“...Are you serious?”
Nike asked.
“What?”
“I mean, the reason you are planning to implement a migrant support plan for Belzer. That reason is really... what Sir Ryan said...”
“Since the gap between the families is so great, it seems His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is trying to match my level in advance...!”
Nike bit his lip, unable to say anything more. The Crown Prince found his younger sibling adorable and burst out laughing.
“Well, of course, that is one reason.”
Nike paused.
It sounds like you're saying there's a bigger reason for pushing Ryan... but Nike doesn't have the confidence to continue the conversation here.
His brother is a sharp person, and the more Nike talks, the more he ends up getting his tail stepped on.
Clearly... He knows something more about Ryan.
Ratan joined because of a letter the Crown Prince sent to Ryan without Nike's knowledge.
Why did the Crown Prince ask Ryan for help? It’s not like Ryan could come up with a plan even if he asked.
However, the Crown Prince did so.
“How is your memory? Is it coming back?”
“...Not yet.”
"Yes, don't push yourself too hard. If you remember, tell me then."
"All right."
Crown Prince Bane turned his gaze out the window.
And then he thought of Vania, who had been acting the whole time demurely, as if trying to make a good impression on him, and had been so attentive.
“Pfft.”
He burst out laughing.
Nike looked at Bane in surprise.
"Ah, I'm sorry."
Bane looked out the window again.
Once he was certain of Vania's return, there were more than a few funny and cute things about her.
Is it too much of a stretch to assume that Vania is a person with supernatural abilities and a time traveler?
The 1% of doubt he had left was definitely gone when he asked for a plan, and she pulled out a Ratan as if she had been waiting for it.
What is the probability that Merchen, whom she met by chance during her travels and became family, turned out to be a possessed demon and a figure from 600 years ago? It absolutely cannot be a coincidence.
So now he gets curious.
'What kind of superpower does she have?'
Nike probably knows, but he would never tell him.
That was wise.
What if Vania were an ability user with unimaginably powerful abilities?
Even if Ryan and Vania claim that they are harmless and will stand entirely on the side of the Imperial Family, the fact remains that they are targets of suspicion as long as they are supernatural beings.
A 'good' superpower user captured an 'evil' superpower user who stood at the pinnacle of power. Then, can the 'good' superpower user who has newly risen to the top remain 'good'?
No one can know until that time comes.
As the leader of the Empire, Bane is in a position where he must regard all individuals with supernatural abilities as 'evil' and make only cold-hearted judgments.
Nike is well aware of that fact.
So, even though Bane is his older brother, Nike can't tell him all his secrets.
"Nike."
"Yes."
"I need to know what kind of person Sir Ryan is and what he is thinking."
"... Yes."
"That’s exactly why. Shouldn’t you keep him close and observe whether he can be trusted or rejected?"
At Bane's words, Nike remained silent for a moment before nodding.
“Thank you, Your Highness! I will devote my life to becoming the foundation of the Empire!”
Ryan, who was grinning from ear to ear after being summoned to the waiting procession and given a spectacular awarding ceremony just as he wanted before leaving.
Thinking of him, Bane laughed again.
Unfortunately, in the current empire, all people with supernatural abilities are 'evil'.
Nevertheless, there is only one reason why the Crown Prince is trying to elevate Ryan, who is still untrusted.
For now, Ryan is the 'lesser evil' from which he can at least attempt to catch the 'worst'.
An empire that will only be slowly eaten away by Wassenberg if it does nothing anyway.
As an ordinary human without supernatural abilities, there is no other way to save the collapsing empire.
"Many things will change from now on."
Bane, who had been staring out the window, turned to look at Nike.
Nike, which did not give up on Vania despite undoubtedly facing countless objections before the regression.
A dangerous choice to leave future memories to a superpowered individual who must be wary.
One could say that it was an act of betraying the country out of blind love.
But if you think about it the other way around.
Vania also meant that Nike was valuable and trustworthy enough to go 'that far'.
The Crown Prince, who has no memory, cannot trust Vania.
I just hope your choice wasn't wrong, Nike.
He only trusts Nike, who chose Vania.
That evening.
A party was held in the front yard of our house's annex (a renovated abandoned house right next to the mansion where the nanny Emma and the butler Ralph, and his wife stay).
Bonfires lit here and there, as bright as day.
There are as many as four 10-person tables set up in the front yard of the annex.
