I said it right away.
"If you've done something good during the Demonic Crisis, it shouldn't be that hard to earn a Baron title. But since my father has a history of serving prison sentences in Abyssinian, you're likely to fail the merit review."
“It’s not just a high probability, it’s almost 100%?”
“Yeah, that’s right. That’s why we absolutely have to meet the Crown Prince.”
"No way?"
Ryan frowned.
“You’re not asking me to explain to the Crown Prince that I was falsely accused and served time in prison, are you?”
“That’s it.”
"That's crazy. That's impossible. We'll never meet anyway."
Ryan added with a chuckle.
"A man as high as the Crown Prince, having a private meeting with a criminal? And a man of Wassenberg blood, who would probably tremble with disgust, and who murdered everyone in Konrad twelve years ago?"
“Wow, you’re so objective...”
"Even if, really, we did get the chance to meet and talk, if I told him I was falsely accused, would he believe me and say, 'Oh, that's right?'"
“It would be possible if the Crown Prince were an unintelligent human being...”
Ryan, who had been listening to Revan's words from time to time, burst out laughing and asked me.
“Well, I don’t know because I haven’t met him. Is he an unintelligent person?”
"No..."
As Ryan went on to point out each and every thing, I also became frustrated.
But we have to meet.
The Crown Prince, somehow.
“Well... First, let me ask you why I need a title.”
Ryan said with a sigh.
"Just in case, I'll tell you this: I don't have to live as a noble anymore. I don't have any inconveniences. I've been living like a Prince for twelve years, so I've long since forgotten what it was like to be a Prince. So, if you're worried about me, that's fine."
“I'm indeed worried about my father... but I’m not telling you to live a life of luxury as a noble and get a title.”
I got up, shaking my hands.
“What does the picture of revenge that Dad draws look like?”
Finally, the time has come to say this.
“You plan to hide away from your father, train your abilities to the max, gather all the people with abilities, and kill them all at once, right?”
"Yes."
“After killing?”
“...”
“Then what about Dad?”
Ryan looked at me silently.
“Have you never thought about what will happen next, or even if you have, it doesn’t really matter?”
“...”
"Dad is preparing to kill for your own cause, but others don't know that. Even if you explain it later, they won't even consider it. You'll just become another person with special powers who kills other people with special powers. And with a very, very, very dangerous special power."
“...”
"Even if you kill bad guys, murder is still murder. Dad is an Imperial citizen, so you must be tried by this country's laws. You'll end up in the Abyssinian again, won't you?"
His eyes blinked slowly.
"Does that really matter? Are you going to dedicate your life to revenge and live the rest of your life in a concentration camp? Oh, but I ruined that crazy family, so that's fine. Are you satisfied?"
After that, I took a deep breath and placed my hand on Ryan's shoulder as he sat down.
“I can’t stand seeing that.”
“...”
"You're a man who, born alone in a crazy corner of the house, is personally set on clearing up the sins of your family. You're a man who's going to pour out the next few years of your life."
“...”
“For someone like that... how can ending up with you closing your eyes in a concentration camp be any good?”
That ending would probably have happened if there had been no regression.
Before my regression, Ryan didn't really prepare for the aftermath and just slaughtered people with superpowers.
Of course, that was the only way for Ryan.
As a criminal, he could not ask for help from the imperial family or bring the Wassenberg members to justice.
"You've shouldered this burden alone for the sake of everyone in the world, and you can't let anyone else know that. You can't just live with the label of a crazy murderer. Of course, Dad might have been prepared for that, but I don't want to."
That's why. So...
"That's why we need a title. Not just force, but the 'power' to bring Wassenberg to justice. The day everything is ready."
“...”
“Father, you must judge Wassenberg not as a private murderer, but as a legal executor.”
Ryan turned his head away from me and took a deep breath, as if he had heard something he shouldn't have.
It must be confusing.
I've been drawing this picture ever since I returned, but Ryan is hearing about it for the first time.
To bring the Wassenbergs, whose power has already been firmly established, to justice and legally execute them.
It's easier said than done; it's an absurd dream.
It's also a much more difficult way to go back than a simple massacre.
But for Ryan's life, it has to be done that way.
"I'll figure out how to meet the Crown Prince. I told you in advance so you'd know, so you wouldn't miss the opportunity if it came."
Ryan then said no and just got up without saying anything.
I said it as if I was praying for the last time.
"Please. Dad, you have your own life. When it's over, I want you to live happily, without any worries. I'll help you. Yes?"
Ryan didn't give me a full answer, as if he was thinking too much, and just left me behind and walked out the front door.
“Huh.”
"If you've done something good during the Demonic Crisis, it shouldn't be that hard to earn a Baron title. But since my father has a history of serving prison sentences in Abyssinian, you're likely to fail the merit review."
“It’s not just a high probability, it’s almost 100%?”
“Yeah, that’s right. That’s why we absolutely have to meet the Crown Prince.”
"No way?"
Ryan frowned.
“You’re not asking me to explain to the Crown Prince that I was falsely accused and served time in prison, are you?”
“That’s it.”
"That's crazy. That's impossible. We'll never meet anyway."
Ryan added with a chuckle.
"A man as high as the Crown Prince, having a private meeting with a criminal? And a man of Wassenberg blood, who would probably tremble with disgust, and who murdered everyone in Konrad twelve years ago?"
“Wow, you’re so objective...”
"Even if, really, we did get the chance to meet and talk, if I told him I was falsely accused, would he believe me and say, 'Oh, that's right?'"
“It would be possible if the Crown Prince were an unintelligent human being...”
Ryan, who had been listening to Revan's words from time to time, burst out laughing and asked me.
