Herscherik (Reincarnated Prince Series)

The early summer passed and a hot summer arrived in the Kingdom of Gracis.

The heat was no exception to the royal castle, and if the cooling system was working indoors, the corners, hallways and outdoors raised the temperature of those who came and went because of the shining sun.

Hershelik and his butler and knight heading to the training ground were also a little fed up with this hot and humid climate.

"…… I want hot, cold food.

"Not after training. When you're done, I'll make it in the kitchen.

Hershelik has swordsmanship and equestrian archaeology at the training ground today and is on his way.

Hershelik roars unexpectedly in the heat. Hershelik sparkled his eyes at Cro's words, which he said to the Lord to forgive him.

Crowe, to his surprise, could also cook. Among other things, there is a large repertoire of desserts, and many times I ask where Hershelik wore them, they don't give me good details about the pestle I used to take.

(It's full of elements and you can cook... how high specs are you?

The ladies made a scene in the last simulation of the lead knight, but now they seem to have it even more.

Hershelik walks behind his back, stealing another figure.

Oran, with his golden orange hair, is also soaring in popularity among women in the castle over the lead knight's mock battle.

He was also a good-looking man of a different kind from Cro. Eyes like blue balls, sweet masks like elegant princes that create a gentle atmosphere with dripping over hair with mixed habits.

He even looks like a good man, but he's the only one with enough sword moves to beat the crawlers one after the other. Moreover, as a knight, he is the third son of the Marquis Ordis family, a famous family. It is quite a promising stock with no complaints.

He had previously been given a tour of his training like that, but he was stroked in the head with the eyes of looking at the poor child after he had finished. Hershelik himself is working pretty hard, but very rude.

(Really unfair in the world......)

Hershelik feels like he has tasted it many times since he was three years old.

I don't have the kind of force or motor nerve that people admire, the immense magic, or the good intelligence. They say he's the only beautiful boy, but compared to my father, my brother, and my sisters, he gets sumptuous. The only thing that matters is past life experience and clerical skills.

It's harder not to be jealous, but I also feel like I can't help but be vain jealous. I say to myself, to others, roughly, that we are many times. Hershelik, who has memories of his previous life, also knew how to split such jealousy. It is a skill acquired naturally after thirty years.

"Horse."

Stop on Oran's voice and look up at him. Oran, like chewing up a bitter bug, was sending his gaze down the hallway.

Hershelik moved his gaze in the direction he stared so that he could follow. Walking from across the hall was a face I saw.

"It's been a while, Hershelik. How are you?"

"Yes, Brother Marx looks fine, too.

A beautiful face with melted red hair and polished red ball-like eyes. He is slightly lower in height than Crowe and Oran, but has a body that has been trained and adjusted. It was so graceful even to wave with one hand up against Hershelik.

He is Marx Gracis. He is the first prince of the Kingdom of Gracis.

(Prince Aura is amazing......)

That's Hershelik's illusion, of course, but he thinks it's like a big red rose. When it comes to girls' comics, the screen tone behind them is determined by the rose.

"Is Brother Marx home from training for the Knights? How is your job?

Hershelik recalls that after Marx graduated from the College this year, he belongs to the Knights of the Military Service.

The royal family also has to take up a job once they are adults. Most people can go to the department they want, and if they have the talent, they can be nominated by the department.

Marx also specializes in flame-based attack magic, but he hears that his swordsmanship arm is quite an arm.

Since Hershelik's training rents a little unused training ground during the Knights' break, it was easy to predict that his brother, who belongs to the Military Bureau, would have just finished his training.

"Yeah, I'm just finishing up the way I did. The same goes for training, but I'm not used to my job and I'm struggling.

That's right. Marx leaks a bitter smile. Even that figure is a man, but it becomes a painting.

"It's tough.

Hershelik hammers. The first year of graduation is hard everywhere. On top of that, he is royal, so there will be different pressures than the other newcomers.

(I must have struggled my first year as a rookie too......)

Ryoko, Hershelik's previous life, had a rather aggressive new year of graduation.

Initially, despite the principle of branch assignment for new graduates under company policy, the sudden retirement of the clerk at the head office resulted in Ryoko being assigned to the head office with the closest commuting distance.

Once in, his predecessor, the senior, will retire with a short takeover, and what's left is a manual with no guidelines and a pile of work he doesn't know.

I don't even know if I asked another senior in the department. It was the first year of a new employee who ended in a nutshell and gave me a way out. Then a year was hell without analogy. I still praise myself for getting through it well.

