“When the rechargeable magic stone was mined, I was thinking about the problem of homogenization of mana. So, I wrote a letter to the owner of the ivory tower and asked him to research mana refining technology.”
“Oh, really?”
“The owner of the ivory tower responded positively, saying that although it would take a long time, it was not impossible.”
It was all to save the country today that I wrote to Natasha at Zelkatos Canyon.
“That’s a good method. If only it could be refined, mana can dilute the individual’s nature, reducing the possibility of mana conflict.”
“Yes, Father. If you can take the right path like this, why not? I see no reason to choose the evil path.”
“Yeah, yeah. There’s no need to introduce controversial research for no reason.”
Fortunately, Desmond II was not completely without judgment.
This prevented Brigitte's vicious plan to turn homunculus into a bio mana source, treat them as madam, and incorporate them into Beltheor's business.
“Yes, Father. If you can take the right path like this, why not? I see no reason to choose the evil path.”
“Yeah, yeah. There’s no need to introduce controversial research for no reason.”
Fortunately, Desmond II was not completely without judgment.
This prevented Brigitte's vicious plan to turn homunculus into a bio mana source, treat them as madam, and incorporate them into Beltheor's business.
I spoke to Brigitte.
“I hope my sister’s misfortune goes away with this.”
“...Yeah. Of course.”
Brigitte showed her indignation, but it was only a moment. She soon put on the mask of a caring older sister and said.
“I’m really happy to have such a dependable younger sister. Will you continue to help me with my work?”
'Even so, I'll be the Crown Princess anyway, so you should just roll around under me from now on.'
I also responded.
“Of course. It is my important duty to see that my sister’s work is not lacking, isn't it?”
'It's the law of the superiors to look down on the inferiors. I will do it as the Crown Princess.'
In the friendly atmosphere, only our gazes were honest. The eyes of both people were full of hostility.
“Thanks to Eve, we will be able to further accelerate the development of magic tools.”
“Yes. Give it a try, Betty.”
In any case, Brigitte and her fiance's family were destined to inherit the military business. I decided to go into minimum checks.
“I know that this recent buying and selling incident will cause deep trouble for my father. It is an unpleasant incident. I hope that we can pay special attention to transparency in the use case to prevent this from happening again.”
“Ah, that’s right. You said it very well.”
Desmond II was particularly pleased.
'That's only natural.'
Desmond II acknowledged that Brigitte's information was behind Chansley. The disclosure of the falsehood of a strong candidate for the Crown Princess is a disgrace to the imperial family.
Because making it public would be a disgrace to the royal family.
In the meantime, Brigitte shamelessly tried to get involved in the magic stone business again.
Desmond II must have been secretly displeased as well.
At this time, I was able to hold her in check, so he was happy to see me.
Desmond II exchanged words with me and involved several neutral figures in the military business of Beltheor.
I made him do it.
Brigitte's eyes twitched. But she quickly pulled herself together and looked at me with challenging eyes.
'No matter how hard you try, the success of the expedition will be my achievement.'
I met those eyes and instinctively felt it.
'It's not over yet.'
Immediately Brigitte put on a smiling face and turned to Desmond II.
"Father, I have something to tell you about not only military supplies but also the punitive force.”
“What is it, Betty?”
Since the main characters in the Great Demon Dragon Suppression War were homunculus, the Suppression Force naturally referred to them.
'Sis, you're going to openly express your opinion about homunculus, so I need to prepare myself mentally.'
There was a high possibility that a shocking statement of all time would come out. I quietly began to chant a calming magic spell.
Brigitte opened her mouth.
“There have been three dragon subjugations in history, and each time, numerous homunculus have fought for Hadelamid. It was an honorable battle, but it cost a lot of blood. As a member of the royal family, I have felt a deep sense of responsibility for their sacrifice.”
The pretentious manner of speech was still not adapted. I almost forgot my magic spell.
“Keep talking, Betty.”
“Yes. So I wanted to find a way to reduce the sacrifice of homunculus. Looking at past literature, I found that the sacrifices were too many compared to the strength of the homunculus. I found out the truth. And I found out the cause. It was..."
Brigitte smiled at me as if she was about to make a decisive move.
“It was because there was no chain of command.”
I flinched.
'Surely, what is my sister's plan...?
The order was blown away by the noise. I looked at Brigitte with trembling eyes.
It was only natural that my appearance would cheer Brigitte up. She said with enthusiasm.
"I'd like to take this opportunity to tell you. Please make a major reorganization of the Homunculus Corps in preparation for the Great Dragon War."
