Herscherik (Reincarnated Prince Series)

A training ground in the corner of the royal castle of the kingdom of Gracis, where the trees are leafy and the autumn breeze blows.

This is where soldiers and knights train, but today was different than usual. Today it is the second annual martial arts tournament. Guest seats are packed with nobles as well as people from Castle Town, waiting to be held now or now.

The martial arts tournament is a nationally recognized tournament in which the desired soldiers and knights can participate. If you do well in this tournament, you will have a way out.

If you're a soldier, you're a knight, you're a Kingsguard, and you're not dreaming of a general position. In the holding room, there was one misplaced person, overflowing with hopeful people. He was a young man who had just taken office the other day as the prince's lead knight.

Already retired, but also the son of the Marquis Roland Ordis, alias a fiery general, he swayed his orange hair with a light and habitual gold mesh, his drooling blue ball-like eyes dwelling in an uneasy light. And he was open to piercing jealous gaze from around him.

(I wonder why I'm here...)

Octavian Ordis gently escapes reality.

The beginning of the matter was the night the prince fell ill. He and his colleague Crowe, the lead butler, said.

"It involves the Lord's honor to be the leading knight of Hershey, yet always thought he was a crippling bad knight who graduated from college from the public. Let the world know.

Oran was thrown into a militant tournament that takes place twice a year due to a one-sided sermon that

Oran, reluctant to stand out, tried resolutely to refuse, but when Hershelik, resurrected from ill-health at a later date, asked about it.

"Are you at the Oran Martial Arts Games? Then I'll go check it out. Good luck!

And Oran couldn't pull it off because he turned the look that tended to sink after the incident and chased him to laugh like a child.

"Chi, why is your boy here?

The shadow of listening is that if you stay in this place for an hour, you'll get used to it. Oran leaks a small sigh.

(Nothing, I wouldn't be the only one...)

I get used to it but I feel sick. Oran is not a saint prince.

Now there are more aristocrats out here than the Ortiz family, Oran's home. Besides, it's not as boxed as they say you are. Rather, he is more rigorously trained than soldiers around there by his father, who has an alias with a fiery general, than he was at a young age.

"A knight of a prince who doesn't know if he's here or not, like the seventh prince, anyway, right? I'll be gone soon.

He reacted to the words and pointed Oran's sharp glance in the direction of his voice. Whatever he was told, he didn't respond, and the soldiers and knights who were slapping their pussies at him for the first time reacted barely looked like a bum and left the scene.

(If you just run away from it, don't fight and sell it from the beginning... generally, it would be disrespectful to the royalty.

Raise your response to the interview to the shelf, and Oran is intoxicated. And I understood what Crowe was trying to say.

His rating of himself was remarkably low when he put it, and that was also directly linked to his rating of Hershelik, the Lord.

His lord Hershelik is only five years old.

He is very young without a back shield, and his presence is equal to that of a normal human being.

But Oran knows.

How prepared he is to set out his ideals

Someone who can crush your heart and caring for others.

A person who doesn't know anything can never be taken lightly.

Oran closes his eyes and holds the pattern of his sword. Until his game started, he never moved off the spot.

The place has changed. This is the VIP room at the Martial Arts Convention venue. Of the seats set up at the martial arts tournament, only the royal family and his entourage are allowed in here. A match had already taken place in a venue set up in the training area, where fierce swords had been exchanged.

There are three of them in the VIP room. It is Marx, the First Prince, acting on behalf of the King, who finished his opening address and left the room, and Hershelik, the Seventh Prince, who will participate for the first time in this meeting, and Schwartz, his lead deacon.

Schwartz prepared tea and a brief meal, and when he finished preparing them for the side table, he withheld behind Hershelik's back to keep them out of the way of the game.

"Well, can Octa win?

"I can afford it.

Hershelik answers Marx, who seems to have fun, with a confident voice. It's not easy for him to lose when he can fight more than Crowe and each other.

"……… Hershey, thank you. Bridge me with Octa.

After the incident, Oran stopped avoiding Marx. At least Oran stopped sending Marx a cold gaze like that day in the summer.

