Reborn as the Enemy Prince

Chapter 207

Chapter 36. Be patient, Master (3)

A voice came out as if it wasn’t that surprising anymore.

“Is it Brisen again?”

At that small murmur, Chamberlain Raoul, who was nearby, bowed his head and expressed his full sympathy with Lemain’s feelings.

It was around that time when Calian barked and Planz fluttered and roughly made up and agreed to do something similar.

Lemain entered the Seigne Pavilion with a much lighter heart thanks to the pleasant conversation he had with Flanz, whom he had met when leaving the Arpia Palace, and looked down at the nobles with eyes that instantly made him feel very uncomfortable.

While my arrival here from Arpia Palace was delayed for a while, I was just informed of what happened at the Senyu Pavilion.

If I were to be honest, Evan made a mistake nine hundred and ninety-nine times, and Demirea made a similar mistake at least once. However, even if Evan was the one who made the mistake nine hundred and ninety-nine times, Demirea’s one mistake was a bit more. I am concerned that Evan will use this incident as an excuse to plan something else.

Lemaine’s eyes, which were looking at each of the nobles gathered in the conference room, stopped in front of Demirea. A low voice followed the gaze.

“Prince Siegfried.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Demirea answered in a calm voice, as if to prove that although Slayman looked just like him, his personality was not even as similar as a mustard seed.

Lemain looked at Demirea standing among the chatty nobles for a moment and then opened his mouth.

“I heard that even though he was the heir of the dukedom, where he was supposed to set an example, he showed his will to live towards other nobles.”

Demirea remained silent without making any excuses. And Evan glanced around the audience, being careful not to show his feelings about catching the right pod. In short, they were careful not to give off a pleasant appearance.

Whether it was because of his joyful heart or because of his light-headedness that was always happy that Lemaine did not notice that everyone except the dukedom to which Demirea belonged, including Evan himself, was just categorized as ‘nobles’, Seren only wondered. Only Ti would know.

Lemain, who had been looking at Evan longer than at Demirea, who was listening to the story, turned his head towards Demirea and continued speaking.

“We must be careful to prevent stories like this from being heard again in the future.”

Lemain said just one word and then closed his mouth. Aside from the age difference, even though the duke’s son threatened the marquis, he just told them not to do that again and settled for it. Evan, who would never like Lemain’s treatment like this after he ended it with just one word, turned his head to the other side to hide the wrinkled corners of his eyes.

“Yes, Your Highness. I will.”

And Demirea bowed her head and answered with a straight face, as if she had expected Lemain’s reaction to be that way. He didn’t even say, ‘I will be careful’, but just said, ‘I will do that.’

Where else in the world can you find such fundamental and biased treatment and shameless answers?

“majesty.”

Therefore, Evan was careful not to show his discomfort and called Lemain.

In fact, if it had been this time the year before last, I would never have called Lemain in such a calm voice. No, wasn’t Lemain at that time even able to create this situation in the first place?

Anyway, no matter how much I think about that time, I will never be able to go back in time, so Evan, who quickly freed himself from the delusions of the past that are of no help now, opened his mouth to Lemain who was looking at him.

“As your Majesty said, it is clearly a mistake for the heir of the dukedom, who should be an example to all nobles, to commit such an outrageous act within the royal palace. I think there should be an appropriate punishment.”

Lemain did not answer right away.

Lemain, who was looking at Evan for a long time with his unique dark blue eyes, spoke as if repeating Evan’s words.

“It’s a fitting punishment.”

Demirea heard that voice and just quietly lowered her gaze.

If Evan had been a person who knew how to determine who was at fault first, he wouldn’t have done something like this. However, Demirea did not do anything unnecessary, such as making an annoyed face towards Evan, feeling pitiful, or glaring at Evan with an angry face. As for who started the fight first, they kept their mouths shut without saying a single word of protest. Because there was nothing good to be said about it.

Lemaine, who had been observing for a moment the starkly different reactions of Demirea and Evan, spoke again.

“As the Marquis said, the Little Duke is the heir to the dukedom, so the Little Duke’s fault should be seen as Siegfried’s fault.”

In a situation where the nobles were just staring at Lemain’s mouth without making a sound, Lemain said the following.

“Therefore, if the Little Duke is guilty, it would be appropriate to hold the Duke, the head of the family, responsible for that crime. Would it be a fitting punishment for the mistake to deprive the current Duke Siegfried of his title for leaving his successor alone in the capital and neglecting him? ”

Are you depriving me of the dukedom?

