Chapter 24

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I guess I know the reason why Bastian dislikes me seeing Elyon that much.

Looking at him right now, this man is shamelessly mischievous.

I can’t believe that the novel’s writer wrapped this person with a strong personality.

The writer is really either suspicious and believable.

The emperor asked afterwards after he raised his hand and touched his chin.

“If I can remember perfectly, Amelia, it’s been 8 years since then right?”

“I guess it’s our first time since the coronation ceremony.”

“Well that’s true, in what I remember, she was at the level of my waist at that time.”

Elyon raised his hand in the air and muttered dignifiedly.

If it is 8 years ago, then Amelia is 13 years old at that time.

“But that little crumb has become a young lady now.”

“Yes, thank y-”

“Now she can participate in the Empress coronation competition.”

Um, excuse me?

The emperor laughed mischievously.

With that remark, Bastian gritted his teeth.

“Your Majesty.”

“Just kidding, calm your expression.”

At this rate, he just enjoys teasing Bastian.

At this point, I think he just enjoys teasing Bastian.

As evidence, Elyon was noticeably delighted whenever Bastian’s expression turned sour.

Elyon said while he tilted his head obliquely and looked at his chin, as it is twisted a bit.

Of course, it would be reassuring to have the Cedric family as the vanguard for me, but I fear that my life will end at the hands of my friend before even the national wedding.”

“It’s a relief that you know.”

Is it okay for him to say that he is grabbing the emperor’s neck without hesitation?

In that time, the servants brought tea and refreshments.

When the setting was finished, Elion shooed all the others except for his butler Fello.

After confirming that the surroundings had become quiet, he fixed his posture.

The once playful deceitful face of his was stained with seriousness.

“Actually, I wanted to talk about something else today.”

“I want to contact the western sorcerer.”

It was at this moment had I noticed the purpose of this meeting.

“Your Majesty, if you had said that, I would have come sooner.”

Bastian returned the emperor in a friendly way.

“What are you talking about? Then, you’ll come alone. You are so dull.”

“The candidates for the Empress’s competition are severe.”

“That’s true, but I can’t help but miss the golden opportunity to see our baby’s face for the first time in eight years.”

One of Bastian’s eyebrows moved up and down.

“Your Majesty, as I always say, it’s my baby.”

“Your Majesty’s baby is over there.”

As I followed Bastian’s fingertips, I could see Fello glued to the wall and staring this way.

Aren’t he too old to be a baby? His hair is already half white.

Fello smiled shyly when the three of us caught his eyes.

What’s wrong with him? Why is he blushing?

I really want to go home.

“I heard roughly from the doctor. It’s hard to recover with existing magic?”

“Yes, our second brother, the head of magic tower, checked it out, but he said it was difficult to touch him with mana because of its twisted mana.”

“Wait, you said your second brother is back?”

“A few days ago.”

Bastian replied graciously.

“I see. It must have been a mess.”

Elyon smiled as if he knew it. He then touched his chin.

“It’s hard with just magic power…So we definitely need a sorcerer. The western sorcerer uses mysterious power.”

“Yes. So I want you to give me permission about this.”

“The western continent huh.”

The western continent has never belonged to any country in recent thousands of years.

On the surface, it is a neutral zone, but in fact, there is no one who owns it.

This is because every single person who hastily stepped in there dies instantly.

Until hundreds of years ago, there were small kingdoms trying to subdue it, but no one has ever sought it since they were annihilated.

“It’s not hard to grant permission…Will it be okay? It would be dangerous to go there in person.”

“Unfortunately, it is difficult to go directly because I have a lot of work to do in the capital. So I’m going to send a magic messenger.”

“Whoa, the second son of your family will leave the house, then?”

The emperor’s glowed due to the phrase “magic messenger.”

The magic messenger is a pretty tricky technique. This is because carrier pigeon, embodied in mana, deliver letters or telegrams directly.

It consumed so much mana that only skilled wizards could implement it steadily. Even in the imperial family, it was used only to deal with very urgent cases.

But our second child does that difficult thing.

“Every time you do this, I feel that Duchy Cedric is a great family.”

“I’m flattered.”

“Haha, what do you mean you are flattered.”

The emperor laughed pleasantly.

“It would be great if the carrier pigeon could fly all over the West. Though we have to wait and see if there’ll be a response.”

