Herscherik (Reincarnated Prince Series)

It was a light white snow that day as if the petals were dancing in the wind.

A boy with pure white hair like that snow gets smaller in the corner of the room as usual and reads thick books that children won't be able to read at all.

From the day they said he was a monster, this place and the book were the only places he was.

If my parents and I gaze at each other, they will be neglected and tongued. If you walk outside, the villagers will fear you and the children will throw you stones. The gentle people I've always known changed the moment I found out about the boy's alien powers.

The boy slowly rolls through the pages of the book so as not to make a sound. Even the rubbing sound of the paper is to blame.

Two, the voices of men and women echoed from the next room. When the child places the book in his voice, he plugs his ears with both hands and pulls his knees closer to him and leans down. The man and the woman were the boy's parents, and until just a short while ago, they were a friendly couple, but there was constant fighting from the day the boy became known as a monster. My father told me I wasn't my own child after making the extra fight worse once I went into a stop.

"Mostly, it's strange to have a child like this from us who's mediocre!

My mother cries down at my father's throw-up words. Those who loved him suspected him of infidelity, naturally.

And like his mother, the words also caused a deep wound to the boy's heart.

The boy was beautiful enough to be mistaken for a girl. A beauty that I can only imagine loved by the goddess of beauty, with her sliced eyes embedded with fine amber. Even though she is still young, she looks more beautiful and beautiful than cute.

But my parents were mediocre compared to the boy. There are no similarities. Before the boy was called a monster, it was a joke that he was an ancestor, but now it's a story of the past.

Seeing my parents groan, the boy stopped engaging with anyone. Minimal contact with family and people, refrain from going out during the day, and read books in the corners of the room every day.

I must have given up on him until he died. It was just before he was ten years old that one man appeared to him, three months after he was told he was a monster.

He picked up the immobile boy from the corner of the room and asked for his name. When the boy replies that he is called a monster, the man gently strokes the boy's head when he smiles bitterly.

"Then let's call him Noel from today on.

That's the first encounter between a boy like a beautiful girl, Noel, and Henil.

But the gentle memory was repainted by the same person.

"Good night, my pretty doll (Noel).

There was a smile on his face that was gentle enough to calm down.

Shiro wakes up. I felt cold on my cheeks and understood that I was being rolled to the ground. I tried to get up with my hands, but my arms were tied behind my back and I couldn't move them.

No, my whole body was not my own, and I didn't make it as slight as someone else's.

(Where, where are we?

Shiro moves his gaze alone in an attempt to grasp the current situation.

Overall, the lights are dim and low. Ciro turns around when the statue of the gods is in front of him and it is a chapel in the church.

And there was a pattern painted with white lines on the floor that spread in front of me.

(Magic ceremony?... No, the magic team?

A magic formation that combines a number of complex magic formulas for tremendous effect. But the magic team was still working on it. Because it is so complicated, magicians repeat their research and experiments as well as combined magic, but they have not yet achieved any eye-catching results.

Yet why is there a complex magic formation painted on this occasion?

"Wake up, Noel.

It was that man's voice that interrupted Shilo's thinking.

"Oh, can't you talk? Because that's how I ordered it.

To him smiling as usual, Shilo almost has the illusion that everything was a dream or an illusion. But he still complained that the smile was the illusion of a body bound by a spell.

"Come on, Noel."

Like when I was a kid, Henyl strokes Shiro's head. That was the signal, and I found that the magic that dominated me was partly released. And I try to speak out, but it's just the sound of the air. Thirsty, dry lips tremble. Fears wrapped around the snake from his feet slowly dominated him. But still, he couldn't help it.

"Hey, what...?

You've been so nice to me.

You needed me so much.

Was everything false?

I came out with a rubbed voice, that's all the words represented his heart.

"Why? It's for the world.

That's how Henil makes the usual smile and talks like a parent who teaches his children.

"Now this world is mourning and grieving. The united world that St. Ferris was supposed to create is now divided and contested, and much blood continues to flow. And there are many people who gasp for poverty.

The continent is filled with empires to the west, armies to the east, confederations to the south and a number of other small nations, including the great kingdom of Gracis. Beyond the sea there is also a nation of small islands on another continent. Yet another continent also has a country ruled by demons. Once St. Ferris was supposed to unite, the world is now without its shadow.

A world where everyone can live in peace that St. Ferris wished for. It no longer exists in this world. The mighty nations control the small nations, the powerful control the people, the strong control the weak.

"We have to get it right in a world that has gone the wrong way... and His Highness Hershelik would agree, wouldn't he?

Hahnil spins his words back with a tranced look. When Shiro was also put on and moved his gaze, he had a prince who called himself Shiro, shaking his pale blonde hair, throwing away his usual serene expression and shooting through his henyl with a sharp eye.

"Where is Gene?