All the nobles’ eyes widened as if they would pop out at Lemain’s words, which were as impactful as the news of Freya’s admiration. Evan had nothing to say.

Titles of nobility are inherited only upon death. The only exception is when a noble is stripped of his or her title by order of the king for his or her personal sins. At this time, if there is a legitimate successor to the family, the title is forcibly passed on to that successor.

Of course, this is also in the law.

But isn’t it the duke and no one else?

What sin did I commit in my past life that I have to live patiently every day, tangled up with a guy like the bottom of an unripe strawberry?

Or Master.

Have you ever taken medicine that reduces memory loss in strawberry tea? If you have such medicine, please send it to Secretia. Why are you giving such a good thing to a guy who can’t tell whether it’s potato sprouts or strawberry stems?

Calian, who once again suppressed his nowhere-to-direct frustration and his rapidly growing anger, looked at Plants with unwavering eyes. Then, as he visited Serenti and Allen once in a while, he thought about the mindset of someone who is cultivating to realize the truth of human life, and answered calmly.

“If you tell me, I will tell it to you.”

“I just do it.”

Calian smiled brightly.

“Ah. I guess I should have just gotten rid of it.”

It’s a bit surprising, but I really should have just killed him a long time ago.

I should have just killed Arsene and that guy who looked like a freshly grown bamboo shoot, followed my teacher to the south, and lived there while raising Raven and Lucy. Whether the world is destroyed tomorrow or not, it’s like spring sunlight, summer showers, autumn sunsets, and winter snow. What if it wears off just by looking at it? I bought ripe strawberries and strawberry ice cream for my lovely Hina, who is just a waste every day, and shared coconuts with Kirie. I should have lived by sucking on the inside. I should have lived in the south and talked to the cliffs, or the trees, or the crashing waves, or whatever. I think it would have been less frustrating to live that way.

“What?”

What are you saying that you’re going to get rid of? You just spoke informally again, but did you learn that from Devlan to run wild without knowing what’s up or down? Where does that bastard live? What did he teach that kid? I need to meet him. Seeing Plantz’s eyes look like this, Calian smiled prettily once more and added,

“There is. Something like bamboo shoot kernels.”

Planz, who had an expression of uncertainty as to whether he understood what a bamboo shoot was or not, lifted one lip toward his red-eyed younger brother.

“Lennon Brissen came to the palace.”

damn.

What kind of bastard are you? Who is worse than the guy who made beer?

“...... Who said that he came to the palace?”

“I don’t know.”

Calian sighed deeply as he looked at Plantz, who had extended Needlen’s life with just two words.

Also, they put my heart on the line and threaten me.

Before you think about why Lennon came, why Evan brought Lennon out, and whether Arsene really went near Gray’s location because of the moving magic circle, etc.

Calian, who once again made a firm promise to kill Evan as soon as possible to prevent him from doing this, took off the ring and placed it on the table with a face full of shame and regret. Then, because I felt sick to my stomach, I took a big gulp of the strawberry tea that was left for Alan.

“Don’t say anything strange.”

“I don’t have a hobby of barking. I’m different from others.”

Plantz, who chuckled as he watched Calian start to think deeply about whether to get rid of Devlan first, Evan first, or the pea sitting in front of him first, tapped the ring.

“Mana.”

I thought about learning some magic to get rid of Lucy, but since I couldn’t handle mana at all right now, they told me to connect quickly.

In the end, Calian, who was defeated by the pea’s stubbornness this time, sighed as if it would become a habit and infused magic into the ring.

After that, Calian, who was concentrating on the ring and thinking that maybe they had started a conversation, looked around as he had nothing to do for a while.

A cozy office that has now become as familiar as Kalian’s room. Just being here makes me feel relieved. Because I know it’s all thanks to Alan, who always puts Calian first......

Put Calian first...

“Master?”

Only then did Calian, feeling somewhat empty, mutter quietly. This was because I could not sense the presence of Alan, who had been outside the office a little while ago.

Normally, I would have just thought he went for a leisurely walk somewhere, but today is a little different.

Calian, who had just remembered what Alan had said right before he stormed into the office, smiled awkwardly and opened his mouth.

“no way.”

It’s not like he’s at some royal palace near a seaside town right now.

“...Oh, no way.”

Calian, who muttered this one more time and briefly thought about what kind of person Alan was, got up from his seat.

I’m going to visit my teacher, who seems to have gone a little far away for a while because of the peas in the gale.