Chapter 509

Extra Chapter: The Seed That Did Not Sprout

Sion Sol Sunkland ascended to the throne shortly after graduating from Saint-Noel Academy. Interestingly, his coronation coincided almost perfectly with Mia Luna Tearmoon assuming the role of empress. The dual successions, coupled with the expansion of the transnational organization Mianet and the dissemination of a new strain of wheat, appeared to signify the dawn of a new era to the public.

Amidst a mix of emotions—excitement, apprehension, ambition, and hope—a significant piece of news shook the Kingdom of Sunkland. The young king, Sion Sol Sunkland, revealed his engagement.

On the day of the announcement, discussions flooded the taverns in the royal capital. Unsurprisingly, the sole topic of conversation was the upcoming marriage.

“But, uh, what about the bride’s family? I’ve never heard of a Marcount Rudolvon before. I mean, a marcount? Who would have expected to hear that term again? Is he from some traditional country?” inquired a patron.

“No, I’m pretty sure the girl is a Tearmoon noble,” responded another man, lowering his voice. “Keep this between us, but I heard he’s a marcount in name only, and it’s essentially an empty title.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, it has to be, right? After all, marcounts don’t exist in Tearmoon. They only have outcounts, and supposedly, that’s a term they use to mock nobles in the countryside.”Nêww chapters will be fully updated at (n)ov(e)l/bin(.)com

As the men exchanged thoughts, they felt increasingly offended, viewing the arrangement as a slight to their king. However, just as their collective anger reached its peak, a new voice entered the conversation.

“Gotta say, though, I don’t know about marcounts, but the name Rudolvon sounds familiar...”

A contemplative remark from one of the gossipers brought the discussion to a halt.

“You know, now that you mention it...”

At that moment, a newcomer, a traveling merchant, joined the group.

“Oh, come on. You’ve got to be kidding me,” scoffed the merchant, rolling his eyes at the others. “Have you folks been living under a rock? Does Cyril Rudolvon ring a bell? You know, the one who discovered the new strain of wheat?”

“Ah—”

Immediate realization struck. The mass production of cold-resistant wheat was a pivotal event in the continent’s history. Nowadays, even the most ordinary individuals recognized the names Cyril Rudolvon and Arshia Tafrif Perujin as heroes.

“I see. So, thanks to Cyril’s groundbreaking achievement with wheat, his father got a complimentary promotion to marcount,” deduced one of the men.

The merchant, however, shook his head. “No, not necessarily. According to what I’ve heard, Marcount Rudolvon is one of the earliest members of the empress faction, and he worked diligently to establish and unite people around the faction.”

The empress faction, initially formed by Empress Mia to counterbalance the factions of the Four Dukes, started as a coalition of political newcomers rallying under Mia’s banner when she was still a princess. Over time, it grew in strength, now rivaling the established factions and introducing a fifth player to Tearmoon’s traditionally Four-Dukes-dominated political scene.

While merchants, dependent on information, were well aware of these developments in Tearmoon, the ordinary Sunkland populace remained uninformed. Consequently, the merchant’s revelations were met with awe and approval, encouraging him to share more.

“I’m— Wait... Huh?” Esmeralda stared in disbelief, trying to process the unexpected revelation.

Her father grimaced. “I don’t blame them, considering the recent developments. But I can’t exactly tell them the truth about Prince Echard’s situation...” Regretfully, he realized he should have sent Echard back to Sunkland earlier. Esmeralda, however, did not share his remorse. Puzzled, she slowly processed the words.

“Finalize... my marriage... to Prince Echard?”

Thus, the pair’s wedding proceeded at breakneck speed, and before long, Esmeralda, at the age of twenty-three, and Echard, at fifteen, were married.

More time elapsed—two decades, to be exact. Then came the day when Sunkland joyously welcomed the return of Echard and his family. After a flurry of greetings and official functions, he retired to a room in the royal castle with Sion. It had been a considerable time since the brothers had met in person. They clinked their wine glasses together, celebrating their reunion.

“When was the last time we shared a drink like this? About a year ago?” “Yes, during Mother’s birthday last year. It’s great to see you again, Sion.” Echard’s smile was genuine, lacking the stiffness and reservation that had characterized his demeanor around Sion until just a few years ago. Finally, they could converse in a state of mutual comfort.

“I have to say, the Mianet really is something,” Sion remarked after a sip of wine. “I heard it’s expanding beyond the continent and collaborating with kingdoms overseas now?”

The topic was familiar, given Echard’s involvement in the Mianet’s operations. “Yes. Greenmoon’s connections paved the way for us. The more kingdoms we can persuade to join the network, the more people we can help. By sharing food and fostering communication between nations, it also enhances diplomatic relations. The work this organization does is immensely valuable.” Despite his modesty, Sion detected the pride in Echard’s voice—a good, mature pride emanating from someone who found profound meaning in their work. There was a radiant maturity to his younger brother’s expression that Sion found heartening and even a bit dazzling. He nodded.

“That’s very reassuring. Especially coming from you...” said Sion. “I’m pleased to know that you’re fulfilling your duties as a member of Sunkland’s royal family and doing it exceptionally well.”

In his role as the Mianet’s negotiation officer, Echard managed contractual obligations with numerous kingdoms, showcasing diplomatic prowess second to none. Sion had long heard unanimous agreement from experienced merchants who worked with the Mianet, praising Echard’s superiority in closing deals.

Sion’s praise brought a calm smile to Echard’s face. “Thank you for your kind words, Sion. Knowing that you recognize the value of my work... It means a lot. More than anything else.”

“On a different note, Echard, sorry to shift the topic, but I recently heard an intriguing rumor...” “A rumor? What kind?” Echard raised an eyebrow. “I heard from Miss Chloe that she discussed stepping down and having you succeed her as the Mianet’s president, but you firmly refused,” Sion revealed.

Seeing Echard in good spirits was reassuring, but there was one thing that still troubled Sion. For some reason, Echard consistently declined every job offer that came his way, often for high-ranking or executive positions, showing no interest in them.

Echard’s time at Saint Mia Academy had proven highly successful. Even by Sion’s standards, the talent and competence displayed by his younger brother were impressive. Most jobs should be manageable, if not trivial, for someone of Echard’s ability. However, he adamantly declined prestigious or significant positions, making Sion suspect that lingering guilt from a past incident still haunted him.

“I think it’s a great job for a Sunkland royal, and Miss Chloe clearly offered you the position with confidence in your abilities. So why? Why did you say no?” “Uh... Well, that’s...” Echard shifted uncomfortably in his seat, mumbled something under his breath, scratched his cheek, and offered a hushed confession. “It’s because... If I’m too busy, Esmeralda gets lonely...” What a revelation! For a brief moment, Sion stared in silence at his brother’s reddening face, then burst into laughter. “Bah hah hah hah! Does she, now? Well, that’s certainly a very valid reason to turn down a job. I’m not sure I can even think of a more valid one. Ha ha ha.”

At that moment, Sion finally dispelled his worry. He could now confidently say that the seed Echard had sown so long ago had withered for good, never to sprout again.

There was something else he could assert with absolute certainty—as a married couple, Echard and Esmeralda were doing well.

Thus, the subtle rift between Sunkland’s royal brothers was finally repaired, concluding a potentially tragic chapter with laughter. And it was all thanks to...

Mmm hm hm. Outcount and marcount... All I changed were the first three letters, and on the surface, they both mean the same thing. I bet those silly nobles won’t realize what I actually did. Serves them right for pestering me when I was trying to enjoy my cake!

The initial sentiment behind the long chain of cause and effect leading to this conclusion would forever be lost to history...