Stop being respectful, Hershelik asks questions. Hershelik has always weighed his manners. Even Barbasse, in his mind, treats him politely on the surface, even if he tries to curse him. The bellies say it is easier for Hershelik to wear the skin of the cat in triplicate. But not now. Ignore any of the words of the henil in front of you, and poke at your own words.

"Your Highness Hershelik, you don't have to rush..."

"Are your ears decorative? I asked Jean where she was.

To Hershelik, who has no island to attach, Henil instructs the cleric, who was holding back with his gaze when he clasped his shoulders. Once the cleric disappeared into the small door beside her, the next time she appeared, a leaning woman with red copper hair... showed up with Gene.

"Gene!"

Gene looks up at Hershelik's voice all the time. He just hasn't had a few days, but he seemed tired and tired. The luxurious arms are tied to the back hand and the clothes are everywhere dirty poking Hershelik at the reality that she was in captivity.

"Master Hershelik!

Gene's voice was slightly mixed with joy. But soon he clouds his expression and shouts at Hershelik with a stuffed look.

"Please run away, Master Hershelik! These people are after you!

"Shut up!"

Gene's words are blocked by the sound of slapping his cheeks. Gene's thin body rolled to the ground.

"Don't be abusive to her."

Reflectively Hershelik screams. And I did feel the flame of anger burning up in me.

He grips his palms hard and bites his back teeth, suppressing their flame-like passion.

(Be cool, losing yourself here is what they think it is.

That's what I tell myself.

(Both Gene and Shiro are still alive. Not like before.

They didn't die like Klaus. I'm not being pushed like Baron Almin. I can still make it. Tell myself I can help.

And Hershelik takes a deep breath and exhales.

(You can't let them ride you.

If you lose your cool at the opponent's pace, you can't win a battle either.

(I could also confirm the safety of Mr. Shiro and Gene. Then all you have to do is buy time.

If only I had time, Crowe and Oran would rush me.

Plus my brothers bring me a Kingsguard knight.

Besides, they shouldn't kill themselves easily.

Hahnil opened his mouth to him, observing Hershelik, who desperately suppresses his passion.

"Your Highness, let's make a deal. If His Royal Highness can get you a drink of the deal, I'll return his warrant.

To the words Hershelik took his gaze off Gene and looked straight at the henil.

"That deal means being the flag of the revolution?

"…… This surprised me. I didn't know you knew that much.

Henil groans as impressed by Hershelik's answer and narrows his eyes so that he deserves Hershelik.

"Until I heard the conversation between you and Shilo, I didn't give you the range of expectations.

But I was convinced by what I said earlier.

"Are you the centre of the extremists who worship St. Ferris, which exists inside the Church?

The Church is home to a large number of factions. Some of the followers of St. Ferris, the most radical of them all.

"Extremists are out-of-heart. We are faithful and loving followers of St. Phyllis. Unlike opportunistic people who just preach their theories like other church people. We were waiting for a moment for the whole world. And the time is full.

Hahnil's words intoxicated me. Words you don't suspect are just.

(This is troublesome.

The inner hershelik pounds his tongue. No one is more terrible than a human being who assumes he is not wrong. This man, Henyl, is a fanatic and a convicted criminal.

The more dangerous the person who thinks he's right. I have no hesitation in doing it.

To the vigilant Hershelik. Henil quietly kneels and offers his hand as he walks over.

"Your Highness Hershelik, we were waiting for someone like you.

Staring straight at Hershelik, Henil continues his words.

"The good you've done everywhere, it's all wonderful. There is no other prince as young as you, yet wise, and with a gentle heart that thinks of the people. It is a masterpiece that deserves to stand upright. Would you please stand above us and lead the world?

Furthermore, Henil solicits words. I send Hershelik a gaze with hot emotions, apart from the look I saw the first time I met him.

"His Highness rises and rebuilds and reigns over a corrupt country, and also governs the world. That's what this world and St. Ferris want, and that's the least sacrifice we have to make.

"…… sacrifice, right.

I got some amazingly cold words myself, and Hershelik raised his mouth.

That way of laughing, unworthy of the child, made Shilo and Gene gaze no less than Henil, intoxicated by madness and laughing wickedly. But Henil accepts the word as consent.

"Your Highness, saving a large number of people requires sacrifice.

With those eyes that dwelled in madness, Henil continues his words.

"How much sacrifice do you suppress to save a lot of people? If you're a person standing up there, you know what I mean.

Sometimes those who stand on top have to choose what to gain and what to throw away. Hershelik knows that too. I painfully understand how difficult it is to get everything.

"Save many in the world with minimal sacrifice. The chosen person has a mission.

"You think that chosen person is me?

Henyl nods forcefully at Hershelik's words.

"Who exists but Your Highness...... my lord.

Hahnil whispered sweetly and gently as if to her honeymoon lover.