Ryan made it from the start to use for outdoor barbecue parties, and we've been making good use of it until now.
“Whoa! Our Lord, from criminal to Duke! Let’s go for a success story!”
“Haha, are you going all the way to the Duke, Lord?”
“Ah, why can’t you! Even the Emperor does it!”
My household soldiers—the 20 former Cerberus mercenaries—are already heavily intoxicated.
It seems someone made a remark that could lead to arrest for insulting the royal family, but since it is a special day, let's let it slide just this once.
"Alright, alright! Let's all toast!"
Likewise, Lord Belzer, who was heavily intoxicated (Special: Received Viscount title today), raised his beer glass.
“Lord! But is it really okay for us to push ourselves this hard today? You know we have to go set up the barracks in Shakht tomorrow, right?”
Max was worried.
That's right. It feels like just yesterday that we subdued the neighbors (Shakht, the cursed land in the eastern continent), but half a year has already passed.
It means that the evil beasts that appear every six months will soon show up again.
“Huh? What are you worried about?”
Merchen, who was listening, shrugged his shoulders.
“As long as I’m here, the monsters can’t run wild. Even if you’re still a bit tipsy and staggering, you won’t die, so don’t worry and just enjoy yourself. Isn’t this a happy day?”
“Wow, that’s the best!”
“You're handsome! You're a good-looking man!”
“That’s right! As you all know, the opening of our Belzer gates is entirely thanks to the Prince!”
Ryan went behind Merchen, placed his chin on his shoulder, and spoke.
“Long live the Prince!”
"Hurray!"
“Handsome men save the world! Hurray!”
"Hurray~!!!"
“Ugh, stop it, everyone.”
Merchen waved his hand.
Ah, did I mention that? Now the Prince can transform into a monster in a slightly more convenient way.
It's thanks to Revan.
“Ah, here is the Professor! The only intellectual to have made it in our family! You all, treat him with the utmost respect, understood?”
“Ah, don’t do things like this!”
Revan swung his arm to shake off Ryan, who was clinging to him from behind.
“W-what? You turn into a demon beast even if you eat poison? Wasn't the condition for becoming a demon beast externally injured?”
“Yeah, I thought so too, but actually...”
Do you remember?
When Mario Wassenberg, the sixth son of our family, who suspected the Prince's true identity long ago, came to visit and gave him poisoned tea.
The Prince had become Ratan.
I can't believe I completely forgot about that!
It is understandable, considering I never originally intended to turn him into a monster.
But now, the Prince finds it inevitable to self-harm periodically.
As I kept worrying about that point, it reminded me of the time I had spent with Mario that I had forgotten.
“It would be much easier if you used poison, right, brother?”
“Is that even something you can say!”
Revan immediately provided poison and syringes.
Now, Merchen was able to summon Ratan much more cleanly through the simple process of injecting poison into his arm.
“By the way, where is my son?”
Ryan found Alex.
"He went to bed a while ago."
“Already? Ha, right. Children should go to sleep early.”
His son's bold ambition is to go to law school to clear his father's name. Moved by hearing this, Ryan had been head over heels for Alex lately.
“Our Alexander is set to succeed Revan as the brilliant intellectual of the Belzer family, so you all must serve him well!”
“Of course, Lord!”
“Loyalty, loyalty!”
Satisfied with the loud shouts of the soldiers, Ryan staggered and continued walking between the tables.
“Huh? Who is this!”
The drunk lion's next target is.
“Isn’t that my daughter’s bodyguard who used to stubbornly insist day in and day out that I wasn’t the lord because there were no villagers here?!”
Kali, who was sitting next to me.
“Kali, you rascal! Now that I have met the conditions of the Lord you’ve been singing about, say a word to me!”
"I acknowledge it. Congratulations."
Kali said with a smile.
Ryan, feeling pleased, rubbed his nose.
“By the way... are you dating?”
"Yes?"
He gestured to Max across from her with his chin while asking a random question.
Oh, here it comes!
Kali and Max, childhood friends who have been together their whole lives, since their hometown.
However, after Max dropped a bombshell confession on Kali ahead of the last Western expedition.
“...I’m worried.”
“Why are you worrying about a commander who is much stronger than you, you idiot?”
"I do it because I like it, why not?"
I wonder what happened!
I deliberately didn't ask first because it seemed like Kali didn't want to talk...
"I broke off our friendship."
"?!?!?!"
