Herscherik (Reincarnated Prince Series)

It was the aristocratic man with a dazzling bald head in the middle of the middle meat that pulled Hershelik apart. Hershelik, called by his name, tilts his neck, not knowing who he is.

(Is that it? I think I've seen it...?

I've seen it. But I've been out so far and my name hasn't come up.

Besides, Hershelik himself, nobles rarely call him off like this. Most of them are intimidated and frightened by Hershelik, and the friendly aristocracy is extremely partial, who enthralled to use it because of the royalty, whether it is a prince of low value or rotten at the end of the day.

But the nobility in front of him is neither such a charmer nor a fearer, nor, of course, a friendly nobleman of the extreme.

"In front of His Highness. Let's get you named.

I break in between Hershelik and the man with Oran leaning his neck. One hand went through a system of slipping out whenever accompanied by a pattern of swords, and his gaze captured him without alarm or gap. Cro also runs his gaze around while refraining right next to Hershelik. The venue was lively and there was no one to pay attention to this situation.

The man was stunned for a moment by Oran, who broke in, but still did not retreat and threw his words at Hershelik.

"It's a grimm!

"……… Huh?

(bald grime with that metabolism!?

Hershelik opens his eyes. It was before me that I was apart from him who was out of my stomach. The baldness was metabolic even if it remained the same. The shape would turn into an age-appropriate healthy body and the impression it would give people would be the opposite. His eyes were glitched with bruised attitudes and ambitions at the time, but now his dark emotions are so swept away and felt so vividly.

"Count Grimm?

"Yes, hiccup!

Grimm laughed slightly at Hershelik confirming with an incredible voice. On Hershelik's fifth birthday, the last time I saw him, it seemed a lie that he was still dying.

"…… for the most part, you've changed.

I doubt Hershelik will ever think about that smile. But there was nothing disturbing about the letter from Meliá or the people. Instead, the climate is mild this year, and fertilizers from other countries prepared by the lords are soil and abundant, all equally good stories.

(I thought the fertilizer was Count Grimm's appeal to the people and himself...)

But what about this change? Honestly, I wanted to suspect you weren't sick, but your face is bloody and you are sunburned or healthy.

"I can't help but believe His Highness. My stomach's been pulling in for a long time! I won't have to lose my joint pain and my wife won't let me get in the way, and this would be great if I had hair! Ha-ha-ha."

Earl Grimm petting his bald head into Hershelik's words. Then he goes back to his true face and looks around. Grimm opened her mouth to make sure no one was paying attention.

"Be careful, Your Highness Hershelik. And that side stinks.

Hershelik narrows his eyes to the word. I thought it was a trap, but if it's a trap, it's too obvious.

To what Hershelik suspects, Grimm instantly returns as true as he just did and slaps him on the bald head again.

"I can't help but suspect His Highness. So just a little public talk, as long as you think about the rumors!

There is no backwardness in that kind of Count Grimm.

"Apparently, a man named Prince of Light does a lot of things everywhere. Some people will have resentment, and those shallow minded people are short-circuited. Just like me before.

Grimm says to mock himself. Only for a moment, his expression darkened but to hide it. He also slapped his bald head to show it.

"I know your Highness's men are fine because they are excellent, but please be careful. And I hope you keep that in mind because the west and east of our country stink a little.

Grimm laughs, but he can shadow his expression.

"What I did is never acceptable. I didn't know that gaining His Highness's trust at this level would also make amends for what he did to the people and the Count of Luzeria..."

"Count Grimm.

Hershelik blocks Count Grimm from speaking. And I smiled.

"Thank you very much. I only received your advice…… please be careful around here.

"… Thank you very much, Your Highness.

To Hershelik's words, Grimm swallows the following words and bows his head deeply. And when he gave his head for plenty of five beats, and saw Hershelik again, he had no earlier dark expression.

"Then I will be available around here. Oh, yeah, yeah. Lord Merliah will marry you. The letter asked for a message because it would take time.

"Thank you, Count. Tell Merliah congratulations too. I'll send you something to celebrate.

"Ha, then excuse me before you.

Hershelik leaks his sigh as he lowers his head and drops off Grimm's back.

"Hershey, what's that?

Oran, who can't swallow the situation right now, twists his neck.