Bridgette continued speaking while I was surprised.
"You can start with the nearby Knight Templar and apply it to all Homunculus. We divide the Knight Templar, which is currently 300 people in a group, into 10 lower divisions and set up a Knight Templar leader of each."
“Hmm..."
"Think about it, Father. For a long time ago, the powerful force of Homunculus symbolized the Emperor's authority. The battle to subjugate the dragon is the stage where they show their true worth. Wouldn't it be better to show a well-organized appearance than to show a chaotic appearance there?"
“Now that I hear it, it’s not bad.”
The honor-oriented Desmond II quickly passed.
“Then how do you plan on selecting the ten knight commanders?”
“Isn’t it the summer festival?”
Brigitte's cool eyes turned to me again.
“According to the results, please award the title of Knight Commander from 1st to 10th place.”
"...Ah."
I let out a soft exclamation without realizing it. Brigitte saw this.
A deep smile of conversion appeared on his face.
'Yes, Eve. It must feel like you've been hit once. Even if you look at the result of the martial arts event, it is the knights in the line that ranked high. Even if you say he's a knight in command, your knight is imprinted in the royal family anyway. After all, the knight in command is nothing like that of the royal family."
The more royals on the same side, the more homunculus knights you can control.
It was Brigitte who held a tea party to attract even the royal family that she had ignored.
This was the preparation for it.
'This is a game you, a slacker, can never win. What do you think, sis?'
When Brigitte turned around, I was biting my lips tightly.
But it was far from resentment.
'No, Betty. If you could create a formal system like that, it would be very convenient for the future Homunculus King!'
I couldn't control my facial expressions because the conditions were so good.
'What good is the royal family's share if Michael will soon become a dictator?'
I felt sick at the thought of recycling a royal family with no character and no humanity.
There was no need to make any effort. I felt peace of mind.
'And with Michael's skills, he would naturally be able to compete in the martial arts tournament. He will be appointed as the commander of the knights with the best performance. I was wondering what title to give to Michael, but wouldn't the title of Knight Commander be great as a stepping stone? It'll get easier from now on.'
At this point, it seemed as if Brigitte was trying to pave the way for me and Michael.
I barely managed to control my expression and thank Brigitte.
“I should be grateful to my older sister for teaching me such admirable thoughts.”
“Thank you. I was so touched by the number of times I learned from you. Finally, I am so happy to be able to teach you.”
“I hope that from now on, everything will be like today.”
“You’re being cheeky. Don’t worry, I still have a lot to teach you.”
Brigitte, who had misunderstood the meaning, was in high spirits.
'Well, let's let our guard down a bit more here.'
I faked a reaction that Brigitte expected, I pretended to disagree with the opinion.
"There's one thing I'm concerned about. The knight is obviously Father's. But if a direct knight takes control and prioritizes the orders of the royal family over Father, wouldn't they be Father's army.
Of course, Brigitte responded well.
"Eve's concern cannot be overlooked, because who would dare to bear such a pity. If so, the command is restricted to only those outside the palace. If any royal families want to use the force of the Knights in the palace, they can be severely punished for treason.
Since an army was needed to be active in the punitive war anyway, Brigitte imposed strong restrictions.
With this, the Emperor guarding the palace was safe in any case.
“Okay. 10 for every 200 people in the entire palace. I permit the reorganization into a knightly order.”
Desmond II secured the safety of his army by leaving 100 men of the Imperial Guard under his command.
After making one more, I gave permission.
“Thank you, Father.”
“Then you all should step aside.”
“Yes, Father.”
Click.
I and Brigitte came out of the office together.
"Your Highness."
In the hallway, each of their attendants and escorts were waiting. They spotted I and Brigitte and were about to approach us, but I sensed an ominous atmosphere and stopped.
There was no need for a passive war of nerves outside the office. Brigitte was arrogant.
The winner's face was fully revealed.
“You can never beat me, Eve. You’d better bow down to me. Why are you like that? If you act cute, I might take you in.”
"...I don’t like it.”
“Yes. Then prepare to hit the ground and regret it.”
Brigitte left first, smiling cheerfully. His knight glanced at me, bowed, and soon followed his master's footsteps.
I was pinned to my seat, my eyes down on the floor. Cedella and Michael hurriedly approached me.
“Your Highness, are you alright?”
“What happened?”
Because of my unresponsiveness, Cedella and Michael's eyes filled with sorrowful concern. That was when.
“...Did my sister go?”
“Huh? Oh, yes.”
I suddenly raised my head. The solemn atmosphere from a moment ago was nowhere to be found.
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