I'm the King Of Technology C.1853 Daymon’s Moment

Yodan, the empire of blooming roses.

Spring in Yodan was a sight to see, with countless silver roses poking out of the thawing snow, blending in with its surroundings beautifully.

For many, Spring was a sign of nature's peaceful blessings and promises of warmth. Finally, the snowy time of the year was over, and now, it was all rain… heavy rain to wash the snow away.

Although the heavy rains made everywhere look dull and gray, it couldn't hide the smiles from the passerbys when realizing they made it past another winter without dying.

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Hooray! Hooray!

Many wore Baymardian rain boots when moving along the muddy, wet, slushy streets and roads. They went about their days with bubbly smiles, welcoming the rains and Spring with open arms. For ordinary folks, they were just happy to get past the winter alive. But for a few others, Spring signaled the start of one thing - War!

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The handsome Young Master Daymon slowly left the hall in full armor alongside his aide, Simone, and a few other guards.

"Father!" Daymon felt his eyes tremble when seeing the broad shouldered silhouette slowly turn around to face him. This was his father, the mighty Duke Trigun MacLaine of Yodan Empire. That's right, you heard him well.

His father was the cousin to the late Monarch (Sirius's father). Daymon used to be the 17th in line for the throne when Sirius's father was still alive. But after his royal distant cousins died one after the other, his position rose to 4th in line for the throne. Of course, when Sirius got his first son a year ago, his position then shifted down to 5th in line for the throne. It took all of Daymon's willpower not to rush in and kill that bastard kid who moved him down the line in a blink of an eye.

But oh well, in the end, he knew that soon, Sirius and his newly acquired loving family will all have to go. So why rush in making his intentions known then?

All he had to do was bide his time and wait for the moment to strike. And now was that time… the time to grab the bull by the horn.

Very slowly, Trigun scrutinized his son from head to toe in satisfaction.

This was what a true Monarch should look like. Trigun already saw Daymon as Yodan's monarch. A cruel glint flashed through Trigun's eyes when thinking of all they did to get to where they were today. From Joining the TOEP in his younger days, to traveling between Yodan and Tenola, building a powerful force behind him, marrying a powerful Yodan wife, having his son, Daymon, grooming Daymon… taking up numerous TOEP assignments, introducing his son into the TOEP, leaving his son in Tenola with the mother while secretly clearing the path for him here in Yodan… Believe Trigun when he said he has been preparing for this moment for a long time now.

Even the death of his darn cousin, Sirius's father, was still a well-thought plan carried out by him, his people and the TOEP.

Trigun clenched his fist in pride and excitement, knowing that after tonight… He, Trigun MacLaine, will become Yodan's new King-Father.

And after tonight, his first and only son, Daymon MacLaine the 2nd, will become Yodan's new Monarch!

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"Father, this son of yours is ready to enact our plans once and for all."

BAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA~

"Good, good… good."

Titus was smiling so hard that his eyes began disappearing into his creases.

"Go… Today, fulfill your father's long lost dream of ruling this empire. With the TOEP by your side, I know you are bound to succeed."

As for him, he will stay back, just in case something goes wrong.

Of course, he didn't believe anything could go wrong. To him, the possibility of anything going wrong was too slim. Do you f**king know who the TOEP was? In his eyes, their organization was akin to a gathering of all-seeing and all-knowing heavenly beings that know everyone's every move before they sneeze. He has been dealing with them since he turned 17. That's over 25 years ago. And all the times he has known them, they always, always, ALWAYS win. So with them by his side, how can his son fail tonight? Trigun knew that his son was in safe hands… Big just in case something goes wrong, he chose to sit back and later clean up the mess if it comes down to it. Withdrawing his large hand on Daymon's shoulder, Trigun slowly turned around, leaving the scene with his men. Of course, after thinking of how many times Sirius has gotten on his nerves these last few years, Trigun left a few more words behind. "Remember son, I want his head."

He, Duke Trigun, must have Sirius's head stuck on a stick and hung up high for the crowd to feed on.

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Like that, Trigun saw his son off, knowing that after today, the tables will turn, and it will be their turn to become the ruling royal family.

As for whatever rules Baymard had with Yodan, sorry… some of those rules will change.

Slavery must come back and nobility must be elevated at an even higher rate than before. And what was this nonsense of many entrepreneurs popping out in Yodan here and there? Who has these poor peasants the right to gain wealth? The wealth was only for nobility and merchant families. That was how it has always been. So why did these ludicrous Pyno Royals change everything upside down? It's not just in Yodan, but also in Carona, and everywhere else. However, Trigun and Daymon didn't panic because they knew that in Arcadina and several other Pyno empires, the TOEP was slowly making changes.

Some changes were bold, like wanting to replace the monarchs, while some were subtle. All in all, the TOEP had a major plan in mind, one that has long been in motion. And today, they were only fulfilling their part, in taking over Yodan and ensuring the TOEP can have complete dominance over Yodan. 6 PM. The skies were now getting dark, and Daymon was now on his horse riding within the secret tunnel to his targeted exit point. According to the reports, his dear distant Cousin, Sirius, will be arriving at the Capital's Hagvial docks around 9:30 PM for a quick inspection. Daymon's eyes burned with excitement when knowing this was their chance to finally kill Sirius outside the palace walls. 'Cousin, today, you die!'