Noble Reincarnation~Blessed With the Strongest Power From Birth

"Dear Noah"

Renting a long chair a short distance away, sitting and waiting, Shirley came and reported in a courtesy.

"That man, he's out of time"

"Okay."

"And there's a couple of police officers here. I know you've heard a lot of noise, but I heard that Master Noah is here, and he seems to be having trouble rolling away."

"I guess."

Police officers are commonly referred to as "officers".

This comes from "around" for policing and patrolling.

The police officers of the capital are naturally under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Justice.

Although it would be nice to hear the noise and come to policing, it would be weirder not to have trouble if we were to come with our boss's boss's further boss's (or so) Attorney General.

"Go get them."

"Yes."

Shirley was more thankful and went to convey my orders.

A while later, two young police officers arrived.

We were both in a hurry, and when they came before me, my legs snapped and I knelt at me with the rolling momentum as it was.

"And, sir, I didn't know His Royal Highness was here."

"I'm so sorry for your loss!

The two said in a tremendously frightened manner.

I haven't gotten any manipulation or anything, but it went through.

"If you're both here, it's just fine. One is - you over there, you get rid of that body. If you have a family, you can pick it up, and if you're not there, you'll be cremated immediately."

"Yes, sir"

"You go to the palace introspection. The First Prince's family, Darren, punished Prince Thirteen by internal law because he worked disrespectfully, report and have him keep a record."

"Okay."

"Go"

The two went out with great joy.

I misunderstood you definitely hurt my mood, so I was relieved that I didn't hit the two of you with anger.

Instead of you two, Shirley's back.

"What will you do now, Master Noah?"

"Get me one handcuff."

"That's good...... why not?

Shirley with a strange neck.

She carried out my orders and kept whipping Darren until he died.

Now that you're actually running it and making sure Darren's out of time, are you handcuffing him now? Naturally you have the question.

"Put it on me, so it's for the kids."

"What..."

Shirley, increasingly surprised, became a poker.

Just like my mansion, on the outer perimeter of the royal palace, the First Prince's residence.

There I came on foot, not in a carriage, with Shirley.

I have the handcuffs Shirley's been procuring on my hands.

With the handcuffs on, approach the gatekeeper.

"This is Thirteen, Your Highness. - Huh?

The gatekeeper, who knows my face, smiled to snarl, but lost his word when he saw me handcuffed.

"Uh... what the hell is this..."

"I came to apologize to my brother. Could you report it?"

"What? Oh yes! Please wait."

The gatekeeper acted the closest he could in a situation that far exceeded the processing power of a single gatekeeper.

Make me wait on the spot, get inside the mansion and make a report.

After a while, an old man appeared from inside the mansion.

The man's name is Coyle, and he's been a butler at the First Prince's residence for a long time.

"Long time no see, Your Highness Noah"

"I'm sorry all of a sudden. Is your brother home?"

"Master Gilbert will wait inside. Go ahead."

Unlike the gatekeeper, that's the man who has been a butler at the First Prince's mansion for years, he didn't move at all when he saw me come handcuffed.

Leading by that coil, he takes Shirley, who on the contrary is still twitching, into the First Prince's residence.

It was passed into a room with luxurious conditioning.

At first glance, it is the finest room in the reception room, decorated with a few gifts - precious ones received from His Majesty.

Gilbert was looking out the window in that room, but when I walked in, he turned around and came over.

"Oh, you've come a lot, Noah. Hmm? What, those handcuffs are some kind of new game?

Gilbert looked at my handcuffs and asked with an unyielding grin.

I'm here to apologize to my brother.

"Apologize? What all of a sudden"

"Earlier, I disposed of Darren, my older brother's family. I want to apologize for not consulting you."

After I said that, I had to explain what happened on Cobalt Street.

"That's normal. You deserve to die, such as speaking like a prince to your family. But..."

Gilbert picked his chin, looked at the ceiling and looked at the idea.

"Darren... Darren... um, you don't remember"

"Afraid."

He's been leading us, the butler's coil opens his mouth.

"It's the name of a man who moved from this mansion to palace introspection a few years ago."

"Ahhh!

Gilbert slapped Pong, and his hand.

"I remember, that's him. You don't get sick about him."

Gilbert grinned.

"He's a bad bareback, I fired him and let him out. So family is not enough. You don't have to worry about it, Noah."

... I see, is that it?

