Continental Hero Senki

At the end of July 638 of the Continental Calendar, the Emperor of the Eastern Continental Empire, Ivan Xue, collapsed.

In history books, the fact is simply described as such.

But if you take it to the parties, it's not just a fact. Especially for humans with imperial inheritance rights.

"Right, finally dead. That was a surprise."

"Your Highness, I don't like your mouth."

The heir to the throne, Sergei Romanov, was very pleased when it came to this newspaper. It's not that. There is no doubt that the feeling of joy was far superior to the feeling of sadness, but that is also not why I am in a situation where I say I can rejoice at will.

"In the meantime tell this fact all over the continent. In the meantime...... right, let the 15th serve mourning. I'm not saying all the people, but tell them so, as much as the public servants."

"I'm in awe.... the crowning ceremony, after that?

"Right. Talk to Minister Miyauchi and adjust the schedule. Oh, and gather all the cabinet members. Open an urgent cabinet meeting."

When the supreme power of the state dies, there is much that needs to be done.

Preparation of funerals and circulation to the country and abroad, the next crowning ceremony of the emperor and the popularity of the nobility. Even though Sergei's ground has become almost robust, there is so much to do, and so cumbersome.

Besides, we cannot say that we will fail in our normal affairs as Imperial Chancellor.

"Except for important projects, we're behind. I don't have time to hang out with Christ and Ostmarc's tireless neighbor trouble. Tell the country concerned not to intervene."

"Are you sure?

"That's okay. We have to go north on the Black Sea or something."

In such circumstances, the Eastern Continental Empire decided not to intervene in the Seventh Ostmark-Christ War (although it had not yet broken out at this point). It was for the utmost good reason that the Supreme Commander of the Army, the Emperor, was absent, and was not the result of any plot.

But while ignoring the southern spark, Sergei turned to the west.

To the west is the Kingdom of Silesia, needless to say.

"Even if Ostmarc and Christ are busy with the war, the problem is Silesia. It's not like there's any chance they're going after a time when the Emperor's defeat is disrupting the country."

"... I don't think that such a decision, that King Franz, would make. For better or worse, he is mortal."

"It's not about Franz's will, it's about his blood."

"Blood relatives......? Are you Grand Duke Carol and Princess Emilia?

To Kreutzer's inquiry, Sergei shakes his neck vertically. But at the same time, it gives a negative look to Kreutzer's words.

He wondered if Sergei had come up with the subject of that blood relative in the sense that he was "going to attack our country," but Sergei was aware of something else.

"To the princess who has recently given her strength, the Grand Duke, who has been discreet lately. We're the emperor's collapse. While we're making noise about what, are we going to think about cleaning up the domestic situation at once, stepping on the lack of intervention?

"... I mean, is it a civil war?

"You don't have to go that far to do anything about it. Well, as far as we're concerned, as long as the Grand Duke wins, I don't care about the rest."

I really don't care, he just goes through the paperwork. Imperial prime ministers, who usually have a considerable amount of work alone, don't have time to chat.

But Kreutzer remembers certain facts and continues to chat. Regardless, it would interfere with the business to some extent, but there was something I needed to check even after I did it.

"If the Grand Duke wins and the Princess falls...... it is also possible that a woman whom His Highness likes will be summoned to heaven?

…………

Sergei's brush stopped.

He is also a healthy man.

I would like a nice woman more than he is a healthy man, and the ideal woman is something I would like to make my own.

Such was the first time in his life that he proposed to the Princess of that neighboring country.

"Don't worry about it."

Between about 10 seconds, Sergei shrugged. It was also a really troubled face.

"If there's a guy who kills a woman who's talented and jumped through with both her personality, don't want to curse her for being completely incompetent."

"But it is also the Lord of the hostile forces. If you let it live, it will only be harmful, and some will cry out to kill you first. Even royalty."

Sergei was temporarily silent in Kreutzer's kind words.

Sergei also understands that it's just chatter bullshit, but that doesn't mean Sergei should give up enough to ignore that possibility.

"Shall we do this then? Shall I also send a letter to my dear friend Carol saying, 'If you're going to make something happen, don't hurt the princess'?

Just kidding, Sergei said.

In response, my friend Kreutzer also replies with a laugh.

"Then why don't you finally write a letter to your beloved princess spelling out the words of love. Women always prefer this kind of thing."

"That's a plan."

No matter, I never really write a letter because I'm joking. Sergei had sworn that he would not write at least a letter of love.

But if it was the former letter, I didn't think there was room for thought.

That wasn't a desire to make it my own thing, maybe I had a desire to make it my own people. Both the military and the talented aristocracy have always been precious.

And here's what I thought.

Perhaps that woman won't even look forward to it in a love letter or something.

"That princess will either be as good as herself or will be accompanied by someone awfully stupid than a man of mastery"

"... Really?

"Oh, my God."

In fact, Sergei himself has not gained enough experience to talk about romance. For once, as heir to the throne, there are a number of potential fiancées up there, but calling it a romantic experience will require a revision of the dictionary.

His view was therefore an obvious bias.

But Sergei's discussion continues. Besides, in the unusual direction.

"Besides, I think someone's already taken the princess's heart."

"What?"

Seeing a baffling Kreutzer, Sergei soaks up a bit of superiority.

Oh, my God, I didn't realize.

"I didn't know you wouldn't notice a good romantic Kreutzer. Is it time for me to spring?

That's what he said with a smile he would only show when he had his first "personal story" with a friend and that Princess Emilia.

I was forced to hand over a "letter to a dear friend" that he himself had come up with earlier on to a friend to inquire about and cut off the topic because he was busy.

Actually, the problem was he was busy, but as he lowered Kreutzer and immersed himself in government, he shrugged alone.

"I guess that's what it means to bring a man's officer, not a woman's escort, to a meeting with the person you proposed to. It's disqualification for a man not to realize that."

That should have been directed at a friend, but in this case he would have unconsciously released it to another human being, but there was no reason for Sergei to know that.