Tia’s Smooth Life After Regression - Chapter 123

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Tiya’s Smooth Regression Life

Chapter 123

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Prince’s Palace.

The urgent sound of Karsein, the palace’s owner, running echoed through the corridor.

Heading to his personal bedroom located in the deepest part of the palace, he roughly threw open the bedroom door.

In that place where even the Prince’s exclusive attendant couldn’t enter freely, there was already a visitor.

“Uncle!”

Count Montes, who had occupied the royal bedroom, welcomed the Prince as if greeting a guest in his own home.

However, the Prince spoke first before Count Montes could open his mouth.

“Did you know that His Majesty intends to lift the northern blockade order?”

Light wrinkles appeared on the Count’s brow.

Even though it was the Prince’s personal space, this wasn’t a conversation to have without closing the door.

“Did I not tell you to always be mindful of your surroundings?”

“I’ve made sure attendants don’t wander around my bedroom, so it’s fine. More importantly, please answer me. Is His Majesty really going to lift the northern blockade order?”

Karsein asked with a face red as if he had been wronged.

Finally, the Count answered only after personally closing the bedroom door.

“There was no direct mention, but I believe so. Since the Pope personally poured divine power into the Palantio being sent north to cure the plague, the epidemic will subside soon.”

They had been complacent because the current Pope was not active in external affairs.

But upon learning that the Palantio infused with divine power as a symbol of the envoy was immediately effective, he acted even setting aside the doctrine that divine power should only be used on people.

Given this situation, the Emperor had no choice but to actively step forward for the people’s sentiment.

“By the way, where did you hear that the Emperor intends to lift the blockade order?”

For him too, it was merely speculation based on the Emperor’s words and actions at the Imperial Council.

But how could the Prince, who had not yet earned the right to attend the Imperial Council, know this fact?

The Prince clicked his tongue low and answered.

“I heard it during tea time with Her Majesty the Empress. She told me directly.”

If the information came from the Empress’s mouth, it was as good as a fait accompli.

Then the lifting of the blockade order was now in its final countdown.

Karsein confronted his uncle, who was pressing his brow with a troubled expression.

“Didn’t you guarantee, Uncle? That they would never be able to develop a cure.”

The Count’s gaze unconsciously checked the entrance. It was fortunate that he had closed the door earlier.

Otherwise, because of Karsein’s loose tongue, he would have had to kill all the servants of the Prince’s palace without a trace once again.

The Count scolded his nephew quite sternly.

“How many times have I warned you not to act rashly?”

“I’ve already said this many times too. Not even a mouse wanders around this area.”

The Prince met the Count’s gaze with rather rebellious eyes.

He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it started, but Karsein had begun to respond rebelliously to his words like this.

Was it natural rebelliousness that arose as his head grew bigger?

“And from now on, wait for me in the reception room, not the bedroom. This is my personal space where others shouldn’t enter freely.”

Or was someone planting useless words in that dull head?

It was probably the latter.

And it was most likely the work of Anaël, that cunning one.

There was already a precedent where she had provoked him with her words, causing him to question whether he was being used for revenge.

The innocent Empress was still regularly calling the Prince and Princess for tea time under the pretext of royal family harmony.

It seemed that Anaël’s words from those tea times had upset his nephew.

The Count was someone who used the stick rather than the carrot when dealing with people, but…

“How disappointing, Karsein.”

Only his nephew was an exception.

The Count patted the Prince’s shoulder and continued.

“Calling us strangers. Now, look to your right.”

The Prince’s head unconsciously followed the Count’s gesture.

The ornately crafted full-length mirror on the right wall reflected the two men’s figures.

Prince Karsein and Count Montes, both with deep blue hair signifying the bloodline of the Harman royal family.

Though the Count’s hair was more grizzled, the two men’s appearances were strikingly similar, like father and son.

“You really resemble my sister Audrey. I think it’s fortunate that you, Karsein, resemble Audrey more than the Emperor. When I miss Audrey, I can ease my longing by looking at the most precious legacy she left behind.”

When his mother was mentioned, the wrinkles between the Prince’s irritated brows smoothed out.

“Karsein. Look in the mirror and tell me. Are we really strangers?”

Though the Prince’s expression was still sullen, it wasn’t as rebellious as before.

Seizing that moment, the Count embraced the Prince’s shoulders and concluded firmly.

“You and I are ‘real’ family, aren’t we?”

“…I understand what you mean, Uncle.”

Finally, the Prince’s face completely relaxed. Soon he turned to the Count and asked.

“But what is the legacy my mother left? Is there another legacy you haven’t told me about?”

“…I’m talking about you.”

The Count barely managed to answer, feeling his head throb.

He had momentarily forgotten that he shouldn’t use unnecessary metaphors or difficult vocabulary in front of his nephew.

‘Don’t tell me he didn’t understand my advice all this time because he doesn’t know what “acting rashly” means.’

Just as his head was aching from this quite plausible reasoning.

“That aside, isn’t there any way to prevent the lifting of the northern blockade order?”

The conversation had come full circle back to the starting point.

It seemed the Prince had received quite a lot of information from the Empress during this tea time, as he continuously voiced his complaints.

“Count Valoz is really lucky. Who would have thought such weeds would be the cure for the plague? I heard he made quite a profit from this incident.”

“Yes, I was just thinking how ridiculously lucky he is.”

The Count stroked his chin and fell into thought for a moment.

As he had boasted to the Prince, he had guaranteed that they wouldn’t be able to easily develop a cure for the envoy’s plague.

Because, as some had noticed, this plague was not a naturally occurring disaster, but a man-made calamity created by a mage’s hand.

The Count had someone release that purple calamity, which had been trapped in a bottle, into the North’s water source.

Even the one who created the disease didn’t know what was needed for the cure, so how on earth did Count Valoz…

It was at that moment of thinking.

A twisted smile formed on the Count’s lips.

“Luck doesn’t necessarily belong to the Count alone.”

“What did you say?”

“It’s nothing. I’ll handle this matter, so just trust this uncle of yours. I’ll definitely place the crown on your head.”

Though he had failed in spreading a deadly epidemic in the North to weaken their military power, at least through this incident he could get rid of the thorn in his side, Count Valoz.

Then the Count gazed at the Prince’s blue hair.

“Are you using me for revenge against the Kingdom of Harman, Uncle?”

“Yes. I won’t say there’s no such reason at all.”

When the Prince had asked that before, he had agreed, but in truth, his desire to place the crown on his nephew’s head wasn’t because of revenge for his homeland.

“Brother. I don’t want this engagement. This imperial palace is a lonely place, but it can’t compare to unfamiliar imperial land.”

“Because there…”

Everything was for Audrey, that poor child.

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