The morning dawn falls upon two bdes.

  King Alexander and Sir Albert stand in the middle of a garden.

  The sound of running water and birds chirping mixed with the csh of swords.

  Sweat dripped off each of the men.

  “Ten thousand dead… from a force of fifteen thousand. The old rat in parliament only offers twenty thousand—to face a force five times its size.” King Alexander said.

  “Don’t forget they’ve also taken over Ikigai and started to use their fortress as a home base.”

  Their bdes mirrored their convictions—one through speech, the other through the bde.

  The King was attacking with heavy swings and leaving himself open.

  Albert's strikes were controlled and precise—but with each swing there was guilt, or was it remorse?

  “Did I just send those boys into the massacre to gain political favor? I heard a story of the Devil once that he executed a group of svers to save a single girl from them.

  Do you think about the men he kills for his ideals?

  Do you think he worries about morality?” King Alexander asked with deep tiredness.

  “Everyone worries about their actions, but some are able to lock away their emotions to do what they must.”

  Bang!

  With a heavy hit, Albert knocked the bde from Alexander's hand, and Albert drew his bde to Alexander's neck.

  “I sometimes think you would be a better fit for such matters than I, Albert.”

  “You give me too much credit, old friend.

  No one is great when every objection seems poor.

  The only thing we can do is step forward and pray for the dead.”

  Albert removed his sword from Alexander's neck and returned it to his sheath.

  “You’re right.

  If every step could lead to destruction or success, but if I only stand still, then I know for sure that the end will come for this kingdom.

  I believe that the parliament has been filled with old, corrupt fools who no longer speak for the people and only care for capital.”

  “So what will you do about it?”

  “I will call upon the masses that live in the walls of the royal capital and ask them if I should dissolve parliament.”

  When Augustus became the first emperor of Rome, he promised the people two things.

  Peace and Security.

  Men will do anything for such things, even accept an emperor.

  “How do you pn on such an act?”

  King Alexander walked to his bde.

  “When parliament was first formed in this country, there was a rule set in pce that if parliament had gone against those they were made to protect, then it could be dissolved. This will only happen if eighty percent of the whole popution agrees.”

  He pulled the sword out of the ground.

  “Due to it being impossible to get everyone around the whole kingdom, we will hold the vote here.

  This kingdom is standing on the gallows, with parliament being the rope that will hang the masses if we decide to continue to py by the rules of old bastards.”

  He raised his sword, pointing it at Albert.

  “Join me, Albert, with the heroes from another world and the people behind us; we can change this kingdom, win the war, and help those who have been abandoned due to the constant fighting between me and the parliament.”

  King Alexander re-sheathed his bde and reached his hand out to Sir Albert.

  “My friend, let’s try and create a better world.”

  Sir Albert reached out and accepted.

  Can this be called a revolution for the people, or will it be deemed a start to a mad king's tale?

  Or in the end will it be both?