Bloodline is a Cheat Code - Chapter 81

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Chapter 81
“Elian and the Crown Prince were lovers.”
“I already knew that. You told me yourself. Hmm, so they attacked using that… Yes, but it’s understandable enough. The position of Crown Princess is vacant after all.”
Lucian Advein nodded in understanding, his shoulders trembling slightly. I squeezed his hand a bit tighter and turned my gaze elsewhere before speaking.
“And actually, there’s a child between Elian and the Crown Prince.”
“What?”
“The Crown Prince doesn’t know about it.”
“What?”
“And that child is upstairs in our Mansion right now.”
“May I be angry?”
“No.”
Lucian Advein frowned, clearly struggling to compose himself.
His gaze fixed intently on me, trying to gauge exactly how much he didn’t know, and even my usual composure crumbled before his unwavering stare.
Though honestly, it wasn’t entirely my fault.
“I couldn’t have told you about this from the very beginning, could I?”
“Even if you couldn’t tell me at first, didn’t you have several opportunities afterward?”
“Opportunities to tell you afterward…?”
We had so many things happening! That’s why I couldn’t!
Was I supposed to tell you this when I went to the Holy Kingdom, or mention it while discussing the engagement ceremony?
I may have forgotten, but regardless, I could always find reasons to justify myself. Though my instincts kept me from voicing them aloud.
“No opportunity to tell me? I can understand hiding it the moment my brother came looking for you on the first day, but…”
What should I do in a situation like this?
I racked my brain desperately, searching for the best answer.
You can do this. Flotie Rosena, you’re a master of improvisation.
“There was.”
“But.”
“There was, but I didn’t remember back then…”
“And because of that, you ended up cursed.”
Lucian Advein’s expression darkened with displeasure.
Yes, his anger stemmed entirely from concern for my wellbeing. If I hadn’t been cursed, he might have simply sighed and moved on.
“Isn’t it a huge leap to say I was cursed because I created that secret? Lucian?”
“Flotie.”
“I was wrong not to tell you beforehand.”
But sometimes straightforward honesty is the answer. I finally let my tail droop in surrender.
Any clever schemes would only inflame Lucian’s anger further, and I couldn’t risk sparking conflict with Elian on top of everything else.
She was already so anxious about potentially harming the child that she hadn’t left her spot, repeatedly reorganizing books she’d already arranged.
“I didn’t deliberately hide it because I was afraid you’d use the child, did I?”
“Of course not. A man who doesn’t even exploit the Crown Prince’s first love—a maid—wouldn’t exploit a child who can barely think for herself. I genuinely just forgot because I was too scattered.”
“You have a talent for making even compliments sound like insults.”
“My mind is racing with urgency, and I’m anxious that you might hate me because of this matter.”
Oh no, this time the truth burst out without any chance to stop it.
Lucian Advein blinked, apparently not expecting such words to tumble from my lips.
“You hate me?”
Spilled water can be gathered again, but spoken words cannot be taken back.
Serpina Rosena, is there some magic that lets me rewind just five seconds? I don’t think that would even count as forbidden magic.
“No, I—”
“So why would I hate you?”
His persistent question already carried a softer tone.
Not just softened—there was a subtle playfulness in it that made my anger melt away entirely.
Grateful as that may be, it feels like another crisis to me.
“I created a secret… you won’t be angry, will you?”
“Hmm, I appreciate that you care so much about being disliked by me. I’ll forgive you this once.”
“Thank you so much. I won’t forget this kindness.”
Once you’re embarrassed and forgiven, there’s no greater gain than that.
The young lady conceals her shame.
* * *
“This is absurd. I’d believe it if you said your brother was like this as a child.”
“Ha ha…”
Instead of getting angry, Lucian Advein ordered Elian to bring the child.
‘I’ll bring him at once.’
Elian looked at me, seemed to make a decision, bowed respectfully, and returned with the child.
The child, who looked like a direct copy of Vincent, stared intently at Lucian Advein, his blue eyes sparkling with the same shade Vincent usually disguised himself with.
