“There is one mercenary who contributed to the quick conclusion of the expedition.”
"Yes?"
Bane beamed. As Nike had said, the subjugation period this time was unusually short.
"He's a mercenary of exceptional skill. Thanks to him, I was saved in this battle."
“...?”
He saved Nike's life?
Even Bane knew that such a thing was unlikely to happen. The clever Crown Prince's mind was spinning quickly.
Nike, who had returned from the battlefield, found him. And what's more, the first thing he said was praising the skills of a mere mercenary...
The reason he specifically mentioned that he 'saved the life of the royal family' was because he wanted to personally praise the mercenary's achievement.
Bane was surprised and delighted.
My brother, I'm always grateful and sorry. But how sad and sorry I was because he never had any wishes or complaints.
How can such a Nike ask me a 'favor'?
"Yes! I'm so grateful and happy that he saved your life. I should personally congratulate him. Who are he?"
“...”
Looking at Bane's bright smile, Nike took a deep breath for a moment.
“I have a favor to ask...”
The day the subjugation had just ended.
He thought of Ryan.
“...”
There was no way he would have asked something so obvious, and seeing him bring up the Crown Prince while saying he had a favor to ask, he got the feeling.
Nike nodded nervously.
"Yes."
“I am telling you this because I hope that you will be able to convey my unusual circumstances to His Highness the Crown Prince.”
"Whoosh," Ryan added, pulling the cape's bell straps tighter.
“...”
"As Your Highness knows, that wasn't just a crime; it was mass murder. With that label attached to me, I can't even dream of success. It's truly frustrating."
Nike, who had been licking his lips, lowered his gaze.
Ever since he found out that Ryan was incompetent, he been feeling bad about him.
Ryan has been unjustly imprisoned for half his life and now has to live the rest of his life with a criminal record.
“My daughter and son... do you remember?”
“...”
“My daughter, Vania. That kind and pretty girl. Do you remember her...?”
Ryan muttered in a melancholy voice. Nike, who had been avoiding eye contact, forced himself to meet his gaze again.
"I wonder what my poor daughter has done wrong. She's supposed to meet a good man and get married, but because of her criminal father, her path to marriage is blocked..."
Nike seemed to know Ryan's intentions.
Perhaps... he wanted the trial for the Konrad massacre to be reopened 13 years ago.
He would like to help him.
He wanted to prove that Ryan didn't commit the massacre and bring the real culprits back to justice.
But... but it was impossible.
Because the royal family doesn't have that much power.
Nike bit her lip in embarrassment.
The fact that an imperial person who was falsely accused asks for help from a member of the royal family, but there is nothing he can do...
“...I’m sorry, but I can’t reopen the trial.”
Nike avoided Ryan's eyes.
“I also want you to clear your name. But... I don’t have the strength to do that...”
“Your Highness?!”
Ryan was surprised. When he looked up, he was smiling.
“That’s not what I meant?!”
"What?"
“Ahahaha...! No, that... Of course, that’s not possible, is it? What kind of family is the Wassenbergs? How can we reopen a trial they so deliberately orchestrated?”
Ryan said, rather surprised by Nike's reaction.
“What I’m asking you to do is just...”
"... He only wants to prove his innocence to His Highness the Crown Prince. It's sad enough living as a criminal, but having his path to success blocked is utterly bleak."
Nike raised his head.
Bane looked excited, as if he were about to throw a grand banquet.
“Yeah, yes.”
Nike took a deep breath and said.
“His name is Ryan Belzer.”
As Bane paused, Nike immediately added.
“That’s right, he was the fifth eldest son of the Wassenberg family.”
“...”
The Crown Prince was shocked and froze.
We returned to Belzer, and life was peaceful.
After eating breakfast, everyone gathered in the living room and had a cup of cocoa.
“I guess I have to do the dishes.”
"No!"
As Merchen tried to get up, Ryan became confused and stopped him.
“I, I will do it, Your Highness!”
“...Why on earth are you doing this?”
“From today onwards, Your Highness, do not enter the kitchen at all!”
It was funny to see Ryan rushing to do the dishes instead of Merchen.
‘You don’t have to go that far...’
Ryan's 'Merchen Overprotection' has begun.
The idea is to keep them from going near the place where the blades are, in case Ratan sticks out.
The day we turned back time, when we realized that Mario Wassenberg, the sixth in our family, was after the Prince.
It didn't last long.
The longer I wait, the greater my loss.
