“...Konrad, when was that? Is it the period for filing a request for reconsideration?”
"I also found it strange and looked into it, but it appears that the period for filing a retrial starts again from the moment new evidence is submitted that could overturn the original judgment."
"Evidence?"
Edgar was lost in thought for a moment.
Then, putting down the pen, he massaged his stiff neck and said.
“Leaving the retrial aside. To deny the criminal charges, they would have to prove that Ryan is incapacitated. Is that even possible?”
Ryan will try to deny the fact that he committed a crime due to a 'superpower rampage' when he is unable to use his superpowers.
Then, one would have to prove in court that he is incapacitated, but that is impossible.
From Wassenberg, where every child of the head of the family is born with a special ability.
Who would believe you if you only said you were incompetent?
'But...'
Just then, Edgar was trying to declare two incapacitated illegitimate children as his own to bring Ryan back.
It means he intended to admit the existence of the incompetent person with his own mouth.
In that case, naturally, Ryan's claim that he is incompetent will gain weight.
"Hmm."
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Edgar's fingers tapped on the office desk, lost in thought.
It has been three weeks since Alex returned home after taking a leave of absence.
On the contrary, I am leaving home today.
“I’ll be back. Make sure you eat well, don’t stay up late, don’t go anywhere dangerous, always have an escort with you, and if anything happens, write me right away...”
“Vania...”
“Sister, stop!”
The Prince, who had been listening to my plea, looked disgusted, and Alex grabbed my shoulder tightly.
"Nothing has happened yet."
“I know. I know, but it’s just the constant worry I have as an older sister.”
"You go do well, sister."
Alex grabbed my body and gave it back.
Behind them are Ryan and Nike.
"Doesn't my daughter ever get tired of it? She's been saying the same thing for 20 minutes."
Ryan grumbled.
Today is the day the monster extermination in the cursed land of the East, Shacht, has ended.
On Nike's way back from the subjugation, Ryan and I are going with him. To be precise, we are going to Nike's house. I mean the Imperial Palace.
Riding in the glittering imperial carriage visible in the distance.
"What about your body?"
Nike asked.
"It's okay!"
“...”
“Daughter, he’s asking for a specific explanation of the condition. It’s a week’s journey to the prefecture.”
“...Yes. I don’t cough up blood anymore. As long as I don’t move around too vigorously, it doesn’t interfere with my daily life. I just need to sleep through the night for ten hours. Oh, but...”
It makes me sigh.
"My eating habits are a bit..."
My stomach was the biggest problem during every recovery period.
"Still not caught? Do I have to prepare a patient's meal?"
“Yes. What should we do? This is a big problem.”
“What do you have to do? Just do it.”
...Really? As a patient?
"Your Highness!"
Just then, Duncan, our castle cook who had been fidgeting beside him, intervened. He gave Nike a note.
"This is the recipe for the patient's meal, young lady."
"Ah, really."
"Greasy foods are strictly forbidden. She has a poor sense of smell, too. Meat is difficult for her to digest, so please be sure to keep that in mind."
"I will."
“Thanks, Duncan! Now then...”
I greeted the castle people who had come to see me off.
"I'll be back! Take care, everyone!"
I am leaving for the capital today.
To see Nike's family.
Before my father could legally claim parental rights over Alex and me, we had to resolve the issues that would arise from this.
Although I applied for a retrial of the Konrad massacre and threw out a bait to buy time...
Literally, we just bought time so that Father couldn't just kidnap us outright.
A fundamental solution was needed that accounted for even the response of my father, who was good at unnecessarily scheming.
Inside the carriage, heading to the capital.
This journey is part of that 'solution'.
The day I heard the bolt from the blue that I might become Wassenberg again.
Nike was worried about our relationship, so he came up with a solution and went back.
"Let's get married before Duke Wassenberg makes a move."
"Yes?!"
I thought it was a wild boar!
Since I had already accepted the proposal, I imagined having a leisurely wedding once everything was over...
However, since it was unknown when or how the custody dispute between my father and Ryan would proceed, hurrying was the wisest course of action for now.
What I mean is, right now that I am Ryan's daughter, Vania 'Belzer'!
