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Chapter 46
People miss the passing festival, or fear the upcoming midterms.
Or maybe they curse professors who throw assignnts right after the festival ends.
Even the juniors who were preparing group projects together had grim faces.
“Professor… I’ll kill… I’ll kill….”
“Wow…. I want to set the lab on fire….”
“The exam is just around the corner… Why are you giving assignnts elsewhere when you say you’re replacing it with group assignnts here… Please, professors, unify things a bit!!”
I’m not a sophomore, junior, or even a senior, I’m still a freshman.
Seeing him growl like a zombie like that, I’m not just feeling sorry for him, I’m questioning him.
I an, how many assignnts did they bomb them with?
Ah. Of course, I also received the sa assignnt as those guys.
It was a bit difficult. Is this an assignnt, or an experint to see if people explode or not?
But it was okay. Unlike the juniors who said they would die, I could handle it.
To be precise, I didn’t have the leeway to get annoyed because of other things.
– Student Karl Adelheit. Are you preparing for the royal palace? –
I thought it was a joke. I thought the crown prince was just being polite.
But when a palace minister sent soone to bring to the point like that.
I realized that all of this was not a joke or a prank but reality.
A re nobleman’s son enters the royal palace! Incredible! Incredible!!
I desperately asked Father for help, but his reaction was too calm.
[ Karl. You seem to forget often, but try to rember what you achieved. ]
At Father’s words, I involuntarily turned my gaze to the dal I had thrown on the desk corner.
Yeah. If you think about it, the reason I was invited to the palace this ti was all because of this.
Now, whether to add one more to it or not, the Ministry of Justice even expressed their opinion.
Although others keep emphasizing that presence, the one who forgets it constantly is .
…Maybe it’s not that I forget, but that I want to forget.
Whenever I feel like I’m okay, sothing oppressive resurfaces, making my chest feel tight.
[ It’s natural as an achiever. So you don’t need to feel too burdened. ]
“It’s burdenso for a re nobleman like to go to the royal palace. Father.”
[ If it’s really burdenso, you can refuse to go. ]
Huh? Is that possible?
[ You’re a recipient of a dal of honor. If you find it burdenso, even His Highness the Crown Prince can respect your wishes. Do you really want that? ]
“…No. That’s not it.”
Can you really refuse when the next emperor suggests having a drink? If there really is such a person, then it’s either crazy or about to die soon.
* * *
Eventually, the day ca when I was actually going to the palace.
I was wondering what clothes to wear, and what I ended up wearing was… shit. I never thought it would be an army uniform.
Wearing the dal with other clothes was a bit strange, so I couldn’t help it.
Hmm. Dressing like this reminds of the day I was discharged from the military. That was the best feeling.
‘Let’s see. How was it when I entered the palace in my past life?’
Let’s recall. Whether it’s from a book, movie, or drama. What picture was drawn there?
I imagine a strict search under heavy security, knights glaring at angrily.
Now, after going in, I should learn how to behave properly, kneel down, and bow my head… Well, sothing like that, maybe?
Anyway, to sum it up shortly, there’s a lot to do.
It’s natural. Because it’s the royal palace. Isn’t it the heart and mind of the empire?
No matter what nobleman, in front of the emperor, regardless of rank, it’s only proper to respect the emperor’s authority and bow one’s head, isn’t it?
Yeah. So while thinking about that, when I was about to say ‘There will be a search’, but….
“Ranshtak. Are you Karl Adelheit? We’ve co to escort you to the palace.”
There wasn’t a strict search waiting for . There weren’t knights watching suspiciously.
From the mont I entered the palace gates, there was no shortage of people showing the proper etiquette and protocol. It felt as if I was being escorted to where I rightfully belonged, within the palace walls.
Even as I walked, every ti my eyes t those of the knights, they hurriedly saluted.
I had heard that these were the strongest and noblest knights in the empire. The guardians of the royal family. Devoted souls who lived and died by the orders of the emperor.
Seeing them behave with such deference left breathless.
What made even more nervous was what happened next, or rather, who stood before .
“Ranshtak. Finally, we et Sergeant Karl Adelheit. Ah, should I call you Karl, then?”