Nike asked.
“What?”
“I mean, the reason you are planning to implement a migrant support plan for Belzer. That reason is really... what Sir Ryan said...”
“Since the gap between the families is so great, it seems His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is trying to match my level in advance...!”
Nike bit his lip, unable to say anything more. The Crown Prince found his younger sibling adorable and burst out laughing.
“Well, of course, that is one reason.”
Nike paused.
It sounds like you're saying there's a bigger reason for pushing Ryan... but Nike doesn't have the confidence to continue the conversation here.
His brother is a sharp person, and the more Nike talks, the more he ends up getting his tail stepped on.
Clearly... He knows something more about Ryan.
Ratan joined because of a letter the Crown Prince sent to Ryan without Nike's knowledge.
Why did the Crown Prince ask Ryan for help? It’s not like Ryan could come up with a plan even if he asked.
However, the Crown Prince did so.
“How is your memory? Is it coming back?”
“...Not yet.”
"Yes, don't push yourself too hard. If you remember, tell me then."
"All right."
Crown Prince Bane turned his gaze out the window.
And then he thought of Vania, who had been acting the whole time demurely, as if trying to make a good impression on him, and had been so attentive.
“Pfft.”
He burst out laughing.
Nike looked at Bane in surprise.
"Ah, I'm sorry."
Bane looked out the window again.
Once he was certain of Vania's return, there were more than a few funny and cute things about her.
Is it too much of a stretch to assume that Vania is a person with supernatural abilities and a time traveler?
The 1% of doubt he had left was definitely gone when he asked for a plan, and she pulled out a Ratan as if she had been waiting for it.
What is the probability that Merchen, whom she met by chance during her travels and became family, turned out to be a possessed demon and a figure from 600 years ago? It absolutely cannot be a coincidence.
So now he gets curious.
'What kind of superpower does she have?'
Nike probably knows, but he would never tell him.
That was wise.
What if Vania were an ability user with unimaginably powerful abilities?
Even if Ryan and Vania claim that they are harmless and will stand entirely on the side of the Imperial Family, the fact remains that they are targets of suspicion as long as they are supernatural beings.
A 'good' superpower user captured an 'evil' superpower user who stood at the pinnacle of power. Then, can the 'good' superpower user who has newly risen to the top remain 'good'?
No one can know until that time comes.
As the leader of the Empire, Bane is in a position where he must regard all individuals with supernatural abilities as 'evil' and make only cold-hearted judgments.
Nike is well aware of that fact.
So, even though Bane is his older brother, Nike can't tell him all his secrets.
"Nike."
"Yes."
"I need to know what kind of person Sir Ryan is and what he is thinking."
"... Yes."
"That’s exactly why. Shouldn’t you keep him close and observe whether he can be trusted or rejected?"
At Bane's words, Nike remained silent for a moment before nodding.
“Thank you, Your Highness! I will devote my life to becoming the foundation of the Empire!”
Ryan, who was grinning from ear to ear after being summoned to the waiting procession and given a spectacular awarding ceremony just as he wanted before leaving.
Thinking of him, Bane laughed again.
Unfortunately, in the current empire, all people with supernatural abilities are 'evil'.
Nevertheless, there is only one reason why the Crown Prince is trying to elevate Ryan, who is still untrusted.
For now, Ryan is the 'lesser evil' from which he can at least attempt to catch the 'worst'.
An empire that will only be slowly eaten away by Wassenberg if it does nothing anyway.
As an ordinary human without supernatural abilities, there is no other way to save the collapsing empire.
"Many things will change from now on."
Bane, who had been staring out the window, turned to look at Nike.
Nike, which did not give up on Vania despite undoubtedly facing countless objections before the regression.
A dangerous choice to leave future memories to a superpowered individual who must be wary.
One could say that it was an act of betraying the country out of blind love.
But if you think about it the other way around.
Vania also meant that Nike was valuable and trustworthy enough to go 'that far'.
The Crown Prince, who has no memory, cannot trust Vania.
I just hope your choice wasn't wrong, Nike.
He only trusts Nike, who chose Vania.
***
That evening.
A party was held in the front yard of our house's annex (a renovated abandoned house right next to the mansion where the nanny Emma and the butler Ralph, and his wife stay).
Bonfires lit here and there, as bright as day.
There are as many as four 10-person tables set up in the front yard of the annex.
