I summarized what had happened in my office as if it were nothing special.
“My sister had a rather novel idea. She wanted to reorganize the Imperial Guard. She thinks we should create 10 sub-orders and elect a knight commander. She put her direct subordinates forward as the nominal leader and then he appointed his own royal family members. It must be an attempt to form a military power. Ah, even Father has given his permission.”
From the listener's perspective, it's nothing special.
Cedella is like an isolated person among the royal family.
She was the one who knew my situation best. Her face darkened immediately.
“Are you alright, Your Highness?”
“Yeah. It’s okay.”
It was an honest answer for me, who knew the future. However, to my subordinates, who did not know the inside story, it seemed like their lord was just pretending to be strong.
As expected, my answer had a huge negative effect on Michael.
'Princess...!'
His purple eyes were filled with longing. He was trying to deal with the difficult situation alone.
It seemed as if he felt a heartbreaking sense of sorrow at the sight of the Princess.
'I need to wake up quickly and relieve the Princess's worries. It's all my fault for being inadequate.'
For now, he's just an ordinary homunculus. Since there was no difference, he couldn't reveal the truth. In that case, he should have at least offered sincere consolation.
"Your Highness."
"Yes."
“Don’t worry. As long as I am Your Highness’s sword, nothing will be a problem.”
Michael looked straight at Eve and said.
“Please rely on me.”
The atmosphere suddenly became serious. The eyes that seemed to be longing for something tickled me for some reason.
'That's really okay. But I can't go back and say I know the future.'
It was something that could not be explained anyway. I accepted Michael's favor.
“Yes. I’ll rely on you.”
Sometimes the lord's trust was a great stimulus to the knight. Michael's purple eyes were dark.
'How dare you hurt my Princess. Third Princess, there will never be a legion for you.'
A game that Brigitte can never win has begun.
As dusk fell, Elijah barely managed to escape from his nightmare and greeted the dawn.
“Ha, I feel sick.”
The nightmare was a recurrence of the most horrific thing he had experienced in the training camp.
He once failed the 'dropout test' when he was still a young kid. Every year, the school holds a competition for children under the pretext of encouraging a spirit of competition.
They made the homunculus compete in a tough survival game.
If a homunculus came in last in this vicious game, it would be disposed of or sent to a workhouse.
The test event that year was an underground maze escape with a time limit.
Unlike now, Elijah, who was weak, fell into a trap and got injured.
He was trapped and couldn't move even though the escape point was right in front of him.
Many of his compatriots pretended not to see him fall and escaped through the escape route.
As time runs out, Elijah looks with despair at the entrance to the maze.
He had to watch it being closed.
But then, a pink-haired Homunculus lifted Elijah up and threw him away. And then, with the same child's body, he started dragging Elijah around like a sack of junk.
It was a behavior that was completely incomprehensible. It seemed like he was not in his right mind.
He was like a homunculus, but he had to survive, so Elijah hung on with all his might.
He barely made it through the escape point just before the time limit. But he couldn't be relieved that he was alive. In exams, a scapegoat was always needed.
Since no one is trapped in the maze until the time limit, the last person to pass will be the last.
It was a blast.
It was when Elijah was scared. The pink hair helped him.
The homunculus continued to show behavior that was incomprehensible to common sense.
They declared their abstention by breaking their own flag.
"Why...?"
Elijah couldn't hear the reason. The pink head homunculus was soon taken away by the incubation center managers.
Was it because of the shock of surviving so dramatically? From that day on, Elijah became strangely
He couldn't be loyal to the royal family.
He started to become disillusioned with everything in the world, but he gritted his teeth and got a higher grade.
He polished himself.
It was to meet the pink-haired homunculus again, who might be alive in the magic stone mine.
And last fall, Elijah became Brigitte's direct reporter.
“My sister had a rather novel idea. She wanted to reorganize the Imperial Guard. She thinks we should create 10 sub-orders and elect a knight commander. She put her direct subordinates forward as the nominal leader and then he appointed his own royal family members. It must be an attempt to form a military power. Ah, even Father has given his permission.”
