Chapter 277
Margrave’s Bastard Son was The Emperor
Beric regained consciousness late that afternoon, as the day was waning. He suddenly sat bolt upright as if struck by lightning, causing Romandro to spill the tea he was drinking.
âOh my, you startled me.â
âWhat? Whatâs going on with me?â
âWhat do you mean âwhatâ? You just woke up after passing out, you fool. Are you feeling alright? Anything hurting? The doctor came by and said fortunately thereâs no infection.â
There wasnât anything particularly painful, but he couldnât remember a thing. He was sure heâd been on a winning streak, pushing forward in the rankings, and heâd crushed that bastard Hamp, and with Xiaoâ¦
âAh. Xiao!â
His mind flashed, bringing back fragmentary memories. Xiao getting beaten by him, that dirty old geezer Jeirutt, the non-stop duels, Ianâs encouragement, and so on.
Beric felt his body and muttered with a serious expression.
âDamn. I think Xiao spiked my water.â
âYouâre, youâre still not fully awake, I see.â
âThis feels exactly like the morning after getting completely wasted.â
âUsually, we call that getting knocked out cold after taking a hit to a vital spot.â
Knocked out cold from one hit? Him? Beric blinked in disbelief. No way! Honestly, if there was one thing he was confident about, it was his ability to take a hit!
As Beric tried to get up, kicking off the blanket, Romandro pushed him back down by the chest.
âTodayâs schedule is over. Youâll be fighting to your heartâs content starting tomorrow, so take care of your body. As time goes on, youâll be facing more skilled opponents. Theyâre all people whoâve climbed up by stepping on others, just like you.â
âDid I win?â
âYes. You won.â
It was a decision victory, but a win is a win.
Unlike Beric, Xiaoshi will only have a couple more duels to determine his final ranking, while Beric will be pushing for the top over the course of nearly two weeks.
Beric flopped back down and asked:
âIs Xiao badly hurt?â
âHeâs been beaten to a pulp.â
Beric hugged his pillow and groaned as if something didnât sit right with him.
Romandro, who was preparing medicine, glanced at him knowingly. Surely, this was the first time Beric had shown such a reaction after fighting someone?
While Captain Jeiruttâs methods might be arbitrary and questionable, they seemed incredibly effective. They had drawn out emotions no one thought Beric possessed. He recalled what Ian had told him.
âBericâs skills are excellent. Heâs more than qualified for the Imperial Guard, so Captain Jeirutt will likely continue to test him. After all, they canât keep a dangerous Atan tribesman close to the Emperor. But if Beric keeps showing this side of himself like today, heâll gain acceptance eventually. Itâll be tough, but thatâs how everyone has to live, and Beric will come to realize this someday too.â
His voice had been calm but slightly regretful, as if he knew everything. Romandro handed over lukewarm water and medicine, then stood up.
âTake this quickly and get some more sleep. The doctor said your wounds are fine, but youâre severely fatigued. Keep in mind you have a long schedule ahead, and Iâll have food ready when you wake up.â
ââ¦Do you dislike me for beating up Xiao?â
âWhat nonsense are you spouting? You really havenât come to your senses yet.â
âThen why are you being so kind? Itâs creeping me out, like youâll never see me again.â
âCanceled! Canceled! Get your own damn food.â
âUwaaah. Sorry. Sir Romandro, Iâm sorry.â
Beric slid off the bed and grabbed Romandroâs trouser cuffs. He playfully let himself be dragged along with Romandroâs steps. Then, smacking his lips, he cautiously asked:
âIs Ian okay too?â
âYeah. Now let go of this!â
âYes! I want beef!â
Reassured that everything was fine, Beric lay back on the bed contentedly. Romandro pretended not to hear, but it was okay. Even if he acted like this, he wasnât stingy with food. In fact, since Ian covered all food expenses, he didnât have the authority to refuse anyway.
âJust take your medicine properly!â
âOkie-dokie. Look, Iâm taking my medicine!â
Creeak!
Bang!
Though Beric gulped down the water, the door closed firmly.
Romandro let out a small sigh as he walked towards the room where Xiaoshi was lying. Since it was after work hours, the corridor was quite deserted.
âRomandro.â
âYour Highness. Why are you out here?â
âI heard the doctor was examining him.â
Jin was sitting on the corridor window sill, looking outside. The sunset was so red that it tinted his silver hair pink. Jin nodded, as if asking after Bericâs condition.