"That was your first time in Oran. This is the Earl we talked about two years ago. Hey, Cro.

Khlo makes his expression look worse as he nods at Hershelik's words.

"Hershey, do you think I can trust you?

"I want to believe that.

Hershelik responds instantly to Kro's words.

Two years ago Hershelik threatened Grimm to give in. I left him no choice, and I set out to do so. At the time, he thought it would be difficult to change, maybe he changed a little bit to the one who wanted to see how things were now.

(I think so. I'm probably sweet though.

But Hershelik thinks.

"I'd like to think we're moving forward one by one.

Yes, I look up and laugh at the faces of my bellies.

What I want is endlessly distant. I don't think everything I've done is right, and I don't think everything will be fruitful. This is not the world of fiction that Hershelik liked when he was Ryoko in his previous life. It is difficult to change the world and people, and it is easy for me to change. I don't know when I won't change.

But if it's going to be a world where everyone can change and work hard like Count Grimm and go hand in hand, it's not in vain what you're doing. I can still work hard, yes Hershelik could think.

"Hershelik!"

At the end of the conversation with Count Grimm, someone stopped Hershelik, who this time wanted to go home.

"Dear Brother Lenette.

Hershelik looks back, who was about to leave when his name was called.

There was a boy with short cut yellow-green hair and onyx-like eyes. Even a boy should have been fifteen years old, and it would be difficult to be a boy. Just that the word "arm white boy" wraps up the perfect vibe, making him look like a boy to Hershelik, who is a good old man.

His name is Lenette Gracis. He is Hershelik's brother and fourth prince of the Kingdom of Gracis. Being royal, he is also beautifully shaped without leaking into examples. Speaking of modern style, it gave a handsome ace impression of the football club.

"What is it, Brother Lenette? What can I do for you?

Saying so, I look up at Lenette and smile a step back. Hershelik, who grew over time but smaller than average, had a considerable height difference with Lenette.

(It is unusual for Brother Lenette to talk to me.

Hershelik tilts his neck in his heart. Hershelik rarely talks to his brothers much, with official occasions and exceptions. Needless to say, the exception is Marx, but the other brothers are at least seven apart, so they have few contacts.

With the exception of some princes and princesses, all their brothers go to work and college during the day, and Hershelik is often out on holidays with patience. It would be harder to have contact with Hershelik because he never gathers and eats meals, and greets are exchanged in an official setting, and after that it is only the Hershelik that is so sloppy.

It was a dry relationship compared to when I was three sisters in my previous life. But if you're not happy with it, you're not.

Because in the beginning I knew how it felt to be a brother who was either too old to know how to treat his brother.

(Because if you're too old away, you'll be more of a guardian than a brother...)

Hershelik feels stingy. When I was Ryoko, I had nine distant sisters. I used to fight and hang out with my sister in the middle, but the best thing I did was fight with my sister. You're more right to scold your sister for some bad behavior.

Hershelik didn't think he was being scorned because he could see that, and even because he had few contacts, he preferred brothers and princesses who would care in public. That's why I think they're family in Hershelik.

By the way, it was surprising that after the incident, Marx began to burn something to look after him.

(Brother Mark is somewhat of a sweet type in the body, and now he is not.

Hershelik returns his thoughts to Lenette just before him. He was the youngest of three children, born to one of the side chambers, the Third Lady, with the King.

"Yeah, my father's calling, so I'm here to bring him.

Lenette laughs at Nica for saying so. That's the way you laugh like a sports boy.

"Thank you for taking the time. But even if Brother Lenette doesn't look..."

I should have told my maid and brother-in-law, but I wonder what it means to use my brother who is royal on purpose. Renette waves her hands patterned at Hershelik twisting her neck.

"It's okay. Me, I was free, and Hershelik gets confused with people, right?

Hershelik laughs bitterly at the words. Hershelik is royal and beautifully shaped and stands out among ordinary people. But only if Hershelik was alone.

In the case of venues with more than one royalty like this, the presence of inferior Hershelik becomes blurred in appearance. In other words, all people's gazes are directed at another prince or princess.

(Found out you're avoiding it from the insignificant hassle?

Hershelik, who originally did not like to stand out, was fortunate enough not to have come forward.

"It takes a while if you ask people, and it's easy for us to find them.