It means roasting beans over a lightning strike.
And so, this journey is the way to meet the elders of my boyfriend's family ahead of the royal wedding...
“Snore… Grrr!”
"I also found it strange and looked into it, but it appears that the period for filing a retrial starts again from the moment new evidence is submitted that could overturn the original judgment."
"Evidence?"
Edgar was lost in thought for a moment.
Then, putting down the pen, he massaged his stiff neck and said.
“Leaving the retrial aside. To deny the criminal charges, they would have to prove that Ryan is incapacitated. Is that even possible?”
Ryan will try to deny the fact that he committed a crime due to a 'superpower rampage' when he is unable to use his superpowers.
Then, one would have to prove in court that he is incapacitated, but that is impossible.
From Wassenberg, where every child of the head of the family is born with a special ability.
Who would believe you if you only said you were incompetent?
'But...'
Just then, Edgar was trying to declare two incapacitated illegitimate children as his own to bring Ryan back.
It means he intended to admit the existence of the incompetent person with his own mouth.
In that case, naturally, Ryan's claim that he is incompetent will gain weight.
"Hmm."
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Edgar's fingers tapped on the office desk, lost in thought.
***
It has been three weeks since Alex returned home after taking a leave of absence.
On the contrary, I am leaving home today.
“I’ll be back. Make sure you eat well, don’t stay up late, don’t go anywhere dangerous, always have an escort with you, and if anything happens, write me right away...”
“Vania...”
“Sister, stop!”
The Prince, who had been listening to my plea, looked disgusted, and Alex grabbed my shoulder tightly.
"Nothing has happened yet."
“I know. I know, but it’s just the constant worry I have as an older sister.”
"You go do well, sister."
Alex grabbed my body and gave it back.
Behind them are Ryan and Nike.
"Doesn't my daughter ever get tired of it? She's been saying the same thing for 20 minutes."
Ryan grumbled.
Today is the day the monster extermination in the cursed land of the East, Shacht, has ended.
On Nike's way back from the subjugation, Ryan and I are going with him. To be precise, we are going to Nike's house. I mean the Imperial Palace.
Riding in the glittering imperial carriage visible in the distance.
"What about your body?"
Nike asked.
"It's okay!"
“...”
“Daughter, he’s asking for a specific explanation of the condition. It’s a week’s journey to the prefecture.”
“...Yes. I don’t cough up blood anymore. As long as I don’t move around too vigorously, it doesn’t interfere with my daily life. I just need to sleep through the night for ten hours. Oh, but...”
It makes me sigh.
"My eating habits are a bit..."
My stomach was the biggest problem during every recovery period.
"Still not caught? Do I have to prepare a patient's meal?"
“Yes. What should we do? This is a big problem.”
“What do you have to do? Just do it.”
...Really? As a patient?
"Your Highness!"
Just then, Duncan, our castle cook who had been fidgeting beside him, intervened. He gave Nike a note.
"This is the recipe for the patient's meal, young lady."
"Ah, really."
"Greasy foods are strictly forbidden. She has a poor sense of smell, too. Meat is difficult for her to digest, so please be sure to keep that in mind."
"I will."
“Thanks, Duncan! Now then...”
I greeted the castle people who had come to see me off.
"I'll be back! Take care, everyone!"
I am leaving for the capital today.
To see Nike's family.
***
Before my father could legally claim parental rights over Alex and me, we had to resolve the issues that would arise from this.
Although I applied for a retrial of the Konrad massacre and threw out a bait to buy time...
Literally, we just bought time so that Father couldn't just kidnap us outright.
A fundamental solution was needed that accounted for even the response of my father, who was good at unnecessarily scheming.
Inside the carriage, heading to the capital.
This journey is part of that 'solution'.
The day I heard the bolt from the blue that I might become Wassenberg again.
Nike was worried about our relationship, so he came up with a solution and went back.
"Let's get married before Duke Wassenberg makes a move."
"Yes?!"
I thought it was a wild boar!
Since I had already accepted the proposal, I imagined having a leisurely wedding once everything was over...