âThat guyâs sturdy body is his greatest asset, so heâs fine. I saw him waking up in the middle. He should have no problem with tomorrowâs duels.â
âIs that so? Thatâs a relief.â
âYouâre worried about Xiao, arenât you?â
Faint, unconscious screams could be heard through the door crack. Though he had lost consciousness, it was an instinctive sound of pain.
Unlike Beric, Xiaoshiâs body couldnât receive healing from mages. He had no choice but to endure everything on his own.
âBut Your Highness, werenât you with Lord Ian?â
âAh, Lord Ian isâ¦â
Jin smiled awkwardly. He had gone to report on the first day of talent selection at the grand council, but he still hadnât returned.
Romandro clicked his pocket watch in confusion. It was well past the time he should have finished and come back. Such a delay meant the meeting was running long, and there was a high probability that Ian was holding the Imperial Guard and Imperial Defense Department accountable.
âYour Highness. I think I should go meet him.â
âDo so. Donât worry, both Beric and Xiao are safe.â
Jin, who had been pitter-pattering behind Romandro, paused slightly and asked:
âBut, does Lord Ian seem angry?â
âPardon? What did he say?â
âItâs not that, just a feeling.â
âWell-â
Romandro knelt down to meet Jinâs eyes.
âBeric and Xiao are currently the closest protectors of Your Highness, arenât they? Regardless of the intention, for something done without consultation, the results are not good. A gap has formed in Your Highnessâs safety.â
Moreover, if the two of them advanced to the top ranks and stood out in their respective departments, it would surely be a great help to Jin in the future. But now theyâve been nipped in the bud, alas.
Microscopically, this might be seen as a simple injury to bodyguards, but macroscopically, it could be viewed as a check on Ian and an obstruction of imperial authority.
âDonât worry. If itâs Lord Ian, heâll surely handle it well. The same goes for Beric. Heâll win all his remaining matches for Your Highnessâs sake.â
âWhat do I have to worry about? Iâm just curious if thereâs anything I can do to help.â
âIn that case, I should hurry even more to bring Lord Ian back. I have something to report as well. The replies to Your Highnessâs inauguration ceremony invitations sent to various countries have arrived at the central office. They say theyâre checking for any issues, so you should be able to receive them by tonight.â
âOh, really?â
âYes. You can review them with Lord Ian.â
As Jin nodded with a smile, Romandro signaled the attendants to escort His Highness and headed towards the entrance of the Ministry of Magic. Though they were the usual group that always followed him, Jin felt oddly awkward. Because there was no one walking beside him.
âIâll take a walk before the sun sets completely and then return.â
The doctor hadnât come out yet. He didnât want to see Xiao suffering through treatment, and he thought Xiao wouldnât want to be seen either.
But why was there no response?
Jin turned around quizzically.
ââ¦â¦â
The attendants were simply waiting for Jinâs steps with their heads bowed low. If it were Xiaoshi, he would have given some sort of response like âAs you wishâ or âThat is not advisable.â Jin felt awkward and grabbed the end of his sleeve as he turned back towards the garden.
Tap tap tap.
Perhaps because the big event of talent selection was in progress, there were hardly any people in the Ministry of Magic. Most departments would probably have a similar atmosphere. Jin slowly strolled, feeling the silence.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
At that moment, he saw someone standing in the distance.
âA mage?â
The robe was indeed from the Ministry of Magic, but he couldnât see the face. As Jin approached, the mage bowed to the child and greeted him.
âYour Highness, are you taking a walk?â
âIndeed. And you? Ah.â
âDo you remember me? I mentioned my name a couple of times beforeâ¦â
It was clearly a mage he had seen in passing a few times. But he couldnât recall the name. Since the mage said he had told him before, it was awkward to ask again.
As Jin was pondering what to say, the mage cautiously suggested:
âI was just about to leave work. If itâs not too presumptuous, may I walk with you?â
âThere is only one path, how could I refuse? Letâs walk together.â
âItâs an honor, Your Highness. Actually, Iâve been wanting to hear Your Highnessâs words like this at least once.â
âI always want to hear from you all. I still have much to learn, so donât hesitate to approach me.â
The attendants were following behind, and they were walking within the Ministry of Magic. Having a brief conversation with a single mage was nothing out of the ordinary. It was as natural as having a meal.
Jin walked with the mage, carrying only the discomfort of not knowing his name. It was a trivial event that wouldnât even remain in his memory.
Surely.
***
Outside the imperial palace, the atmosphere was festive due to the talent selection. Those who failed the test consoled each other, while those who passed celebrated among themselves. Orders for alcohol and meat poured in like a flood.