Lenette says so and laughs.

(Us?

When Hershelik tried to ask the plural words, two people emerged from the hedge. Similar to Lenette, it's more of a boy and a girl with almost the same face.

"Lenette, if you find Hershelik, just keep in touch!

"Not too loud, Cecily.

"Arya is too small. You're my older brother than Lenette, so hold on tight!

"Uh... annoying wow.

Lenette looks fed up with the two men and women.

(Were we looking for you in triplets?

It was the princess at the top of the triplet who was called Cecily. Dark green, lightly wavy hair, or eyes, gives the impression that it seems pleasant. I'm wearing a yellow dress today, but when I change this to sailor clothes, I'm the oldest daughter of the solid and the class chairman is perfect.

It was the third prince who was called Arya. She was cut shorter than her shoulder by the green hair and felt weak. I can't help but think that he gets caught in the arms of his white brother by a cheerful sister and he gets into this personality.

The eyes are all brown like onyx, just like Lenette's, and if you get used to it, it's possible to discern the triplets. There is a difference in height, but it would be difficult to discern if you wore a penis.

"By and large, that's a huge time difference because I was born first. Because you were born first, you don't have to face your sister."

"Then don't let your sister face you, will you? I'll wipe your naughty ass. You can be me and Arya, too! Even then..."

"Wow, the woman says it's almost over. It stinks."

While watching the two of them start arguing, Hershelik was unable to decide what to do. The two of them who started arguing have no particular problems. It's an argument for a normal sibling fight. But there are other problems.

Don't I have to go to my father? It attracts a lot of attention. I'm collecting so much.

The prince and the princess, who had begun a fight without a problem around them, were definitely attracting attention. That would be true, these triplets are quite beautiful without leaking into the example. The three of them have the effect of multiplying rather than adding up. At last, my gaze gathers, so I want to disperse, but I can't do that, and I have to divulge a bitter smile on the spot.

"Hershelik must be on my side!

"Heh!?

Hershelik, who cared about his surroundings, is pushed from behind at the same time as Lenette's words.

Soon they turned behind him and stuck him out in front of Cecily. There was Cecily's face in front of her, and even though she was a beautiful girl because of it, she hung her eyes.

"Lenette, do not involve Hershelik! Hershelik's in trouble, too!

Cecily takes Hershelik from Lenette and holds him in.

(Chests are modest...... not, kinda different than usual!?

Communicating more than usual to my brother and sister. Hershelik makes his eyes black and white. I don't usually get involved this far. I mean, I don't have any contacts in the first place.

"It's something you don't know unless you're men to men!

He pulls his arm and goes inside Lenette's arm.

"Men are still children, Hershelik!

Pulled by Cecily again in her arms.

"Women don't get it!

"What!

"What is it!

"Stop it, both of you. Hershelik's in trouble!

Pulled that way, pulled this way, and finally Hershelik, sheltered behind Arya, is breathless.

From the side, I would be a stuffed animal that would be attached to a child.

(I'm not a stuffed animal...... well, why can't Crowe and Oran help me?

When I turned my gaze to the leaders, they missed my gaze. I knew clearly that I was not willing to help.

(Traitor. Ooh, ooh!

Tekken sanction later. What's so good about it? And so Hershelik decides in his heart.

"What are you doing, you guys…………"

Half my voice sounded frightened there. And the ladies that were gathering around the voice raised their yellow voices, and a man was broken so that the LORD of the voice could pass.

"Brother Mark……"

Hershelik turns a blind eye to help people emerge through a broken path. Marx Gracis, the first prince, your son, whose eyes glow with burning red hair and polished red balls.

He is one of Hershelik's few understanders and collaborators.

"What are you gonna do when you guys go get Hershelik?

"…… I'm sorry.

The words of apology came out of the mouths of the three of them with a different accent. That's the triplet. He had all his voices.

"Not at all. Sorry, Hershey. It would have been time to go home, but will you come?

"I understand.

Hershelik nods.

(Behavioral patterns have been read.

Sure, I'm only at a minimum in a place like this. And it's always my hand to subtly leave the room, but my brother seems to have totally spotted me.

"Don't worry, there aren't many people to notice.

Apparently he was on his face and his brother pointed him out. Hershelik smiles bitterly. Marx gently stroked Hershelik's head like that. And make your face straight for just a moment.

