If I Were Reborn, I Wouldn’t Marry You - Chapter 58

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Chapter 58

‘The monster of the Separate Palace has awakened divine blood.’

Viscount Perington deeply regretted hastily arranging the engagement after hearing the rumors.

Due to the poor timing, he had paid a much higher price than it was worth, leaving him feeling bitter.

‘I should have waited a little longer.’

If he had, he wouldn’t have needed to create a structure of bowing down and submitting to that cunning Crown Prince…

But what was done was done, and it was too late for regrets.

‘Even so, the Crown Prince is still Prince.’

The status that divine blood held in the Empire was certainly remarkable.

It meant inheriting the thick bloodline of the half-human, half-divine founding Emperor, who was said to be born from a manifested god’s union with a human woman.

However, the impact of the cursed red eyes rumor that had followed the Prince like a tail since his birth was also considerable.

‘The gains and losses merely cancel each other out, so even if the Prince covets the throne later, he’s merely at the starting line.’

Since neither the Emperor nor the nobles wanted the Crown Prince to change, it wouldn’t be easy to take even one step from that starting line.

Though he may have bought expensively, at least he hadn’t made a wrong purchase – that was his only consolation.

‘…And Elodie likes the Crown Prince too.’

Thinking it was for his beloved daughter, whom he cherished more than his own eyes, seemed to soothe his bitter feelings somewhat.

Viscount Perington clicked his tongue lightly as if to dispel his regretful emotions.

“Master, His Highness the Crown Prince has sent a letter.”

The butler, who had been quietly waiting while Viscount Perington organized his thoughts, presented the letter with perfect timing.

“From the Crown Prince’s Palace? What could this be about.”

Viscount Perington quickly read through the letter as soon as he received it, then chuckled.

“His Highness seems to be in quite a hurry.”

Viscount Perington made his sarcastic observation.

The letter’s content was about sharing some fine tea that had arrived, but there was no way that cunning Crown Prince had summoned him purely for that purpose alone.

‘He’s making excuses because he has something to say.’

Ever since the engagement talk began, the Crown Prince had been holding and wielding the initiative.

It had been a long time since he had extended his hand first like this.

‘He’s a bit annoying, but I should take the hand he’s offered.’

They had been in the same boat for quite some time now.

“Welcome, Viscount Perington.”

Prince smiled sweetly and smoothly as he welcomed Viscount Perington.

“Thank you for the invitation, Your Highness the Crown Prince.”

Viscount Perington also greeted him with a warm attitude.

Though a harmonious atmosphere was created, Viscount Perington didn’t let his guard down.

Prince might be young, but he wasn’t someone to be taken lightly.

‘Perhaps because of his noble blue blood, he sometimes makes even me, an adult, feel chilled to the bone.’

As expected, the Crown Prince spent a long time chatting about trivial matters, as if he had really summoned him just to serve tea.

Though he had steeled himself beforehand, maintaining taut tension for a long time wasn’t easy.

Just as Viscount Perington’s patience wore thin first and he was about to throw out bait to draw Prince to the main point.

Prince struck first, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

“Ah, but you know what. You must have many worries these days, Viscount.”

What seemed like genuine concern appeared in his unusually transparent blue eyes.

“Me?”

Viscount Perington asked with puzzlement at the words whose context he couldn’t grasp.

“Yes.”

Prince nodded with a gentle face, then continued in an affectionate tone.

“Your fifth cousin, wasn’t it? Kylian. I heard that boy had an accident and was seriously injured…”

Though his attitude seemed genuinely worried, Viscount Perington couldn’t suppress a bitter smile.

Kylian was not only from a branch family of House Perington, but also a distant relative and playmate of the Crown Prince.

Yet Prince spoke as if he were talking about a complete stranger he had never met.

‘He’s drawing a line.’

Viscount Perington had also heard the rumors circulating in society.

‘They said the real cause of this incident was the Crown Prince.’

The reason being that it was the Crown Prince who had given Conrad the Ignis Salamander.

As a result of this, the Crown Prince’s hobby of releasing rare animals into hunting grounds, catching them, and even enjoying dissecting them became known.

