The Emperor Who Was Chapter 63 : Chapter 63

Chapter . 63

“Assuming there will be no problem just because he is simply healthier than the Prince is dangerous. Each person’s constitution reacts differently to illnesses or dicines, and there are exceptions even among similar constitutions. You must be careful and careful again. Please, I beg you both to keep my words in mind.”

Goldmund spoke as if he was solely worried about Desmond, showing off his loyalty towards them. Only then did the Empress and Desmond finally stop talking.

Closing my eyes and listening to the conversations going back and forth by my bedside, all that boiling feeling gradually subsided.

‘I feel resentful, unjust, and sad... but…….’

Even amidst that, I was facing my enemies. Even while fainted, I was leading that fainting in a direction disadvantageous to the enemies and advantageous to , as I had arranged in advance.

Not stopping the struggle even if old wounds reopen was the best healing I could wish for right now. Because it is healing I do myself.

“Prince Leontes, are you asleep again?”

The Empress asked, but while I didn't answer for a mont, Desmond said sothing crazy.

“Let him stay in my residence until Brother recovers. If we move a sick patient, he might collapse again. Then wouldn't I be falsely accused of poisoning Brother unjustly.”

“That makes sens—”

I opened my eyes imdiately. Those guys might secretly feed

Lasilex to observe the aftereffects further, seeing

apparently suffering from Lasilex aftereffects.

“Ahem…….”

“Prince Leontes, are you conscious?”

Goldmund asked quickly. I nodded to him and said to Rhiannon.

“I have caused trouble, Your Majesty.”

As I spoke and tried to get up, Desmond supported . Even though there was no need and I didn't show any sign of difficulty while getting up. While Sir Rolf or Michelon, who should have done it, were pushed back by the high-ranking people and stood way back there.

I held back the urge to shake him off again, but Desmond kept his hand on my arm even after I sat up and said.

“You don't know how surprised I was, Brother. Collapsing suddenly. Do you have so chronic illness?”

The intention of hoping it was a chronic illness rather than Lasilex was quite vivid.

“I am sorry to have surprised you.”

“It wasn't just a little surprise. For a mont, I thought you went crazy, Brother. Acting as if you didn't even feel your fingertips burning.”

“I don't rember well. But I can't believe I really did that. Did you see wrong? There was a ti like that when I drank strange dicine before, but that is already in the past.”

Matching stories with Goldmund while getting angry at Desmond made acting easy.

“That I saw wrong, with these eyes clearly—”

“Well, such things only happened when I drank that dicine, didn't I say I don't drink it now! I don't want to talk about that anymore!”

Unlike the arrogant and fierce brothers, when I, who usually pretend to be gentle alone, suddenly got angry, it really looked like I was suffering from the aftereffects of Lasilex.

When the Empress, who was observing

closely, signaled Desmond with her eyes, Desmond also changed the subject while huffing. It seed the concept of silence, of shutting one's mouth, did not exist for this guy.

“Is that revelation of yours also a hallucination accompanying such seizures?”

Desmond, who asked abruptly like that, continued before I could even answer.

“Ah, I'm saying this out of worry, so don't misunderstand. Just that if you actually have epilepsy, Brother, shouldn't you receive treatnt?”

“You don't know, but there is no such thing as epilepsy caused by drinking dicine. The Court Physician here must be hearing such a thing for the first ti in his life too.”

I taught him.

“Anyway, if your words are truly correct, why don't you try drinking the dicine I drank? If it's you, surely you won't vomit blood or see hallucinations as you say even after drinking it.”

As Desmond’s face distorted, Rhiannon stepped in.

“How can an older brother recomnd dangerous things to a worried younger brother?”

“Did you hear, Brother? Her Majesty the Empress is worried. But for brave you, it might not be dangerous. Didn't I do it too.”

“…Whether dangerous or not, since I cannot know your intentions, Brother, let’s stop talking about that matter.”

When I pushed as if I really wanted to feed him, Desmond glared at

with wariness, then changed the subject again. A guy who can't stand it if he's curious.

“Setting that aside, what on earth happened with my mage? It seed unusual.”

Desmond openly expressed suspicion. His eyes glistened with curiosity.

“How did that mage co to you? I wonder if he is a mage I knew in the past. Too much ti has passed, so I can't be sure if he is the right person.”

“Mages co on their own feet to serve the imperial family. If he doesn't entrust himself to , where else would he go?”

Desmond glossed over it with a common lie and just stared at . Reluctant to hand over information about the mage without any cost.

“Is that so. Indeed, maybe not. If he is not the person I am looking for, there is no reason to speak of it.”

“…Why were you so surprised upon seeing the face under the mask?”

“When the scars are that terrible, how could I not be surprised. Honestly, I cannot even recognize who he is because of the scars. Even if he is a mage, do not spare healing magic. His master seems cruel.”

“I didn't just use healing magic but also assigned a Court Physician. Those scars were just helpless even with healing magic. Above all, did you not see how obedient my mage is to ? If I didn't treat him well, he wouldn't offer such heartfelt obedience. Unlike what you think, Brother.”

Desmond retorted sharply.

“Ah, co to think of it, didn't you envy

because you couldn't properly receive obedience even from the mage Imperial Father bestowed upon you, Brother? The Emperor’s mages are the best mages in Armatia, and I heard the mage bestowed upon you specially for the first ti has exceptional skills even among them. But if she obeys Imperial Father more than you, Brother, she would be useless. In that case, you would have nothing to say even if you hear the saying 'pearls before swine'.”

