't satisfy them, they'll be devoured in the end."

In recent years, King Siacan, sitting on the throne, had been plagued by nightmares every night, terrified that some high-ranking noble would rise in rebellion. To suppress these ambitious nobles, he had concocted a flimsy excuse about fighting the grand duke over an elf. But it was all just a pretext—he needed a public example to warn the others. He wanted to show them that King Siacan was still capable of wielding a sword.

Indeed, after the grand duke was killed, all the unrest was quelled. Those arrogant nobles no longer dared to act so boldly.

"It's only been a short while, and these people are at it again," King Siacan sighed. "If I hadn't fought for this throne, would I have been better off...?"

"Don't talk nonsense. If you hadn't fought for it, maybe you would have been dead by now," King Siacan thought of his brothers, all of whom he had buried with his own hands.

Tap, tap, tap…

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed, and a blonde-haired, golden-eyed young woman rushed in from outside. She was Princess Lucy, King Siacan's youngest daughter.

"Father, why are you sitting on the floor?" Princess Lucy exclaimed anxiously, reaching out to help the king, but was quickly stopped with a wave of his hand.

"I'm not so old that I need help getting up," King Siacan said, trembling as he stood. Looking at his daughter, who wore a worried expression, he softened his tone. "What have you been studying recently?"

"I... I..." Princess Lucy blushed slightly, turned her head away, and whispered, "I've been thinking of writing a romantic story about a great lord and a princess."

"Oh? This time, the female protagonist is a princess?" King Siacan raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Could it be about you? Looks like Lucy is thinking of marriage, too."

"No, no! You're being inappropriate, Father!" Princess Lucy flustered, stomping her foot. "I just want to write a different kind of story!"

COUGH, COUGH, COUGH...

King Siacan was choked by his daughter's words and let out a sigh, shaking his head. "Go out for a walk, maybe it will help you come up with more ideas."

"Ah?" Princess Lucy blinked her golden eyes, astonished. "Father, you want me to go out there?"

"Leave the Siacan Kingdom and visit other cities. Expand your horizons." King Siacan said seriously.

Among all his children, the one he was most worried about was Lucy. The competition for the throne would only get fiercer. Right now, it was all open rivalry, but he feared that before long, the covert methods would also come into play.

His youngest daughter, Lucy, had a certain level of prestige throughout the entire kingdom of Siacan, and she would undoubtedly be a target for the princes vying for power. Everyone wanted her support.

If they couldn't win her support, they might resort to destroying her. After all, "If I can't have her, neither can you." People with such thoughts were not few.

"But Father, what will you do if I leave?" Princess Lucy frowned.

"I? I'm fine. Why are you worried about me?" King Siacan smiled.

"Big brother, second brother, and fourth brother are causing quite a stir. I'm afraid..." Lucy lowered her head timidly and didn't finish her sentence.

"Hmph! No matter how fierce they are, they are still my sons," King Siacan snorted. "I don't believe I can't control them."

"Mm-hmm!" Lucy nodded, but there was a hint of concern in her eyes.

"Go," King Siacan waved his hand. "Think about where you want to go. Let me know, and I'll send people to escort you."

"Mm! Okay!" Lucy nodded obediently and quietly left.

King Siacan sat silently, watching her figure disappear at the door of the conference hall.

"There's not much time left!"

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