Children of the Holy Emperor - Chapter 433



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433. The Immortal Secretary (6)

Looking back, those days were the most leisurely days of Masain’s life.

“Brother Masain! You’re here?”

As he entered the Blue Rose Labyrinth at the shift change time, Mores, who had been waiting for him, came running up to him, holding a toy wooden sword. As always, he was wearing a faded red cloth around his neck.

“Your Majesty! If you run like that, you’ll fall!”

Just as Mores, who had been running towards Dodo, was about to trip over a toy and fall, Masain quickly lifted him up and warned him.

Then the child burst into laughter and waved his arms, perhaps thinking that it was also a game.

“But brother, where’s Logan?”

“Logan, your Majesty is in class right now.”

“class?”

“Yes, you’ll probably be very busy until the evening. You’ve recently started a new swordsmanship class.”

At that time, Logan, who was the first prince, had already shown extraordinary ability in many areas. It was perhaps natural that the empress, who was becoming more and more enthusiastic about his education, would begin to take more and more interest in it.

On the other hand, Empress Lisa was strangely neglectful of Mores.

She didn’t care about her child’s education, and she seemed reluctant to even meet him properly. She would often leave the palace for long periods of time to go to her home country, the Principality of Assein.

Given the empress’s attitude, even the most influential figures in the imperial capital were reluctant to send their children to be the concubines of Prince Mores. However, it was also impossible for the lower-ranking servants to join in on his wild games.

Although he said he made time to make it a success, it was not enough for a very active child.

Thanks to this, Mores was gradually becoming accustomed to playing with toys alone in the playroom.

“… … .”

Masain, who couldn’t stand to watch, ended up becoming a playmate under the pretense of escorting during work hours.

The problem is that they are all actions that are far from the duty of a knight.

Even now, it’s like that. What a messy game it is, like imagining an imaginary enemy and diligently throwing pillows together!

If the Dean of the Academy, Armand, had known that the precious relic, Misra, was being used to dust off a mere pillow, he would have burst into tears and beaten the ground.

“Eight!”

Thud thud!

Mores was so excited to have a playmate that he patted his pillow.

“Don’t bother the angel! You wicked witch!”

“Huh? Your Majesty, what we’re defeating now isn’t a demon, but a witch?”

“huh!”

It was just a child’s play, but it seemed to have its own specific setting.

“Hey! Take my nutcracker!”

Masain, who was beating the pillow next to him, asked again with a puzzled look on his face.

“By the way, Your Majesty, did you give the wooden sword a name?”

“huh!”

“But isn’t the Nutcracker your Majesty’s favorite sword? If the names are the same, won’t you get confused later?”

“hmm……?”

Then, Mores looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled brightly at Martha.

“I don’t know. But brother, it’s still my black nutcracker!”

“Is that so?”

“huh!”

Thud! Thud! Thud!

In the heated attack of the two, the Rohansan high-quality down pillow soon met a miserable death. White feathers burst out from the torn pillowcase and scattered in all directions like snow.

“… … .”

Martha seemed worried.

What would the servants think of me when they see the messy playroom? Wouldn’t they be able to help the prince maintain the dignity of the royal family, but wouldn’t they look down on me as a worthless royal who causes trouble together?

but-

“Ahahahahaha!”

Seeing Mores smiling brightly amidst the fluttering feathers, I wondered if it mattered what other people thought.

“Brother Masain! Now let’s play a training game!”

As if he still had some energy left, Mores clashed swords with Marsain for a while.

Knock! Knock!

There was no way that the wooden sword swinging vigorously with a short arm could pose a threat to Masain, the palace knight.

However, the child’s skill in occasionally striking unexpected spots was actually quite sharp compared to what it looked like.

He is always overshadowed by Prince Logan, who is praised as a genius, but perhaps Prince Mores is also a genius in his own right? Masain thought about that for a moment.

As the sun set and the dusk grew dark, Mores finally put his wooden sword down on the floor with a look of exhaustion on his face.

“Now that you’ve finished your training, it’s time to meditate!”

“haha…….”

Still, the child, who had picked it up somewhere, lay down on the floor, saying he wanted to meditate. Of course, rolling around the playroom and sweeping the dust away was not proper meditation.

After rolling around like that for a couple of times, Mores got up from his seat, shaking his disheveled head.

“Are you finished with meditation?”

“Yeah. But I think Logan’s class is over by now?”

“Yes, probably.”

“Then, brother! Let’s go check if Logan is doing well in the Blue Rose Labyrinth!”

Lately, I’ve noticed that my child has been asking about Prince Logan’s well-being more often.

But until then, Marsain didn’t think much of it. He thought that since they were always together so much, he would probably be quite lonely alone.

* * *

Although the atmosphere within the palace was so peaceful, the atmosphere on the continent was still chaotic.

These are the demonic species that have even reached the city of a thousand years. They have been secretly encroaching upon the continent, but when the young Holy Emperor began to expand his sphere of influence by force, they rose up like mad.

When forgotten, underground cults cause trouble, demon contractors run wild, unspeakable acts of demon worship continue, and powerful demon species are summoned every day along with large-scale human sacrifices.

So the suffering of the people involved in it is indescribable-

It was around that time that a powerful first-class demon species appeared in the middle of Ortona, which had now become a ruined nation.

“Abba Mama! If it weren’t for the power of the Empire, and the mighty divine power of Abba Mama, there would be no other way to help them! Even though they have escaped the embrace of the Empire, they are still the pitiful people of the Lord. So please look upon their pitiful plight!”

