Herscherik (Reincarnated Prince Series)

To Violetta, who was hoisting her tea eyes, Hershelik rounded and solidified her eyes, but stopped thinking further into the words that followed.

"I think the royal people should be an example to the people, like His Highness Marx!

"What, Brother Mark............?

My brother's name pops up without context and Hershelik blinks several times.

"His Highness Marx is a very dignified and splendid man even when he comes out in front of the people, and he has no choice but to strike. Your Highness, full of talent for sword moves and magic... and yet your younger brother, Master Hershelik, has been making weak noises since earlier!

Saying so, Violetta got angry with the prick again. Hershelik looks at her like that and restarts the thought that was causing her to stop.

(Sure, Brother Mark is amazing...)

He has character, appearance, talent and respect as a human being. But I wondered why it was the subject here.

'Isn't Your Highness ashamed to say she pities herself?

The words of Violetta echo in my head. That caught me in Hershelik, and I thought of my vices.

(Oh, have you been too modest...)

Japanese with a strong tendency to consider humility as a virtue. Hershelik, a former Japanese, is also of that nature, underestimating and humbling himself.

I've been told by the leaders before. Don't underestimate yourself.

(No, but it's all true. I really don't have any talent or stunts.

I have nothing. There are only past life experiences, knowledge, and trusted leaders.

Besides, self-assessment is better to be small than excessive, Hershelik thinks. If everything is risky and the ability to estimate is low, if the ability is high, we can expect a higher effect than expected. On the contrary, if you overestimate your own abilities and base your maneuvers on them, you also increase the risk when you fail.

(But I'm sure what she's saying is pre-construction.

Hershelik observes Violetta. Violetta seemed to care more about her sister than Hershelik while she was preoccupied with her prickly rage.

(Did my beloved sister and I get all excited and alienated by the conversation?

I laugh at the way it is. He seemed so cute.

He still speaks about his bad spot where he bought it and the wonderful spot of his brother, Marx. I'm just a little angry if you ask me, but everything Violetta is saying is true, and Marx is a great brother. Besides, Violetta smiles very hard at trying to catch my sister's attention.

(Well, I can't get angry as much as the kid told me.

For Hershelik, who was a woman in her thirties in her previous life, both Gene and Violetta were children. It's not enough to be angry when a child tells you something cheerful.

(If you're tired of talking, you'll shut up, and then you can serve it as a treat...

Cross-reference to Hershelik's vision. I was floating the perfect butler smile until just now, and now I'm looking at Violetta in the face. Hershelik felt as good as he had just found out, and a cold sweat dripped down his back.

(Mr. Crowe, because I'm afraid of faceless expressions!

Hershelik immediately turns his gaze to Oran. Oran nodded all the time that he understood and moved to a position where he could be stopped in case Cro took any action.

But it ends in concern.

"Stop it, Vio!

The sound of a slap on the cheek sounded. pressing her cheeks. Violetta glanced up at Gene. And my always calm sister feels really angry and tears her eyes out.

"Yes, because your sister…………………"

"There are good and bad things to say. Are you such a wonderful person that you disparage people?

Violetta silences herself in the words. Silence ruled the greenhouse.

"... Mr. Gene, would you please not get too angry and put it up? It's my fault when it comes to the old days.

Hershelik opens his mouth first. Originally speaking, I had a humble talk because of my habit. It was the beginning of me.

"But..."

Gene says sorry. Violetta, who can't talk but stares. Hershelik smiles at those two.

"Yes, I heard Mr. Violetta is very good at dancing. Would you give me a hand with that, if you like?

No one refused Hershelik's words. I guess you thought it was better than being in a greenhouse that's quiet.

One line moves to the Great Hall. It was the venue where the New Year's Eve party took place, and it was cramped and overflowing with people at that time, but now it's just a big space.

The only place with musical instruments and room for dancing is the royal music room or this place where Hershelik always learns. I just couldn't keep up with my own private place in the royal family, so I took him to this place. Remove the cover of the piano where the chrome is installed in the large hall.

