18. Symbol of the Royal Family
No, more precisely, she had to wonder if Charlotte, the mother, had decided to come.
What would a Prince who is not even ten years old know to order such a powerful procession?
Then why Charlotte?
Diarin did add 'why', but she knew the reason.
If you want to overtake the Second Prince, Endin, and make Sevian the Emperor, you'll have to work hard.
Charlotte is not a formal Empress or concubine.
Because she is just the Emperor's 'woman', without any legitimate position in the palace.
Her occupation was the Emperor's woman and the mother of the Third Prince.
But that doesn't mean she has no influence. She didn't.
Although the Second Prince, Endin, had accumulated a lot, and the Empress, Fenelia, was from a noble family, the Emperor's favor clearly leaned towards Charlotte.
It never was.
There was nothing in the world that could be eaten raw.
Every time Ceres flinched, Diarin flew up and caught him.
Most of the time, Ceres would not budge and let Diarin attach to his body, but very occasionally, Diarin would be more aggressive and roll around with him.
It was a wound that occurred at that time.
She deliberately left the wound untreated. She wanted to show off her hard work.
Charlotte looked even more surprised.
"It's truly difficult. It breaks my heart to see you struggling so much to follow God's will. I'm sure His Highness the Prince feels the same way. Isn't that right, Sevian?"
“Yeah! You’ve worked hard.”
Third Prince Sevian was a child, just as I had heard.
However, Charlotte also had a young appearance that did not make her look like a mother, so when the two of them stood together, they looked like siblings rather than mother and son.
Diarin was surprised to see Charlotte so pretty.
Who knew a person could be this pretty?
Indeed, His Majesty the Emperor could have fallen for it without any political calculation.
Blonde hair as bright as the winter sunlight reflecting on the snow, two eyes sparkling like emeralds in the center of a dense face.
Diarin had the same green eyes, but they were so different.
Sevian was a doll, just like her mother. But there was one thing that set him apart from Charlotte.
'Is this the imperial jewel?'
His hair and eyes shone in five colors like jewels.
It was a physical characteristic that proved a royal bloodline.
It was what is commonly referred to as a jewel-like sight.
How vividly the five colors shone was a criterion for distinguishing whether one had strong royal bloodlines.
Sevian shone so brightly that it was impossible not to know that he was a direct descendant of the Emperor.
At first glance, he looked like he had the same platinum blonde hair and green eyes as his mother, but they reflected light in five colors whenever he moved.
Young Sevian held Charlotte's hand tightly, his expression tense as he looked between Diarin and Ceres, who was far away.
“But why is Ceres there?”
"Ceres listens so well that it hurts his ears. If you get too close, his ears might pop."
To be precise, the fighting instinct in his head will explode, and he will explode one after another.
Diarin omitted detailed descriptions out of consideration for children.
But the situation was already explained in Diarin's tattered body.
Sevian seemed nervous and held onto Charlotte's skirt tightly.
Still, he didn't burst into tears or run away.
He was cute, but he was quite a respectable Prince.
“I was sad when I saw your face and said hello...”
It seems like this little Prince really wanted to see the 8th Division members.
Unless you have experienced the battlefield firsthand, tales of heroism are often imagined as very beautiful.
In old tales, the main characters are knights or Princes who fought on the battlefield and became heroes.
"We'll be able to greet each other more closely. He's still fresh from the battlefield and needs to rest."
“Ugh...”
"But I'll make sure you meet face to face later. He might even give you a ride on his shoulder."
“Really?!”
Diarin was deeply grateful to Sevian for her excellent baiting.
If the Prince continues to show interest and support, someday.
Diarin nodded with a warm smile, as befitting a priestess.
Charlotte smiled at Diarin, who had been so good at teaching Sevian.
It was very heartwarming.
The ample amount of progress funds piling up in the warehouse was vivid in her eyes.
"Instead, I'll show you the mansion where Lord Ceres resides. How about that?"
“Yes!”
Although Sevian's stubbornness briefly got in the way, everything went smoothly as planned.
Diarin moved along the planned route.
While the people were concentrating on the mansion, Ceres decided to wait at a distance where he could tolerate the noise.
Diarin decided that showing just this much was appropriate.
