Colt was having tea with the Second and Crown Prince in a courtyard with a pleasant expression on his face. The sounds of people echoed in Prince Trist’s and Feriar’s ears.

“It seems like he’s here.” Feriar laughed as he said those words.

“Well, only the Young Master can elicit such a reaction from the people. No one can really outshine the Hero of the Kingdom. I may be well-known all over the Continent, but the collective praises I receive cannot even threaten the Young Master’s position. Just look at the time when his wedding was announced — f not for Father’s efforts of containing the people, the Wing City would have been swamped by people.” Trist followed up with a compliment and a sigh.

Trist then realized something as his mind received a jolt, “Oh yeah, the issue of the Young Master trying to usurp the Crown once appeared amongst the Nobles, right? Do you think you’ll be able to win against him if he actually wanted the crown?” he asked with a laugh.

Feriar looked up and sighed, “The Young Master is untouchable, you know. The Genesis Family, the Courtgains, the populace, the military, all of that are within his reach. I reckoned if he wanted to, he could announce his desire to become King, and everyone would rush to the Palace to give him the crown… even if we try anything against him. Colt rarely leaves himself vulnerable, as he always has someone with skills with him. He could usurp the crown in a matter of a single moon, and he’ll still win. It would be best if I give up rather than fight.”

While talking, they noticed the people coming their way; Feriar and Trist both stood up. Upon seeing Colt, the Second Prince smiled and opened his arms, “It is good to see you, Young Master! It had been so long!”

The Second Prince ran up to Colt in an attempt to hug him, but as soon as the Young Master saw this, he was left confused and instinctively moved to the side!

The Second Prince missed entirely and fell on the ground, hard.

“…I’m sorry about that — with all due respect, what are you doing, Your Highness?” Colt responded with a question and confusion.

Hylda turned to Sera and tugged on her sleeves, “…is this weirdo the Second Prince? He’s rather… unique, isn’t he?” Hylda whispered. But despite trying her best to lower her voice, it still reached everyone present.

Arte, Colt, and Feriar grinned at her comment. Arte knew he shouldn’t, but he did anyway.

Sera looked down on Trist and giggled at her words. She was the most ruthless one among them and even decided to answer the Young Miss, “That is indeed the Second Prince, Young Miss. He used to be rather negative and spoiled. He was always screaming.

“He had always been a weirdo… but that had been elevated since returning from traveling the Continent with older brother… I think fame has gotten to his head. Don’t look at him like he’s a weirdo; pity him, at least.”

A sharp, almost ruthless, and cold-blooded words came out of Sera’s mouth. The one before her was the Second Prince, but she treated him worst than she treated Colt.

Trist got up and with his back turned to Colt, he patted himself off the dirt he got on him while trying ease the emotions of embarrassment in his heart, “Ahem, well, I got overly excited seeing a friend that I inadvertently did that without thinking of my image… and it is nice to see you too, Butler Sera you’ve become even more ruthless with your words, it seems.”

Sera and Trist met eyes, to which the sharp-tongued lady butler responded with a belittling smile, “And you’re more annoying than before, Second Prince.”

The Second Prince’s smile cracked as he met face to face with Sera.

Hylda looked at them with curiosity, but as she did not know what was happening, she was at a loss, “How can Big Sis Sera be so disrespectful to the Prince like this?”

Arte, heard her whispers and then decided to speak of the reason, “I only got to know of this when I was rescued by the Young Master, but apparently, the big sis Sera would always laugh at the Second Prince when he makes a blunder or acts childish. At first, she was afraid of being punished, but slowly, she grew lax, and after the Second Prince and Jin became partners in distributing the medicine, Sister Sera failed to hold it back and had always been ridiculing the Prince.”

Hylda’s eyes widened as she grew interested, then, Colt decided to say something, “The Prince was also rejected by Sera before he could even try anything.”

“Really!?” Hylda was intrigued!

Trist was not, “I was not interested in her, Young Master!”

Colt saw Trist and felt satisfied with himself.

Sera was smirking from a distance as she found this Second Prince rather funny to look at. She no longer feared getting trialed for disrespecting him.

Colt shook his head at this sight and just chose to take a seat. Trist also grew tired of it, and when he saw Hylda, he asked, “Is she the daughter you told me about, Young Master?”

“Good day, your highness. My name is Hylda Edgeworth.” Hylda introduced herself with grace.

Feriar already taught Trist what not to say in front of Colt regarding Hylda, but even without that, he would still be courteous to someone with such grace, “My name Trist Valar, it is good to meet you, Young Lady.”

Trist would have wanted to kiss the hands of this Young Lady to show his said grace, only to feel like he’s being filled with daggers all over.

Without even looking, he knew Colt would kill him if he was to try anything. But what surprised him was Arte oozing with a finer killing intent… it was weird and terrifying at the same time.

Trist learned his place and was made to sit without causing a commotion. Hylda didn’t join them and decided to go around the courtyard to look around.

“So, what is it that you need to talk to us about, Young Master Colt?” Feriar asked as he stifled his laughter.

With Colt and Sera meeting the Princes, he stopped acting like a fool and decided to speak out what is that he needed to talk about:

“Something is coming, and I need the Princes to do something for me; this would be hard to do, but if you agree to do this, we will be able to cement our names in the history of the Continent.”

“…What is it?” Feriar asked as he felt his heart beating wildly.

Colt paused for some time before giving his answer, “Not counting the Three Great Families, there are five Major Powers in our Continent —”

Colt’s words flowed out, and slowly, the two Princes were enlightened, and soon enough, skepticism could be found in their eyes.

Feriar looked at him and asked, “Are you sure this will work?”

“Yes, and I can deal with the Holy Land. I only want the Princes to go to the other four. After that, then we’ll be able to start with what I want.”

Colt could see visible pain in the expressions of the two, “Is it too hard to do?”

“No, it’s not, but despite what we have done to the other powers, I doubt they would actually consider it,” Trist said with a solemn expression.

Colt sighed, “I do not want to stand out, but if nothing works, I always have a backup plan. Informing them would be enough, so you do not need to push yourselves.” Everyone went silent as Colt’s words left his mouth.

Then, the Young Master felt something and then raised his head. His brows were lifted, and then he spoke, “It appears, my ride is here.”

Colt’s words echoed in the ears of the Princes and then followed his gaze.

“W-what the!?”

Looking up, the two Princes’ mouth opened wide as the sight of five flying carriages drawn by Pegasi landed on the ground. The carriages were glowing with runes that had been carefully etched on its surface.

There were five carriages of the nine they arrived her with.

“Apollo!” Hylda shouted as she came running from somewhere to hug her majestic Pegasus.

Apollo was controlled by Butler and the other four by no one. However, none of the other four seemed to be causing any trouble as one fat cat was sitting atop one of the carriages.

Colt approached the carriages, and just as he was about to enter the one pulled by Apollo, he turned to the Princes and said his farewells, “I am counting on your help.”

He then looked around and saw everyone had already entered. Even Hylda had already entered.

Giving the two one last nod of goodbye, he spoke to Butler Go, “Let us go…”

“Understood, Young Master.”

Colt entered the carriage and left Butler Go outside to control the direction of the Pegasi and Fluff so that it could watch over the other four.

“It is good seeing you, Princes.” Butler Go said with a nod, “HIYA!”

The Butler’s loud shout echoed in everyone’s ears, and shortly after, Feriar and Trist were looking at the direction where these flying carriages headed.

Soon, an uproar from the people outside their gates reached the two Princes’ ears.

Trist chuckled as he said, “Not wanting to draw attention, he said.”

It was laughable.