Desmond continued with a face full of malice and greed.

“If you send that mage, I will teach her what proper obedience is. Since you even collapsed today, Brother, I am trying to help out of pity. Of course, that mage might end up obeying

more than you, Brother, but it will be a good experience for you who are commanding a mage for the first ti.”

At those words, a wavelength of mana arose.

From the corner of the bedroom, from the mage hiding with invisibility magic near the wardrobe, not the bookshelf this ti.

The mage my brother scarred. The invisibility magic didn't waver, but the wavelength was clearly agitation. Although he suppressed it soon.

“Is that so? If I send my mage to you, how do you plan to educate her?”

“Are you asking for my advice, Brother?”

“Because your attitude towards the mage was quite impressive.”

Desmond’s face beca as arrogant as Maximilian’s.

Obedience was one of the important thes of the succession war. Because how well one makes how many people obey is proof of qualification to be Emperor.

Monarchs and lords who exploit the people competed to treat knights generously. The generous monarch spoken of in the world ant a monarch who spent a lot of money.

‘Even if by taking from the people.’

Unnecessarily fussy rituals involving even kissing were to package such reality.

“I won't treat your mage differently from my mage just because she is yours, Brother. I will only care for and help her if she has suffered. Even a barking wild dog will lick your hand if you soothe it well, treat its wounds, and feed it well.”

The wavelength of mana rippled again. Bigger than before. The one who had excellent control enough to create a dragon shape with flas during my war ga with Desmond…….

“Indeed, good advice. I will try first, and if it doesn't work, I will receive your help.”

“You finally see

properly without prejudice, Brother. You thought very well for your own sake too.”

Rhiannon kept her mouth shut watching our brothers’ conversation, but the glance she threw at Desmond showed she was proud that I asked for his advice.

Desmond advised

to rest well and even have dinner before leaving. I didn't want to cause indigestion following fainting. After refusing saying I wanted to return to my residence and rest, I left with Michelon and Sir Rolf.

But before arriving at the residence where Nanette and Yolande whom I wanted to see quickly would be, I ran into Maximilian.

“Just in ti, Leontes. Is it true that while you visited Desmond, a Court Physician was hurriedly summoned?”

Maximilian, who seed to have co after receiving a report from a spy, examined my face.

“Your complexion is paler than usual. I heard the Lauderdale woman also appeared hurriedly. If you were pushed by the two alone and avoided them, I won't tolerate it. Co with . I will show you what a real alliance is.”

Once seen, the distorted face under the mask that never left my mind.

My brother's face overlapped on it for the first ti.

At that mont, only one thought ca to mind.

‘Why appear right now of all tis.’

But I couldn't endure it anymore either. I grabbed my brother's arm and pulled him as is.

“Ah!”

“Wait!”

His knights, Michelon, and Sir Rolf all made flustered sounds at the sa ti, but I didn't care and threw open any door nearby.

The two people having a secret eting inside were terrified upon seeing us and ran away half-naked. Since Grimiati, I seed to appear like an ominous angel of revenge to lovers having secret etings. An honorable thing, indeed.

“Prince!”

Cousin Reinhard shouted trying to follow through the open door. I turned around sharply.

“Why, do you fear I might kill Brother by any chance?”

Reinhard couldn't refute. Even though he was right. Once again, how sharp the instinct to sense killing intent is in my brother's knights.

Michelon’s eyes were shining as if it was interesting. Sir Rolf stuck right behind Reinhard as if to tear

apart.

My emotions got ahead of . If I wasn't careful, it would turn into a fight between my brother's knights versus Michelon and Sir Rolf. Before I even finished my business with my brother.

“Hahahahaha!”

However, Maximilian ended that volatile situation.

“Hahahaha! Kill? Even if Leontes is angry at , he would harm ? Ahahaha!”

He couldn't hold back his laughter.

dragging him in anger, Reinhard trying to save him by stopping , Sir Rolf joining Reinhard to tear

apart, everything was too funny to him.

I, the First Prince, am in danger because of a younger brother who faints? How do everyone co up with such funny thoughts?

The most unadorned and honest laughter of the imperial family cald everyone's hearts. I closed the door in front of Reinhard and turned around.

“Hahahaha!”

Maximilian, who was still leaning against the wall bursting with laughter, tried to suppress his laughter seeing

approach.

“Right, haha, what do you have to say? Hahaha!”

“Because I have sothing to ask you, Brother.”

Dropping the honorifics, only then did the First Prince stop laughing.

“Do you think I will answer if you speak like that?”

“That mage.”

“The mage Imperial Father bestowed upon you?”

“The mage who showed

fireworks when I was young, don't you rember?”

Maximilian frowned. This bastard would have forgotten and then so. I approached him closely.

“You ordered a knight to hit that mage’s face with an iron gauntlet, Brother. Like this.”

I punched the wall he was leaning against.

“His face beca a ss. And yet you don't rember?”

The next mont, Maximilian grabbed

by the collar and turned

around, pushing

against the wall he had been leaning on. It hit hard, but compared to the pain when drinking Lasilex, it was nothing. The ti when I cried because my brother strangled

had passed.

“What nonsense are you talking about. Iron gauntlet and whatever, mage and whatever, what is all that?”

“Don't pretend you don't rember. Don't deny the fact that you did it, Brother!”