Chapter 25Where the Monster Disappeared (3)

Translator: Kimmy

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Diego Siraq Cartul was Cartul’s only prince and thus the crown prince.

His complexion was close to a healthy brown and this was because his father, Lord Siraq, was from the North.

His hair was a shiny blonde, inherited from his mother, Sabina, and his eyes were deep brown.

He was 22 this year. And this handsome young man just woke up in a mysterious place.

“……This is….?”

Even when he was raised in royalty, this room was filled with luxurious and elegant furniture.

The owner of this room seemed to have a luxurious taste but wasn’t inclined to being uselessly extravagant as the room only had practical furniture.

Guessing by the size of the slippers and width of the bed, the owner was a man.

Diego tried to process the situation with vacant eyes.

‘So, what happened?.’

Just as he was about to say something to the immoral Duke, a sharp pain hit the back of his head and he fainted.

And when he opened his eyes again, he was in a carriage with Duke Gardelli, heading somewhere.

Actually, it was unfit to say he was heading somewhere because Diego was tied in a rope rolling in the carriage. It was more of a transport, than travel.

When he was about to speak of this rude treatment, he fainted again from Duke Gardelli’s kick, and when he opened his eyes again, he was kicked again by Duke Gardelli, fainting before he could even comprehend the situation.

And when he gained his consciousness back again, he was kicked again, and when he opened his eyes for the last time–

Diego ran for his life.

He was a promising person wishing to be a swordmaster and he took pride in his physical ability inherited from his mother.

He was as skilled as a royal knight and even the Royal Commander said he had the potential to become a swordmaster.

But, he fainted at every kick of Duke Gardelli.

It didn’t harm his pride.

Diego poorly thought but he had a functioning head, so he did not waste his energy reproaching himself for things that could not be controlled.

It was just his first time directly experiencing the strength of the Rumilesa bloodline.

Just like how a goblin would not reproach himself that he is weaker than an ogre, he just treated Rumilesa as a different species.

But he could not understand how he ended up in the situation where he was repeatedly knocked off, losing his consciousness every time.

So Diego escaped.

And that judgment was right.

A conversation could only be established with a creature that listened.

Duke Gardelli was definitely not one.

He stepped on another country’s crown prince like a carpet. He stepped on his face twice.

Diego felt his aching nose. It wasn’t broken.

When Duke Gardelli’s attention was drawn elsewhere, he got up and ran.

He didn’t decide where he should run to but he ran as fast as he could to escape the demon.

Duke Gardelli rightly was a demon, shooting off his blast magic not caring about the other people at all.

It seemed like as he was running away, some innocent people got involved.

But his life was his priority so Diego wished them well and ran harder.

If he could reach anywhere that had a messenger bird, he could send a letter to Cartul. Then that immoral Duke would not be able to hurt him anymore.

As he was running, he was hit by something in the head and when he woke up, he was here.

Diego decided to show his gratitude to whoever the owner of the room was.

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ForeignForeing Affairs Minister Marquis Villiore thought the Emperor was in a bad mood recently.

His breathtakingly intimidating aura definitely lessened to the point the secretary too, felt something changed.

And despite his declaration that he was going to beat Duke Gardelli, his intimidating aura was weaker than usual.

Marquis shared looks with the Public Order Minister Count Maron, who sat next to him.

He too had doubts but his face lit up from the relief.

Count Maron was always nervous around the Emperor that he was always suffering muscle pain so this situation was thankful.

“Foreign Affairs Minister.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

His way of speaking seemed more gentle too.

Marquis Villiore answered politely.

When the Chancellor was absent for other business, it was usually him aiding the Emperor, and today was one of those days.

The Marquis wished the next time he aid the Emperor, the Emperor would be like today.

“It’s not about work. But, in a hypothetical case.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“If we unintentionally brought another country’s royal family member as a hostage, which room of the Palace are we to give? It should be somewhere safe from Max or the Chancellor.”

Marquis Villiore silenced for a while.

‘Was he joking?’

But the Emperor was looking at an approved document and by his reaction, it didn’t seem like he was joking.

The Marquis opened his mouth to speak but shut it.

