Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

40 – Episode 40

If you ask what a weekend is.

The weekend is the end of the week.

Saturday or Sunday. Or you could say it’s both.

At this time, people relax comfortably, play fun games, and meet their lovers to share love.

If I were the same as usual, I would have added tobacco to several cups of moderate coffee.

I was heading to the imperial palace with Belita in a carriage sent by the prince.

In a large capital city, there is a huge castle in the middle of it that makes you wonder how many gold and silver treasures must be applied to build such a large castle.

And Belita and I were looking at it with slightly confused eyes.

“Eric, do you really have to go in there?”

“I’ve been called, so I’ll go.”

“That’s right…”

As we approach the castle, the carriage stops and we get off and start walking.

I don’t see a single common beggar around.

If you see dirty bugs begging and settling down here, no high-ranking person would leave them alone.

After walking for a while, the castle walls, which don’t seem very practical, give you a sense of the past, and soldiers dressed in ridiculous clothes that seem to have been erected for decoration are blocking the way.

The tallest-looking figure among the soldiers stopped us and stretched out his hands to ask for something.

When Belita and I handed over the letter from the prince, he glanced over and let us in.

After passing through the castle wall and passing through the large entrance, you can see the marble floor and the winding stairs.

I follow the road stepping on a red carpet that seems to tell me to go this way.

Belita also seems to have entered the imperial palace for the first time. Her expression was expressionless, but her hands trembled slightly and she moved forward.

It should have been nice that the road to the emperor was simple without having to ask anyone, but it was a problem because it was so simple even though it was simple.

Because there were large buildings that intimidated people along the red carpet, and in the corridors I passed, there were portraits of past emperors with faces as if they were glaring at me.

The faces of the soldiers who looked at me with an ax holding a scary face were also burdensome.

In front of a large door, Belita was blocked, saying that she had not been allowed to enter this far.

And I started to head to the Emperor alone.

The dwarf old man sitting in the big chair in the distance must be the emperor.

Kneeling before the wrinkled old man, he lowers his head.

Since it was a cold and hard marble floor, I think I kept thinking about why I had to come all the way here.

I couldn’t even keep my mouth shut thanks to the scary-looking old man sitting in front of me.

Oldness is starting to show even on the face, around one person with one finger. An old man who doesn’t look like a human being who can be easily erased in this world is sitting on his throne, breathing in and out with difficulty.

Nevertheless, those eyes that seemed to be looking at me and evaluating me gave me goosebumps.

“Eric..Breslau, you said.”

When I was about to answer, the prince standing next to the emperor put his index finger to his lips and gave him a signal to shut up.

And he himself began to answer.

“Yes, as the son of the Duke of Breslau, I was originally born with a low status, but I did not spare my life to protect the bloodline of the imperial family, perhaps because of my father’s influence, but threw my body to save me.”

“…Is that so?”

“When the emperor came to this, he said that even though his son’s blood was muddy, only the root remained straight. No matter how wicked things were mixed, the root would remain the same. Ah!

As if to prove that statement, a man of low blood saved the future of the empire. How can this not be the glory of the imperial family!

Taejo also said, “Noble people do their work because they have what they want to do in their hearts rather than mere bloodlines…” .”

The old man raised his right hand to interrupt the prince.

“That’s it, it’s time for a lengthy persuasion. You don’t need it, so tell me, my son.

What do you want to give this child?

No, what do you want?”

To those words, the prince replied like this.

“Give me the Duchy of Breslau.”

“What about you?”

“If my best friend becomes the heir to the duchy, won’t the duke of Breslau and the imperial family soon become one?”

The old man groaned and groped for the decoration on the throne with his hand.

The prince is making an expressionless expression similar to that of Belita.

You look nervous when you see saliva going down the neck.

Since when did you become a close friend of the crown prince?

How nice it would have been if I hadn’t been able to open my mouth, no, in the first place.

“That’s interesting.”

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At those words, the prince slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

The old man kept his mouth shut and asked the prince a question.

“Wouldn’t the Duke hold his sword upside down?”

“I sent several people to find out that he has long been degraded to just a part to maintain the duchy.

A machine that has no intention of doing anything new and is stagnant, just maintaining its territory.

And changing his hair won’t change anything.”

