Chapter 159: Freedom in Prison (6)

Chapter 159: Freedom in Prison (6)

Freedom in Prison (6)

The Crown Princes behavior was so eccentric that it even left an elder who had lived for over a century at a loss for words. And that sight somehow comforted me. I had been seriously wondering if people like the Crown Prince were the norm in the empire.

If that were the case, I would become a deranged civil servant who couldnt accept his punishment and shook with rage. I wouldnt be a subject of pity, but of contempt.Follow the latest novels at novelhall.com

Its not that bad, after all.

While the empire might be a tough place, it luckily wasnt the worst of the worst. The Crown Prince was just an outlier with a volatile temperament far below the average, and I was merely his unfortunate victim. Since this was confirmed by the Mage Duchess herself, this fact was undeniable. The only person allowed to refute it should be someone who has lived for at least 200 years.

What a unique approach.

A calm voice emerged, breaking the silence. Perhaps it was due to her extensive experience that the Mage Duchess quickly composed herself

Or maybe not. Her trembling ears suggested that she still felt quite disturbed.

This wont happen again.

I hastily added to the disconcerted Mage Duchess.

It was crucial not to instill faulty beliefs in a long-lived civil servant. Just like the mishandled deployment during the Twilight Cult incident, presenting a one-time anomaly as a current trend could burden future generations.

The reassignment to a duty post wasnt a trend; it was just the product of the Crown Princes madness. The evil deeds of a monster who became as abyssal as the second prince he fought shouldnt be allowed to continue.

Considering the tasks Ive been given, it seems His Highness had no choice but to make this decision.

Thinking positively, it was an unavoidable decision. With a case such as a royalty assault incident, showing some form of discipline was necessary. And yet, enacting it could mean losing someone to monitor and control the royals.

Of course, that was just nonsense. If it werent for the royals, the Crown Prince would have turned the Prosecutors Office into my probation site while saying, This is your house now.

However, I couldnt just cry out in front of the Mage Duchess, That bastard is a real piece of work! No matter how motherly the Mage Duchess treated me, she might look upon me coldly.

If thats the case, then it would indeed be fortunate

The Mage Duchess glanced down hesitantly, which was unusual. She did it as if to say, If you think so, then thats enough for me.

No, its not.

I really dont think so. Mother, I really hate that guy.

I felt a strong desire to curse the Crown Prince out, but I managed to restrain it with my logic.

When I hinted about leaving, the Mage Duchess handed me a box of potions.

Both of us knew that I still had a lot of potions left, but the official reason for my visit was to collect them.

I should come visit next time.

Dawdling just caused my baggage to pile up.

Baby, wait a moment.

Ah, yes.

I was about to leave with the box in my arms, but I got stopped. What was it now? Was she going to give me something more? Or was it finally time for a bloodletting after so long?

As I contemplated rolling up my sleeves, the Mage Duchess donned a black cape.

Ah. So she was going out.

Its been a while since Ive gone to the academy.

Sorry?

I doubted my ears for a moment. Why would the Mage Duchess go to the academy? Had the stress affected my hearing, too?

There are no available mages at the moment. You cant exactly ride back in a carriage, can you?

So she intended to teleport me to the academy herself.

The mage tower was unusually quiet today. It was typically bustling with mages, but even those I did see were hurriedly moving about.

Come to think of it, even the magicians who were sent to the Academy were summoned. Of course, the same went without saying for the mages of the Mage Tower.

This damned situation.

It all circled back to the issue with the North.

I hope Im not bothering Your Grace

Dont worry about it. It wont take long.

Im such a crazy bastard. Why did I bring up the 100-year talk at that timing? I couldve just said, Your long life has certainly refined your taste, Your Grace!

At least Im back now.

It had been a long and tense time since I confirmed that Rutis had red blood and not blue.

I spent a day anxiously waiting for a call. The Crown Prince made a crazy decision to confine me to my duty post. The 1st Manager served half-and-half wine, and I even dropped an age joke in front of the Mage Duchess

Did all this really happen in just two days? It felt more like two weeks had passed.

Damn it.

Ive been trying my best not to complain, but I couldnt help it. If someone could be positive in this situation, then they were probably a Buddha.

I sighed and pulled out my communication crystal. After all, there were plenty of people to tell about how things ended.

The Principal, Sir Villar, and Marghetta.

Haaah.

Carl? Are you back?

Yes, I just got back.

I chose to contact Marghetta first. It seemed too cruel to make her worry by contacting someone else before her.

Thank goodness. I was worried you wouldnt make it back.

I found myself smiling as she spoke with a sigh of relief. I definitely made the right choice in contacting her first.

His Highness the Crown Prince must have known that Carl couldnt help it. If you didnt get probation, then its probably just a show of discipline.

Ah.

Five seconds later, Marghetta was also rendered speechless.

The Crown Princes streak continued on. That bastard.

***

My academy probation turned out to be a more heart-wrenching event in my life than I had anticipated.

Was it the frustration of being stuck in my quarters? Being confined was nothing new to me, thanks to my experiences at the Prosecutors Office. Was it the anxiety that something might happen while I was on probation? That was always a risk I carried with me.

I heard you have to stay in your room. I brought as much variety as I can, so just choose whatever youd like to eat.

Ah, yes. Thank you.

Seeing Marghetta smile despite tearing up made my heart ache.

She had been visiting my room since the first morning of my probation to bring me all sorts of food. It was a truly diverse assortment.

Ill come again tomorrow. Do you need anything?

No, Im fine.

Really? If you need anything, just let me know.

I could only nod blankly at her words.

These are like prison rations.

All these were food given to someone who was locked up No matter how you looked at it, these were definitely prison rations.

I was just under probation and not imprisonment.

But in Marghettas heart, it seemed as if I was already in a cold, dark cell.

What should I do?

Just one more report would land me in prison.

Im worried that Marghetta might really faint if that happens.

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