"Talk to me if anything happens, okay?

"…… Yes.

Hershelik has a hunch about the look on his face. Apparently, it's not going to be any easier in the room today.

Hershelik moves on, led by his brother. Behind them were the triplets and further back were Clos and Oran.

(Ze not long after attention…………)

Hershelik enjoys the urge to go home as he floats his sales smile.

I don't like to stand out. Marx walks in front of him, as well as the triplets behind him, even though he had a corresponding face for the year until earlier, and now he is the face of a fine royal man.

Hershelik is impressed, but he reconsidered the idea that this would be normal for them. It's been in this environment since birth, so it's normal to be noticed and respond to it.

But Hershelik is not. For Hershelik, who has memories of his previous life, attracting attention makes him feel like a spectacle.

(I can't help it because I'm royal...)

I can tell it's also my job to get noticed and be a spectacle. But embarrassment is embarrassment.

The triplets, who had a childish quarrel until just now, are also now grand in the face of the royal family.

I rather wanted to suspect it was someone else.

"Father, I brought Hershelik.

Because he was in a depressed mood, he arrived at the king's place, which was sometime his father, and when Marx prompted him to leave, there was a father, who was King Gracis.

Silver hair like a collection of moonlight, the same blue-eye as Hershelik is embedded in a polished emerald contour. Thorje, king of beauty recognized by 10,000, welcomed the children. He looks like he's in his twenties, no matter what. He's already over forty.

"Marx, you put in a lot of trouble. Thanks Cecily, Arlia and Lenette too.

Saying so, Soluyeh smiles. Each of the triplets had a lit laugh at the words.

"Hershelik, I know it's about time you were tired, but I'm sorry.

"No, can I help you, Father?

Saying so, Hershelik observes his father.

(A little pale?

My father originally had white skin and a fine skin. A woman has enough tension and luster to be jealous. But now there may be lights, but I saw shade in its beauty. And Hershelik realized there was a man beside him to be wary of.

(Oh, was this a battlefield?

Then he set up a weapon called a full smile and spoke to the person.

"It has been a while, Minister Barbasse.

"Your Highness Hershelik, you have grown well. More importantly.

A magnificent man with a fine moustache answered Hershelik's words. The first time I met him, I took a big toll on his existence, but that's still the same now that he's grown up.

Minister Barbasse. He is the one who brings together the nobility of this country, and behind him, he threatens the royal family and bulls this country.

A man who Hershelik has been looking into since he was three years old and still can't even grab his tail.

Soothing air from the side, but sparks would have seemed scattered to those who knew the circumstances. Subtle Oran and Cro move behind Hershelik. Neither of them changed their expression, but Oran put his hand on the sword pattern and Crowe was ready to take out the dark vessel at any time. I don't think it will actually happen to pull out the sword, but it will be a restraint. If you want to harm Hershelik, the head and torso will say goodbye.

While feeling the signs of the leaders behind him, Hershelik answered the Minister's words in a flamboyant manner.

"Thank you very much. Father, what do you want from the minister?

Hershelik says with a constant smile. However, even if his face is laughing, the light in his eyes flashes sharply like the tip of a sword.

"Hershelik, actually..."

My father opens his mouth like it's hard to say. But Barbasse picked up the words a step back.

"Your Majesty, if you will forgive me for my remarks.

I'm trying to get permission, but that seemed like a decision. Confirm that my father snorts and Barbasse approaches Hershelik even more. Hershelik turns his back and instructs him not to move.

(There will be no problems in front of everyone. That's not how hard it is to deal with someone like that.

But I can't let my guard down. The opponent is the shadow ruler who cows this country.

"Your Highness Hershelik will be seven this year.

"Yes, it is.

Why are we talking about age here? and Hershelik thought but nodded and showed.

"My daughter will also be seven this year. I am the same age as His Highness Hershelik.

And the minister smiled and said away to Hershelik.

"How about an engagement with my daughter, if you don't mind?

Hershelik didn't understand the words. No, I understand the words. Engagement, in other words, a relationship that presupposes future marriage.

(But what did this man say? With whose daughter?

Hershelik's thoughts go round and round, and he can't think together.

"…………………?

The word Hershelik put aside plenty of time for was only one letter.