Chapter 292: Han Israt (3) (1)
‘Just now, what did the prince say? Israthio Al Ragnar?’
It was a na I had never heard before.
I thought I might have misheard him and mulled it over, but I quickly shook my head.
I wasn’t so out of my mind that I’d start hearing things.
The prince standing before
had clearly called
Israthio Al Ragnar.
Al Ragnar.
This title was undoubtedly an ancient and prestigious surna passed down exclusively within the imperial family.
It was said that unless one inherited the bloodline of the emperor, no one in all of Townia could bear the surna Al Ragnar.
‘If that’s the case…’
What does this an?
Was there so hidden backstory to Han Israt?
I took a deep breath to calm myself and began recalling all the information I had about Han Israt.
A dry chuckle escaped .
The bizarre scene I had witnessed during the promotion ceremony, and the suspicious oddities I’d noticed during missions—
Everything pointed to a single conclusion.
‘Han Israt was royalty.’
I exhaled deeply.
Though I was a little surprised, I managed to regain my composure quickly.
Han Israt was just a temporary identity I was borrowing. There was no reason to be shaken, even if his hidden lineage had co to light.
‘Maybe our identities got entangled during my process of becoming a hero.’
Well, according to Iselle, I had replaced him during Townia’s prologue stage.
Since I was originally from Earth, there wasn’t much connection between him and
to begin with.
Having cald down, I turned my attention back to the prince.
He was scattering bait to the fish in the lake.
Splash, splash! Dozens of carp squird and splashed about in the water.
“Israthio,”
the prince muttered while gazing at the school of fish.
Then, his transparent golden eyes glanced in my direction once more before pointing toward the exit on the right side of the garden.
“If you wish to know, see for yourself. The truth lies there.”
“…You.”
There was no way the prince could see .
He shouldn’t even be able to hear my voice. The ti axis between us was misaligned—it was only natural.
And yet, he acted as if I were right in front of him.
“You’re as irritating as ever.”
The prince showed no reaction to my words. He simply continued watching the fish leisurely.
Tch.
I spat on the ground and turned my back to him.
Though I was montarily thrown off, it was all in the past now.
‘Whatever Han Israt has hidden, it has nothing to do with .’
Once the promotion ceremony ends, I’ll be forcibly sent back to Earth anyway.
I began walking down the dirt path in the garden, heading toward the right exit. There seed to be sothing more, and since I had co this far, I decided I might as well see it through.
When I exited the garden, a long open corridor appeared before .
The wide corridor was adorned with marble pillars and various sculptures.
I strolled down the corridor at a leisurely pace.
After about ten minutes of walking, I arrived at an opulent terrace situated at the end of the corridor.
Next to the terrace, decorated with silver embellishnts, soone was seated.
[The Empire’s Illegitimate Child]
[Han Israt Lv. ???]
A black-haired boy in shabby leather clothes.
At most, he looked to be in his early teens. The boy gazed blankly at the sky with vacant eyes.
It was an expression unbefitting soone his age.
‘This kid…’
Han Israt.
He didn’t leave a particularly favorable impression.
If he had gotten in my way, I might have kicked him aside without hesitation.
‘An illegitimate child, huh.’
I could tell just from his title.
Unlike the prince or Pria, Han Israt had an exotic appearance.
Even at a glance, it was clear he was of mixed blood. He probably carried the lineage of so foreign tribe dwelling in the eastern lands of Townia.
It wasn’t surprising they had hidden his existence. In an empire that sanctified the golden bloodline, a black-haired royal was unacceptable.
“Your Highness, I apologize for keeping you waiting.”
I turned to look behind .
A middle-aged woman in a maid’s uniform entered the terrace, pushing a cart.
On the cart was a luxurious tea set, including a teapot and teacups.
“Due to the evacuation orders, we’ve been rather pressed for ti. I must apologize for the slight against Your Highness. I am truly sorry.”
The maid, her face lined with age, bowed deeply to the boy.
The boy, with a sowhat embarrassed expression, waved his hand dismissively. He didn’t seem accustod to such treatnt.
“…”
“However, Your Highness, you are still a legitimate heir of the Empire.”
The boy let out a long sigh and opened his mouth to speak.
Though his lips moved, no sound ca out.
“…?”
“Her Highness the Princess is already waiting in her chambers.”
I frowned.
I couldn’t hear him. I could understand the maid’s words, but the boy’s voice seed to be muted.
The two continued their conversation across the table.
“…”
“It has been a long ti since you last t Her Highness the Princess, so she is preparing herself.”
Click.
The maid set the teacup on the table.
“You’ve had a long journey. Please, have a cup of tea.”
“…”
“Yes, this is the finest tea, personally prepared by Her Highness the Princess.”
I noticed the maid’s right arm.
She concealed the cup with her sleeve and discreetly dropped a white powder into the tea.
‘A sedative.’
The boy appeared unaware.
Without a hint of suspicion, he picked up the teacup.
And downed it in one gulp.
It didn’t even take a minute before his body slumped over the table.
The maid hoisted the boy’s small body over her shoulder and left the terrace.
I had no choice but to follow.
The “truth” the prince spoke of would surely lie ahead.
I exited the terrace. And then…
“…”
I gripped a pillar for support.
‘What is this unsettling sensation?’
A wave of nausea churned within .
I went over it in my mind several tis.
“That… isn’t .”
I was born on Earth.
Before the age of ten, I was abandoned at an orphanage.
All my parents left
with was a single sentence: “We’ll co back for you.” I couldn’t rember their faces, but the sound of their voices before they left was etched into my mory.
Thud!
I slamd my fist into the pillar.
‘None of this makes sense.’
A being from a lower dinsion cannot ascend to a higher one.
Iselle and Yurnet had repeated it to
several tis. Even if a passage connecting the dinsions were created, the process of moving through it would rip the being apart under dinsional pressure. The reason I needed to reach Seven-Star status was to withstand that pressure.
‘Stop ssing around.’
I quickened my pace down the corridor.
Sowhere in the distance, I heard a woman’s voice.
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