Transmigrated As A Ghost

"Bow before his majesty, King Amlodd Houten."

Upon entering the room, a mousey looking man with an air of self-importance addressed Marcus, Mrazivý, and Miguel, and ordered them to show difference to Houten's ruler.

The three of them were a bit surprised to see that the king of the nation was present but did not allow this to unnerve them.

He had a regal air about him, with sharp golden eyes and short dark brown hair. Adorning him were dark red robes, and an ostentatious crown covered in valuable jewels.

"It is an honor your majesty." Marcus said, allowing the royal etiquette that had been hammered into him to take over.

Mrazivý likewise executed an elegant curtsy, though, Miguel was a bit less polished in his own bow.

Once they were given permission, the three of them took a seat at a small table reserved for them.

'They've done all they can expect outright say that we are not welcome here.' Marcus thought, a wry smile forming on his lips.

The table and chairs that had been provided for them looked decent but were quite uncomfortable. Not to mention that they sat nearly sixty centimeters lower than the bigwigs from Houten. Forcing them to look up while in turn being looked down on.

There were also no refreshments being provided for them. Not even a simple glass of water. While the ornate table the king and his high-ranking officials were sitting at had fine teas, fruit waters, and pastry sitting atop it.

"Spare us your exaggerations. A group of only eleven with just three mithril ranks among them could never best a monster with such a level. You're clearly trying to elevate your achievements. I doubt that such an entity could even exist within the city." One of the top generals said with an exasperated tone.

Clearly no one was willing to believe what Marcus said at face value. They had been hostile since the beginning out of outrage at having a valuable asset in the former royal castle destroyed.

"Yes, you're correct. The eleven members of my party did not defeat the Ghost King. I did it alone while my companions fought his high-level courtiers."

This assertion caused even the most hostile members of Houten's upper brass to sit in stunned silence. So far, they had been dismissive of Marcus, but could they just consider what he said to be some sort of bluff. If they were wrong, that meant he was even more powerful than a level eighty-seven monster. Such a creature could easily spell the doom of most nations.

"I grow tired of this." King Amlodd said. "If what you said is true, produce the Ghost King's core. Do that and relinquish whatever other items you took from the castle, and I shall overlook the destruction you caused to the city, as well as bestow upon your party a suitable reward for your heroics."

Realizing that he was not going to be able to intimidate Marcus into compliance, Amlodd decided to cut to the chase.

"Of course, I would be more than happy to follow your request. Unfortunately, the Ghost King's core was lost during the battle." Marcus blatantly lied.

If there was one thing he was unwilling to give up, it was the item he specifically came to Houten to obtain.

"Such insolence! Do you not know who you are speaking to?!" Amlodd shouted. "So far, I have shown you courtesy despite your actions that border on banditry, and the destruction your party caused to this city. Continue to return my kindness with contempt, and I will be forced to take action."

In response to their king's anger, all of the guards in the room drew their weapons and pointed them at Marcus, Mrazivý, and Miguel. Another slight push and the meeting room would turn into a battlefield.