However, since it was unknown when or how the custody dispute between my father and Ryan would proceed, hurrying was the wisest course of action for now.
What I mean is, right now that I am Ryan's daughter, Vania 'Belzer'!
It means roasting beans over a lightning strike.
And so, this journey is the way to meet the elders of my boyfriend's family ahead of the royal wedding...
“Snore… Grrr!”
"Surprise!"
Opposite side.
Inside a top-class royal carriage where the chairs are the size of beds, Ryan is snoring in an uncomfortable position with his arms crossed.
...He must be tired. After all, he has to set off immediately after finishing the subjugation without even getting any rest.
“Dad, lie down and sleep.”
“...Grrrrr!”
However, he had fallen fast asleep and didn't seem to be able to hear my voice.
"Aren't you tired, Your Highness?"
"I'm okay."
When I asked Nike next to me, he immediately replied that he was fine.
Is the lie that it's okay true?
He is currently working himself to the bone, to the point where 24 hours a day is not enough.
The main duty of training the Knights is to make full preparations for the day of the decisive battle, and to clean up the mess caused by Wassenberg, who causes trouble moment by moment, even in the midst of all this.
Even with ten bodies, it wouldn't have been enough, and now that I'm about to fall into my biological father's hands...
Fearing that the disaster from before the regression would repeat itself, he hurriedly prepared for the royal marriage; in the midst of that, he naturally came to carry out the usual subjugation mission, and now he's on his way to his family with us.
"You're working very hard."
"Not really."
"I'm sorry to bother you when you're so busy."
“What kind of talk is that?”
Nike turned to look at me. For some reason, he stared at me intently, then sighed and turned his head away.
"I'm the one who should be sorry for changing my mind again after saying I would wait."
“Huh? It doesn’t matter to me.”
"You're still too young."
“...?”
"There is a regressor's soul inside..."
"That’s why I said I would wait until you were ready."
"Hmm."
I’ve been sick and tired of preparing to possess Nike for nearly 10 years, combining before and after the regression, so I’m wondering what on earth this is all about...
“I’m fine. It’s the same thing anyway—I’ll get one year older and marry the Prince while I’m still young.”
I quietly pressed my cheek against Nike's shoulder and spoke. He froze, looking down at me with only his eyes, then soon blushed and answered softly, "Yes."
“I’m more worried about whether the Prince will be disappointed than I am...”
“Why me?”
“There are still so many things you haven’t experienced yet, but you’re getting married right away. Aren’t you disappointed?”
“Well, I don’t know. What’s different?”
"You've only ever held my hand."
“It’s the same for you anyway...”
Nike, who had been speaking carelessly, paused when he saw my pleased smile.
He seems to often forget the fact that I remember a lot.
Nike, realizing it all by himself, rubbed his flushed face vigorously.
“You know~ Would you like to take your memories before the wedding?”
I placed my hand on the shy Nike's shoulder, leaned my face close, and asked.
'Oh, my god.'
I thought he would pull away, but instead of avoiding me, he turned around. Our faces were now very close.
"No."
His gaze dropped slightly to the area around my lips.
Eventually, he whispers softly.
“...Now, realizing just how much I acted like a beast is a bit... scary.”
“....”
Pfft.
I sat down right away.
Well, yeah. Starting from scratch isn't bad for a fresh start.
I checked to make sure Ryan, across from me, was sleeping soundly, then whispered very quietly to Nike.
"Would you lend me your ear?"
He immediately leaned toward me and let me hear his ear.
"I am..."
Mwah.
I kissed his cheek as we got closer.
Nike froze, looking straight ahead with slightly widened eyes, just as he was.
“Pfft.”
I tightly stifled the laughter escaping my face with my fist and watched as his Adam's apple, frozen like a plaster statue, rippled.
Nike stood there for a long time, staring only straight ahead.
Soon, biting my lip, I burst out laughing.
"...sorry."
"...Huh? Sorry?"
I turned around with a snap. Before I knew it, Ryan was looking at us, slowly blinking his eyes.
Oops!?!?
Ryan raised his hand and spoke.
"Can I object to this marriage?"
"Ah, Dad!"
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