(We had that year, so we could work ever since, right?

Later, I tried to write my retirement report surprisingly, "Maybe it's better compared to the first year." I thought. Humans, if you can survive the sole even in the face of a great deal of trouble, it will feed you. However, if you ask me to do my first year of graduation again, I will definitely decline.

"By the way, is he your lead knight?

Hershelik, who had flown consciousness in the past, is drawn back in Marx's words.

My brother's gaze felt a little harsher, but Hershelik looks at Oran. Oran was out of sight to keep an eye on his brother.

"Yes, Oran... it's Octavian not.

"Again............ octa!

Throwing a sharp gaze, Hershelik shook Vikri's shoulder at his rough brother.

Since birth, Marx and I have had the opportunity to meet a few things, but this is the first time I've heard my brother absurd his voice.

Marx stuffed Oran with such a surprising hershelik.

"Why, you're the Knight of Hershelik!

"……… It's been a long time, Your Highness.

That Oran voice was also Hershelik's first time. A lower than usual cold voice contrasted with my brother.

"You look fine, more importantly.

"Why, speaking in such a respectful tone, you used to be different!

Marx lifting his eyes. Hershelik thinks that even that angry figure is graceful because he is still a prince.

"You promised you'd be my knight! Yet............!

"Isn't that a child's promise, Your Highness?

"!... Don't call me Your Highness!

Oran sends a cold gaze, as opposed to Marx, who seems to regret it. It was very picturesque because Oran is also a medium beauty shape while his brother is still sarcastic.

(Or what the hell is the state of this...?

My brother and Oran seem to know each other. Speaking of which, he's the same age, and maybe he was a classmate in college.

"I needed you......!

(… yes!

To Marx, who sadly distorts his face, Hershelik came to one conclusion.

(This is a fantasy world, and can that happen!

Hershelik is convinced and snorts alone. And I looked up at them both.

So as Oran's boss, we have to respect his feelings.

"Um, Brother Marx, Oran!

Hershelik cut out reluctantly.

After making sure that their gaze was right for them, Hershelik opens his mouth ready.

"I mean, even if you two were in that relationship, I wouldn't stop!

The clo blew out and the two of them stiffened, but Hershelik continued his words.

Speaking of which, when I went out to Castle Town before, I can also nod why Oran wasn't interested in flower streets.

"I don't care about that, and, you know, love is free.

(Brother Marx is prettier than a woman, and Oran is handsome. I didn't know my brother was going to tear a thought-provoking knight from the side......)

Hershelik realized that he was in a manly position.

When I was Ryoko in my previous life, I liked friendships, but I didn't like BL stuff in 3D or 2D. But there are people in the world who have a lot of preferences.

There are people with different preferences with people who are only paedophiles of the same sex or who cannot move their forefingers if they are not more than two turns apart in the year.

Hershelik didn't want to be a small person to deny or reject it.

"It's my knight, but I think it's different from work and private…………"

Saying, either out of bad consciousness or hiding behind a clo and looking at the two of them from the shadows.

Crowe was pushing silently and shaking his shoulder, but Hershelik didn't notice because he was conscious of the two in front of him.

"Ha!?

Hershelik distracts himself from the two aligning voices. It's as if you've seen something you shouldn't.

"So, uh, happy?

I didn't know what to say and tighten up at the end myself, and for now I just had to come up with a congratulation.

More clo blew. Had it not been for the eyes, he would have begun to bash the wall around it.

"Prince, I'm not mistaken about anything!?

It was Oran who panicked. By the way, I haven't solved Marx's stiffness on too many shocks yet.

"It's okay, because I'm fine!

(That's right, that's just not a good idea when it's public, is it?

Meanwhile, Hershelik hides even more in the shadow of Cro. Even though I don't want to deny it, I'm in the process of donning it.

"Why hide!? Because it's a real mistake! I'm not..."

"Dear Hershey, it's time for your training.

Clo broke into Oran trying to solve the misunderstanding. Time has already stood quite a bit and it is too late even in a hurry.

"Oh, it's true. Brother Marx, I apologize for this.

As Hershelik stepped out of the shadow of Cro, he bowed and hurriedly walked out. The clo that followed erupted again when he saw Oran's face. Looks like a lot of fun.

"You black dog!

(Enjoy being mistaken!

Oran tries to follow Hershelik's mistake even soon. Marx, freed from such rigidity on his back, threw words bitterly.

"...... did you leave me because of the arr two years ago after all?

Oran replied nothing to Marx's words and went after them.