genius prince vol 8: chapter 20

“Aaah...”

In a room of the Meertus mansion by Cosimo Mizuame, Franya plopped down on the desk like melted syrup.

"I rode my horse from Lucian to Meertus and entered Meertus so that the Cavaline army wouldn't find me... I'm so tired..."

"But we was able to achieve our goal.”

It is Nanaki, the escort, who speaks from the shadows.

"What are you going to do now? Will you return home soon?"

“Yes. ...... I think we should spend a little time in Meertus, since we are here. Last time we were here, i didn't have time to see everything."

Of course, it is a premise that Cosimo and others willingly agree. Then Sirigis, who was also waiting, said "Let me contact Prince Wayne in a letter to that effect."

"Thank you, Sirigis" Franya said.

"You've helped me a lot in this case. It was the correct answer to invite you."

" What a waste of words. "

Franya smiles at Sirigis, who gives a reverent bow.

" Ah, and that surprised me. —To think you and my
brother would have the same idea.”

In Lucian, Sirigis suggested to Franya and Cosimo that they should use the Meertus' sales channels and assets to buy food from Western countries and block their military actions.

This alone was surprising, but when Wayne explained his future plans to me afterwards, I was even more surprised to learn that my brother had told me the same plans as Sirigis.

Of course, they had not discussed this beforehand. Wayne and Sirigis had both been exercising their wits and had come to the same conclusion.

"... .My plan lacked the mediation between Princess Lowellmina and Patura. I doubt this would have worked otherwise. I could not compare to His Highness Wayne, whose plans extended over the entire continent. "

" I still felt that I needed your support. I will be counting on you in the future, Sirigis."

"Huh ... I'll do my best," Sirigis said, leaving the room to write a letter. Franya, who remained in the room, suddenly noticed that Nanaki was chasing the disappeared Sirigis behind the door.

"Nanaki, can't you trust Sirigis yet?"

"There is no reason to trust"

"Muu ..." Franya sharpens his lips. Nanaki plainly said to her." I'm not sure I trust Sirigis yet. If it gets in the way, you can just get rid of it."

"Say no more, you have to get along." Nanaki, with a furious Franya at his side, stares at Sirigis, who has disappeared behind the door.

Sirigis walks through an unpopular corridor.

(Abandoned by the country, betrayed by faith, and no longer seeing the light of day, but for some reason he was picked up by his nemesis's sister ...)

An outsider might predict that this would make him hate Wein more and drive him to find the opportunity to kill the prince in his sleep.

Mostly, and in fact, it's generally correct.

(Is there a god? If so, what is he telling me to do? I don't know anymore).

Then try to move according to my own heart.

"... There are two outstanding royalty. But only one will ascend to the throne."

The gaze turns to the west. Beyond that, to Lucian, Wayne.

" Even if unwanted, I will lead to the throne the inexperienced princess who scooped me up. That is the revenge I have in mind. Don't call me a coward, Wayne Salema Albalest! "

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A large carriage goes down the road. Inside is Gruère, King of the Kingdom of Solgest, a human with a huge body like a sandrock.

" What are you moping for, Tolcheila?” Gruère was faced by a little girl, Tolcheila who looked like a pebble. However, as he says, her profile looking out of her window is somewhat stiff. Gruère said to his daughter.

"Let's guess, Tolcheila. you must be in a state Of impatience because you feel that the princess of Natras, whom you underestimated, has taken the lead.”

"…..!" Tolcheila face was flustered. Gruère continues, staring at it happily.

" The only thing that could be said is that the Meertus incident last year could be dismissed as a stroke of luck. But the princess took on Sirigis as her own assistant, and this time she did her role again. Oh, you've lost a lot of ground, Tolcheila "

"…...."

" But do not fear. You are my little princess. I do not blame you for being a miserable loser. I will find you a kind and gentle husband, skilled in the art of consoling the brokenhearted.”

"father"

Tolcheila 's eyes were filled with fury.

“Mock me further, and I shan’t forgive you.”

"If you don't forgive me, will you do? A powerless little girl."

took her fury in stride, Gruère said. " No amount of anger or sorrow can stop the flow of time. If you wish to seize it, you must reach for it before anyone else. So what do you do, Tolcheila? "

"... This is a problem" There was a smile on the mouth of Tolcheila who muttered so.

" I was just asking myself what I wish to do and what must be done to that end," Tolcheila looked straight at Gruère.

" Oh, it is amazing that my words at that time, the greatest enemy I had to defeat, could come true. --It seems that you are an obstacle to my desires, my beloved father."

Gruère also laughed."Are you sad? Tolcheila "

" No, father . I am overflowing with desire."

"Wonderful," Gruère revealed his true joy and said. "Then I will return the words of that time. I will now be your test. You may challenge me at any time, for your own desire, for your own wish."

With a thick voice, the figure took a step forward. It was Tigris's follower, Husht.

