Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me-Chapter 100: Resurrection Of The Officials (part 1)

They arrive inside a chamber that resembles a miniature throne room—its design dark and elegant, with intricate patterns carved into the obsidian walls. Shadows cling unnaturally to the edges of the room, giving it a foreboding yet commanding presence.

Before Grell and Tarven can take in more details, the air shifts. A sudden, suffocating stillness fills the room.

Then—Vaelith materializes.

It is not a slow emergence but an almost unnatural transition, as if he was always there, hidden between the layers of reality itself. His form solidifies, his pitch-black armor gleaming under the dim light, and his piercing gaze settles on them.

A chill grips both assassins.

Even as Tier 5 warriors, trained to sense the faintest disturbances, they hadn't noticed him until he was fully present. That realization alone sends an uneasy shiver down their spines.

"This guy is very dangerous."

Alix steps forward, his voice even. "This is Vaelith. The one in command of the shadows right now." He looks at Grell and Tarven, his expression unreadable. "Although both of you are also Tier 5, you need to earn your place in the shadows. You two, along with all the Umbral assassins, will listen to Vaelith."

There is no hesitation. Both assassins kneel slightly, placing a fist over their chests. "As you wish, Your Majesty," they say in unison.

Alix turns his gaze to Vaelith. "I'll leave them to you."

Vaelith steps forward, his voice smooth yet carrying an undeniable weight. "Understood, Your Majesty." His cold, calculating eyes flicker to the two assassins.

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Grell and Tarven say nothing, but their muscles tense.

They had a feeling their real test was only just beginning.

Alix teleports into his working chamber, the air shifting subtly as he appears. The room is vast yet minimalistic, designed for efficiency rather than decoration. Large windows overlook the floating islands, giving him a clear view of his the whole city.

He wastes no time. With a thought, his status screen materializes before him, the transparent blue interface displaying critical information.

Kingdom Population: 337,924

A small smirk forms on his lips. Good.

After the successful conquest of Delon City, the hesitation among the monsters in the surrounding forests had finally disappeared. Many had made their choice—settling in Misorn or Delon City, strengthening his kingdom's foundation.

Alix leans back slightly, arms crossed. "At 500,000… I'll finally unlock my level to 500."

After that, Alix turns his attention to the reports stacked neatly on his desk. With a wave of his hand, the documents arrange themselves before him, and he begins reading through them one by one.

The past few days have been eventful. Both Misorn and Delon City are developing at an impressive rate. The influx of new residents has stabilized, and infrastructure is expanding to accommodate the growing population.

One report catches his eye.

[Military status update: Currently, twenty thousand monsters have joined the army. Under General Sorin's command, the total number of soldiers has reached thirty thousand. They are all practicing the Finger of the Death God technique, though they still can't managed to materialize the actual manifestation yet.]

Alix nods slightly. "Expected. It's a special skill, after all. But once they do succeed…" He trails off, his mind already envisioning the sheer destructive force his army will wield.

His gaze shifts to another report, one marked with a shadow insignia. He opens it and scans the contents.

[A prince of the Raltheon Kingdom recently visited Delon City, disguised as a merchant. Since Delon City allows human merchants to trade freely, he was able to blend in without issue. Our spies tailed him and confirmed that he was merely observing—he wanted to see if humans were thriving under monster rule. Commander Sorin, after assessing the situation, allowed him to move freely without interference.]

Alix sets the report down, tapping his fingers against the desk. "A Raltheon prince, huh?"

The next report, however, is far more interesting.

"Despite the death of Marshal Draven, the three human kingdoms have yet to take action. The most surprising is the silence from Valgros Kingdom, considering Draven was one of their high-ranking marshals."

Alix's eyes narrow slightly. "Strange… No retaliation? No immediate response?"

He expected at least some form of reaction—whether a diplomatic inquiry, a show of force, or even a subtle probe. Yet, nothing.

Alix leans back, deep in thought. "They're either doesn't care… or they were afraid of something."

A faint chuckle escapes him. "Interesting. Let's see how long they stay quiet."

Closing the reports, he rests his chin on his hand, his mind already working through his next moves.

Alix closes his eyes for a moment, sending a mental call to Draya. Instantly, he feels the link between them activate.

Come to my chamber.

Within seconds, he senses her presence moving swiftly through the palace. Draya is efficient—always where he needs her, handling tasks before he even gives the order. She is the head maid, but Alix makes her do far more than just managing the palace staff.

As he waits, he leans back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly against the desk.

"I should resurrect some of my officials." The thought lingers in his mind. While they lack combat power, they are crucial for running the kingdom. Bureaucracy, logistics, governance—these things can't be left solely to warriors and generals.

"Also… I feel bad for making Draya do everything."

A faint sigh escapes him.

A moment later, the door opens soundlessly, and Draya steps in. She moves with practiced grace, her posture perfect as she approaches and bows deeply.

"Welcome back, Your Majesty," she greets, her voice smooth yet filled with quiet warmth.

Alix glances at her. "I'm back."

Draya straightens, her sharp eyes immediately scanning his expression. "You called for me, Your Majesty?"

Alix nods, his tone casual. "I did. You've been handling too much lately."

Draya blinks, as if the idea of too much doesn't quite register. "I am simply fulfilling my duties."

He smirks. "That's the problem. You take on too much without complaint."