From the listener's perspective, it's nothing special.
Cedella is like an isolated person among the royal family.
She was the one who knew my situation best. Her face darkened immediately.
“Are you alright, Your Highness?”
“Yeah. It’s okay.”
It was an honest answer for me, who knew the future. However, to my subordinates, who did not know the inside story, it seemed like their lord was just pretending to be strong.
As expected, my answer had a huge negative effect on Michael.
'Princess...!'
His purple eyes were filled with longing. He was trying to deal with the difficult situation alone.
It seemed as if he felt a heartbreaking sense of sorrow at the sight of the Princess.
'I need to wake up quickly and relieve the Princess's worries. It's all my fault for being inadequate.'
For now, he's just an ordinary homunculus. Since there was no difference, he couldn't reveal the truth. In that case, he should have at least offered sincere consolation.
"Your Highness."
"Yes."
“Don’t worry. As long as I am Your Highness’s sword, nothing will be a problem.”
Michael looked straight at Eve and said.
“Please rely on me.”
The atmosphere suddenly became serious. The eyes that seemed to be longing for something tickled me for some reason.
'That's really okay. But I can't go back and say I know the future.'
It was something that could not be explained anyway. I accepted Michael's favor.
“Yes. I’ll rely on you.”
Sometimes the lord's trust was a great stimulus to the knight. Michael's purple eyes were dark.
'How dare you hurt my Princess. Third Princess, there will never be a legion for you.'
A game that Brigitte can never win has begun.
***
As dusk fell, Elijah barely managed to escape from his nightmare and greeted the dawn.
“Ha, I feel sick.”
The nightmare was a recurrence of the most horrific thing he had experienced in the training camp.
He once failed the 'dropout test' when he was still a young kid. Every year, the school holds a competition for children under the pretext of encouraging a spirit of competition.
They made the homunculus compete in a tough survival game.
If a homunculus came in last in this vicious game, it would be disposed of or sent to a workhouse.
The test event that year was an underground maze escape with a time limit.
Unlike now, Elijah, who was weak, fell into a trap and got injured.
He was trapped and couldn't move even though the escape point was right in front of him.
Many of his compatriots pretended not to see him fall and escaped through the escape route.
As time runs out, Elijah looks with despair at the entrance to the maze.
He had to watch it being closed.
"If you don't want to die, get up."
"Huh? Huh huh...?"
But then, a pink-haired Homunculus lifted Elijah up and threw him away. And then, with the same child's body, he started dragging Elijah around like a sack of junk.
It was a behavior that was completely incomprehensible. It seemed like he was not in his right mind.
He was like a homunculus, but he had to survive, so Elijah hung on with all his might.
He barely made it through the escape point just before the time limit. But he couldn't be relieved that he was alive. In exams, a scapegoat was always needed.
Since no one is trapped in the maze until the time limit, the last person to pass will be the last.
It was a blast.
It was when Elijah was scared. The pink hair helped him.
The homunculus continued to show behavior that was incomprehensible to common sense.
They declared their abstention by breaking their own flag.
"Why...?"
Elijah couldn't hear the reason. The pink head homunculus was soon taken away by the incubation center managers.
Was it because of the shock of surviving so dramatically? From that day on, Elijah became strangely
He couldn't be loyal to the royal family.
He started to become disillusioned with everything in the world, but he gritted his teeth and got a higher grade.
He polished himself.
It was to meet the pink-haired homunculus again, who might be alive in the magic stone mine.
And last fall, Elijah became Brigitte's direct reporter.
He got a chance to go to the magic stone mine. But unfortunately, he was there.
The pink-haired Homunculus he was looking for was nowhere to be found.
Was that homunculus disposed of without ever being sent to a labor camp in the first place?
Let's admit the possibility that they tried so hard to deny. The life they've endured so far has been useless.
He felt it. Elijah was slowly getting tired.
'Should I give up?'
Elijah himself flinched at the sudden, weak thought.
It was something that absolutely could not be said. He gritted his teeth and sat up from the bed.
Boom! Boom!
Magic fireworks decorated the refreshing summer sky. Finally.