You don't have to be too skilled, but you don't have to look too raw either.
She hoped that it would continue like this and end smoothly and without incident.
But why don't things in the world go as expected?
Bam!
“!”
Diarin flinched and trembled at the scream that should never have been heard.
Not only Diarin, but everyone there froze at the same time.
She quickly turned her head to find the source of the sound.
The carriage the two men were riding in was riddled with arrows.
It was just a hand's throw from Sevian's head.
A cool silence froze the space for a second.
It was an attack.
“Your Highness!”
“Catch the assassin!”
“Hurry up, hurry up!”
Immediately after, the escort knights who had come to their senses first began to move, shouting as if in a frenzy.
Diarin was startled and dazed, trying to grasp the situation.
All she could think about was assassinating Ceres. That was her opening.
There may clearly be males and females who are after the Prince.
She thought that since Prince would have knights to escort him, it was not something she needed to worry about.
But she overlooked the fact that his assassination attempt would also cause a commotion.
The knights of the escort were running around, shouting wildly, reminiscent of a battlefield.
"Ceres!"
Diarin found Ceres.
Sevian will be guarded by escort knights.
She had to stop Ceres, not protect him.
Ceres was already running towards the bushes where the arrow had come from.
Fortunately, the one who launched the attack became the priority target rather than the escort knight.
“Wait, wait!”
There's no reason to stop him as long as he catches the assassin.
The problem is what happens after that. If he goes crazy and starts attacking other people...
The situation she was most worried about is happening.
Diarin ran desperately.
Despite Diarin's screams, Ceres's speed did not decrease at all.
Ceres was unable to see or hear anything.
Ceres jumped into the bushes without hesitation.
“Oh, oh, oh!”
Likewise, the knights who were running into the bushes to catch the assassin were flustered and tried to follow him.
But Diarin blocked his way.
“No!”
“Yes? But with bare hands...”
“If the 8th Division members enter battle, the rule is that friendly forces must flee within a 300-meter radius!”
“Yes? No, why...”
The escort knights, who had never experienced battle, did not understand Diarin's urgency.
Isn't it common sense to follow along and help?
“He's a member of the 8th Division!”
There is no common sense or rules in the 8th unit.
At Diarin's rebuke, the escort knights hesitated and retreated.
Everyone knew the special nature of the 8th Unit.
However, it was not known exactly where and how it was special, so it was vaguely perceived as a strong special force.
Those escort knights got a clearer look at what kind of unit the 8th Division was today.
No, more precisely, she had to wonder if Charlotte, the mother, had decided to come.
What would a Prince who is not even ten years old know to order such a powerful procession?
Then why Charlotte?
Diarin did add 'why', but she knew the reason.
If you want to overtake the Second Prince, Endin, and make Sevian the Emperor, you'll have to work hard.
Charlotte is not a formal Empress or concubine.
Because she is just the Emperor's 'woman', without any legitimate position in the palace.
Her occupation was the Emperor's woman and the mother of the Third Prince.
But that doesn't mean she has no influence. She didn't.
Although the Second Prince, Endin, had accumulated a lot, and the Empress, Fenelia, was from a noble family, the Emperor's favor clearly leaned towards Charlotte.
...there is a rumor.
The strife in the palace, the Emperor's two women, what a fun topic for people to gossip about.
Thanks to that, even Diarin, who had no interest at all, had a vague idea about it.
‘If things go well, we’ll both be good...’
If the 8th Division members successfully establish themselves in the social world, there may be an opportunity for the 3rd Prince to take advantage of their achievements.
But to do that, they had to show something that would make them actively support them.
"Ah?"
Diarin suddenly had an idea.
If they're really interested in this project, wouldn't it be more beneficial to show it as it develops rather than showing it as it's finished from the beginning?
That way, they can continue to provide support in the long term.
Diarin changed her strategy.
Rather than showing a good side by forcing something difficult and impossible, it might have been better to show off, 'I'm going through this much trouble!'
“Welcome, Your Highness, the Third Prince and Lady Charlotte. My name is Diarin, and his name is Ceres.”
Diarin smiled and greeted Sevian and Charlotte politely as they got out of the carriage.
