Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 254

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 254

167. End of the Second Semester (1)

My visit to the Imperial Palace and audience with the Emperor could no longer be a big issue among my friends.

“Again? Well, it makes sense since it’s Dane.”

“What did His Majesty the Emperor give you?”

“Isn’t that armor he promised to give you last time finished yet?”

“Teacher Dane. Could you take me along next time too?”

Those guys showing indifferent reactions.

Only Altur and Jenna, who were new members, had sparkling eyes.

“…How can someone have an audience with His Majesty the Emperor three times?”

“Wow! An audience! What did you do there? How was the food?”

Since it’s come to this, maybe I should regularly recruit new members to refresh these kinds of reactions.

I’ve gotten so used to it that these normal reactions actually feel refreshing.

“So what did he say this time?”

At Leila’s question, I shrugged my shoulders.

“He told me to come to his side.”

“Yeah, well. Come to his side… What? To his side?”

“He’s coveting me.”

“…”

Leila hesitated for a moment, then suddenly gave me a farewell greeting.

“Don’t forget me even if you leave the Academy.”

“…”

“They say His Majesty the Emperor gets everything he wants…”

Leila seemed genuinely worried, and it appeared she thought I would leave.

I tilted my head.

“You still don’t know me.”

“Getting to know you is my life’s greatest goal, you know?”

Look at this girl.

She’s being scary with her words.

“Anyway, if His Majesty the Emperor made such a proposal, wouldn’t it be difficult to refuse?”

“No. I refused.”

“…Are you okay?”

Leila seemed really, genuinely worried.

Right, most people would have this reaction.

Who would dare refuse His Majesty the Emperor’s proposal disguised as a command?

But I refused.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t a ‘refusal’ but saying ‘I would likely refuse,’ but it’s the same thing.

“You’re really okay, right? You didn’t come back with something cut off?”

“If something was cut, it would have been my head.”

“That’s true.”

This girl is changing like Ernest too.

“But did you really refuse? Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Why, you ask. What would I do in the future if I’m tied to the Imperial Palace?”

“Still, it’s amazing. It’s a place others are desperate to enter.”

I just shrugged my shoulders.

What others want, fine.

But that doesn’t mean I have to give up what I want.

Even if the person urging me is the Emperor.

Anyway, His Majesty the Emperor can’t touch our family.

For now, at least.

Since he’s set out to improve relations with the nobles under the motto of ‘reconciliation,’ he can’t do anything to me carelessly.

Of course, since he’s a crazy emperor, I don’t know how he’ll come at me… but it’s not like I have no countermeasures.

“I should expand the mana stone business further.”

“Huh? Business?”

“The mana stone business.”

For now, I’m prepared to ‘invest’ in Darvado while also providing some mana stones.

Since dwarves also handle mana, they’ll have many places to use mana stones of that efficiency.

And when Viscount Otier completes his daughter’s treatment, I’m thinking of giving him the position of chief researcher.

With the intention of having him handle new drug development in the future.

Well, I’ll think about that later.

Since I’ve returned safely, now is the time to focus on final exams.

Since the second semester is already ending, my freshman period at the Academy, which was full of all sorts of events, is almost over.

“Well, when have you ever studied for exams? But seeing you get first place last semester despite that is amazing.”

“This time you’re going to do it, right?”

“I’m screwed. Actually, I already dropped one subject.”

“Good job.”

“I don’t know. Father will make a fuss if he finds out, so I’ll intercept it somehow. Ah, convincing our stubborn head butler is the hardest part.”

I wonder if this girl will go astray when she becomes a sophomore.

“How about you this time? Mine are mostly practical exams. The one I dropped was a written lecture.”

“Half written, half practical. I finished studying for the written exams, and for practical… I think I just need to do well on the Exploration Department practical exam?”

“Exploration Department practical exam?”

Exploration Department.

The department I decided to take classes in along with the Language Department to solve various questions.

Information about the map that Karnas scribbled and drew.

I still couldn’t tell where that place was, but I did gain quite a bit of knowledge.

Though I’m still far behind Ernest, I learned to some extent what ‘exploration’ is about.

“So you take the exam by exploring?”

“That’s what I heard. You just need to escape within the given time.”

“That sounds fun. Maybe I’ll try taking it next semester too.”

Well, I’ll just take whatever they give me.

I’m not particularly worried about final exams.

What’s in my head right now is the Southern Jungle I’ll go to during vacation.

Digging into the legends of that place and finding the fourth ancient mana concentrator that might exist there.

Then I might be able to find clues about the map Karnas scribbled.

Since the number of decipherable characters increases in proportion to the number of ancient mana concentrators.

“Sigh, anyway, after taking this exam, freshman life will be over. Next semester, juniors will come in and we won’t be treated as freshmen anymore.”

“I don’t think that’ll happen to me.”

My situation is different from Leila’s.

I’m in the Autonomous Department.

I probably won’t have any juniors until graduation, most likely.

It would be nice if there were some.

If not, that’s fine too.

I don’t particularly want to act like a senior.

It would be more ridiculous to worry about such things when I’m the president of a club where everyone speaks casually and calls each other by name regardless of grade level.