Homunculus Martial Arts Festival, 'Summer Festival' begins.
Tourists come from all over the continent to watch the martial arts.
They flocked to Hadelun. Tickets to the game were sold out and the accommodations were full.
'The population density of Hadelun at this time was nothing short of disastrous. It is also the time when the Coast Guard has the hardest time due to the strengthened security.'
Among the tourists, there were many who were unable to obtain tickets.
To provide them with something to enjoy, the area around the stadium is also full of festivals that take place day and night.
Laurel leaves the symbol of the martial arts world, decorated in every place the eye can see.
Souvenirs and special menus related to the martial arts festival were popular and were sold in each region.
Artists from extremes such as Naero showed off their talents.
'Limona also has a very busy schedule of performances starting this afternoon.'
Many of the performances presented by the theater troupes during the martial arts period were based on the motif of knightly duels.
Of course, the glory of victory is ordinary and wasn't fun to sing. Here's the cliche of the century. It combines love with royalty and inserts dramatic material to fit the changing times.
So the trends that were born this year were as follows:
The Princess already has a direct knight. And be chosen by her.
A homunculus challenges you to a duel. A story of forbidden love between two people!
In other words, it was a genre of adultery in which the direct knight was published.
'Ah, it reminds me of my past life again.'
To secure the position of a direct knight under Rosenite, Michael had driven Sylvestian out of the palace came to mind.
Just then, Michael appeared in front of me, working on the Night Ray.
“Michael.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Be nice to Sir Millard.”
“...I think so.”
It was a sudden request, but for some reason, Michael accepted it right away.
The place where I and Michael are currently located is shared by the royal family.
It was a break room. If you turn once down the hallway here, you will come to the audience seats.
The enthusiastic atmosphere was already conveyed through the noise.
Cedella said in admiration.
“It’s surprising that the stadium has a capacity of 100,000 people, but the tickets are sold out every year.”
“That makes sense. It’s a chance to see the homunculus dance.”
A powerful and beautiful alchemical creature. Naturally, the subjects were very interested.
But that wasn't all.
“Plus, you can see the royal family.”
Although it may be considered rare within the palace, it is treated differently outside the palace.
In particular, commoners tend to sanctify the special blood of Hadelamide, which allows them to control the Philosopher's Stone.
'And the most popular royal among the people right now is Rosie, that kid.'
Since ancient times, humans have been creatures that tend to follow trends.
They have to be royal to a royal family born with blood that should be worshipped, but they are brainwashed by gossip and the art world.
Praise beauty and loveliness.
This is why even the people who have never seen a portrait of Rosenite are unanimously praising her.
'This is all because Betty failed to capture the public's attention as Crown Princess candidate just did what she had to do. Do you think the people would have given their hearts to the one advantage they had over beauty?'
I turned to Brigitte and blamed her.
Brigitte was whispering instructions to Elijah.
I really got the feeling that he was being decorated.
At that time, the attendant of the stadium announced to everyone.
“Your Highness, His Majesty, you will be entering soon.”
Michael gave a brief example and then another
We headed to the stadium with the homunculus. I also headed to the stands reserved for the royal family.
“Long live Hadelamide!”
The people cheered at the appearance of the royal family. They were impressed by the faces of the royal family, especially when they tried to look at Rosenite's face through their opera glasses, but it was no use.
According to the laws of the empire, the royal family must not show their face when appearing officially in front of the common people.
So each of them covered their faces with masks or veiled headdresses.
The royal family took their seats one by one. The seats were determined according to the official order of succession (birth order). My place was between the 6th Prince Derek and the 7th Prince Rondel. Incidentally, Rondel is the half-brother of Rosenite.
He was her older brother.
But just before Rondel got his butt in, the arrangement changed.
“Brother Rondel.”
“Huh? What’s going on, Rosie?”
“Please swap seats with me.”
The pink-haired Homunculus he was looking for was nowhere to be found.
Was that homunculus disposed of without ever being sent to a labor camp in the first place?
Let's admit the possibility that they tried so hard to deny. The life they've endured so far has been useless.
He felt it. Elijah was slowly getting tired.
