Herscherik (Reincarnated Prince Series)

Even though it was after noon, the castle town of Wangdu was not as vibrant as usual. There is no hegemony in the voice of the shopkeeper to attract guests, and when everyone looks at each other anxiously sometimes, they look up at the royal castle.

The other day, good news broke out that Hershelik, the seventh prince of this country, defeated 100,000 troops of the Empire with less than 20,000 soldiers. Once rumors broke out that the prince had died in an ambush, the town gushed with joy, and the cup was exchanged in the liquor store like it was about me.

But as if the return of the prince were a mockery of the people who are waiting now or now, then comes the fiendish news.

In the twenty-third generation, King Soldier Gracis fell ill.

It was more than twenty years ago that the people thought of the tragedy that struck the royal family. When he was also said to be king of the wise eye, the king and two princes died ill and intact.

Then for more than a decade, the lives of the people were harsh. The foolish royal family, the nobles and high-ranking officials who feed the country with our faces, and the officials who gloat over it. Days when everyone couldn't hope for the future.

Everyone feared that those days would come again.

"……… What is that?

The pavilion owner at the store finds cigarettes at the end of the boulevard. If you gaze, you run at the head of it, with a young man running with a horse over his dusk hair wrapped in crimson armor. This was followed by knights who crossed the horse in the same way and became as lightweight as possible. They rush down the street without slowing down their rush, instructing them to pave the way mouth to mouth. And one carriage sickened to follow them.

The carriage had a doorway that was only allowed by the royal family.

"No way the prince is back!?

The return of Prince Hershelik, the report spread instantly to the King's capital.

I don't know about such a castle town, and Hershelik's carriage takes me from the main gate to the royal castle. A week and three days out of the border fort. Hershelik returned with a forcible army incomparable to the way he went. Without waiting for Crowe, who was your man at the same time as the carriage stops, Hershelik runs out as he opens the door himself and pops out. Usually, Hershelik, who never runs down the hallway, jumps out with us, so the high-ranking officials and officials who were trying to greet him rush to give way.

Running through the stone aisle in the courtyard through the gate leading to the rear palace, he heard footprints behind him and found his bellies following him, but Hershelik rushed straight to the rear palace where his father's private room was without stopping his legs.

Running down the hallway to my father's room in a straight line. But there were those who prevented him from going.

"Please wait, Your Highness Hershelik.

"Let me go, Doctor!

It was the royal attending who stood up. Hershelik, who falls from a high fever many times a year, also takes care of him. Always an elderly doctor with a gentle smile, but now he tries to hold Hershelik down with a harsh look.

"Your Highness, I won't be.

"Why is that!?

Hershelik abhors his voice to the doctor's words. The doctor opened his mouth to a rough voice that could not be considered from the usual Hershelik, almost paving the way for him to be drunk, but when he stood still.

"It is an unexplained disease. If anything happens to His Highness………………."

"I don't care about me!

But the doctor's words. Hershelik doesn't work until the end, sliding through the side of the doctor and opening the door to my father's room.

It was a room filled with the smell of documents. On the desk, the paperwork was piled up even though it was the rear palace, and I heard that I was working at night. If you look around, you can see the couch in front of the fireplace. At the age of three, when I begged him to help the Count, my father somehow remembered sitting on this couch. Think of the face then, it stirs up anxiety.

Hershelik shook his head sideways as if to get rid of that anxiety, and headed to his bedroom.

"Father."

When momentum opens the door, the indoor air shakes, and the smell of the drug smears through the nostrils. The room was dim and I felt like the air was heavy.

"Dear Hershelik..."

Luke with a metal bucket and towel was standing when he called his name and turned his gaze to you. The eyes open and lie down for a moment. The trick also fueled Hershelik's anxiety.

"Mr. Luke, is your father..."

Not answering Hershelik's question, Luke turns his gaze. Beyond that was a luxurious sleeping area, and an exuberant futon. Hershelik makes up his mind and walks toward the bedroom.

He stepped on a carpet with a soft feel at his feet, and as he approached the bedroom, he heard a weak but breathless breath. Standing on that pillow, Hershelik takes a breath as he peeks into the bed.

(No, I'm so skinny...)