The Emperor never rushed for a reply so he decided to contemplate it more.

A building safe from Duke Gardelli and the Chancellor for a diplomatically important person.

“…….Could it be only safe from one of the two people?”

The requirement was too high.

Marquis Villiore tapped on his chin with a confused face.

It was his habit when he was deeply thinking about something.

“Unfortunately, it has to be safe from both of them.”

“Uh, Your Majesty. In that case, I don’t think even Your Majesty’s bedroom is safe…..”

The Finance Minister Count Pillbourne nodded ardently.

The Public Order Minister Count Maron also agreed.

Just one of them was already terrible but a safe place from both of them?

Unless this was the Holy Church of the Holy Kingdom, there was no such place in Lesa’s Palace.

The Emperor grunted and started tapping the table with the penholder.

“Then, let’s say I put the royal family member in my bedroom while I work.”

“……Your Majesty?”

Marquis Villiore was getting uneasy.

He was the type to have sweat pouring out from all parts of his body when he was uneasy.

Count Maron handed him a handkerchief.

The Marquis lightly thanked Count Maron and wiped the sweat on this forehead.

His Majesty was more peaceful and less intimidating than usual but the Marquis was more nervous than usual.

He started doubting whether the Emperor was looking at the document to avoid his eyes.

“Hypothetically speaking, let’s say he is a crown prince of a neighboring country and the Chancellor wanted his execution the moment they met. Also, he is hated by Duke Gardelli. In that case, do you think it is safe for him to hide in my bedroom? Consider this you are saving a life. Ah, of course, this is hypothetical. And what do I have to explain to him when he wakes up?”

It was obvious now. The Emperor was definitely avoiding his eyes.

The pen hovering over the document did not move.

Marquis Villiore turned pale and thought of the silly rumor that was going around.

‘Don’t tell me that rumor is true!’

A situation where another country’s royal family, and among that the crown prince visits–or was abducted. Marquis Villiore started trembling at the hellish amount of work that would soon be coming to the Foreign Affairs Department.

The Emperor’s eyes were still on the document.

That one page of document was still on the table despite the Emperor’s usual fast work processing.

“……..Uh, he’s in my room right now.”

Eventually, Marquis Villiore squealed and collapsed.

Count Maron startledly tried to help him up but Marquis Villiore sprung up on his feet, screaming.

It was because he thought fainting right now would mean more work for him when he wakes later.

“No, Your Majesty!”

“What are you talking about, Minister.”

“Y, you can’t execute him!”

How dare he raise his voice at the Emperor. The usual Marquis would have never done such a thing.

It was the result of the combination of the Emperor’s softened intimidating aura and the Marquis’s loyalty to Lesa.

“That means we will be at war with Cartul! Queen Sabina’s only successor is crown prince Diego. The Lord’s side has cousins but considering Queen Sabina’s temper, she will form an army!”

“No. I personally contacted Cartul but they were aware of it. Max was being a bi…… ahem, hem, was causing trouble there. She didn’t seem to be in her best state but I did contact them.”

“He is not a teenager that ran off from home, just calling the parents isn’t going to solve anything! We must prepare a luxurious greeting right now, ah, but if it was the Duke who brought him, he must be hurt…Ahhhh, the crown prince’s limbs are all intact right, Your Majesty?”

Watching Marquis Villiore panic, Karlos listed all the wrongdoings Maximilien has done.

‘How big of a trouble did he make every time to make the Foreign Affairs Minister worry for the crown prince’s limbs?’

But the problem here was that even Karlos was impressed that the crown prince was safe.

“He is alright. But the Chancellor is not happy about him at all. It worries me. I don’t want unnecessary war but he doesn’t listen.”

Karlos genuinely didn’t want any more trouble.

He was a man who loved peace.

He hated working but he thought it was way better than taking hundreds of lives, and he believed it is more beneficial to read one more book than to be in battle.

He certainly did not want anything with bad aftermath like a war to happen.

He couldn’t understand why people always thought he would start a war whenever something happened.

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Family Tree!

Cartul:

Queen Sabina ——– Lord Siraq

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crown prince Diego