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Our story starts in the interior of a mansion, the walls are filled with multiple shelves that hold various treasures, artifacts, weapons and gems, multiple clay golems and homunculi roamed the halls, the house is in calm and silence “WHAT DO YOU IDIOTS MEAN THE QUEEN IS DEAD” until it wasn't, the camera focuses into a girl, her face is contorted into a deep frown, she had thrown a cup of good tea at one of the golems, causing the porcelain to shatter into the floor, hot tea dripping from it's stony body to the floor “That witch, she promised me inimaginable riches if i got her stupid butt on the throne, and yet, i can still pretty much imagine all she's ever given to me” This scoundrel of society is, unfortunately, our protagonist.
“Fuck everything, now what am i supposed to do, the only reason i had access to the Palace was because she permitted me acces trougth the barriers, and now that she's dead the next in line for the crown will reset the barriers… Unless… I take the crown first, yes, yes, you're so smart Leofwine, thanks Leofwine i know” the golems seem to roll their eyes at their creator stroking her ego “2081, polish my grappling hook, 6671, iron my clothes. I'm going to do a little old school teft~” and with an evil smile, the scoundrel delved deeper in her mannor.
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Meanwhile, we focus on a much tasteful sight, a dark room, filled to the brim with shark plushies, illuminated only by a PC's screen, and sitting in front of it “Eat dirt ye arse” was a young girl, her hair was split in the middle, one half being black and the other white, her eyes were also different, red and blue being their color, and, unfortunately for the people of Britain, this girl who has no other interest than gaming and Blahaj, is their future ruler. May god bless their souls