Villain of my own novel

A day later.

Charlie walked around a table in a 20-foot room, waiting for somebody, while mumbling to himself. His muscles were aching from all the exercises he did for the past two days, and even though they were tough, he didn't complain because he knew he would benefit from them in the long run.

'What should I do about the other two factions of the royal families that aren't allied with us? Should I even do something about them?' Charlie pondered inwardly while walking around.

'Rudolf Find Ophalia, the prince of the Ophalia Kingdom, and Anne Sedek Bedia, the princess of the Bedia Kingdom, I won't have to worry too much about them since they aren't the heirs to the crown, and also because they are the neutral kingdoms that don't pry into any other kingdom if they aren't provoked first.' Charlie thought and nodded his head, removing the thoughts about being worried about them.

'Hmm.... The heirs of the allied kingdoms are already making a name for themselves in their kingdoms after graduating from the academy, so I am not responsible for prying into their lives; the empire can take care of it.'

"Haaa...." With an exhausted sigh,

"I should think about everything around my own faction first-" The doorknob clunked while he was mumbling to himself, as a muscular man with a moustache walked in, wearing a training outfit.

"Your highness, the prince." He went onto his right knee and spoke in an audible tone.

"Please stand up, Sir Eardwulf; you have been promoted to Grand Marshall rank recently; you don't need to be so stiff when we are not even in the Palace." Charlie said with a sigh.

"That's exactly why I should be even more like this, my prince." Eardwulf said so in an upright manner.

"Haa... do what you want." Charlie said with a sigh and shook his head.

"Yes, your highness the prince."

"....." Charlie stood silent, staring at Sir Eardwulf to see if he would show any changes in his expression if he didn't say anything.

*

After a few minutes.

Getting enough of the silence from Sir Eardwulf not speaking even for a few minutes as he knelt, Charlie decided to voice his concerns.

Charlie had described his thoughts about creating his own faction, things he might need for that, potential candidates that he wanted in his factions, information about them, and information about other factions he needed to be careful of.

"....." Eardwulf stood silently, staring at his highness, the prince.

'I can't believe that such a young boy had thought ahead of all the pros and cons he needed to consider in creating his own faction. Now, I can understand why his majesty, the Emperor, favours the prince so much over the "others" he could have "chosen."' Eardwulf thought, facing Charlie in awe.

"Hm? What's wrong, Eardwulf? Is it too much?" Charlie asked with his brows raised.

"N-no, no, your highness, I'm just in awe of his highness's perspicacious mind." Eardwulf replied, snapping out of his trance.

"Is that right? Okay, then, I want the information as soon as possible. Now, go on your way; I'll summon you again later. A professor can't be away for too long." Charlie said and turned his back at Eardwulf.

"Yes, your highness, the prince!" With a loud, respectful salute with his right hand on his chest and a tap of his right foot, Eardwulf turned back and walked out of the room.

CLUNK

As soon as he stepped out of the room, his respectful demeanour shattered, replaced with a slight frown as he turned to gaze at the shut door.

'He is still normal even with "THAT" in his bloodstream? I should report it to the emperor; maybe "it" failed?' Eardwulf thought as his frown slight deepened.

'How is it still not busting out of such a young child's body?'

"Even I almost died a few times with "THAT" in my bloodstream." Eardwulf mumbled out loud, realising his mistake, he zoomed out of the spot without wasting a single second more.

***

On another floating island.

In a shaking humongous room, thousands of figures were seen kneeling on the ground with a spider web-based pattern on their necks, oozing an absurd amount of killing intent from each of their bodies, which was enough to shake the entire humongous and majestic room.

A horned, demonic figure sat on the throne, gazing down at the thousands of figures staring back at him with a fanatical expression on their faces. The demonic figure had a handsome face with white hair, black sclera, and bright white iris, wearing a crazed look on his face.

"Let's try this one more time." He mumbled to himself in a low tone while trying to hide his ominous smile behind his palm as he slowly and ominously leaned forward.

TAK-TAK

With the sound of footsteps next to him, a figure walked and bowed extremely politely at the figure sitting on the throne.

"There is new information from the spies planted in the academy-" The figure spoke but was cut short by the next instance, when he felt a tremendous force descend upon him through a single man's demonic gaze.

"Who...gave you the permission to speak?" The demonic figure sitting on the throne asked, ominousness oozing through each word he spoke.

"I, I apolo-"

SPLATTER!

"Disgusting." The demonic figure spat in disgust, wiping off the droplets of blood splattered on his face due to the man being crushed by the sheer force behind the demonic figure's magic pressure.

A wave of audible gulps sounded in front of him.

"I am "the order" here! You do what I say, you do what I want, and you obey everything I order you about." The demonic figure declared, and his tone indicated that he was asking for nobody's permission, neither their agreement nor their understanding.

"Now, report." He commanded.

"Y-yes, yes, Lord! There is information about there being an event in the academy; I believe it would be an opportunity for us to attack!" A figure in the middle of the kneeling crowd reported

"Let's do that then." The demonic figure nodded with a smile.

"Thank you, thank you very much, Lord Tchort!"