This wasnât going to end in just one day. As days went by, people from the provinces who heard the news would come up and fill the empty spaces. It was an evening filled with the endless laughter of innkeepers on the verge of breathlessness.
But only outside the imperial palace.
âThis is maddening.â
The main hall of the imperial palace where the grand council was being held was like a different world, covered in a thick layer of thin ice. More than a few were breathing carefully, afraid that even the sound of swallowing might be heard.
They looked at the Prime Minister, then at Captain Jeirutt, then scanned the Imperial Defense Department officers. But ultimately, their eyes always landed on Ian Hielo, sitting to the right of the Prime Minister. The boy minister.
Tok. Tok tok.
Ian tapped the desk leisurely while looking down at the report. His coldly closed lips showed no sign of opening. Instead, he only extended the long silence, furrowing his brow from time to time.
âW-why is he acting like this? On such a good day.â
âI know. The number of participants is far higher than expected, and itâs been a successful start in many ways. I just canât understand.â
âShh. He can hear everything. Be quiet.â
âDidnât you hear? They say the Imperial Guard and Imperial Defense Department pitted Ianâs two bodyguards against each other.â
âWhat? That mage-knight and the former slave?â
âTheyâre His Highnessâs bodyguards now. Why on earth did they do that?â
âIf Captain Jeirutt did it, there must be a reason, but, ahem. It is rather awkward.â
Whisper whisper, the officials secretly shared information, trying to grasp the situation. But the more they did so, the more they realized there was nothing they could do.
Ian lowered the report he had been reading in a low voice.
ââ¦Captain Jeirutt.â
âYes, Minister.â
Ian finally spoke. Everyone perked up their ears and focused.
âI heard there was a dispute over the win-loss decision in the second promotion battle held by the Imperial Guard. Please explain this in detail. For reference, the controversy was reported not by insiders, but by spectators, so youâll need to provide a convincing explanation.â
The sound of pens writing could be heard simultaneously from various corners. Since Ianâs mood didnât seem good at all, the response needed to be precise without any margin for error.
âAlso, Acting Minister of the Imperial Defense Department.â
âY-yes, Minister of Magic.â
âI hear that the Imperial Defense Department added opinions regarding the creation of the tournament brackets. This is clearly the authority of the management department. Please explain how this came about.â
âW-well, that-â
âAnd the management department, please transparently disclose the criteria for creating the brackets and explain the matches that took place today.â
Ah. Damn it. The officials maintained their expressions while inwardly despairing. It didnât look like he was going to end this easily. Other officials glanced at, or rather glared at, Jeirutt and the officers, pressuring them. As if to say, why did you have to step up unnecessarily and cause this mess?
Jeirutt stroked his beard and flipped through the papers awkwardly.
ââ¦May I speak first?â
âDo so, and then weâll discuss the problems together and debate solutions. Since itâs the first day, we need to identify as many issues as possible. To make the two-week test perfect, you see. The individuals selected during this period are the strength of the imperial palace, and thus the cornerstone of the empire.â
Creeak.
At that moment, the firmly closed door opened. The officials naturally turned their heads. They desperately hoped it would be their aides. Please, let some urgent matter have come up so they could leave early!
âExcuse me-â
âOh god, shit.â
âItâs Ianâs aide.â
But the protagonist was Romandro. He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck at the sudden flood of gazes.
âLord Ian. I have something urgent to report.â
ââ¦!â
ââ¦!â
Good heavens! Everyone gaped, trying to confirm if they had heard correctly. Ian frowned at Romandro. It seemed like he was asking if it was truly urgent, given that the meeting wasnât over yet.
âWhat is it?â
âThe replies to His Highness Jinâs inauguration ceremony invitations have arrived.â
ââ¦â¦â
Ian briefly scanned the officials. They quickly managed their expressions and lowered their eyes.
âPrime Minister.â
âHmm?â
âRegarding the agenda items, letâs have Captain Jeirutt and each officer report individually and circulate it.â
âLetâs do that! Weâll conclude todayâs meeting here.â
Bang! Bang bang!
As the Prime Minister readily agreed, the sound of breath catching could be heard from around the room. Weâre saved! The meeting is finally over!
As Ian stood up first and left the conference room, sighs of relief burst out simultaneously. And then came the reproachful glares directed at Jeirutt.
Jeirutt raised both hands to indicate that he acknowledged his mistake. But he didnât regret it. And he wouldnât in the future either. Of course, he hadnât informed the officials who werenât in Jinâs inner circle.