If I Were Reborn, I Wouldn’t Marry You - Chapter 61

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Chapter 61

After the meal ended, the Prince returned to his palace and dismissed everyone around him before freely venting his rage.

“How dare! A mere monster from the Separate Palace!”

Crash! Clang!

Decorations and small furniture broke and shattered.

The Chamberlain standing silently in a corner of the room watched the Prince with a dark expression.

‘His expressions are becoming increasingly violent.’

The Lombran County had been a family that served as the Emperor’s chamberlains for generations. As a member of the Lombran family who took pride in that calling, the Chamberlain was also pleased to assist the Prince who would become the future Emperor.

But when did it start?

The Prince, whom he had thought was clever despite having some cunning aspects, began to look like a small monster.

No matter how much blue blood he had, he completely lacked emotions like compassion or sympathy.

‘…No, I shouldn’t evaluate the one I serve.’

The Chamberlain, startled from his thoughts, shook his head and tried to empty his mind.

However, it wasn’t easy.

The Prince treated the Chamberlain like air, and thanks to that, the Chamberlain knew most of what the Prince had done.

From trivial moments like when the young Prince who had just learned to run laughed gleefully while shooting arrows at a puppy he received as a gift, to the moment he handed over the Ignis Salamander to Conrad with gleaming eyes…

He had simply remained silent as he had been taught by his family since childhood.

This time too, the Chamberlain stood like furniture, scratched here and there from fragments that had flown to his vicinity, quietly waiting for the Prince’s anger to subside.

After several dozen minutes, the Prince’s tantrum finally ended.

Though he was a descendant of Divine Blood, he was still a child.

Despite having limits to his strength and stamina, the Prince who had turned one large room into a mess was still seething with unresolved anger.

The Chamberlain only hoped that the Prince’s rage wouldn’t extend to anything living and would end like this.

Only after a considerable time had passed did the somewhat calmed Prince sit in a relatively intact chair and give an order.

“Bring Viscount Perington. Immediately.”

The Chamberlain suppressed a deep sigh and carried out the order.

‘It doesn’t seem like this will end here.’

Thus, late at night, Viscount Perington was summoned.

The Prince welcomed Viscount Perington with only his lips smiling.

“Welcome, Viscount. Thank you for responding to my sudden invitation.”

Sensing something ominous, Viscount Perington greeted him properly then kept glancing at the Chamberlain.

He was trying to figure out the reason, but the Chamberlain pretended not to see Viscount Perington’s gaze.

Fortunately for the Chamberlain alone, the Prince’s business came up shortly after.

“Viscount, when managing a garden.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Viscount Perington looked confused, but accepted the Prince’s sudden mention of garden management.

“To prevent weeds from spreading, it’s efficient to pull them as soon as you see them, right? Isn’t that so? Especially if they think they’re flowers instead of weeds.”

Though it was said lightly like a child with great interest in garden management, everyone present understood the implication.

The greatly shocked Chamberlain remained silent, and Viscount Perington calculated gains and losses for a long time.

When the scales didn’t easily tip toward what the Prince wanted, the Prince added more words.

“I’m giving you a chance to choose.”

Viscount Perington pondered.

Following the Empress, even the Crown Princess was from House of Perington.

It was thanks to this that they, coming from the underworld, had established such a position in central politics.

The Prince and House of Perington were already in a relationship that couldn’t be separated.

Finally, Viscount Perington reached a conclusion.

“I’ll take care of it.”

“Yes, it would be good if it’s before the New Year Festival. I don’t want to show it to the guests.”

“Understood.”

Viscount Perington’s eyes gleamed as he pondered a clean finish without future troubles.

The rumor that Leonhardt had awakened his Divine Blood after visiting the Imperial Palace spread in an artificial manner due to the Emperor’s intervention.

‘In a tone as if dealing with interesting gossip.’

I understood the Emperor’s thinking in choosing this method.

The fact of Divine Blood awakening was an excellent means to emphasize the sanctity of the Imperial Family’s bloodline.

However, if it were used straightforwardly for Imperial propaganda, too much attention would be focused on Leonhardt.

‘In other words, Prince would suffer a blow.’

The Emperor, who hoped the already established succession structure wouldn’t be shaken, wanted Leonhardt’s awakening to spread only within limits that wouldn’t damage Prince.

But the presence of Divine Blood was too significant to be treated as merely interesting rumors.

The rumors weren’t dying down even though Roderick hadn’t made any separate moves.

‘Public opinion doesn’t move according to intention like that.’

Thus, with the situation favorable to Leonhardt, the New Year Festival, which was D-day, approached.

The New Year Festival is held over two days: the last day of the old year and the first day of the new year.

The first day of the New Year Festival, that is, what’s held on the last day of the old year, was a kind of eve festival that started around sunset and continued until sunrise the next day.

‘So children can’t participate.’

That’s why the timing we aimed for was the prayer service held on the morning of New Year’s Day.

‘Instead, today Leon and I decided to go see the festival held in the capital.’

It was a scheduled plan since the day before implementing the plan tends to be more nerve-wracking than the actual day.

‘Come to think of it, this seems like the first time Leon and I are going to such a street festival.’

Leonhardt had a tendency to dislike going to crowded places, and after becoming Emperor, he was in the position of hosting festivals.

‘He doesn’t dislike balls or banquets, but this kind of thing is nice too…’

I thought while glancing at Leonhardt.

While I had experience going a few times with my family, this was Leonhardt’s first time seeing one, as far as I knew.

‘Your sister will take you only to the most incredibly fun places.’

I smiled a little inwardly while looking back at Leonhardt.

“Let’s go! Leon!”

Filled with anticipation, I grabbed Leonhardt’s hand and shook it lightly.

Leonhardt seemed to sense something uneasy and glanced down at our clasped hands, but soon just chuckled.

It seemed like he was trying to go along with me since I looked excited.

‘Keep that attitude unchanged.’

As soon as I arrived at the street where the festival was starting, I bought cute headbands for each of us.

Mine had golden puppy ears with white inner fur, and Leonhardt’s was naturally rabbit ears.

“Headbands are essential to enter the festival!”

When I gestured toward the people walking ahead and said this, Leonhardt was about to object but sighed and just put on the headband.

“Let’s go with that.”

The sight of him wearing the cute rabbit headband with an exhausted expression uncharacteristic of a child was so adorable that the accompanying guard knights quietly laughed.

Leonhardt’s eyebrows twitched.

When Leonhardt, who was still a child but undeniably a prince, showed signs of discomfort, the guard knights quickly tried to manage their expressions, but it was already too late.

“Let’s buy all the remaining headbands.”

Leonhardt distributed cute headbands to each of the guard knights as revenge.

“Ahem, well, only children need to wear headbands to enter the festival.”

One knight who was nearly two meters tall with a particularly fierce expression quietly complained, not wanting to wear the fairy headband.

However, when Leonhardt glared at him once, he put on the headband faster than anyone else.

Each wearing cute headbands, we walked joyfully through the festival street.

“You know, it seems more comfortable for a child to enjoy festival sightseeing.”

I whispered to Leonhardt while enjoying the festival – watching childish puppet shows and giggling, eating snacks with sauce around my mouth, and buying childish toys.

“That’s right.”

Leonhardt agreed while walking along the path the guard knights opened for us.

“It would be difficult for adults to do such things.”

Leonhardt answered while blowing on the pinwheel he had bought for me.

His faintly smiling expression looked more comfortable than ever.

“It was good that we came out.”

I said with a bright smile.

However, just a few hours later, I had to take back those words.

If I hadn’t come out, I wouldn’t have been kidnapped in the first place.

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