Arthur von Frostreich, with his striking white hair and piercing red eyes, woke up from a coma, his gaze slowly adjusting to the dim light in the room. He looked at his hands, and they seemed so thin and frail. The maid, Elara, entered the room, and her eyes widened in shock upon seeing Arthur awake. She rushed out of the room, calling for the doctor.

A while later, the doctor arrived, checking Arthur's condition with a mixture of surprise and concern. "He needs to rest for a month and eat healthy foods," the doctor said, his voice firm but gentle. "He's been through a lot."

Arthur's eyes locked onto the doctor, his voice weak but determined. "What happened?" he asked, his words barely above a whisper.

Elara's expression turned somber. "You've been in a coma for 10 years, Arthur. Many things have changed."

Arthur's eyes widened, his mind racing with questions. "What about my father and mother?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of fear and anticipation.

Elara's eyes dropped, and she hesitated before speaking. "Your father is sick, and your mother... she was killed in an assassination 5 years ago."

Arthur's face fell, his mind reeling with the news. "Who's managing the kingdom?" he asked, his voice firming up.

Elara's expression turned grave. "The officials are in charge, but the kingdom is in a state of breaking down. You need to rest, Arthur."

Arthur nodded, his mind racing with thoughts and plans.

A week later, Arthur started going outside, watching as the castle was in shambles. The garden was dying, and there were cracks in the floor and walls. He asked Elara, "Where is the one in charge here?"

Elara's expression turned disapproving. "He's in the tavern, drinking."

Arthur's eyes narrowed. "Assemble the knights. We're going to capture the people involved in this case."

Arthur and the knights arrived at the tavern, their presence causing a commotion. The patrons parted as they made their way to the man in charge, Evan. The guards seized Evan, holding him firm as Arthur approached.

"Where is the money you took?" Arthur demanded, his voice cold and authoritative.

Evan struggled against the guards, but they held him fast. "You'll never prove anything," he sneered.

Arthur's eyes flashed with anger, but he kept his composure. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with determination. "Take him away. We'll sort this out in the dungeons."

Arthur continued to capture everyone involved and locked them all in the prison to interrogate them one by one. The guards interrogated the people, but they stayed silent. Arthur's patience wore thin, and he declared, "If you don't speak up in 3 seconds, I'll torture you all."

One person spoke up, a man named Gerald. "I-I'm the one responsible for the taxes," he stammered. "I spent them all." He looked up at Arthur with a desperate expression. "Can I be released now?"

Arthur's expression was unreadable. "Yes, you're free to go." The guards released Gerald, but as he walked away, Arthur whispered to one of the guards, "Kill him silently." The guard nodded, and Gerald's fate was sealed.

The people began to talk, one by one, revealing the extent of the corruption and deceit that had plagued the kingdom. Arthur listened intently, his face growing grimmer with each passing moment. He realized that almost everyone was involved and that he would need to gather a loyal team to govern the kingdom.

With a newfound sense of determination, Arthur made his way to the king's chambers, eager to speak with his ailing father and discuss the future of the kingdom.

Arthur entered the king's chambers, the weight of his responsibilities bearing down on him. The once-grand room was now dimly lit, the curtains drawn, and the air thick with the scent of medicine. His father, Kaiser von Frostreich, lay in bed, his face gaunt and pale. Once a powerful ruler, Kaiser von Frostreich had been bedridden for 10 years, ever since a monster wave had left him severely injured.

"Father," Arthur said, his voice softening as he approached the bedside.

The king's eyes fluttered open, and a faint smile crossed his lips. "Arthur... my son," he whispered, his voice weak.

Arthur's heart ached as he saw his father's condition. "I'll do everything to restore the kingdom, Father. I promise."

The king's eyes locked onto Arthur's, a glimmer of determination in them. "I know you will, son. You're the only one who can save our kingdom. The officials have been embezzling funds, and the people are suffering. You must find a way to restore order and prosperity."

Arthur nodded, but his mind racing with the task ahead. "I'll do it, Father. I'll make sure the kingdom is restored to its former glory."

The king's eyes drooped, and he fell into a fitful sleep. Arthur watched over him, his heart heavy with worry. He knew he had a long road ahead of him, but he was determined to save the kingdom and his family.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Arthur left the king's chambers and went outside to find the butler. "Assemble everyone," he ordered the butler. "I want to speak with them."

Arthur goes to the grand hall, his gaze lingering on the faces of the staff and guards assembled before him. The butler, at his request, had gathered everyone in the castle. Arthur's father, Kaiser von Frostreich, lay bedridden, his health deteriorating with each passing day. It was time for Arthur to take matters into his own hands.

"Everyone," Arthur began, his voice cold and authoritative. "I will be the one to govern this kingdom from now on. If anyone doesn't like my ruling, come at me. I won't tolerate any disobedience."

The crowd murmured, but no one spoke out against Arthur's declaration. Henry, the commander of the cavalry knights, stood at attention, a hint of a smile on his face. "Everyone is here, Prince Arthur," he said.

Arthur nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd once more. Satisfied that everyone was on the same page, he turned to the butler. "Thank you for gathering everyone. I will be meeting with my advisors shortly to discuss the state of the kingdom."

With the matter settled, Arthur made his way to his father's personal room. He found the king's steward waiting for him, a look of fear on his face.

"Your Highness," the steward said, bowing low. "I have the documents you requested."

Arthur took the folder from the steward, his eyes scanning the contents. The kingdom's budget was in shambles, with a deficit of 50,000 gold coins. The list of corrupt officials was even more disturbing.

Lord Thomas had embezzled 10,000 gold coins from the kingdom's treasury. Baroness Althea had extorted 5,000 gold coins from the merchants in exchange for protection. Sir Edward had accepted bribes from the guilds in exchange for favorable treatment. And Count James had misused kingdom funds for personal gain.

Arthur's eyes narrowed as he read through the list, his mind racing with plans to bring the corrupt officials to justice. He would not tolerate such behavior in his kingdom. It was time to restore order and prosperity to the kingdom.

With a newfound sense of determination, Arthur tucked the folder under his arm and set off to gather his advisors. It was time to discuss the state of the kingdom and plan their next move.