“Yes, feel free to address as such, Your Highness.”
“Well then, Karl it is. But I’d appreciate it if you also addressed informally, like a brother! Haha!”
No, absolutely not. I would never. Would a re nobleman address a prince as his brother?
That would only lead to disaster. Even if ordered, I would never do it.
“The Emperor intended to et you himself, but wasn’t able to for a reason. I hope you understand.”
“…”
Please, spare the understanding and self-recognition. Please. How much further do you intend to elevate …
So may envy this situation, but considering the weight of the title ‘Emperor’, I could never feel that way. The empire’s na couldn’t be so heavy if one could move through it lightly.
Initially, I felt overwheld by the presence of the prince, but now I’m relieved that he’s here.
‘…This is quite remarkable.’
Once again, I keenly felt the power of the prestigious dal shining on my chest.
While I had previously read about it or heard others talk about it, now I was experiencing firsthand the weight of this dal.
I suddenly realized what I had done and how crazy it was.
‘Wait. You’re giving another one of these?’
I don’t think so, because that would be exhausting in so many ways.
They say that having two dals of Honor is that great, but at the sa ti, wouldn’t it be a shortcut to being treated like the ultimate weapon that can be used at any ti?
I an, look at it now, the Ministry of Special Affairs is rubbing their hands together and asking for help.
There are still so Kanfra bastards left, and we don’t know how diplomatic relations will change in the future.
There’s a possibility they might ask for my help again.
Honestly, I could help if asked. That wouldn’t be difficult.
The problem lies in how to tell my mother and seek her forgiveness.
I don’t want to see the scene where my mother opens her eyes wide in disbelief!
“My younger sister spoke highly of you, Karl.”
“Your Highness?”
“I’m talking about the First Princess. Haven’t you t her, Karl?”
The crown prince actually pours tea into my teacup, which I politely accept with both hands.
“I will drink it gratefully, Your Royal Highness.”
“Don’t be like that. Considering what you’ve done for the empire so far, it’s only right that I show you a respectful attitude. If it weren’t for my imperial pride, I might have asked for an autograph.”
You’re kidding, aren’t you? Where do you write the autograph of a student returning from military service?
“By the look on your face, you think I’m joking, but I’m serious.”
Where on earth are you going to write my autograph? Oh, no way. No, right?
Crown Prince, are you married? Wait. Co to think of it, you’re not? Oh, no, really?
“That’s your face again. I’m straight!”
“Umph! I’m sorry! No, I’m sorry, Your Majesty. My rudeness was-”
“This friend can’t even play jokes properly.”
The crown prince laughs and even offers snacks to this ti.
I hope there’s no poison or radioactivity in there, right?
Am I going to be judged for insulting the royal family?
“Hmm.”
Setting down his teacup, the crown prince looks over for a mont, then opens his mouth.
“That’s sothing I’ll reveal in public later, but I’m not going to end it like that.”
“What do you an… I, Your Highness? Crown Prince?!”
I almost choked on my tea.
The crown prince sitting in front of bows his head. In fact, he bends down to his waist.
Very polite. Very formal. Showing respect to a re nobleman.
“Thank you. Thanks to your sacrifices, the empire exists today.”
“… ”
“I understand that it’s not just a matter of receiving a simple dal. However, I want to rember and honor your contributions. I want to rember what you and others like you have done for the empire, and the process you went through. To never forget. So that soday, heroes like you can erge again.”
To rember. To never forget. To record that proof, that testimony.
Unconsciously, I touched the dal on my chest.
“Well, that’s all. Sorry. Wasn’t that too sentintal?”
“No, Your Highness. Not at all.”
I just did what had to be done. But still, it’s okay to be a little proud. It’s not just praising my efforts, but also those of my comrades who fought alongside .
Yes, indeed. Those guys. That’s right. You bastards.
Well, at least y’all didn’t die in vain, damn it, aren’t you guys glad?
If I stay still, tears might start flowing. Let’s just drink so tea for now.
“Do you need a handkerchief, Karl?”
“….”
The crown prince is quick-witted. Sheesh.
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