“Well, I don’t know because I haven’t met him. Is he an unintelligent person?”
"No..."
As Ryan went on to point out each and every thing, I also became frustrated.
But we have to meet.
The Crown Prince, somehow.
“Well... First, let me ask you why I need a title.”
Ryan said with a sigh.
"Just in case, I'll tell you this: I don't have to live as a noble anymore. I don't have any inconveniences. I've been living like a Prince for twelve years, so I've long since forgotten what it was like to be a Prince. So, if you're worried about me, that's fine."
“I'm indeed worried about my father... but I’m not telling you to live a life of luxury as a noble and get a title.”
I got up, shaking my hands.
“What does the picture of revenge that Dad draws look like?”
Finally, the time has come to say this.
“You plan to hide away from your father, train your abilities to the max, gather all the people with abilities, and kill them all at once, right?”
"Yes."
“After killing?”
“...”
“Then what about Dad?”
Ryan looked at me silently.
“Have you never thought about what will happen next, or even if you have, it doesn’t really matter?”
“...”
"Dad is preparing to kill for your own cause, but others don't know that. Even if you explain it later, they won't even consider it. You'll just become another person with special powers who kills other people with special powers. And with a very, very, very dangerous special power."
“...”
"Even if you kill bad guys, murder is still murder. Dad is an Imperial citizen, so you must be tried by this country's laws. You'll end up in the Abyssinian again, won't you?"
His eyes blinked slowly.
"Does that really matter? Are you going to dedicate your life to revenge and live the rest of your life in a concentration camp? Oh, but I ruined that crazy family, so that's fine. Are you satisfied?"
After that, I took a deep breath and placed my hand on Ryan's shoulder as he sat down.
“I can’t stand seeing that.”
“...”
"You're a man who, born alone in a crazy corner of the house, is personally set on clearing up the sins of your family. You're a man who's going to pour out the next few years of your life."
“...”
“For someone like that... how can ending up with you closing your eyes in a concentration camp be any good?”
That ending would probably have happened if there had been no regression.
Before my regression, Ryan didn't really prepare for the aftermath and just slaughtered people with superpowers.
Of course, that was the only way for Ryan.
As a criminal, he could not ask for help from the imperial family or bring the Wassenberg members to justice.
"You've shouldered this burden alone for the sake of everyone in the world, and you can't let anyone else know that. You can't just live with the label of a crazy murderer. Of course, Dad might have been prepared for that, but I don't want to."
That's why. So...
"That's why we need a title. Not just force, but the 'power' to bring Wassenberg to justice. The day everything is ready."
“...”
“Father, you must judge Wassenberg not as a private murderer, but as a legal executor.”
Ryan turned his head away from me and took a deep breath, as if he had heard something he shouldn't have.
It must be confusing.
I've been drawing this picture ever since I returned, but Ryan is hearing about it for the first time.
To bring the Wassenbergs, whose power has already been firmly established, to justice and legally execute them.
It's easier said than done; it's an absurd dream.
It's also a much more difficult way to go back than a simple massacre.
But for Ryan's life, it has to be done that way.
"I'll figure out how to meet the Crown Prince. I told you in advance so you'd know, so you wouldn't miss the opportunity if it came."
Ryan then said no and just got up without saying anything.
I said it as if I was praying for the last time.
"Please. Dad, you have your own life. When it's over, I want you to live happily, without any worries. I'll help you. Yes?"
Ryan didn't give me a full answer, as if he was thinking too much, and just left me behind and walked out the front door.
“Huh.”
I turned around weakly and saw Revan.
“...Why are you crying?”
He was sobbing.
“No, I wonder what kind of luck it was that my brother was born with to have such a daughter...”
“...”
Oh, me.
I was laughing, but my heart was heavy.
Now that I've actually told everyone what I want to say, I feel like I still have a long way to go.
***
Deep night.
I lit a candle, placed a piece of paper and a pen on the desk, and was lost in thought.
The ending itself will not be different from the one before the regression.
Ryan gradually trains his abilities, building up the strength to punish the BlWassenberg members, and on the final day, take their lives.
However, unlike before the return, a legal condemnation.
'Imperial family.'
This time, collusion with the imperial family must come first.
‘This is the most difficult...’
Gathering evidence of Wassenberg's crimes? It's easy. They don't really try to hide it, because they know the law won't punish them anyway.
So, everything is already ready.
From ‘evidence that can be used to sentence to death’ to ‘the executioner who will carry out the death sentence’...
A painting that would be completed smoothly if only the imperial family would allow Wassenberg's execution.
'But? The Emperor would never do something like that.'
Emperor of the Valencia Empire.
Alphonse Lord Valencier.
He is my lover's father, but I can't help but describe him as a weak person.
His father was pathologically afraid of the Duke of Wassenberg and helplessly handed over their family's interests to him time and again.
Without much resistance...
'Of course, he couldn't have overcome the trauma since he suffered from it his whole life.'
The Emperor's life was poisoned almost from beginning to end by the presence of Duke Edgar Wassenberg.
Why wouldn't the Emperor have wanted to nurture the empire in good health?
He must have had a time when he was full of spirit, but his will was broken after suffering under the Duke of Wassenberg his entire life.
That's why I don't expect it.
Because if you tell him to catch Wassenberg, he might crawl under the covers and tremble, saying, "Are you crazy?"
But.
'The Crown Prince is different.'
The person I'm targeting for collusion with the royal family is the Crown Prince.
Crown Prince, Bane Valencier...
My lover Nike's eldest brother.
I think of him.
“Please break up with Nike.”
Oh no no no!
Don't think about the first meeting!
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