Perhaps because he was born with a righteous nature, Prince Logan even abstained from food and drink to earnestly appeal to the Holy Emperor.

“Logan… … .”

All the officials, great and small, admired the young prince’s upright spirit.

But to Masain, Seonghwang didn’t look too pleased.

That would be the case, since the periphery of the empire had not yet been completely organized. How could the one who was the center of the empire carelessly leave his position for another country?

“This is also for the good of the people of Delcross, Abamama! If that powerful demon species is allowed to devour people without any interference, it will eventually grow into a grave threat that will expose its teeth to the Imperium!”

Prince Logan had a point. Sooner or later, the demons would eventually move towards the zodiac.

It wasn’t the first time he had personally led the Knights Templar to subdue demons, so it wasn’t a bad idea to take action before the damage became too great.

“… … .”

But even so, Seonghwang hesitated for a long time. For some reason, he had a strong premonition that he should not leave his seat now.

However, soon after, the Emperor had no choice but to decide to return to his homeland. Prince Logan, who was in deep sorrow, tried to pack his bags and escape secretly, saying he would fight for the suffering people, but was caught by him.

“… Son.”

The emperor sighed softly as he looked at the child dangling in one hand.

“No matter how talented you are, you are still a child. If you go to Ortona alone, what can you do for the people there?”

“Oh my, Abamama… … .”

Seonghwang, who had been quietly staring at his son who rarely showed a gloomy expression, finally nodded.

“Yeah. Don’t worry too much, Logan. I’ll go with you.”

So, Seonghwang led one holy knight corps and one knight corps and personally launched a campaign to subjugate the demon species.

In the end, this was probably the right choice, because the Holy Emperor who went north himself was able to capture the demon species with almost no damage.

Considering the enormous number of people who usually go out to subdue large demon species, the achievements of the Holy Emperor are nothing short of miraculous.

There was also an added bonus.

First, the northern resentment against the empire has diminished somewhat.

Secondly, it had the effect of instantly putting to rest those who were trying to cause trouble by taking advantage of the chaotic situation.

‘Is the Holy Spirit of Delcross truly a monster!’

If you witness the incredible feat of killing a first-class demon with a single stroke of a sword, no matter how strong your burning fighting will will instantly cool down.

Above all, in the process of moving north, Sung-hwang also obtained unexpected information. The shocking information that his first lover, Marie, who died, may have left his child behind in the world.

“Your Majesty… No, Master Masain. Why on earth are those sea creatures’ horns… … .”

“Oh, it’s nothing, Commander. I just have a favor to ask from His Majesty Mores.”

“Mores… Are you talking about Your Majesty?”

And surprisingly, Masain was also included in this expedition. He was personally asked by Mores to keep an eye on Logan, who might escape to Ortona again at any moment.

-And while you’re up north, look for a black rex there.

-… Black…? What?

-Rex. It’s a black rex. It flies around in the sky, so you have to be careful not to get caught by it!

Marsain laughed off Mores’s request without thinking. Now, he even creates a sea that doesn’t exist in his head. Doesn’t a child’s imagination always surpass expectations and surprise people?

However, he couldn’t go back empty-handed and disappoint his child. So instead of looking for Rex, Marsain cut off a bit of the horn of the sea creature he caught along the way and kept it.

‘I guess I should say that I met that guy and he flew away. I wonder if His Majesty Mores would like it this much?’

However, what was waiting for Marsain, who returned with the horn fragment, was not Prince Mores, but rather the sudden news of his disappearance.

* * *

The palace was turned upside down in an instant.

What on earth is going on! How could the precious prince disappear so easily in this tight-knit border!

-Have you heard the rumor? Empress Elizabeth, who has always been pleased with my demeanor, is taking her son with her herself…

-Shhh! Listen, please refrain from making baseless assumptions!

-Yes. That is not true. I heard that His Majesty Mores actually escaped on his own. He secretly shook off the guards and leisurely walked out of the Blue Rose Palace… … .

-No, what kind of nonsense is that! How can a child escape the palace guards on his own? His Majesty Mores is only five years old!

-But it is said that the knight who stood guard at the Blue Jang Labyrinth testified as such.

With not a single clue left, the case seemed to have fallen into limbo.

But when the Emperor himself stepped in, the matter was resolved quickly. Of course, the process was not very peaceful.

The Holy Emperor, who had gone down to the underground corridor with a cool demeanor, quickly found Prince Mores, who had disappeared. And finally, he returned to the palace, holding the child tightly in his arms.

“… … !”

“… … !”

However, everyone who saw him had to suppress their screams because the hem of the holy emperor’s white robe was soaked with blood.

Crunch!

With every step he takes, a long, drawn-out path of blood unfolds.

“your majesty……!”

Even the faithful attendant of the Holy Emperor, Louis, did not dare to approach him. This was because he was overcome by an instinctive sense of crisis that if he touched him even a little, everything would end right there. The aura that the Holy Emperor gave off was cold and fierce.

Masain also watched the scene with bated breath, blending in with the crowd. The blood-soaked holy emperor, the small child wrapped in black cloth, and the child’s pale hand sticking out slightly.

and-

Slurrrrrr… … .

A strangely shaped red string crawling across it at high speed.

“… … !”

The tips of Martha’s fingers grew cold with tension.

It was a red mark of a curse left by the devil, something he was afraid to see again, even in his dreams.