"Mr. Gene, can I play the piano?

"Yes, to a certain extent……………………"

"Then please.

Jean nods and drops him off for his seat, Hershelik looks at Violetta. My butt looks badly out of sight and I'm jerking the hem of my dress with my fingertips. Hershelik felt that she was aware of her mistakes. But I don't know what to say.

Hershelik kneels at her more than she walks. And I gave him one hand all the time. I could see her taking a breath, but Hershelik continued to smile and say the words while in that position.

"Please, have a song with me, Princess Violetta.

To Hershelik's words, Violetta lay her hands on the hand she hesitated for a moment but was offered.

Make sure the two move to the center of the hall, and Gene starts playing. I didn't specify a song, but I distracted her. She often played me a loose song to use in practice.

A set of small shadows twirls the stage of the Great Hall.

"……… Dance, you're good.

"Thank you."

Hershelik keeps a smile on Violetta's words, relieving himself inside. Dance also teaches like swordsmanship and equestrianism. But for teachers who are used to seeing their brothers and sisters, they are still inferior to their brothers. Still, after continuing his archery without giving up, he was able to be crowded about the dance.

(Continuity is power.

Just because she praised me, it means I've been there.

"……… sorry about earlier.

Violetta makes a whispering apology as she dances.

(Your Highness, there is no pity.

I knew that when I held hands. There were many beans in his hand, and the beans were stiff. That would be proof that he has not given up and worked out every day. It's not just the sword. The middle finger also had a pencil, which I could easily imagine him studying for a long time.

Marx, the first prince, is an authentic prince who is admired by whoever he asks. The ladies of the social world praised each other with their mouths shut, the college graduated with excellent grades and is still in military service with the knights. Moreover, Marx, the first prince, may also act on behalf of the king in the event that the royals are present, so the people are recognized as the next king. Violetta also saw Marx, who appeared on several occasions at the venue, and leaked a sigh to the figure of his prince. I thought a prince was something a talented person like him should be called.

But what about the blonde prince who smiles gently in front of you? He is never as talented as he says he is. For Violetta, who taught a first-class teacher and was told she was talented, Hershelik's dance was mediocre, unacceptable and impossible. But he's taking steps to make it easier for him to dance, and he's keeping up with his pace.

That's not all. Earlier, when my sister got mad at me, she said she was being disparaged, but she broke me into arbitration. Violetta wanted to go in if there was a hole in her shallowness as to why she disparaged him as a hard-working and gentle man compared to her brother.

"Never mind about me. Because the leaders often get mad at me too.

To Violetta, who is leaning down and falling into self-loathing, Hershelik talks as she steps.

"Getting angry?

"Yes, I underestimate myself. I think they all bought me too much. [M]

tickle and Hershelik laughs. And I went on with the words.

"It's okay because Mr. Gene isn't angry anymore either.

"But..."

Violetta steals a jean playing the piano anxiously. Gene and I happened to be looking at this one, and we rushed off our gaze.

"I've already been hated…………"

(Naturally because I said such a terrible thing.

I thought I couldn't live anymore if my sister hated me, and my big hazelnut eyes were going to overflow with tears.

Hershelik makes a deliberate, powerful turn at her, who is about to cry. Ever changed from the way Violetta danced easily, she was surprised at the forceful way she did it and also pulled in tears that seemed to zero.

"If you cry, you'll ruin your makeup, won't you?

Yes, Herschelli is good for Violetta, keep the words coming.

"Mr. Violetta loves your sister, doesn't she?

"... your sister loves you most in the family. Your sister has been with you ever since your mother went to the garden of heaven.

Violetta's mother died when she was two years old. My family has two brothers upstairs with my father, but it was my sister, Gene, who was always on my side when my mother changed.

"I see... then I'm sorry that you have so much monopoly on Mr. Gene. It's okay, because Mr. Gene isn't really mad anymore. Look, I'm still worried as I look at this one and twitch.