"Thank you"

I immediately bowed my head.

"Rather well done, Noah. If I'd let him go wild as he is, I'd have fooled my name and continued to be evil. I'd rather thank you for protecting my honor."

That's what Gilbert said, squeezed his chin on the coil, took the key and uncuffed me himself.

"You are amazing after all. His Majesty is the Attorney General - only to be the keeper of the law. Normally I don't go there until I dispose of it."

"Thank you, brother"

That's what I want to do (,,,,,,,,,,,). While I got on with Gilbert's story, I talked to the proper public, and then followed the First Prince's mansion.

After leaving the mansion, Shirley and I walk around the Royal Palace.

"Um... Dear Noah"

Shirley, who looked like she'd been stuck in a fox ever since I handcuffed myself, asked thoughtfully.

"What does that mean?"

"Now?

"Something... uh... something..."

Shirley twists her neck and desperately tries to find the words.

but I can't seem to find it. Mm-hmm. I'm roaring.

"My brother's attitude, did you think it was weird?

"That's it! But what's weird..."

My brother, he was furious.

"What!? So, but so soothing."

"I'm furious, but you can't break with me on your own. Likewise, the princes, and I am also the Prince Minister of Legal Affairs. My favor now is more than my brother."

"Ha..."

"And I came to apologize myself. I told you earlier that my young brother did something wrong. As the eldest child, I have to show the metric. You know this one, right?

"Ah, yes! I get it! Right, I can't be mad if I apologize first. I see... it's amazing"

Shirley wrapped her tongue around it and impressed.

"And there's another one."

"What is it?

"If I leave this matter behind, I will later be harassed by my brother. It's just as hostile."

"Yes."

"But I came to apologize, my brother had to forgive me. And noblemen have a face, it's unusual to be able to pull in what I said once."

"Think that far... wow..."

Look at Shirley I admire, me smiling whoops.

I don't need to go this far, but just in case.

The next day, after a full day of work for the Department of Justice, when I returned home after lunch, Dylan, the butler, rarely greeted me on the doorstep.

"What's up, Dylan?"

"You are a customer"

"Guests?"

"Yes, he said he was from the Palace Introspection. We're putting you in the reception room."

"... ok"

I headed for the reception where the man was put on that leg.

Once inside, the man who was sitting stood up to be played, and the momentum gave me a one-kneed thank you.

"I will see you first, Your Highness XIII. My name is Don Oates."

"Mmm."

Pull your chin slightly and I'll sit first on the couch.

"You can sit down."

"Thank you"

Don got up and sat back at the end of the couch where he had been sitting, reluctantly.

So, what can I do for you?

"I heard about yesterday"

"Heh."

"I, I am impressed by the treatment of His Royal Highness XIII. I would like to invite you to join His Highness the Thirteenth!

You want to follow me?

"Yes! Whatever."

"Okay. But I'm the Attorney General, and it's not gonna be easy to get you out of the Miyagi."

"I don't mind! If His Highness could use it when he needs it!

"Okay. Let's remember."

"Thank you!

Don lowered his head gladly.

After I dropped Don off through the window walking out of the mansion, I summoned Dylan.

"How are you doing?"

"Find out about that man. Be careful."

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Dylan left the room on my orders, not asking why.

Another day.

I woke up in the morning and had the maids do everything from washing my face to brushing my teeth to a set of hair as usual, and Dylan came there.

"I'll report you. We've discovered the details of what's going to be a donkey."

"Mmm."

"He seems cleverly hidden, but both his parents are servants of His Royal Highness the First"

"You're muscled."

Aristocrats sometimes marry their servants.

Noblemen, especially the prince's mansion, are strict, they are not something they can stop trying to stop, and they are usually treated to the prince, so dating is restricted for reasons of secrecy.

So often we mediate between servants in marriage.

And what is normal (,,,,,,,,), but children born between servants also swear allegiance to their husbands.

That is the noble servant/family.

"Perhaps the First Royal Highness sent it in to intercede."

"I guess. Don't tell anyone you know that. If you know you're a spy, you can use it quite a bit."

"Ha."

Dylan said there for about a breath, in a different tone than when reporting.

"At a glance alone, you can tell it's an intermediate eye, that's great."

I mean, eyesight - well, eyesight is fine.

A status that's always in the corner of my sight.

Giving Don forgiveness didn't increase at all after "+".

My heart found out you weren't one of my men.