Around that morning...
[Koenig, Baylanstrasse 37-1]
"Kali, don't ask any questions. Just sneak in here now. It's a dessert cafe, but more specifically, the kitchen. The owner has either been bribed or is about to be, and is planning to poison the food. Watch over them and put emetics in the food instead of poisoning it."
How does an escort do something like this?
...to say the least, Kali, who had been trained from the beginning with the goal of infiltration and as an assassin rather than an escort, did it perfectly.
“Oh, and you need to know the poison’s ingredients, so make sure to bring the poison you were originally planning to put in.”
The fact that she followed me without asking me anything, and that she said it didn't matter if I made mistakes, but of course I succeeded, was no different from Kali before my regression.
And I made Merchen act.
“There are people who suspect that there is a monster inside the Prince.”
"What?!"
"Even if I try to run away and hide right now, I'll just be suspected again and be followed. So I have to show them that poison doesn't turn you into a monster. Could you pretend to take poison and collapse just once?"
I got a hint from my fourth brother, Gabriel's beast blood spitting performance, and made a fake blood bag, which Merchen put in his mouth.
After that, everything was the same.
Mario came again, and we went to a dessert cafe, and Merchen drank tea and vomited blood.
Fortunately, it turned out very natural because I took into account that the Prince's acting might be awkward and used an emetic instead of poison.
Everyone was surprised, and the situation ended with Kali carrying the unconscious Merchen out.
Everyone was screaming in surprise, but he muttered indifferently, “Oh my,” and then suddenly remembered something important and got up.
I wanted to hit him once...
Obviously, I returned after giving him a scary warning, “When we meet again, you’ll be dead!”
When we finally met again, he just let me go. Ahem. The 'when we meet again' I'm talking about is the last day, you punk.
Anyway, I told Ryan about this series of events and Merchen's identity, and he was worried.
Who?
Not Merchen... me.
“What level are you on now?”
"A retrograde poem? Of course it's in the final stages."
After I returned, I only had one copy of <Poem of Retrograde> and immediately started training.
I also made good use of the two years I spent preparing while waiting to meet Ryan.
"Don't worry."
I reassured him that nothing was wrong, but Ryan looked uneasy.
Well, it might be awkward...
I think back to the Wassenberg ability textbook that I had memorized by heart.
'Retrograde Poem' was the ability with the most caveats.
Poem of Retrograde Movement
-The power to rewind time to the past.
Grade: Top
First Apparition: Adelaide Wassenberg
Manifestation Stage 1: The holder reverts to any point in the past within 48 hours.
Growth Stage 2: The holder reverts to any point in the past within 3 years.
Skill Level 3: The holder can return to any point in the past within 10 years.
*This is the stage where mental wear and tear begins to occur.
Stage 4 of Completion: The holder regresses to any point in the past up to the time when the 'Time of Retrograde' first manifested.
*Mental wear and tear
- Holders of the 'Poem of Retrograde' will experience mental wear and tear when using this ability starting from the proficiency stage.
-If the mind is completely worn out, it enters a state of 'madness', and the will to use this ability is also lost, making it like an idiot, so there is virtually no way to reverse it.
-The first, second, and third manifestations all died in a state of 'madness'.
-Based on the testimonies of the manifesters before their deaths, the total amount of time it takes to enter a state of 'madness' is estimated to be approximately 120 years.
'Maybe Ryan is worried that I'm going crazy because I'm overusing regression too much...'
That won't happen.
The holders of the 'Retrograde Poem' throughout history who died from madness are people who turned back time because they wanted to live longer, even though their lifespan was over.
I don't know how broken my mind is right now, but the experiences of past owners have taught me a rough deadline.
The total amount of time returned must not exceed '120 years'.
'If you can't succeed after 120 years, then it's right to just fail!'
Yes, that's right.
If you can't even succeed in that, and you're just going crazy and struggling, then you should just go crazy and die!
That's just a piece of cake!
Anyway, don't worry...
“Ugh! Oh my lord!”
Surprise!
Max, the mercenary who was serving as our housekeeper today, burst through the front door and barged in.
He spoke with his eyes wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.
“Wow, what’s that outside? Wow, it’s a really shiny, shiny, shiny, imperial carriage.”
What?
"Yes?"
Bane beamed. As Nike had said, the subjugation period this time was unusually short.
"He's a mercenary of exceptional skill. Thanks to him, I was saved in this battle."