“What is the child’s name?”
“…He has none.”
Elian, who had been standing nearby in case something went wrong so she could protect the child, answered in a slightly trembling voice.
“It’s been over four years since your brother ran away and came back, yet the child has no name? The child must be about three years old by now.”
“Yes, we simply call him Aga.”
“I thought my name was Aga.”
The child actually believes his name is Aga.
Whenever Lucian Advein and Elian say “Aga,” he tilts his head, thinking they’re calling him.
“Flotie, when did you realize this child was your brother’s?”
Lucian Advein lifted the small child and opened his mouth.
How should I explain? On the day I first found Elian, I overheard the truth, but even the loyal maid by my side doesn’t know about it.
“I actually heard the full story quite some time after hiring Elian. As I told Your Highness, I heard about the child that day too, but I simply didn’t mention it first.”
“Yes, but I suspect someone like you would have guessed without hearing it directly. I wouldn’t have mentioned it then either.”
“They only share hair color—there’s nothing else alike. How could I possibly guess?”
Let me deflect for now.
Elian worried that as the child grew, he resembled the Vincent in her memories more and more, and I felt the same way.
But the child laughed cheerfully whenever Lucian Advein gave him airplane rides, his face devoid of any wariness. Or does he recognize his uncle?
Lucian Advein, watching the child laugh with that peculiar expression, muttered absently.
“Your eyes are remarkably similar as well.”
“My eyes…?”
Elian found herself echoing his words without thinking.
At that, I examined the child’s eyes intently.
Please don’t suddenly turn crimson. That would make this situation far too complicated.
Lucian Advein hummed briefly before opening his mouth.
“Yes, since you’ve shared something you’ve hidden for so long, I suppose it’s time I revealed the truth as well.”
“Lucian Advein, are you hiding something else?”
Power hidden, legitimacy hidden, eye color hidden, influence hidden, temperament hidden, abilities hidden.
What am I supposed to do with a man who has hidden everything except his fiancée?
“I’m not the one hiding it—it’s something certain members of the Imperial Household have kept concealed. Though since you’ll be joining the Imperial family, it would be wise for you to know beforehand.”
How generous of him to count a future Crown Princess as part of the Imperial family.
Still, having information was far better than not. I tilted my ear toward him, silently urging him to continue.
“Vincent Crown Prince has blue eyes.”
“I see.”
“You’re not surprised.”
Lucian Advein sighed as he watched Elian, who unlike my composed self, had collapsed from shock.
If he hadn’t caught her with the arm not holding the child, her head would have hit the floor.
“Don’t scold me for holding another woman.”
“I would have been disappointed if you hadn’t caught her.”
At the same moment, the child burst into tears, forcing us to call others to take Elian and the child away.
Well, I’d heard everything that mattered anyway.
“Throughout history, there has never been a case of two people with crimson eyes. If one person was hiding crimson eyes, I thought the other must be pretending to have them.”
“Hmm.”
“And in my previous life, the Empire fell to ruin.”
Serpina Rosena said the Empire had walked the path of decline naturally. As if following a predetermined course.
‘It felt like divine punishment. But I couldn’t bear the thought of a god avenging me in my stead, so I moved all the more urgently.’
If the Empire fell to ruin under Vincent Crown Prince’s reign as Emperor, then either he was impossibly incompetent, or as Serpina Rosena said, divine punishment had descended. I wagered on the latter.
The nobles who had sided with Vincent Crown Prince were those who would have squeezed every ounce of their strength to sustain the Empire for their own survival. Not all greedy people are incompetent.
If such people, despite their best efforts, declined through forces beyond their control, it meant a power that humans could not move was at work. For instance, fate or divine will.
“Your Majesty, I have a question.”
“You’re mixing ‘Lucian Advein’ and ‘Your Majesty’ together.”
“Yes, in any case. How many people within the Imperial Household know the color of your eyes?”
“Three.”
“Three, then…?”
“Haeston, Jade Delpoi. And Vincent Crown Prince.”

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