While embarrassed that her childish attitude had been discerned, Violetta sees her sister over Hershelik's shoulder. Then my sister did look worried about this one.

(Your Highness is right!

I'm glad to hear that. Violetta sees Hershelik. Then there was a gentle blue eye in front of me. Beautiful gemstone-like aspiration that reminds me of new greenery. Violetta could see her cheeks turning red. So to mislead it, Violetta asks questions.

"Ha, what is Hershelik's mother like?

Violetta doesn't remember my mother. He never told my sister that he was just laughing vaguely about my mother, either. That's why I wanted to know about the existence of my mother.

But the words that came out of Hershelik betrayed her expectations.

"My mother has never met me.

"Eh?"

Hershelik leaks a bitter smile to Violetta, who opens her eyes.

"They went to Heaven's Garden first in exchange for me being born.

"Yes, was it…………"

Find out what you have in common with yourself. Violetta is speechless.

"But I've seen portraits. I hear he had the same blonde hair as me and was liked by the castle people.

Hershelik laughs and shows.

"... Isn't it rusty?

Words that came out to be squeezed out of Violetta.

I had a sister. So I regretted not having my mother, but few felt I was rusty.

"Right.

Hershelik spins his words as he continues to dance.

"I had a nanny at a young age, and my father is busy, so I don't see him much, but he takes care of me. My brothers, too. Besides, the heads will be on your side.

Besides, I had memories of my previous life. I had something to do with it. I missed my previous life, but I never felt lonely while thanking you for giving birth to me when it came to my mother.

(Out of the question, maybe something thin.

Hershelik smiles bitterly. But the bitter smile seemed to Violetta to smile a little.

"I am blessed.

I meant it to Hershelik, but it only sounded like a strong breeze to Violetta.

"So, Hershey. I wonder if you remember the first policy.

After the sisters made up and dropped them off, Hershelik and the others, who returned to their chambers in the outer palace, were summing up what happened today. Or Hershelik sits on the couch, in the form of a sermon to the heads.

"…… Yes.

Hershelik replies with plenty of time to Cro's questions.

The first policy would be about "an operation to get you to say no from the other side".

"You also took the next step for it.

I said it like Oran was stunned next to Cro.

"Because."

Hershelik tries to argue while swimming his gaze.

"... I didn't look like a bad bunch of kids.

Originally, Hershelik is a nature that can't be mean to others. I rather hate such insidious things.

If she was still a noble high-flying courtier, there were many ways to be hated. But they were normal girls. The matchmaker, Violetta, was certainly considered a high-flying young lady. But when I talked to her, she was a brilliant young lady who loved her sister. My sister Gene is an understated but sensible woman.

(I thought you might be playing that, but it doesn't look that way.

My sister had a horn and my sister, Violetta, seemed impossible for her age and personality. But my sister seemed to be imposing somewhere. This is Hershelik's intuition.

"Kro, just in case, gather some information about Mr. Gene.

Hershelik thought it was a little weird to have an older sister in the first place, but her sister's matchmaking comes first.

"If you're Mr. Gene's age, you can also be Brother Mark's opponent. My brother doesn't have a fixed fiancée, and if Barbasse is after power, I think it's more sensible to aim at Brother Mark than I do.

Even if you don't go with the Queen, you will be a sideroom candidate. No matter how much my brother refuses, my brother won't refuse it easily. But it's unnatural not to do that and bring the next daughter's pageant to the last prince.

"I think there's a back around there, maybe. Clo, please investigate her.

"Okay.

Confirming that Kro nods, Hershelik releases his front seat and sits deeply on the couch.

Indeed, this time my actions were the opposite of the operation. That was another reason that they didn't feel any malice at all.

(And I guess it's because I'm close to my niece's age.

The sister in the middle of Ryoko, the eldest daughter of the three sisters in her previous life, had a daughter. My niece was busy during the rebellion. But the truth is, my mother and father love my sweet niece. That was embarrassing and stubborn.