“It’s part of my plan to send it anyway.”

Though I don’t think they’ll get a reply. Since Carlys is sleeping without what’s happening in the world.

Even if they could get a reply, it would have been a relief if they didn’t burn all the letters after at least a year because it can be pretty annoying.

The second brother, who would be quick to provide mana over hopeless things, will probably become a little pitiful.

“Haha, you love your youngest brother.”

“Then will you give me permission?””

“There’s no reason not to do it. I also hope Amelia recovers her memory as soon as possible.”

“Thank you.”

“Oh, of course, I’m not just giving you permission just like that.”

Elyon’s voice resounded before Bastian could bow.

Bastian looked at the emperor with a look of ‘What else do you want?.’

I also looked at him curiously. With that, unbeknown disquietude laid forth.

“There are conditions.”

There was a mischievous smile on Elyon’s lips once again, while he looked at the two of alternately.

“Why don’t you put Amelia as a candidate for the empress?”

Bastian pulled out the knife without hesitation. This is rebellion! You crazy b@st@rd this is rebellion!

“B-brother…gasp!”

I couldn’t finish my words and swallowed my breath in contemplation.

This is because as soon as Bastian pulled out the knife, a group of black people popped out from all sides.

They put sharp things in the vital points, including the back of Bastian’s neck.

“Gasp.”

They were really exuding their lives with a force of strangling Bastian’s neck.

“Get out of my way.”

There was tension in the air. It was because there was no knight guarding the surroundings.

But I am the only one who is about to faint in the gap.

Bastian was looking at the emperor with an indifferent look, and Elyon was always smiling.

“You look like a madman when a knife comes through your neck,” said the emperor, shrugging his shoulders skillfully.

“Haha, you know. Our children are a little nimble.”

“…Whoo.”

Bastian also calmly inserted his knife there, perhaps not attempting to attack him from the very beginning. Only then did the guards acquire the brutal weapons they had drown.

From knives to dagger, crossbow, and venomous needle, creepy objects disappeared in front of my eyes.

Among them, the nearest bobbed hair assassin bowed silently toward Bastian.

“Greetings, Duke Cedric.”

“You’re speeding up each time huh.”

“It’s an honor.”

Do they know each other? Sitting against the sofa again, Bastian looked at the emperor and spoke calmly.

“The shadows’ skills improve day by day.”

“That must be the case if you admit it.”

“They are much faster than last time.”

Looking at the context of the conversation, it seems that this kind of incident happened more than once or twice.

Are you all crazy? At this rate, I will die of heart attack first before the continent blew away by Carlys and Naval.

Bastian raised his eyebrows as he looked at the assassin next to me.

“That’s great.”

The assassins’ eyes only bent as they received a pure compliment.

“I don’t know how to take care bodies.”

“…Can anyone explain why you look proud with your smile?”

“You can now retreat.”

“Yes.”

At the emperor’s order, they disappeared without a trace.

I still blinked in a dumbfounded state. How many eyes do you see here? Don’t tell me they heard Bastian say something about the vital point in front of the Imperial Palace.

I got goosebumps and rubbed both arms reflexively.

Bastian’s peaceful voice was heard from the side.

“I told you that I don’t want her to participate in the Empress’s selection.”

“I see. It’s a joke. I’ll stop now.”

“That’s too much”.

“Your annoyed face is so funny.”

Elyon added without hiding his smirk.

“Even when you’re insulted by an old aristocrat, you still keep your smile, but when it comes to Amelia. your face turns red out of rage. I can’t believe that my joke would be taken into this account.”

He carefully scanned the Bastian with those silver eyes.

“However, it’s true that there’s a condition.”

“…What is it?”

Bastian stared indifferently at the emperor.

I am so nervous about what would come out of his lip at this moment. Elyon’s stare became sleezy.

He smiled when he looked at him.

“I hope Amelia will be the ‘Domina’ for the upcoming Spring Foundation Festival.”

TL/N: Domina is the head of a nunnery. It is also known as Dominatrix.

Bastian paused.

“What?”

Elion held his chin as if he knew it would.

“This is my real condition. What do you think?”

A sly smile were apparent on his lips.

Bastian wasn’t the only one who was surprised. I also looked at the emperor astonished.

“What?”

“Domina?”

Me? Here?