The Low-Ranking Civil Servant Wants to Achieve Success - Chapter 203

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Special Side Story Episode 5
In the time that had passed, Kiaros became Emperor and Namia became Empress.
Since both had been steadily handling Imperial duties, their ascension felt entirely natural.
Exactly six months after Namia became Empress, the child born to them was a daughter.
“My goodness.”
Perhaps wanting to help with her mother’s work, the baby had been remarkably docile throughout the pregnancy.
Namia hadn’t experienced a single moment of morning sickness and delivered smoothly without any complications.
If pregnancy were always like this, she felt she could do it five times over.
Moreover, the baby remained exceptionally gentle even after birth. She ate well, slept well, and above all, she was in perfect health. Luca was delighted, remarking that “she’s developing exactly according to textbook standards.”
“Our little one is truly remarkable.”
Namia whispered to the baby.
“Never once making mother and father’s hearts skip a beat… growing exactly as we hoped.”
Kiaros agreed, his voice thick with emotion.
“She didn’t need to be this perfect, yet she’s already developing exactly as we wished. I’m truly grateful.”
But hearing those words, Fedwin shrugged his shoulders.
“Don’t say such things carelessly.”
He muttered, having raised two sons of his own.
“Children are truly precious, but you never know when they’ll exceed their parents’ expectations.”
On the surface, both Kiaros and Jayden had been exceptionally perfect sons.
Kiaros, who had been raised as “the Empire’s future,” went without saying, and Jayden too was outwardly a lovely and precocious child.
But Jayden had caused quite a scandal years ago due to his conflict with Fron.
And Kiaros had put his father through the most grueling ride imaginable when he chased after Namia.
“But that’s a matter for the distant future. She’ll likely fall in love with another man someday.”
Utterly smitten with his daughter, Kiaros heard the advice only half-heartedly.
“Until then, I’ll savor this time to the fullest.”
Fedwin shrugged his shoulders.
Even a dragon couldn’t know when ‘that time’ would come.
In any case, the baby grew splendidly, and Namia and Kiaros were happy.
True to her word, once the baby was old enough to travel, Namia showed her daughter to her family.
“Ah…”
Namia’s Father, Cedric, accepted the baby with tears streaming down his face.
“I remember… I remember when I first held Namia.”
Beside him, Namia’s Mother, Aran, kept her head bowed as she sniffled.
Since Namia hadn’t properly held her herself before sending her to Cedric, she felt ashamed of her own conduct.
Now, having matured somewhat, she continued to glance at the baby while wiping away tears, but she maintained her silence—something unthinkable from her former self.
And the Tower Master…
“Look at this glittering golden hair. Truly radiant like the sun itself.”
Had completely revised her tastes after meeting the baby.
“Those crimson eyes are like rubies. Should I replace all the jewels adorning the Magic Tower with rubies? Such intense eyes—the most beautiful in the world. Don’t you think? Hmm?”
The baby had been born with the same golden hair and crimson eyes as Kiaros.
They said the Tower Master broke out in hives at the mere sight of Imperial Family blonde hair, yet the baby had completely cured him of his chronic affliction.
“So….”
The Tower Master gazed at the infant with enchanted eyes, murmuring softly.
“Her name is Rose?”
“Yes.”
Kiaros nodded.
“Rose Polariud.”
The Tower Master’s expression soured.
“Tsk, isn’t that name a bit too plain for an Imperial Princess? Besides, it seems rather common.”
“It holds deep meaning for my wife and me.”
Kiaros answered patiently to the Tower Master, who seemed determined to find fault from the start.
“I spent considerable time deliberating over it.”
The rose symbolized passion.
When he first met Namia, she seemed devoid of enthusiasm for anything.
A low-ranking civil servant brimming with extraordinary talent yet so broken by circumstance that she’d forgotten what passion even felt like.
He still remembered her eyes then—dimmed as though her inner flame had been extinguished.
But now Namia’s eyes always sparkled with radiance.
Kiaros loved that brilliance more than anything else. It meant her life no longer carried that suffocating helplessness.
He hoped his daughter would never know what it felt like to limp through each day with broken wings, as Namia once had….
Yet he would never forget those days when Namia murmured, “I have no such passion.”
Even in that state, she had captivated him completely.
“Whatever talents this child discovers, whatever she loves… I will protect that passion.”
Kiaros had loved Rose from the moment she drew her first breath.