He seemed to be talking about a duke, but the more I listened to it, the more I felt like he was talking to the emperor right in front of me.

The old man wriggles his eyebrows in a slightly uncomfortable expression, perhaps realizing that.

“In the first place, it’s almost impossible for dirty blood to sit in a noble position.

Son, I’ve been sitting here for a long time, but I’m so stupid that I don’t know what you really want.”

The old man took a deep breath after pausing his words to continue his long speech.

Then, after thinking for a while, he opened his eyes dimly and looked into the air as he spoke.

As if he was looking at something floating in the imperial palace, not the prince.

“Gong (公) refers to those who have the talent and popularity to become prime ministers, the former Jeongseung with public wealth and public net worth.

Gong is a title given to the sons of my brothers who did not become emperors.

In other words, a ball is a person who can become a monarch, even if it is small.”

The old man took a heavy breath in and exhaled again.

As if continuing the long line of words is too much for them.

But at least his eyes were still shining brightly, like those of a young man who had just entered society.

And the experience built up over the years goes well with him, and it starts to feel like a kind of intimidation.

“Son, look at that little boy kneeling before me.

Can the author really be a monarch?

Could you lead the people and command your subordinates to achieve what I want?”

“Of course it can be done, I will help him…”

“No, it can’t be.”

The emperor cut off his son.

Glancing at him as if it were some very ridiculous nonsense.

Then, the prince held back his anger for once, slightly clenched his teeth, and started to open his mouth again.

Don’t open it.

There is no need for a dukedom.

As long as you can live comfortably, that’s enough.

“If you say it’s because of that lineage, how can you forgive the example of the ancestor?”

At those words, the emperor thought a little, stroked his beard once, and began to answer.

A little bit, it felt like a father giving advice to his nerdy son.

If you look at his appearance, he might be a grandfather rather than a father.

“The reason why the lowly can’t handle the lowly is not because they are stupid and incompetent.

Because I see them as people like me.

So I wasn’t a good monarch.”

“Your Majesty bestowed red sand on the young people, and the white walls did not dare to look at its majesty.

Therefore….”

The emperor raised his right hand to interrupt the prince once more.

There was a long scar on his wrist.

Scars like those torn apart by someone and put back together.

“Listen, it’s just a small old man’s grumbling.

And the emperor did not see my brothers and sisters, my loved ones, and my sons and daughters as human beings.

If you ask me if I have led the country in the right direction, I will keep my mouth shut, but if you ask if I have been the ruler of this country, I will answer yes.

Because the emperor looked down upon all things in the world.

He was the only person he thought he was.

Everybody was just a talking animal, even my son.

Don’t you know why you became the crown prince over your proud sisters?

Can that boy in front of you really do that?”

The prince could not answer that question.

Because they don’t know anything about me.

“…….”

“But since you said that, I should give it a chance.

Give him an appropriate title owned by the imperial family and tell the Duke of Breslau to adopt him.

Okay, I guess you can throw some money into that and a suitable mansion.”

When I was thinking about what it meant to be adopted, the emperor called me.

“Eric Breslau, his son’s best friend.

Raise your head.”

I looked up and the Emperor looked at me for a while.

“What does my empire look like from your point of view?”

It’s really decrepit and old, but it looks strong. I wanted to reply, but in case my throat would fly away, I stretched out the dragon veocheonga.

“It is a country with beautiful customs, wealth, and strength, as it buys great red clothes even for its subjects…”

“Sure, then what will the empire my little son rule look like?”

“…He must be the one who will carry on the peace of the empire.”

I tried my best to say the best thing, but I didn’t know what to praise the crown prince for.

But at those words, the emperor twitched his eyebrows.

He even showed a slight smile as if he really liked the answer.

“Is that so? You’re tired, pay interest.”

This time, two knights wearing military uniforms, who were at least in good shape, guided me out of the castle to see if they were guiding me or monitoring me.

Belita greets me with her welcoming face.

If this is going to be the case in the first place, why did they bring Belita?

Seeing the crown prince talking in front of the emperor at length, it seemed like she had some plan in mind…

The thought of having had a very tiring day made me desperate for the beginning of the year.

Is it possible to enjoy a life where you can live in a suitable house all day without doing anything?

Well.