'Should I give up?'
Elijah himself flinched at the sudden, weak thought.
It was something that absolutely could not be said. He gritted his teeth and sat up from the bed.
Boom! Boom!
Magic fireworks decorated the refreshing summer sky. Finally.
Homunculus Martial Arts Festival, 'Summer Festival' begins.
Tourists come from all over the continent to watch the martial arts.
They flocked to Hadelun. Tickets to the game were sold out and the accommodations were full.
'The population density of Hadelun at this time was nothing short of disastrous. It is also the time when the Coast Guard has the hardest time due to the strengthened security.'
Among the tourists, there were many who were unable to obtain tickets.
To provide them with something to enjoy, the area around the stadium is also full of festivals that take place day and night.
Laurel leaves the symbol of the martial arts world, decorated in every place the eye can see.
Souvenirs and special menus related to the martial arts festival were popular and were sold in each region.
Artists from extremes such as Naero showed off their talents.
'Limona also has a very busy schedule of performances starting this afternoon.'
Many of the performances presented by the theater troupes during the martial arts period were based on the motif of knightly duels.
Of course, the glory of victory is ordinary and wasn't fun to sing. Here's the cliche of the century. It combines love with royalty and inserts dramatic material to fit the changing times.
So the trends that were born this year were as follows:
The Princess already has a direct knight. And be chosen by her.
A homunculus challenges you to a duel. A story of forbidden love between two people!
In other words, it was a genre of adultery in which the direct knight was published.
'Ah, it reminds me of my past life again.'
To secure the position of a direct knight under Rosenite, Michael had driven Sylvestian out of the palace came to mind.
Just then, Michael appeared in front of me, working on the Night Ray.
“Michael.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Be nice to Sir Millard.”
“...I think so.”
It was a sudden request, but for some reason, Michael accepted it right away.
The place where I and Michael are currently located is shared by the royal family.
It was a break room. If you turn once down the hallway here, you will come to the audience seats.
The enthusiastic atmosphere was already conveyed through the noise.
Cedella said in admiration.
“It’s surprising that the stadium has a capacity of 100,000 people, but the tickets are sold out every year.”
“That makes sense. It’s a chance to see the homunculus dance.”
A powerful and beautiful alchemical creature. Naturally, the subjects were very interested.
But that wasn't all.
“Plus, you can see the royal family.”
Although it may be considered rare within the palace, it is treated differently outside the palace.
In particular, commoners tend to sanctify the special blood of Hadelamide, which allows them to control the Philosopher's Stone.
'And the most popular royal among the people right now is Rosie, that kid.'
Since ancient times, humans have been creatures that tend to follow trends.
They have to be royal to a royal family born with blood that should be worshipped, but they are brainwashed by gossip and the art world.
Praise beauty and loveliness.
This is why even the people who have never seen a portrait of Rosenite are unanimously praising her.
'This is all because Betty failed to capture the public's attention as Crown Princess candidate just did what she had to do. Do you think the people would have given their hearts to the one advantage they had over beauty?'
I turned to Brigitte and blamed her.
Brigitte was whispering instructions to Elijah.
I really got the feeling that he was being decorated.
At that time, the attendant of the stadium announced to everyone.
“Your Highness, His Majesty, you will be entering soon.”
Michael gave a brief example and then another
We headed to the stadium with the homunculus. I also headed to the stands reserved for the royal family.
“Long live Hadelamide!”
The people cheered at the appearance of the royal family. They were impressed by the faces of the royal family, especially when they tried to look at Rosenite's face through their opera glasses, but it was no use.
According to the laws of the empire, the royal family must not show their face when appearing officially in front of the common people.
So each of them covered their faces with masks or veiled headdresses.
The royal family took their seats one by one. The seats were determined according to the official order of succession (birth order). My place was between the 6th Prince Derek and the 7th Prince Rondel. Incidentally, Rondel is the half-brother of Rosenite.
He was her older brother.
But just before Rondel got his butt in, the arrangement changed.
“Brother Rondel.”
“Huh? What’s going on, Rosie?”
“Please swap seats with me.”
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