Originally my father was in a loose shape but not too thin, Hershelik recalls. My father, whose lines seemed thin and made him wear them, was physically fit enough to lift himself up lightly. Plus, I guess Luke is careful, he was pretty careful with his health. But he lay on the bunk, his eyes closed, and his cheeks were lean.

"Father..."

Hershelik ties his mouth just by calling him in a small voice.

The last time I saw him was on the day of the outing ceremony. It was when I received the scepter on behalf of the king. Then it was only a month or so ago, and my father had grown old as time stood for years.

Feeling the signs of Hershelik who had hardened, Solje's closed eyes opened, and the same emerald-like blue eyes as Hershelik reflected his own son.

"……… Hershey?

Calling his name like a dream, he reaches out. When Hershelik held the hand offered reflexively with both hands, Soldier blinked several times, then blinked and smiled, understanding that this was not a dream.

"Welcome home, I'm glad you're safe………"

A gentle voice that is weak but not the same as usual. To the voice of his father, who would be sick and hard, but still crushes his heart to himself, Hershelik tightens his chest and remembers his breathlessness. Solje went on to say to Hershelik, who distorts his face.

"…… No, when you enter the room.

The doctor would've stopped you, too, wouldn't he? And Soluyeh said as he told him, but Hershelik shook his head beside him with his father's hand in his hand.

"…… I don't like it.

"Hershey......"

Soluyeh leaked a bitter laugh at the words of rejection that usually came out of the somewhat discerning, childless Hershelik.

Soldier wakes up his body slowly. When Luke approaches and lends his hand, he puts a cushion on his back to make the system easier, putting his jacket on his shoulder to keep it cool. Soldier thanked him only with his gaze, a deacon and childhood tamer, stroking the head of his last son with the opposite hand that Hershelik would not let go of while holding.

"I'm so glad you're safe.

Even though he said he was being invaded by the disease, his feelings were the difference between cloud mud and when Hershelik heard he was missing. So Soldier speaks of what he had decided to say the next time he could see him.

"…… Listen Hershey, you are leaving the castle immediately.

"Eh?"

Hershelik was surprised by the words, and looked up at Soluyeh, who tended to nag. The expression was like a mixture of surprise and confusion.

"You don't have to be a prince to live.

"Father, what……………"

Hershelik shakes his head to the side like he doesn't want to hear it. But he ignored it and Soldier continued to speak.

"I'm talking about a time when her, your mother's parents had a problem. I am hated by your parents, but you, her son, will accept it.

Soldier took only one beloved daughter from her parents. In fact, she wanted from herself to be with Soluyeh, but for her parents, Soluyeh took it. It was the same. At this time, I have not replied to the letter from Hershelik asking him to come and see me several times since he was born, and this was the first time I received a reply.

"And I asked Lord Ordis to do the same, so it's okay.

Ordis Marquis owner Roland Ordis likes Hershelik. Besides, his son, Octavian, is Hershelik's lead knight. Even if he was no longer a prince, the Marquis of Ordis promised me that he would be on Hershelik's side.

(Plus Barbasse shouldn't want to be hostile to the Marquis Ordis family......)

The man, for his own benefit, fell into the trap of scorning the hostile nobles. But Roland Ordis, a former general who could make a brave name for himself to another country, was not easy to help. Only a few years after leaving active duty, his name still has tremendous influence at home and abroad. Soldier thinks that it is in Barbasse's belly today that there is no profit from harming him.

My father and brother only had it for about a month after I lay down sick. My little girl died in a few days. The next time you close your eyes, you may not wake up.

Move the hand on Hershelik's head to his cheek.

"Hershey, I love you. You don't have to sacrifice your country..."

Soldier knows how hard he has worked. On the other hand, the effort was accepted by people, who were not less distanced from their surroundings by the different abilities that did not suit their age. Still, I don't give up, and I know that I have given myself up to my family and my country even by cutting myself down.

Soldier, the father of him like that, could only look at him from afar.

"Father."

Hershelik raises a voice close to screaming. Lay your own hands on the hands that accompany your cheeks and shake your neck sideways as if to deny the words.

"Your Highness, no more..."

Luke tells Hershelik when he sees Soluyeh, who has turned paler than he did earlier. But Hershelik shook his head to the side with a crying face. Hate, his leaders can't even enter the king's private room right now, waiting outside the room. Luke himself could not let the prince go with strength.

