Young Master, Please Put Some Pants On! - Chapter 39

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Chapter 39

The nobles also feared becoming targets themselves and strengthened their manor security by increasing guards, but it was difficult to stop Revolity. Being mixed-bloods, they possessed both beastman senses and human abilities.

After spreading their evil deeds for a long ten years, Revolity eventually fell into a trap set by the Imperial Family and disappeared into history.

“But I can’t really trust what the King of Kendal says. Isn’t that old man making a fuss just another day for him? And you know how much worse discrimination against mixed-bloods became after the Revolity incident. Why would mixed-bloods, who are already struggling to survive, cause such trouble again for whose benefit?”

“But it’s still a possibility we can’t ignore. Besides, rumors that Revolity has been revived are already starting to spread in society.”

Kermanomon frowned and leaned back with his arms crossed. Mixed-bloods, who had already faced much discrimination, began to be ostracized by all of society once Revolity’s criminal acts were revealed.

They lost their jobs, received fearful and hateful stares wherever they went, and were even subjected to random violence from strangers. The parents of mixed-bloods faced the same treatment.

Since then, the number of mixed-bloods had been gradually decreasing, but they hadn’t disappeared entirely. That was the natural order of the world that no one could change.

“Has there been no damage within the Empire yet?”

“Right. One incident each in Kendal, Modnen, and Tarin. Since the neighboring kingdoms are being hit one after another, we’ll be next.”

Kermanomon recalled the report he had recently received from Noel. During his very brief visit to Count Benito’s Estate, he had sensed something suspicious.

‘Could it be that day too…’

However, Kermanomon soon shook his head. Count Benito wouldn’t have brought a mixed-blood of unclear identity into his manor, and Revolity only targeted nobles.

His friend and Garulus’s mother, Olivia Rokan, had held the title of baronet, but with her death, the title had been extinguished. Technically speaking, Garulus was now a commoner with no title, so there was no possibility of him becoming Revolity’s target.

‘But if I adopt Garulus as my son, the story would be different.’

If Revolity had truly been revived, now was not a good time. While Kermanomon was deep in serious contemplation, Persiana spoke with a grave attitude.

“It’s true that the Empire’s dominance has weakened considerably compared to hundreds of years ago. The surrounding kingdoms are also growing rapidly, and while the Empire currently rules the continent, no one knows how long this glory will last.”

“…”

“You won’t want to hear this, but a purebred beastman inheriting the throne has much greater significance than you think. My ascension to this position was also solely for the Empire’s sake.”

A bitter smile appeared on Persiana’s lips. He had to give up and lose many things to ascend to the throne, but he had never regretted that fact for even a moment. All his choices had been for the Empire’s glory.

“As your brother, I want to support your opinion. I know well how much responsibility and burden this position carries. But as the Emperor, I…”

Persiana clenched his hand that was resting on the armrest. Because he loved him so much, bringing up such topics was extremely painful.

“I must entrust this position to you. That’s what’s best for the Empire.”

“…”

Kermanomon couldn’t give any answer. However, he couldn’t reproach him either, as he could guess what feelings Persiana had when he spoke those words.

“I’m not talking about immediately. I’m still holding up well for now. Please don’t feel too burdened and think about it once more.”

“…Alright.”

Kermanomon, who had never budged despite any minister’s persuasion until now, answered in a low voice. He silently picked up his teacup and fell into deep thought.

Perhaps living his entire life for someone else’s sake was the fate given to him. And escaping from that fate might be impossible.

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“Do you like it?”

“Yes! I like it very much!”

“It was worth personally requesting it from the Magic Tower.”

The gift prepared by the Empress was moving insect models. Garulus seemed to truly love the gift, grinning widely as he busily followed the toys around. While Mellis was watching Garulus, Reiana suddenly spoke to her.

“You’re Garulus’s nanny, right? What is your name?”

“Ah, I’m Mellis Portier.”

“Hmm, Mellis. That’s a nice name.”

She nodded slightly and leisurely ate her cake. Mellis couldn’t understand why she, a nanny, was sitting across from the Empress having tea time together, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask anything.

“Actually, giving those two some time was just an excuse. I wanted to have a conversation with you, Mellis. I also have a favor to ask.”

“Me? You want something from me?”

Even at her question, Reiana didn’t give any particular answer. What business could the Empress possibly have with me? However, rather than getting straight to the point, Reiana casually brought up the story of Persiana and the postponed New Year festival, showing a carefree demeanor.

“Is His Majesty very unwell?”

“He’s gotten better since the last crisis. Still, I’m grateful that he’s recovered enough strength to attend the New Year festival.”

“It would be good if he recovered quickly…”

“Well, that’s impossible anyway.”

Mellis blinked in confusion at the Empress’s overly resolute attitude. To declare so definitively that recovery was impossible – even if the Emperor’s illness was incurable, it was a reaction that was hard to understand.

Reiana, who had been casually resting her chin on her hand, noticed Mellis’s reaction and raised her eyebrows curiously.

“Ah, right. You wouldn’t know.”

“Pardon?”

“Persiana isn’t sick. He’s dying because of Imprinting.”

“Imprinting…?”

“Among purebred beastmen, predators like us do something called ‘Imprinting.’ When we meet what’s commonly called a mate.”

“…”

“Once you imprint on someone, you have no choice but to follow that person for life. It becomes impossible to stop loving them by your own will – until the heart that has been engraved with that person stops beating, you cannot end that love.”

A love that cannot end until the heart stops beating. Mellis’s eyes sparkled and shone at such a romantic love story.

However, reading her expression, a bitter smile spread across Reiana’s lips.

“It would be wonderful if that were all there was to it, but it’s not such a pleasant story. It’s closer to a tragedy, actually.”

“A tragedy, you mean…?”

“Imprinting is a heavy vow to give your entire body and soul to the other person. Therefore, when a mate reaches the end of their lifespan, the remaining partner’s lifespan also rapidly shortens. It’s only natural, since the owner of their body and soul has disappeared.”

Shocked, Mellis carefully covered her mouth. To follow their mate’s lifespan. While ordinary beastmen’s lifespans don’t differ much from humans, purebred beastmen like the three of them were exceptions. The Empire’s first Emperor had even lived long enough to maintain imperial power for over three centuries.

At the same time, Mellis had one question.

‘But Her Majesty the Empress is still…’

Then a forgotten fact flashed through her mind. Emperor Persiana von de Villus had one imperial consort besides Empress Reiana de Villus. That was Lilia Devillus, a rabbit beastman.

However, Lilia Devillus had died just last year in an accident during childbirth. Since it was an incident where the Empire’s only imperial consort and the child who would have been the first prince died simultaneously, the tragic news spread across the entire Continent.

‘The imperial consort was His Majesty’s imprinting partner.’

Sitting across from Reiana, Mellis couldn’t easily guess what kind of reaction she should show. Though it was only briefly, the two people she had seen earlier looked very affectionate.

But to have to watch a spouse who had imprinted on someone else gradually dying from the aftereffects – no matter how she thought about it, that seemed like too painful a thing to endure.

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