Ceres heard Diarin's instructions from afar and successfully performed a polite greeting as he had practiced.
It was a meticulously calculated distance.
This distance was something Ceres could tolerate.
They finished their r introduction to Ceres, which looks almost like a dot in the distance.
The introduction was a success.
"...Oh."
Charlotte's first words were exclamations.
Robben, who followed as an attendant, also showed a similar expression.
“That bruise... did you fall?”
Charlotte looked at the bruises and scratches on Diarin's stretched arm, the corner of her face, and even the nape of her neck with astonishment.
Diarin smiled as sadly as she could.
“There are times when the path God leads you on is a path full of thorns.”
In short, the answer was, "It's a bruise that I got while doing the work you were given."
Was that road just built out of nowhere?
The strife in the palace, the Emperor's two women, what a fun topic for people to gossip about.
Thanks to that, even Diarin, who had no interest at all, had a vague idea about it.
‘If things go well, we’ll both be good...’
If the 8th Division members successfully establish themselves in the social world, there may be an opportunity for the 3rd Prince to take advantage of their achievements.
Thanks to your generous support, I've successfully adapted to society and am living well.
"Ah?"
Diarin suddenly had an idea.
If they're really interested in this project, wouldn't it be more beneficial to show it as it develops rather than showing it as it's finished from the beginning?
That way, they can continue to provide support in the long term.
Diarin changed her strategy.
Rather than showing a good side by forcing something difficult and impossible, it might have been better to show off, 'I'm going through this much trouble!'
***
“Welcome, Your Highness, the Third Prince and Lady Charlotte. My name is Diarin, and his name is Ceres.”
Diarin smiled and greeted Sevian and Charlotte politely as they got out of the carriage.
Ceres heard Diarin's instructions from afar and successfully performed a polite greeting as he had practiced.
It was a meticulously calculated distance.
This distance was something Ceres could tolerate.
They finished their r introduction to Ceres, which looks almost like a dot in the distance.
The introduction was a success.
"...Oh."
Charlotte's first words were exclamations.
Robben, who followed as an attendant, also showed a similar expression.
“That bruise... did you fall?”
Charlotte looked at the bruises and scratches on Diarin's stretched arm, the corner of her face, and even the nape of her neck with astonishment.
Diarin smiled as sadly as she could.
“There are times when the path God leads you on is a path full of thorns.”
In short, the answer was, "It's a bruise that I got while doing the work you were given."
Was that road just built out of nowhere?
It never was.
There was nothing in the world that could be eaten raw.
Every time Ceres flinched, Diarin flew up and caught him.
Most of the time, Ceres would not budge and let Diarin attach to his body, but very occasionally, Diarin would be more aggressive and roll around with him.
It was a wound that occurred at that time.
She deliberately left the wound untreated. She wanted to show off her hard work.
Charlotte looked even more surprised.
"It's truly difficult. It breaks my heart to see you struggling so much to follow God's will. I'm sure His Highness the Prince feels the same way. Isn't that right, Sevian?"
“Yeah! You’ve worked hard.”
Third Prince Sevian was a child, just as I had heard.
However, Charlotte also had a young appearance that did not make her look like a mother, so when the two of them stood together, they looked like siblings rather than mother and son.
Diarin was surprised to see Charlotte so pretty.
Who knew a person could be this pretty?
Indeed, His Majesty the Emperor could have fallen for it without any political calculation.
Blonde hair as bright as the winter sunlight reflecting on the snow, two eyes sparkling like emeralds in the center of a dense face.
Diarin had the same green eyes, but they were so different.
Sevian was a doll, just like her mother. But there was one thing that set him apart from Charlotte.
'Is this the imperial jewel?'
His hair and eyes shone in five colors like jewels.
It was a physical characteristic that proved a royal bloodline.
It was what is commonly referred to as a jewel-like sight.
How vividly the five colors shone was a criterion for distinguishing whether one had strong royal bloodlines.
Sevian shone so brightly that it was impossible not to know that he was a direct descendant of the Emperor.
At first glance, he looked like he had the same platinum blonde hair and green eyes as his mother, but they reflected light in five colors whenever he moved.