“...?”
He saved Nike's life?
Even Bane knew that such a thing was unlikely to happen. The clever Crown Prince's mind was spinning quickly.
Nike, who had returned from the battlefield, found him. And what's more, the first thing he said was praising the skills of a mere mercenary...
The reason he specifically mentioned that he 'saved the life of the royal family' was because he wanted to personally praise the mercenary's achievement.
Bane was surprised and delighted.
My brother, I'm always grateful and sorry. But how sad and sorry I was because he never had any wishes or complaints.
How can such a Nike ask me a 'favor'?
"Yes! I'm so grateful and happy that he saved your life. I should personally congratulate him. Who are he?"
“...”
Looking at Bane's bright smile, Nike took a deep breath for a moment.
“I have a favor to ask...”
The day the subjugation had just ended.
He thought of Ryan.
***
“His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is the Prince's elder brother, isn't he?”
There was no way he would have asked something so obvious, and seeing him bring up the Crown Prince while saying he had a favor to ask, he got the feeling.
Nike nodded nervously.
"Yes."
“I am telling you this because I hope that you will be able to convey my unusual circumstances to His Highness the Crown Prince.”
"Whoosh," Ryan added, pulling the cape's bell straps tighter.
“I have a small hope that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince might also recognize that I am not the perpetrator of that Konrad massacre... twelve years ago—no, thirteen years ago now.”
"As Your Highness knows, that wasn't just a crime; it was mass murder. With that label attached to me, I can't even dream of success. It's truly frustrating."
Nike, who had been licking his lips, lowered his gaze.
Ever since he found out that Ryan was incompetent, he been feeling bad about him.
Ryan has been unjustly imprisoned for half his life and now has to live the rest of his life with a criminal record.
“My daughter and son... do you remember?”
“...”
“My daughter, Vania. That kind and pretty girl. Do you remember her...?”
Ryan muttered in a melancholy voice. Nike, who had been avoiding eye contact, forced himself to meet his gaze again.
"I wonder what my poor daughter has done wrong. She's supposed to meet a good man and get married, but because of her criminal father, her path to marriage is blocked..."
Nike seemed to know Ryan's intentions.
Perhaps... he wanted the trial for the Konrad massacre to be reopened 13 years ago.
He would like to help him.
He wanted to prove that Ryan didn't commit the massacre and bring the real culprits back to justice.
But... but it was impossible.
Because the royal family doesn't have that much power.
Nike bit her lip in embarrassment.
The fact that an imperial person who was falsely accused asks for help from a member of the royal family, but there is nothing he can do...
“...I’m sorry, but I can’t reopen the trial.”
Nike avoided Ryan's eyes.
“I also want you to clear your name. But... I don’t have the strength to do that...”
“Your Highness?!”
Ryan was surprised. When he looked up, he was smiling.
“That’s not what I meant?!”
"What?"
“Ahahaha...! No, that... Of course, that’s not possible, is it? What kind of family is the Wassenbergs? How can we reopen a trial they so deliberately orchestrated?”
Ryan said, rather surprised by Nike's reaction.
“What I’m asking you to do is just...”
***
"... He only wants to prove his innocence to His Highness the Crown Prince. It's sad enough living as a criminal, but having his path to success blocked is utterly bleak."
Nike raised his head.
Bane looked excited, as if he were about to throw a grand banquet.
"Why are you beating around the bush like this? Don't worry, and just tell me already. Don't you think this brother knows what you're hoping for?"
“Who is that man, you ask...”
Nike took a deep breath and said.
“His name is Ryan Belzer.”
As Bane paused, Nike immediately added.
“That’s right, he was the fifth eldest son of the Wassenberg family.”
“...”
The Crown Prince was shocked and froze.
***
We returned to Belzer, and life was peaceful.
After eating breakfast, everyone gathered in the living room and had a cup of cocoa.
“I guess I have to do the dishes.”
"No!"
As Merchen tried to get up, Ryan became confused and stopped him.
“I, I will do it, Your Highness!”
“...Why on earth are you doing this?”
“From today onwards, Your Highness, do not enter the kitchen at all!”
It was funny to see Ryan rushing to do the dishes instead of Merchen.
‘You don’t have to go that far...’
Ryan's 'Merchen Overprotection' has begun.
The idea is to keep them from going near the place where the blades are, in case Ratan sticks out.
The day we turned back time, when we realized that Mario Wassenberg, the sixth in our family, was after the Prince.
