The Low-Ranking Civil Servant Wants to Achieve Success - Chapter 162

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Chapter 162
While Aran continued sharing her story with Namia,
Kiaros was organizing the situation and moving toward Namia alongside Jayden.
“By the way, brother.”
Jayden asked, cradling Kibon in dog form as he looked at Kiaros.
“When did you start liking Namia?”
“Huh?”
Kiaros was about to answer thoughtlessly when he suddenly realized he didn’t know the exact moment himself.
‘When exactly did it start?’
Was it when merely hearing Victor’s name irritated him?
Or was it when they synchronized their movements and endured exhaustion together?
Or perhaps when she wrote 172 scrolls to save him?
‘When did Namia become special to me?’
His memories kept drifting backward.
[So that’s why Your Highness wore such an amused expression throughout the trial. Because Namia Loapi arrived.]
No matter how far back he traced, she had always been special.
[Really? Then investigate the Loapi Barony more thoroughly. For the sake of my aide’s mental health and well-being, I suppose I should do this much.]
[That would require far too much effort compared to my mere curiosity….]
There was no helping it.
【No authority. Processor – Namia Loapi】
Every moment of bewilderment she bestowed upon him left an intense impression on his mind.
And so, in the end, beyond whether she saved him during the Dark Period….
[According to Article 34 of the Imperial Palace Civil Service Law, civil servants must obey their superiors’ work-related orders. Of course, according to Article 28 of the Imperial Palace Civil Service Law, interns must also fulfill their civil service duties within the scope of their granted authority. Kibon, as a new intern with document access rights in the Scroll Management Department, must comply with my orders. Furthermore, according to Article 4 of the Imperial Palace Civil Service Law, regular working hours are from 9 AM to 6 PM, and it is currently exactly 5:45:22 PM. Bringing parchment for scroll production is a legitimate work-related order, and since it is still working hours and you can still leave on time even if you bring it now, I kindly request you do so immediately.]
Perhaps from that very first moment of bewilderment, he could only have taken her into his sight.
‘Even if Namia hadn’t known the future, when I changed my appearance and entered the Scroll Management Department, I would have been entangled with her regardless….’
Kiaros chuckled softly as he thought.
‘No matter what conversation we have, no matter what situation we face, I could only have fallen for you.’
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“The Crown Prince fell for Namia, who was a low-ranking civil servant in the Scroll Production Department, from day one. He was just too oblivious to realize it for a long time, acting foolishly….”
“What? A civil servant? A ciiiiiivil servant?”
“Yeah. That girl was incredibly smart and loved being supported by others, so being Crown Princess suited her perfectly. Later, she even started ordering around the people from the Scroll Magic Department who used to be her superiors.”
“Wait. The Scroll Production Department or the Scroll Magic Department?”
As Aran asked, Esther, who had been speaking excitedly, let out a soft laugh.
“Does it matter? It’s already a future that’s been erased anyway. Thanks to me, you learned about Kiaros’s Dark Period, and now Biberus is preparing an assassination. According to the future I saw, we all die because of Kiaros.”
Esther continued with a giggle.
“Kiaros will strip us bare. He’s already suspicious of our organization members who have taken root in the Imperial Palace. We’ll be ruined soon.”
She was in such pain from the aftereffects of the experiment that she didn’t even notice Aran wasn’t responding.
“But if we kill Kiaros, we might achieve victory. It would be possible if we attack at exactly the right moment during the Dark Period. The Emperor will be ill, and Jayden is still young.”
“Wait, wait. Then what about the Crown Princess?”
“She won’t become Crown Princess, right? Since it showed she was in a romantic relationship during the Dark Period?”
Esther knew little about Kiaros’s romantic history.
From Jayden’s perspective, she could only learn what his older brother told her later.
That was when it happened.
“Ahhhhh! Eeeeek!”
Esther suddenly convulsed and began seizing. Simultaneously, the researchers came rushing in.
Watching the scene unfold, Aran exhaled in exasperation.
Why hadn’t she entered the Magic Tower and become a civil servant instead?
‘Well, objectively speaking, becoming Crown Princess is better than being a mage. Did she dream of Cinderella and enter the Imperial Palace? Did she inherit my confidence in her appearance?’
That wasn’t necessarily bad. But that future was on the verge of being destroyed by the Gaejofa Faction.
“Aran.”
Esther, mid-seizure, grabbed Aran’s arm.
“My son… please look after my son. When I die, he’ll want to leave here. Then Biberus will kill him.”
The thought of Esther’s death was unbearably sad. But Aran believed that some things simply couldn’t be done.
“But what could I possibly do about it… Once you enter, you can’t leave. That’s the rule.”
“It’s not a rule.”
Esther’s eyes gleamed with intensity as she tightened her grip on Aran’s arm.
“Biberus sent his own son overseas.”
“…What? I thought Biberus didn’t even remember his son’s name?”
“I suppose it came back to him when he was about to kill him. Even if he abandoned him without mercy, that’s still a parent’s heart, isn’t it?”
Esther spoke with bitter irony. Then she seized again, and the researchers pushed Aran out of the room.
Aran returned to her quarters and blinked blankly.
‘…What? Seriously?’
Biberus was always saying, “I’ve even forgotten my own son’s name.”
Yet now he was breaking the rules just to save that son alone…?
A few days later, Esther died. Her son, who had wanted to leave the Gaejofa Faction, also fell to Biberus’s hand. It happened before Aran could even lift a finger.
‘What is this.’
Aran thought this at the joint funeral of Esther and her son.
‘Biberus… what is this, really.’
The reason she had given little thought to Cedric and Namia all this time was because Biberus always said, “We are all people who abandoned our families and devoted ourselves to a better future.”
But if even Biberus broke the rules and granted himself special privileges…?
‘This is unfair.’
She thought blankly.
‘Now because of Biberus, my daughter loses the Crown Princess position? And he saved his own son by breaking the very rules he preaches?’
It was too precious a position to lose. Moreover.
[I’m worried about Namia. I’m truly fine myself, but I’m so concerned about our Namia…]
Cedric worried about Namia every day. But if she took the Crown Princess position, Cedric would have no need to worry about his daughter.
‘And wait. If she’s an Imperial Palace civil servant… she’s probably still one now, isn’t she?’
She couldn’t understand why she hadn’t entered the Magic Tower.
But one thing was certain. If war broke out while she remained outside the Magic Tower, civilians had a high probability of death.
‘Even Biberus’s son lives, so my daughter, a mage, absolutely cannot die.’
Aran furrowed her brow in contemplation.
‘After all the grueling hardship I endured to make this experiment succeed.’
In the end, the night after Esther’s funeral, she sought out Biberus.
“I want to undergo the experiment. The future must have changed. I need to know what it is.”
She had already given birth to Namia. It was impossible to know whether the experiment’s effects would manifest in Namia or in herself.
Still, it was better to undergo the experiment.
If she came to know the future, that would be its own blessing, and if Namia came to know it, she would surely find her own path forward.
“Is that so? Well, I’m curious about the changed future too. Whether we actually succeed or not….”
It was the day of Esther’s funeral, but Biberus was in high spirits over the experiment’s success.
“Everyone’s been holding back because of Esther’s death—this works out perfectly. Ah, the Dragon-kin’s blood is just enough for exactly one more experiment.”
And so Aran climbed onto the experimental table once more. It had been twenty-three years.
The results showed no effect on Aran again. Yet she could sense it instinctively.
‘Namia must have come to know the future.’

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