But he felt the signs and turned his gaze, and looked at the person who appeared and stroked his chest down with relief. When the person stood behind Hershelik, he held him from behind, unaware.

When Hershelik, surprised, turned his gaze from his father to the person, he saw a face.

"Hershey, let's leave the room.

"Dear Brother Mark............ I understand.

Hershelik nodded as if he had given up.

Hershelik is unloaded when his brother leaves the bedroom and the door is closed. Hershelik just shook his head at the worried heads he was waiting for and never opened his mouth.

Marx urges them to return to the outer chamber for now. Along the way, Oran broke up with Shiro because of the ex-post processing of the returning troops, and when Clo entered the outer court and prepared tea, he disappeared to the cooking place. When he returned to Hershelik's room on the third floor, only the owner of the room and his two brothers were there.

He sinks himself into his living room favorite couch and Hershelik exhales heavily. Marx opened his mouth, keeping his back on the side wall right after entering through the door like that.

"Hershey, I'm back safe and well. If this is not the time, there will be a celebration of the war.

Hershelik feels suspicious about his brother, who dares say so in a bright tone. I've known my oldest brother, Marx, the longest of my brothers. When he hides something like that, he looks so smiling but wrinkled between his eyebrows.

"…… Brother Mark, what are you hiding? Will, where are the brothers?

Speaking of which, I recall that none of my brothers other than Marx have one. William should be in the castle, and neither the triplets nor Utel could have thought that his father was going to college in such a state.

Marx let Hershelik's words wander his gaze, but leaked a small sigh as he gave up.

"Will, Arya, Lenette, Cecily, and Utel fell. Especially Utel, whose body wasn't originally sturdy. It was a slow but rather dangerous condition. Besides, there are differences in the medical condition of the Lady, but the situation is the same.

"Oh no..."

Hershelik complains about the exact situation. Marx goes on to say more.

"I have not informed Menow, who is in therapy in the suburbs, and Tesseri, who is studying abroad. In case you have to leave the royal bloodstream behind. Hershey had planned to do the same, but she was informed before that. At the Minister's behest.

Hershelik shuts up to his brother, who thickens the wrinkles between his eyebrows. I mean, I was lured out. The unsuccessful assassination minister has struck his next hand. It recreated the tragedy of the royal family.

"Hershey, leave the castle as soon as your father says. before being invaded by the disease. No, before he moves......"

Marx's body swayed. And as I left my back on the wall, I sloppily sat down on the spot.

"Brother Mark!?

Hershelik jumps off the couch and rushes to his brother, but Marx controls it with one hand up.

"……… Stay away."

But ignoring his brother's words, Hershelik shakes one of his hands when he approaches his brother. The hand was amazingly cold and quite hot the opposite of the hand when I put my hand on my brother's forehead with my immediately empty hand.

(Awesome fever.)

Hershelik opens the door immediately. Then there was Oran up the stairs at the end of the hallway.

"Oran, come right away!

Oran, who sensed Hershelik's anomaly, ran out and Crowe, who would have heard Hershelik's voice, glanced at him from the corner of the hallway.

"Clo, get me a teacher!

Crowe nodded at the short instructions and ran down the stairs opposite Oran. Hershelik immediately returns to the room and holds one hand of his brother, who sat down with his back deposited on the wall, as he did earlier.

"…… Hershey.

Marx, who held his hand and reacted, called his youngest brother.

"Just you..."

Hershelik does not reply to that word. But he held his cold brother's hand.

After rushing Oran to carry Marx to his brother's room, he leaves the servants with his brother's room to take care of him and Hershelik returns to his room. Honestly, I wanted to be on my brother's side, but since Hershelik, a child who couldn't do anything, was only in the way, I went back to my room.

In less than an hour, Crowe, who went to get a doctor, returns to his room and tells him what Marx is capable of.

"Mark, what's your brother's condition?

"After the examination, I am now taking medication and sleeping………"

Chro's expression represented Marx's condition more than words. Oran holds the pattern of the sword and his expression is strong.

"Yes."

Sitting on the couch, a fixed position when he was in his chamber, Hershelik closed his eyes just saying that to Kro's words.

It is the words of my father and brother that I remember.

"…… there is no way I can escape.

Yes, Hershelik muttered as he said to himself.