It didn't last long.
The longer I wait, the greater my loss.
Around that morning...
[Koenig, Baylanstrasse 37-1]
"Kali, don't ask any questions. Just sneak in here now. It's a dessert cafe, but more specifically, the kitchen. The owner has either been bribed or is about to be, and is planning to poison the food. Watch over them and put emetics in the food instead of poisoning it."
How does an escort do something like this?
...to say the least, Kali, who had been trained from the beginning with the goal of infiltration and as an assassin rather than an escort, did it perfectly.
“Oh, and you need to know the poison’s ingredients, so make sure to bring the poison you were originally planning to put in.”
The fact that she followed me without asking me anything, and that she said it didn't matter if I made mistakes, but of course I succeeded, was no different from Kali before my regression.
And I made Merchen act.
“There are people who suspect that there is a monster inside the Prince.”
"What?!"
"Even if I try to run away and hide right now, I'll just be suspected again and be followed. So I have to show them that poison doesn't turn you into a monster. Could you pretend to take poison and collapse just once?"
I got a hint from my fourth brother, Gabriel's beast blood spitting performance, and made a fake blood bag, which Merchen put in his mouth.
After that, everything was the same.
Mario came again, and we went to a dessert cafe, and Merchen drank tea and vomited blood.
Fortunately, it turned out very natural because I took into account that the Prince's acting might be awkward and used an emetic instead of poison.
Everyone was surprised, and the situation ended with Kali carrying the unconscious Merchen out.
That damn Mario bastard fed me poison, yet when nothing happened, he just cleaned up.
I wanted to hit him once...
Obviously, I returned after giving him a scary warning, “When we meet again, you’ll be dead!”
When we finally met again, he just let me go. Ahem. The 'when we meet again' I'm talking about is the last day, you punk.
Anyway, I told Ryan about this series of events and Merchen's identity, and he was worried.
Who?
Not Merchen... me.
“What level are you on now?”
"A retrograde poem? Of course it's in the final stages."
After I returned, I only had one copy of <Poem of Retrograde> and immediately started training.
I also made good use of the two years I spent preparing while waiting to meet Ryan.
“Wind it up moderately. You'll end up dead if you keep this up.”
I reassured him that nothing was wrong, but Ryan looked uneasy.
Well, it might be awkward...
I think back to the Wassenberg ability textbook that I had memorized by heart.
'Retrograde Poem' was the ability with the most caveats.
Poem of Retrograde Movement
-The power to rewind time to the past.
Grade: Top
First Apparition: Adelaide Wassenberg
Manifestation Stage 1: The holder reverts to any point in the past within 48 hours.
Growth Stage 2: The holder reverts to any point in the past within 3 years.
Skill Level 3: The holder can return to any point in the past within 10 years.
*This is the stage where mental wear and tear begins to occur.
Stage 4 of Completion: The holder regresses to any point in the past up to the time when the 'Time of Retrograde' first manifested.
*Mental wear and tear
- Holders of the 'Poem of Retrograde' will experience mental wear and tear when using this ability starting from the proficiency stage.
-If the mind is completely worn out, it enters a state of 'madness', and the will to use this ability is also lost, making it like an idiot, so there is virtually no way to reverse it.
-The first, second, and third manifestations all died in a state of 'madness'.
-Based on the testimonies of the manifesters before their deaths, the total amount of time it takes to enter a state of 'madness' is estimated to be approximately 120 years.
'Maybe Ryan is worried that I'm going crazy because I'm overusing regression too much...'
That won't happen.
The holders of the 'Retrograde Poem' throughout history who died from madness are people who turned back time because they wanted to live longer, even though their lifespan was over.
I don't know how broken my mind is right now, but the experiences of past owners have taught me a rough deadline.
The total amount of time returned must not exceed '120 years'.
If I make a mistake, I'll take the blame; if I fail, I'll take the blame. As long as the total time I delete doesn't exceed 120 years, that's all that matters.
Humanly speaking...
Yes, that's right.
If you can't even succeed in that, and you're just going crazy and struggling, then you should just go crazy and die!
That's just a piece of cake!
Anyway, don't worry...
“Ugh! Oh my lord!”
Surprise!
Max, the mercenary who was serving as our housekeeper today, burst through the front door and barged in.
He spoke with his eyes wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.
“Wow, what’s that outside? Wow, it’s a really shiny, shiny, shiny, imperial carriage.”
What?
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