"The fourth person in an abandoned house. I found the trace and followed it. I arrived here at the Holy King's Office." Husht thrust his sword at Caldomeria.

" If you have an explanation, let me hear it."

Husht's face was devilishly serious, despite his quiet tone. The torrent of searing murderous intent was breathtakingly terrifying. And yet.

"You did your best."

Caldomeria smiled like the Lady

" You’re right; I am the one who authorized Tigris’s death. Agata would have made a fine target, too, but I specified that Tigris would be the priority. After all, his departure was certain to make the events here all the more interesting.”

"…......."

Caldomeria speaks of life as if it were a toy to be played with, not as if it were a life. The way she said it, however, did not disturb Husht's tip of the sword. The anger had long since frozen over, transformed into a murderous intent that would never melt.

" But you mustn't barge in here. Even if you kill me, you will die. Do not throw your life away for nothing. There will be good things if you live. "

“I am very grateful for your concern for a lowly man like me," Husht said.

But I have no place to return to now that I have let my lord die so willingly. I will take you with me and present your head to Tigris in the underworld...!" Husht kicked the floor.

He sharpens his body, exhausted by his throat and murderous intent, and thins it into Cardomeria like a gale. Then, the dull-colored sword clasped approached the enemy's throat as if sucked in, and Husht's body was sliced in two.

"Ah !?" Spewing blood and guts, Husht slid and fell to the floor. What happened? The eyes seeking answers reflected the shadow of a small, human-like figure that had been standing beside Caldomeria before he knew it.

"Holy King ... Sylverio ..." A cane was held in Sylverio's hand. No, to be exact, a cane-shaped scabbard. And in the other hand, a white blade floating in the dim light was held.

(Well, no ...)

In his fading consciousness, Husht recalled a story. It was one of the achievements of the Holy King Silverio. The story goes that he went alone to the fortress where the bandits were holed up and successfully persuaded them to open the gates. In reality, however, Silverio did not persuade the bandits, but cut them all down.

(Until the end, I'm sorry, Mr. Tigris ...) With an apology to his late lord, Husht's consciousness vanished forever.

"......That's too bad"

Willing to be stained with blood, she knelt beside the dead husht, and Cardomelia gently closed his eyes. The gesture contained unmistakable condolences to the dead.

“If you had lived, we could have had more fun...”

Next to her, Silverio soundlessly sheathed his sword. Leaning against the sword-staff, he spok.

"Mellia"

In response to the new call, Cardomeria immediately turned around.

"What is it, Your Eminence? "

"There is a girl of the Fulhams beside that prince of Natra."

" Yes, Your Eminence. Yes, the one who is said to be the favorite of His Highness Wayne."

" Check her background " said Sylverio.

" There is something about her. The deeds that flow through me whisper that to me. ........."

" Yes, sir " Cardomeria didn't say any doubts or denials. If Sylverio says so, she does. That is the relationship between him and herself.

Please leave everything to me. I shall do as Your Holiness commands

" Wayne, we're all set to go home. We can leave tomorrow."

" Oh, yes. We can leave at last." Wayne and Ninym were in a room in the mansion that had been prepared for them. Wayne and Ninym were breathing a sigh of relief.

" Somehow, we made it out of the mess, but it was a hell of a mess, really."

"Really. I'm really cursed, I think. I'm going to go to church when I get back and pour holy water on myself."

“Any idea who could have cursed you?”

" I don't know. There are so many."

Ninym laughed, "Well, I guess you're right.”

"Ahhhhh ... I've got no choice but to act as an intermediary between the Empire and Patura, so what should I do with my trading partners ...... We won't be able to sell the Empire's goods. ....... . "

"It's a trading destination. Did you find someone who could get along with you?"

" There was, but he died."

"Other than Lord Tigris"

" oh no, maybe I'm alone" Wayne said, when the door of the room was knocked and his servant appeared.

"So, Your Highness. A visitor wants to see you."

"Who?"

he asked the flustered-looking servant in response.

“The Holy Elite Sir Agata.”

“...Got it. Show him in.” At Wayne's direction, the servant immediately brought Agata.

“Sorry to barge in on you so suddenly, Prince Wayne.”

" We were both set up by Caldomeria. This is nothing."

Wayne said, casually responding to the appearance of Agata.

" So, as you said at the round table, you wanted to talk to me ?"

"That's right," Agata nodded.

"You know that I represent a group of city-states called the Ulves Union, and in fact this coalition is on the verge of collapse."

" It is also ...... How did that happen??"

" I can't explain it in a few words, but I see this collapse as an opportunity" Agata took a step further and told Wayne.

" I have a plan to take advantage of the collapse of the coalition and unite the cities into one nation. Prince Wayne, I want you to help me."

Thus ended the long, long Holy Meeting. The death of Tigris. The uprising in Cavalline. It is said by many to be a meeting that produced no results among the many events that took place. But historians of later generations know that the seeds of mayhem sprouted from this conference. And that Prince Wayne was at the center of it allon patreon right now