My niece was in elementary school when she died. For my aunt, who has protected her growth, I also watched Violetta about her age, and lived this world for about seven years. Close to Gene's age if he's growing up without anything.

(I wonder how you are...)

Break your leg from the front seat and sit down on the couch. Outside the window the evening had already begun to pass. Looking up at the sky, where the stars began to shine, Hershelik thought of his niece, the last thing he saw in his memory.

Looking out the window, the two heads looked at each other.

The leaders were expecting this to happen somehow. Hershelik is friendly to 10,000 people. Not that it's fraternity, but it's his virtue to be able to prioritize people over himself and caring for them. The man who touched that heart is shaken by his heart and makes him want to leave him. It is no exaggeration to say that neither of us is currently Hershelik's status or talent, and that we are attracted to that personality and at his side.

But Hershelik had a kind heart, but he was also a mirrored man. Reflect the interior of a person like a mirror. Although he would not be aware of it, his response when dealing with the Minister is a remarkable representation of its nature. Good intentions, good intentions, bad intentions. I feel it intuitively and respond accordingly.

Had the ladies treated me with hostility, Hershelik would have responded accordingly, but those Barbasse minister daughters were too normal for a lady. No, that's why the minister may have sent his daughter in.

Even if she knew that, Hershelik wouldn't have a cold attitude towards them.

In a way, it is no exaggeration to say that things are going according to the Minister's wishes.

"... you can say things that are past.

That's how Oran sums it up as he sighs. Clo also tuned in to the word.

"Yeah, for now I'm going out. I'll leave the rest to you.

Each of the leaders begins to act. What they could do was limited at this stage.

Having laid her sister to sleep, Gene had come all the way to the study of her father, Marquis Principal of Barbasse, Wolfe Barbasse. Gene is always distracted when he comes in front of a heavily built door.

(I will never get used to this place.

It was the same winter day as today, five years ago, that she came to this house.

She was a common child born between Barbasse and her mother, a servant with a full wife. My mother was a beautiful woman with beautiful hair and deep blue eyes like her own polished copper coin. Barbasse liked him because of his beauty, but he was expelled by his rightful wife after he had lodged Gene in his stomach.

It's an aristocratic home situation everywhere. Gene, whose mother died of illness five years ago and who was only a child at the time, had no way of living. That is why I slammed the gate of this Marquis house, relying on my father's story, which my mother had told me.

The Marquis, whose righteous wife had just ceased to be ill and was overloaded by her young child, Violetta, cognized and accepted her as she was and let her sister take care of her. Sometimes I think I care about the outside world. And there's another reason.

Gene leaks a deep sigh. And I knocked on the intimidating door.

"Father, excuse me.

Hear from inside and enter the room. A study where the smell of ink can stand in. I was sitting on the couch with a glass of liquor in one hand in the middle of it and reading a book.

"Gene, how was the prince?

"I also installed my next promise.

administrative reports rather than parent-child conversations. Because we don't have the affection of each other's parents and children, the result is a mechanical conversation.

"Really, how's Violetta?

"... that kid didn't hate me any more than he thought either.

My sister Violetta, who doesn't miss anyone but herself, had a slightly lonely look on her return.

Before bed, etc. "When will I see you next?" or "If I make sweets too, will Your Highness eat them? He changed his usual high-flying attitude. Especially to the butler who created those sweets. So much so that he was half respectful and half confrontational.

Finally, he said, "Nothing, I just want to apologize to Your Highness for being rude today! I said," I wore a hook. "

"Hmm."

My father leans his liquor into the way it is. And I opened my mouth heavily.

"Then keep it up if you're going to be able to take it in as planned. As always if it seems difficult……………………………………………."

Gene understands the words that follow and grips his fist hard. There is another reason why I can be here.

"Turn it off."

In those short words, Gene closes his eyes and leans down. I only have one reply prepared for her.

"…… Yes, Father.

She is not a daughter to my father. It is a "sister" with a convenient sister, a "bird" that carries all secrets, and a "dagger" that erases the inconvenient.