I Reincarnated as a Prince Who Revolutionized the Kingdom-Chapter 115: Do I Still Need a King?

With the conquest of Pan-America complete, the banners of Elysea flew unchallenged across the vast continent. Iberia, Wallachia, and the Dutch had fallen. No other European power had dared to lay claim to the New World.

The only challenge that remained was the untamed wilderness itself.

From the frozen north to the dense jungles of the south, vast territories remained beyond Elysea's reach. The indigenous tribes had seen what happened to those who resisted. Some had submitted, becoming allies or subjects of Elysea. Others had fled deeper into the wilds, refusing to bow to the empire.

King Bruno was not satisfied with half a continent. Elysea would rule from the icy tundras of the north to the southernmost reaches of the world.

For that, he needed Marshal Armand Roux to do what he did best—conquer.

Inside the newly expanded Fort Saint-Louis, Roux stood over a massive map of the Americas, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across the room. His top officers were gathered—Captain Étienne Giraud, Lieutenant Adrien Vasseur, and several colonial administrators.

"Pan-America is ours," Roux said, his voice steady. "But our work is far from done."

Vasseur nodded, studying the map. "To the north, we have frozen wilderness, dense forests, and scattered tribes. It will be difficult terrain to settle."

"And to the south?" Giraud asked.

Roux's expression hardened. "A land untouched by civilization. Mountains, rivers, jungles, and native warriors who will not surrender easily. If we take it, Elysea will stretch across the entire continent."

Bruno had given the order. The entire landmass must be brought under Elysean control.

The officers leaned in as Roux laid out the plan.

"We will divide our forces into three campaigns."

The Northern Expedition: A force of 2,000 soldiers and settlers would push north, claiming the frozen tundras and river valleys.

The Central Expansion: A network of roads, towns, and forts would be established to solidify Elysea's hold over the land.

The Southern Conquest: A massive campaign into the jungles, mountains, and plains of the south, where the last great native strongholds remained.

Roux smirked. "We're going to finish what we started."

March 1699

The first campaign pushed into the frozen north, where endless pine forests, ice-covered lakes, and roaring rivers stretched for thousands of miles.

Led by Lieutenant Adrien Vasseur, 2,000 Elysean soldiers, trappers, and settlers set out to tame the frontier.

The greatest challenge was the harsh environment.

Blizzards tore through their camps.

Frozen rivers made travel difficult.

Native war parties launched ambushes before disappearing into the snow.

The Elyseans responded with brutal efficiency.

Armed with Gatling guns and artillery, they tore through defensive villages that tried to resist. Entire tribes fled further north, unwilling to fight against the unstoppable march of Elysea.

By July 1699, the north had been secured.

New forts and trading outposts were established, allowing fur trappers and settlers to push deeper into the region. Elysea now ruled the frozen north.

While the northern campaign raged on, Elysea's central territories were transformed.

The goal was simple: turn the land into an empire.

Roads were built, connecting towns and military forts.

New cities were founded, attracting settlers eager for land and opportunity.

Bridges and river docks allowed goods to flow from one region to another.

Elysea was no longer just a military force—it was a civilization stretching from coast to coast.

By October 1699, the heartland of the empire was flourishing.

But one final challenge remained—the southern frontier.

And it would be the bloodiest campaign yet.

November 1699

The southern territories were a different beast entirely.

Unlike the frozen north, where small bands of natives had scattered, the south was home to powerful tribes and warrior kingdoms that had ruled for centuries.

The Elyseans called them the "People of the Last Lands"—proud, fierce, and determined to resist until the very end.

To claim this land, Marshal Roux led the largest military force ever assembled in Elysea's history:

5,000 soldiers

Cavalry units trained for jungle warfare

Heavy artillery and six Gatling guns

Engineers to build forts and supply lines

This was not just a military campaign.

This was extermination.

By December 1699, Elysea had pushed deep into the southern jungles and mountains.

The native warriors fought harder than any enemy before. They knew the land, using ambushes, traps, and guerrilla tactics.

But they had never faced the firepower of Elysea.

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Gatling guns mowed down entire warbands.

Artillery flattened enemy strongholds.

Cavalry cut down warriors trying to flee.

For months, the battles raged.

Entire villages burned, their warriors slaughtered. Some tribes surrendered and were absorbed into Elysea's empire. Others fought to the last man, refusing to kneel.

By March 1700, the last native kingdom had fallen.

The south belonged to Elysea.

With the north, center, and south secured, Elysea's dominion over the New World was absolute.

No enemy remained. No territory stood outside their grasp.

From the frozen tundras to the endless jungles, the entire landmass was Elysean territory.

In April 1700, King Bruno received the final reports.

Leclerc stood beside him, reading the documents. "It's done, Your Majesty. There are no more enemies left."

Bruno smirked. "Then we have done what no empire has ever done before."

He turned to face his advisors and generals, lifting his glass.

"Elysea is now the sole ruler of the Americas."

"No challengers. No rivals. Only us."

The cheers of the court echoed through the palace.

In just a few short years, Elysea had transformed from a rising power into the greatest empire on Earth.

And for Bruno, this was only the beginning.

The New World belonged to Elysea.

With Pan-America firmly under Elysean rule, Marshal Armand Roux stood at the peak of his power.

His armies had crushed every enemy before them. His name was spoken with both fear and reverence. The native tribes whispered it in the dark, and even the officers who served under him could not deny the iron grip he held over the continent.

From Fort Saint-Louis, Roux ruled the land like a king in all but name.

And that was the problem.

The victories, the conquests, the expansion—it was all under his banner.

Yes, it had been King Bruno's vision, but it was Roux's hands that had shaped it. Roux's soldiers had bled for it. Roux's strategy had delivered it.

And with every city that fell, with every battlefield that was claimed, Roux's head grew heavier with pride.

For years, he had been the sword of Elysea, carrying out the King's will.

But now, standing over a map of a continent he had conquered, Roux found himself asking a question that had once been unthinkable.

Does the King still need me?

Or more dangerously—Do I still need the King?