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The Machiavellian Heir

After a long and dangerous career as an assassin and politician, a man finds himself reborn into the world of his son's novel. Born as Lucas de Clare, the son of a rich count. With his extensive knowledge and skills, Lucas must navigate the treacherous political landscape and manipulate the plot for his goals 5 chapter per week ———————— (First Novel just giving it a try) Criticism is welcomed as I always look to improve Comments Power stones and Ratings help the story grow!

PapiTaxi · Fantasy
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Chapter 6

It has been a month since my father started teaching me magic, and I have been practicing every day. With consistent effort, I have noticed a considerable improvement in my abilities. My two dots, which symbolize my magical proficiency in the element/power, have grown noticeably faster, and my mana stream has become more abundant and potent.

Now, I can cast ice magic effortlessly with just a single thought. However, my progress with teleportation magic has not been as smooth. Despite my regular practice, I have yet to succeed in teleporting even once. Every attempt drains my mana, leaving me feeling depleted and frustrated. It has become increasingly clear to me that my failure to teleport stems from a lack of mana, so I have shifted my focus to building up my mana reserves.

'My progress is satisfactory' I thought to myself as I checked my mana core one more time before heading towards the dining room.

"Good morning, Andrew," I greeted my knight as I stepped out of my room.

"Good morning, Master Lucas," Andrew replied, as he stood at attention outside my door. It had become a routine for him to guard me every day, both inside and outside the estate.

Despite my assurance that I am safe within my father's estate, Andrew insisted on following me everywhere. He deemed it his duty to protect me, and I couldn't deny him that, so I allowed him to accompany me.

Accompanied by Andrew, I made my way to the dining room.

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After finishing my breakfast, I bid goodbye to my parents and turned to Andrew, who looked serious as usual.

"Hey Andrew, do you think you can teach me how to use a sword?"

"Sorry, Master Lucas, I don't think I have the qualifications to teach the way of the sword," Andrew replied.

I felt a little disappointed at his response, but then he added, "I can ask Gustav to teach you as he trains all new knights."

"That would be great, thank you, Andrew,"

'That might be a little too much for me currently since I'm 4, but it's worth a try. I need to keep improving if I want to change the future of the novel, but I also need to know the limits of my 4-year-old body. I do feel stronger thanks to the improvement of my mana so maybe my body can handle the physical training.'

As I left Andrew waiting outside my room, I began to meditate and plan my ascent to the throne. I knew that to become king, I needed to create an image of myself that would make people trust and support me, even before entering the academy.

Firstly, I decided to establish a charity for the commoners living in the slums. This would not only make me appear compassionate and caring, but also give me an opportunity to gain their trust and loyalty, making it easier to control them in the future.

Secondly, I resolved to sponsor journalists throughout the kingdom. I can control what people perceive of me and other nobles making this one of the ways to increase my support while demonizing my opposition.

Finally, I aimed to assist my father in managing the territory. I would need to give him a reason to believe that I would be of assistance but that shouldn't be too difficult . With this in mind, I decided to focus on implementing initiatives that would improve the lives of the people under my father's rule. By offering education and other modern ideas, I knew that I could win the hearts and minds of the commoners and increase their loyalty towards me. I was confident that with my plan, the citizens would become fully devoted to me.

I realized that in order to truly secure my position as the king, I would need to establish a hit squad under me. This squad would serve as my personal army, carrying out my orders without hesitation and eliminating any threats to my power. Any rogue noble or activist that pose any threat to me would need to be dealt with.

With this in mind, I began to develop a plan for establishing a loyal hit squad under me. I would need to carefully select the members, ensuring that they were completely devoted to me and my cause. Their training would need to be rigorous, and they would need to be equipped with the latest weapons and techniques to carry out their missions effectively.

'I could use Andrew,' I thought to myself. 'According to Gustav, he has high potential in both magic and swordsmanship, and it doesn't seem like he would oppose the idea.'

With my plans in order, I rose from my meditation, ready to set my schemes in motion. The road ahead would be treacherous, but I was prepared to do whatever it takes to become the king and maintain my position of power for as long as I lived

Sorry for the short chapter

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