Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me-Chapter 375 - 374: Kill All The Nobles

Hecrad stands on the balcony of the city lord's hall, pale and unsteady, watching it unfold.

Kevom stands beside him, arms crossed.

"So this is how it feels," Kevom mutters. "Being the weaker race in your own home."

Hecrad doesn't answer.

Below them, a group of former slaves walks freely for the first time. A bearkin hesitates before crossing a street, glancing around as if waiting for someone to strike him. When nothing happens, he slowly straightens his back.

A lamia lifts her head, eyes wet.

They are cautious.

But they are free.

Behind Hecrad, footsteps approach.

Alix enters the balcony without ceremony.

The air shifts the instant he appears.

Not violently.

Just… undeniably.

Hecrad turns and bows his head.

"My lord."

Kevom follows a heartbeat later.

Alix rests his hands behind his back and looks out over the city.

"This place will change quickly," Alix says. "Some will adapt. Some will resist."

His gaze sharpens slightly.

"The nobles will not."

Hecrad stiffens.

He already knows what's coming.

"They are attempting to flee," Alix continues calmly. "Caravans are forming at the western and southern gates. Thousands of monster slaves are being loaded into cages."

Kevom curses under his breath.

Alix turns his eyes to Hecrad.

"Destroy the noble families of this city."

The words land without emotion.

Without hesitation.

"They built their wealth on chains," Alix says. "Erase them."

Hecrad feels something cold settle in his chest.

"…Yes," he answers. "It will be done."

Alix nods once.

Then he's gone, as if he was never there.

Only the lingering pressure of his authority remains.

Hecrad exhales slowly and turns to Kevom.

"Kevom."

Kevom meets his eyes.

"You already know," Kevom says.

Hecrad nods.

"Kill any noble who tries to flee," Hecrad orders. His voice is steady, though his hands tremble slightly. "Intercept every caravan. Free the slaves. Burn their assets. End their bloodlines if you must."

Kevom's jaw tightens.

"Understood."

He pauses.

Then adds quietly, "This makes us executioners."

Hecrad looks back at the streets.

"It is what it is, we don't have a choice," Hecrad says.

Kevom gives a short, humorless laugh.

"Yeah."

He turns and strides away.

----

The western road becomes a slaughter ground before noon.

Noble caravans race across the plains, escorted by private guards and bound monsters dragging iron cages behind them. Some nobles scream orders from gilded carriages. Others clutch spirit stones, trying to summon reinforcements that will never arrive.

Kevom descends on them like a storm.

He moves through guards with ruthless efficiency, blade flashing, magic cracking through armor and bone. Horses collapse. Wheels shatter. Carriages overturn.

A fat noble tumbles from his carriage, crawling through mud.

"Please!" the man sobs. "We just want to leave this cit—"

Kevom plants his boot on the noble's back.

"I don't want to hear it."

His blade comes down.

Elsewhere, soldiers loyal to Hecrad surround fleeing estates inside the city.

Gates are broken.

Vaults are seized.

Noble mansions burn.

Families that once ruled entire districts are dragged into the streets, their monster slaves freed in front of them.

A woman shrieks as a wolfkin steps out of a cage, collar falling to the ground.

"You belong to me!" she screams.

The wolfkin killed her.

Then walks away.

----

The screams fade by nightfall.

Smoke hangs over the city like a low ceiling of ash. Fires still burn in the noble quarter, casting long orange shadows across broken streets. The once-proud estates are nothing but blackened shells, their banners trampled into the mud.

Former slaves gather in plazas and empty markets, unsure where to go now that the chains are gone. Some cling to each other. Others sit in stunned silence. A few kneel toward the monster patrols, not out of submission, but gratitude.

Humans watch from doorways and rooftops.

Some with hatred.

Some with fear.

Some with quiet relief.

Alix occupies a secluded chamber deep within the city lord's hall.

The room is spacious, built for rulers who liked excess, polished obsidian floors, tall arched windows, and walls inlaid with faintly glowing mana veins. Heavy curtains block most of the light, leaving the chamber bathed in a muted blue haze.

Zevran lies sprawled on a wide couch near the window, wings partially folded, tail flicking lazily as he sleeps. Every so often, he lets out a low, content rumble.