Young Sevian held Charlotte's hand tightly, his expression tense as he looked between Diarin and Ceres, who was far away.
“But why is Ceres there?”
"Ceres listens so well that it hurts his ears. If you get too close, his ears might pop."
To be precise, the fighting instinct in his head will explode, and he will explode one after another.
Diarin omitted detailed descriptions out of consideration for children.
But the situation was already explained in Diarin's tattered body.
Sevian seemed nervous and held onto Charlotte's skirt tightly.
Still, he didn't burst into tears or run away.
He was cute, but he was quite a respectable Prince.
“I was sad when I saw your face and said hello...”
It seems like this little Prince really wanted to see the 8th Division members.
Unless you have experienced the battlefield firsthand, tales of heroism are often imagined as very beautiful.
In old tales, the main characters are knights or Princes who fought on the battlefield and became heroes.
"We'll be able to greet each other more closely. He's still fresh from the battlefield and needs to rest."
“Ugh...”
"But I'll make sure you meet face to face later. He might even give you a ride on his shoulder."
“Really?!”
Diarin was deeply grateful to Sevian for her excellent baiting.
If the Prince continues to show interest and support, someday.
Diarin nodded with a warm smile, as befitting a priestess.
Charlotte smiled at Diarin, who had been so good at teaching Sevian.
It was very heartwarming.
The ample amount of progress funds piling up in the warehouse was vivid in her eyes.
"Instead, I'll show you the mansion where Lord Ceres resides. How about that?"
“Yes!”
Although Sevian's stubbornness briefly got in the way, everything went smoothly as planned.
Diarin moved along the planned route.
While the people were concentrating on the mansion, Ceres decided to wait at a distance where he could tolerate the noise.
Diarin decided that showing just this much was appropriate.
You don't have to be too skilled, but you don't have to look too raw either.
She hoped that it would continue like this and end smoothly and without incident.
But why don't things in the world go as expected?
Bam!
“!”
Diarin flinched and trembled at the scream that should never have been heard.
Not only Diarin, but everyone there froze at the same time.
She quickly turned her head to find the source of the sound.
The carriage the two men were riding in was riddled with arrows.
It was just a hand's throw from Sevian's head.
A cool silence froze the space for a second.
It was an attack.
“Your Highness!”
“Catch the assassin!”
“Hurry up, hurry up!”
Immediately after, the escort knights who had come to their senses first began to move, shouting as if in a frenzy.
Diarin was startled and dazed, trying to grasp the situation.
All she could think about was assassinating Ceres. That was her opening.
There may clearly be males and females who are after the Prince.
She thought that since Prince would have knights to escort him, it was not something she needed to worry about.
But she overlooked the fact that his assassination attempt would also cause a commotion.
The knights of the escort were running around, shouting wildly, reminiscent of a battlefield.
"Ceres!"
Diarin found Ceres.
Sevian will be guarded by escort knights.
She had to stop Ceres, not protect him.
Ceres was already running towards the bushes where the arrow had come from.
Fortunately, the one who launched the attack became the priority target rather than the escort knight.
“Wait, wait!”
There's no reason to stop him as long as he catches the assassin.
The problem is what happens after that. If he goes crazy and starts attacking other people...
The situation she was most worried about is happening.
Diarin ran desperately.
Despite Diarin's screams, Ceres's speed did not decrease at all.
Ceres was unable to see or hear anything.
Ceres jumped into the bushes without hesitation.
“Oh, oh, oh!”
Likewise, the knights who were running into the bushes to catch the assassin were flustered and tried to follow him.
But Diarin blocked his way.
“No!”
“Yes? But with bare hands...”
“If the 8th Division members enter battle, the rule is that friendly forces must flee within a 300-meter radius!”
“Yes? No, why...”
The escort knights, who had never experienced battle, did not understand Diarin's urgency.
Isn't it common sense to follow along and help?
“He's a member of the 8th Division!”
There is no common sense or rules in the 8th unit.
At Diarin's rebuke, the escort knights hesitated and retreated.
Everyone knew the special nature of the 8th Unit.
However, it was not known exactly where and how it was special, so it was vaguely perceived as a strong special force.
Those escort knights got a clearer look at what kind of unit the 8th Division was today.
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