That much was a common hobby, so even if some tender-hearted people found it distasteful, it wasn’t something to be greatly criticized for.

However, since Prince’s usual image had been so good, the rumors wouldn’t die down.

‘It must have bothered him quite a bit.’

That was understandable enough.

The rumors had recently gone a step further, spreading that the Crown Prince might have known it was an Ignis Salamander when he gave it.

‘Whether he knew or not.’

The origin of House Perington was when underworld forces had chosen the right side and received a title.

Now that they had become a proper viscount family, they couldn’t directly involve themselves in underworld affairs like before.

Still, given the family’s origins, House Perington maintained closer ties with the underworld than other noble families.

Naturally, their perspective on situations wasn’t typical either.

‘If you want something, you have to seize it by any means necessary.’

It might be different if he were in an unshakeable position as heir, but now that a competitor with divine blood had appeared, having a somewhat decisive personality could be better.

Viscount Perington sincerely thought either way wouldn’t be bad.

‘But that doesn’t mean I’ll let myself be manipulated as he wishes.’

“Ah, you mean Kairon? I heard he’s gotten much better. He has improved quite a lot. Conrad, who was in the accident with him, woke up recently and is receiving burn treatment, and they say Kairon will likely regain consciousness soon too. Since he’s His Majesty’s playmate, it’s naturally worrying, isn’t it?”

He deliberately brought up Conrad’s name as well, emphasizing the words “playmate” in his response.

Then the Crown Prince laughed out loud as if he had heard an amusing joke.

Though it was a childlike laugh, it had no clear or cheerful feeling at all.

To avoid being overwhelmed by his presence, Viscount Perington laughed along.

However, the words that pierced his ears prevented Viscount Perington from laughing any further.

“It would be better if neither of them woke up.”

It was something that made him doubt whether he had heard correctly.

However, Viscount Perington, who had inwardly considered Prince formidable and remained on guard, simply chose silence with an expressionless face.

And that choice was correct.

Prince’s smile deepened.

As if congratulating him for passing his test.

“I won’t keep dogs that bite their master by my side.”

Prince said casually.

“It means that in my reign, Perington will be the Emperor’s right hand instead of Roderick.”

Viscount Perington’s mind began working busily.

The Crown Prince leisurely drank his tea while waiting for him to make his decision.

After a few minutes passed, Viscount Perington answered in a low voice.

“It will be as you wish.”

Prince smiled brightly with genuine joy this time.

“What? I can’t! No way! I don’t want to!”

As soon as Leonhardt heard my plan, he responded with refusal.

“Can’t do what? Do it!”

But I wasn’t one to just let it slide.

“What’s so difficult about this that you’re throwing a tantrum!”

When I spoke firmly and glared at him, Leonhardt’s resistance gradually subsided.

The abilities of divine blood were the awakening of divine powers carved into one’s bloodline.

Therefore, the closer one’s ability was to that of the chief god Jainov, the higher its value.

Leonhardt’s ability of intimidation was a power that resembled divine majesty, making it a rarely good ability in the Empire’s history.

‘Especially since the power of the ability itself is also strong.’

However, intimidation ultimately meant suppressing others.

‘I know that fear and disgust are separated by a thin line, so there’s nothing good about making people feel afraid of Leonhardt.’

So this was the method I had chosen.

‘Showing him taming a divine beast with his abilities.’

It could emphasize the sanctity of divine blood, and above all, the combination of cute thing + cute thing was a sure win.

The discussion with the Temple had already been concluded long ago.

All that remained was for Leonhardt to naturally act out an adorable scene with the divine beast.

It was a very easy script I had written considering Leonhardt’s acting skills, but I hadn’t expected him to refuse.

I tried to persuade Leonhardt in a coaxing tone.

“You just need to show yourself playing with the divine beast.”

Despite my persuasion, Leonhardt seemed reluctant and just moved his lips for a while.

“No, why don’t you want to? What’s so difficult about this?”

When I finally couldn’t hold back and spoke accusingly, Leonhardt mumbled his answer.

“…I’m allergic to dog fur.”

“Huh?”

It was an unexpected reason.

‘So he really can’t do it?’

I gently patted Leonhardt’s shoulder.

“It’s okay, it’s a fox.”

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