In the corner of the room, Mero sits cross-legged atop a floating disc of condensed mana. Thin streams of energy spiral into his body as he cultivates, slowly repairing the damage from the battle.

The air around him hums softly.

Alix stands near the center of the room.

A transparent screen floats before his eyes.

He studies it in silence.

[ALIX]

Level: 600

Population: 110,261,030

Gold Coins: 75,836,728

Erevaris Kingdom

Capital City: Noctaris City

City: 43

Soldiers: 12,460,239

Alix exhales quietly.

"My gold went up from fifty million to seventy-five million," he mutters.

He flicks his fingers, scrolling through submenus only he can see.

Too bad, they use mana stones as currency here… so naturally there's more mana stone than gold coins.

He taps his chin thoughtfully.

"I'll need at least a hundred gold coins to construct a long-range teleportation portal," he says to himself. "Three Kingdom continent is just too far."

The screen ripples faintly as he closes it.

Just then, a knock echoes through the chamber.

Alix turns his head slightly.

"Enter."

The doors open.

Vordon steps inside, tall and broad-shouldered, his armor still bearing fresh scratches from the day's fighting. He drops to one knee immediately.

"My lord."

Zevran stirs but doesn't wake.

Mero remains in deep cultivation.

Alix gestures lightly.

"Speak."

Vordon rises.

His voice carries restrained excitement.

"My lord, nearly a hundred thousand monsters who were previously slaves have volunteered to join our forces."

Alix's eyes sharpen.

Vordon continues, "They're lining up outside the eastern barracks right now. Many of them have combat experience. Some were gladiators. Others were used as enforcers by the nobles."

He allows himself a faint smile.

"Our active field army now exceeds two hundred thousand."

Alix nods slowly.

"That's good."

He turns toward the window, looking out at the distant glow of fires and patrol lights.

"Train them properly," Alix says. "Discipline first. Formation second. Individual strength comes after."

Vordon bows his head.

"Yes, my lord."

Alix's tone hardens slightly.

"We only have a week before we continue forward."

Vordon straightens.

"A week, that will be enough to make them a proper soldiers." he repeats.

Alix nodded, and folds his hands behind his back.

"And keep the troops on alert," Alix adds. "We don't know when the humans will retaliate. Losing a major city won't go unnoticed."

Vordon nods firmly.

"I'll rotate patrols and increase perimeter watch. Scouts are already being dispatched."

"Good."

Alix pauses, then glances toward Mero.

"Don't disturb me unless it's urgent."

"Understood."

Vordon hesitates for a moment.

"My lord… the humans inside the city are restless."

Alix's gaze remains calm.

"Let them be," he says. "Fear fades. Reality doesn't."

Vordon bows deeply.

"I'll see it done."

He turns and leaves quietly, closing the doors behind him.

The chamber falls silent again.

Only Mero's circulating mana and Zevran's slow breathing fill the room.

Alix returns to the window.

Far below, monsters patrol streets that once belonged exclusively to humans. Freed slaves walk beside soldiers. Old hierarchies crumble with every passing hour.

----

Far to the east, beyond conquered roads and burning noble estates, Luminaris City stands untouched by war.

For now.

White spires rise into pale clouds. Sunlight reflects off crystal bridges and enchanted domes. Mana lamps glow softly even in daylight, lining avenues wide enough for entire battalions to march through.

The heart of the kingdom.

Inside the royal district, silence rules. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

In the highest castle, within a chamber reserved only for blood relatives of the crown, Duke Charles walks slowly down a marble corridor. His boots echo against the polished floor. Servants bow as he passes, their expressions tight, eyes lowered.

Two royal guards open a pair of heavy doors for him.

Warm air mixed with medicinal incense flows out.

Charles steps inside.

The royal chamber is dim, curtains drawn to soften the light. Healing arrays glow faintly across the floor, layered circles of runes humming with restrained power. Bottles of elixirs line gilded shelves. The smell of herbs and mana saturation hangs thick in the air.

At the center of the room lies Alden.

He is propped up by cushions on an ornate bed, skin pale, breathing shallow. His hands trembling slightly as they rest atop a silk blanket.