“Let’s just prepare for exams first. I have to go to the jungle during vacation.”

“Ah, right. You have to go there. By the way, after you come back from there, if you have time, could you visit the Eastern Territory?”

“The Eastern Territory?”

“Yeah. I was planning to go see Big Brother, and I thought it would be nice if we went together.”

I readily nodded at Leila’s words.

“Let’s do that.”

Leila’s big brother.

I heard he has no interest in succession and practically lives at the eastern border.

I’m curious. What kind of person he might be.

In that sense, this vacation is going to be incredibly busy without a moment’s rest.

The jungle at the southern end.

And then the battlefield at the eastern end.

Good grief.

At this rate, we might even end up going to Drenik.

“Phew. This is killing me.”

The 3rd Prince, Edward, had recently begun to gradually realize that being a member of the imperial family held little meaning.

More precisely, in this battlefield territory of the east, the position of prince only brought inconvenience.

Edward had been accustomed to reading the room and enduring discomfort since childhood.

All because of his hand.

Though it was fine now, until recently it had been a hand that couldn’t even properly hold a fork.

In that sense, it pained him to see the already struggling soldiers trying to take care of him simply because he was a prince.

“How was today, Your Highness?”

“Sir Onet.”

“You seem to be getting quite accustomed to the sword. You cut down three barbarians today.”

Despite Sir Onet’s quite satisfied words, Edward smiled bitterly.

“I took three lives.”

“Your Highness.”

“That fact doesn’t change. The barbarians are certainly enemies of the Empire. Therefore, fighting them is certainly necessary work, but the fact that I took lives with my own hands doesn’t change.”

Edward spoke in a calm tone as if he had learned it from Dane, then wiped his sword.

I survived today too.

They say it’s an old saying from the east, and it seems quite fitting.

‘At this rate, I don’t know what kind of achievements I’ll make in the east.’

It was true that he had come here as a prince to follow the same path as his elder brothers and begin building his power in earnest.

Therefore, he needed to show achievements here.

But Edward knew.

He knew that all these things – rolling around on battlefields and swinging swords – didn’t suit him at all.

They say battlefields break down even fundamentally good people…

Even so, Edward didn’t want to lose his true nature.

“Being a prince, I thought it was a more terrible fate than I imagined. Back when my hand was crippled, I mean.”

Edward chuckled and muttered.

“But now seems even worse. Coming to a place I never imagined, being forced to do things I never imagined… and keeping in check those who fight for the Empire.”

“If you’re referring to Sir Owen Termion…”

“He’s outstanding. He’s the one who practically supports the eastern front. To suppress such a person? Not a chance.”

“…”

Owen Termion.

The eldest son of Duke Termion House.

A man who volunteered for the eastern front right after graduating from the Academy.

With his outstanding leadership and skills, he was someone who received the trust and love of all the soldiers in the eastern battlefield.

But the Emperor had sent Edward to such a place and told him.

To prove his worth.

‘How?’

How could he, who had just started learning swordsmanship and had only recently begun interacting with people?

Moreover, Sir Onet would be returning soon.

Sir Onet was the captain of the Imperial Knight Order.

He couldn’t stay in the east forever.

In other words, from now on Edward would have to survive here completely alone, accompanied only by one or two attendants.

“You will be able to do well, Your Highness. Your swordsmanship has improved rapidly, and today you already cut down three barbarians. The soldiers will soon sing your praises.”

“…”

Edward let out a bitter laugh.

“I don’t need such praises. I’d rather not hear the screams of wounded soldiers here for even a single day.”

So Sir Onet thought.

How different he is from the Emperor.

How could such a son come from such a father?

He was completely different from the 1st and 2nd Princes, who were said to be becoming cruel and even mad.

In that sense…

‘What would it be like if His Highness ascended to the throne?’

Such thoughts occurred to him.

Though certainly, these were words he couldn’t speak aloud right now.

In the midst of this, a voice was heard from outside the barracks.

“Your Highness, Sir Owen Termion is here.”

Owen Termion.

The actual commander of this eastern front.

The eldest son of Duke Termion House.

And…

The opponent Edward had to compete with.

“Let him in.”

Edward answered with apparent composure, but his hands were trembling slightly.

It certainly wasn’t because of his past hand problems.

“Your Highness, are you experiencing any discomfort?”

And Owen Termion, who entered, had a large build no less impressive than Duke Termion’s.

Rose-colored hair with bloodstains he hadn’t completely wiped away.

“I’m fine. Are you alright yourself?”

“Thanks to Your Highness raising morale, I was able to cut down enemies with ease. Today’s victory in battle is thanks to Your Highness.”

It seemed sincere, which made it even more bitter.

It would have been less bitter if he had come to mock him intentionally.

“I ask for your continued support, Your Highness. Your presence will be a great strength to this battlefield and the soldiers.”

If that was acting, it was at a level worth being fooled by.

Edward sighed after sending Owen Termion away.

One person came to mind at this moment.

‘Dane.’

His friend, and the one who had led him to salvation.

‘What would you have done?’

Dane’s presence became desperately needed.

More than ever before.

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