Ryan made it from the start to use for outdoor barbecue parties, and we've been making good use of it until now.
“Whoa! Our Lord, from criminal to Duke! Let’s go for a success story!”
“Haha, are you going all the way to the Duke, Lord?”
“Ah, why can’t you! Even the Emperor does it!”
My household soldiers—the 20 former Cerberus mercenaries—are already heavily intoxicated.
It seems someone made a remark that could lead to arrest for insulting the royal family, but since it is a special day, let's let it slide just this once.
"Alright, alright! Let's all toast!"
Likewise, Lord Belzer, who was heavily intoxicated (Special: Received Viscount title today), raised his beer glass.
“Lord! But is it really okay for us to push ourselves this hard today? You know we have to go set up the barracks in Shakht tomorrow, right?”
Max was worried.
That's right. It feels like just yesterday that we subdued the neighbors (Shakht, the cursed land in the eastern continent), but half a year has already passed.
It means that the evil beasts that appear every six months will soon show up again.
“Huh? What are you worried about?”
Merchen, who was listening, shrugged his shoulders.
“As long as I’m here, the monsters can’t run wild. Even if you’re still a bit tipsy and staggering, you won’t die, so don’t worry and just enjoy yourself. Isn’t this a happy day?”
“Wow, that’s the best!”
“You're handsome! You're a good-looking man!”
“That’s right! As you all know, the opening of our Belzer gates is entirely thanks to the Prince!”
Ryan went behind Merchen, placed his chin on his shoulder, and spoke.
“Long live the Prince!”
"Hurray!"
“Handsome men save the world! Hurray!”
"Hurray~!!!"
“Ugh, stop it, everyone.”
Merchen waved his hand.
Ah, did I mention that? Now the Prince can transform into a monster in a slightly more convenient way.
It's thanks to Revan.
“Ah, here is the Professor! The only intellectual to have made it in our family! You all, treat him with the utmost respect, understood?”
“Ah, don’t do things like this!”
Revan swung his arm to shake off Ryan, who was clinging to him from behind.
“W-what? You turn into a demon beast even if you eat poison? Wasn't the condition for becoming a demon beast externally injured?”
“Yeah, I thought so too, but actually...”
Do you remember?
When Mario Wassenberg, the sixth son of our family, who suspected the Prince's true identity long ago, came to visit and gave him poisoned tea.
The Prince had become Ratan.
I can't believe I completely forgot about that!
It is understandable, considering I never originally intended to turn him into a monster.
But now, the Prince finds it inevitable to self-harm periodically.
As I kept worrying about that point, it reminded me of the time I had spent with Mario that I had forgotten.
“It would be much easier if you used poison, right, brother?”
“Is that even something you can say!”
Revan immediately provided poison and syringes.
Now, Merchen was able to summon Ratan much more cleanly through the simple process of injecting poison into his arm.
“By the way, where is my son?”
Ryan found Alex.
"He went to bed a while ago."
“Already? Ha, right. Children should go to sleep early.”
His son's bold ambition is to go to law school to clear his father's name. Moved by hearing this, Ryan had been head over heels for Alex lately.
“Our Alexander is set to succeed Revan as the brilliant intellectual of the Belzer family, so you all must serve him well!”
“Of course, Lord!”
“Loyalty, loyalty!”
Satisfied with the loud shouts of the soldiers, Ryan staggered and continued walking between the tables.
“Huh? Who is this!”
The drunk lion's next target is.
“Isn’t that my daughter’s bodyguard who used to stubbornly insist day in and day out that I wasn’t the lord because there were no villagers here?!”
Kali, who was sitting next to me.
“Kali, you rascal! Now that I have met the conditions of the Lord you’ve been singing about, say a word to me!”
"I acknowledge it. Congratulations."
Kali said with a smile.
Ryan, feeling pleased, rubbed his nose.
“By the way... are you dating?”
"Yes?"
He gestured to Max across from her with his chin while asking a random question.
Oh, here it comes!
Kali and Max, childhood friends who have been together their whole lives, since their hometown.
However, after Max dropped a bombshell confession on Kali ahead of the last Western expedition.
“...I’m worried.”
“Why are you worrying about a commander who is much stronger than you, you idiot?”
"I do it because I like it, why not?"
I wonder what happened!
I deliberately didn't ask first because it seemed like Kali didn't want to talk...
"I broke off our friendship."
"?!?!?!"
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