“I will ensure she is not bound by the constraints of Imperial blood.”
“Tsk, tsk.”
The Tower Master sighed and shook her head.
“The father is far too serious…. Well, this should be entertaining. Come visit the Magic Tower often, Rose. Understood?”
That evening.
As they left the Magic Tower, Kiaros sighed deeply to himself, thinking, ‘Ah, the Tower Master and I truly are incompatible,’ careful that Namia wouldn’t hear.
The conscientious Kiaros and the utterly irresponsible Tower Master were fundamentally at odds from the beginning.
“Rose! Rose!”
Upon returning to the Imperial Palace, Jayden, Fedwin, and Fron came rushing forward in competition.
“Rose!”
After their travels, everyone had agreed that ‘Jayden’s adolescence had finally begun,’ but Rose’s birth restored harmony to the household.
Everyone’s hearts melted before the cooing infant.
Jayden especially seized every opportunity to shake a rattle for Rose, grinning from ear to ear.
It was a pure smile rarely seen on an adolescent boy.
“Rose, Rose! Peekaboo, peekaboo! Blablablablabla! Peekaboo!”
Jayden skillfully cradled the giggling Rose, playing with her affectionately.
Watching the scene, Kiaros gently placed his hand on Namia’s shoulder.
Even within the Imperial Palace, surrounded by family, there had been times when I calculated only the moments I would need to be absent.
But that emotion had long since faded into obscurity.
Because she was always by my side—my chosen family, Namia—and….
“Isn’t it wonderful?”
She too spoke of happiness with sparkling eyes.
“Yes, it truly is.”
To be honest, this happiness was not what I had anticipated.
I had never imagined I could live a life so overwhelming and joyful.
With the premonition that such radiant days would continue to unfold before me, and that I would remain this happy, I tightened my embrace around Namia.
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Three years later.
Namia was pregnant with their second child. Rose had already turned three.
With her blonde hair in a high ponytail, Rose was undeniably an adorable child. Even Jayden’s adolescent moodiness couldn’t withstand the baby’s lisp.
“She’s going to be the most beautiful Empress in history.”
Kiaros sighed with anxiety.
“Just looking at her, suitors are bound to flock in droves. What am I going to do? I’m already worried.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I won’t approve of any of them.”
“But we haven’t received a single marriage proposal yet?”
“It’s already a foregone conclusion.”
Namia giggled, glancing between her husband and daughter. The thought that her beloved family would soon grow by one more filled her with boundless happiness.
“I love you, Namia.”
Kiaros whispered as he watched Rose waddle after Jayden.
“Thank you for giving me such happiness. I’m truly grateful every single day.”
Jayden handed Rose a sketchbook and crayons. Rose grasped the crayons with excitement and began to scribble.
“Yes.”
Namia murmured with a faint yawn. Unlike her first pregnancy, drowsiness came frequently with the second.
“Me too.”
That was when it happened.
A brilliant flash erupted from Rose’s sketchbook. Namia and Kiaros jolted to their feet in shock.
“W-what is this?”
Even Jayden tumbled backward in surprise.
“Sparkle, sparkle!”
Only Rose giggled with delight as she drew on the sketchbook once more with her crayon. When she tore the roughly drawn scribbled paper, brilliant flashes erupted again with a pop.
“Pretty! It’s so pretty!”
Namia and Kiaros stood with their mouths agape.
Right now… a three-year-old child… no matter how simple the form… had created a Scroll by herself….
In that moment, the face of the Tower Master flashed through Kiaros’s mind.
He imagined how delighted the Tower Master would be, how much she would insist on early education… and simultaneously, Fedwin’s words came to mind.
[Children are truly precious, but you never know when they’ll exceed their parents’ expectations.]
Rose accomplished that at three years old.
Namia and Kiaros, who had been staring at Rose with dumbfounded expressions, eventually locked eyes with each other and burst into laughter.
Even when life threw unexpected things at me like this, as long as I was with Namia, everything seemed like it would be fine.
Just as I had told Jayden when we first learned we were having a child.
In that moment, Kiaros realized something profound: happiness wasn’t about good things happening endlessly, but rather about being able to accept the unexpected with grace.
Of course, if the Tower Master heard this, she would jump up and down, insisting, “What do you mean this isn’t a good thing!”
― Special Side Story Episode 2 Complete ―

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