Marx did not regard it as special because he was a prince, and it was no exaggeration to say that Oran, who deals with him as one human being, is the only real friend. So in the future, I wanted you to support me as a knight on my side, when I became king. But two years ago, the cause created a ditch for the two of us, and Oran in particular was spending time avoiding Marx.

But on the summer day, with the accidental encounter in that hallway, Hershelik was involved, their relationship was heading in the right direction.

"I didn't do anything.

Hershelik answers with a bitter smile. This is a matter for both of us. I just asked my brother, Marx, for help, and I might have made the trigger but I never did anything special. Besides, Oran is not an idiot.

"I'm sure Oran knew that by his head. Brother Mark says it's not the only fault.

At the time, Oran could not live without hating someone. Through Marx, the royalty who was beside him, Oran was able to live by hating the royalty. In a way, Marx saved Oran.

(Well, that's my unsolicited interpretation.

Hershelik thinks, and wishes.

That my brother and Oran would return to a laughable relationship like they used to.

Hershelik also had a feeling that the wish might end in concern.

Hershelik speaks to his brother with an anxious expression.

"Brother Mark, are you sure you're glad?

"Hmm? What is it, Hershey?

Marx tilting his neck. That's also a very picturesque brother, but not if you're blind to his beauty this time.

"Perhaps in this case both I and my brother were completely blinded.

In the end, the case was led by Marx, who apparently settled the case. At present, the popularity of the eldest brother is soaring in Castle Town. So the royal rating was also finally upward. I think it was good, but it was too conspicuous.

"We haven't completely solved the case… After all, we haven't been able to create a drug neutralizer.

The case is not yet closed. The production of neutralizing drugs has begun with the medicines that Ignaerts possessed. However, the materials of the medicines for strengthening the human body that should have been stored in the country had been lost. Therefore, the only way to reverse the purification method is to make a neutralizing drug from that diluted from the original drug, which requires a great deal of time. There is another problem with that.

Baron Almin left Hershelik words just before his death. That was Hershelik's unexpected word.

"... Church... Careful... Put it on..."

From his words, it was possible that the Church, which brings together the religions of this country, was behind this series of drug incidents.

To a party of ministers. The Church and Hershelik hold their heads. Apparently, the ministers weren't the only enemies.

Hershelik couldn't exactly anticipate anything from zero information to that. Predicting from the information we have now and preparing for the operation, that's his limit.

"That's a pain in the ass.

Marx nods too. The Church is an independent organization and does not receive State involvement. Conversely, there is the insanity that the Church does not interfere in politics either. But it is certain that the Church, which gathers faith from the people, also has influence in politics.

"But it's okay. Because now we know.

Dusty and laughing Marx. It's a big thing that we found out about the back of a church that never made us smell anything before. This side was never the only one at a disadvantage.

"…… Hershey, I was lost.

Marx continues his words as he sees a militant tournament played under his eyes.

"Two years ago, I listened to your father and I've been lost.

Hershelik turns around saying that he heard the story when he was three years old. It's just my time and Marx's position to be the next king. Freedom like Hershelik would not have been promised.

"In the end, I was lost and I couldn't do anything for two years. But that night, when Hershey asked me for help, I felt like I could see the way I wanted to go.

And act with Hershelik, and that turns into certainty.

"I like this country. I like my father, my mother, my family. I want to wholeheartedly protect this country, its people, and its families.

So he spins the words and Marx laughs lightly.

"It took me a while, but that's my answer. Might be a pity from Hershey though......"

Hershelik shook his head sideways at the words. My brother felt the same way as himself, and the joy came in.

"I'm fine. This is still the first prince, so they can't get their hands on it badly either. But Hershey, you have to be careful.

He doesn't have a powerful back shield, the last prince. If the enemy moves, it can be easily erased.

"The leaders, you know?

What Marx says out loud is about the royal stain and the threat. Hershelik nods. Not wrapped up in Cro or Oran, Hershelik said.

Crowe was flat, but Oran seemed to have figured it out. But I guess you can expect him to remain the lead knight.

"I'm fine.

My brother answers his concerns.

"Because I have both Crowe and Oran.

Saying so, Hershelik returns his gaze to the venue. His lead knight appeared there.