Reincarnated Young Lady Aims to Be an Adventurer - Volume 8 Chapter 127
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“Now, then. Return to us His Majesty,” Old man Sieg said to Schneider, bluntly. He talked to him as if he thought of Schneider as nothing but a brat.
“Yes, well. In due time.”
“Now.”
Schneider raised an eyebrow. “A bit impatient, aren’t you?”
“You can cut that out! Unlike the Lord, I don’t trust a single thing from the likes of you. Return him immediately. According to the Lord, when you stole him away, you did it without pause. It goes without saying, you should return him in the same fashion.”
Schneider shrugged, then closed his eyes and recited some sort of incantation. Within seconds, magic imbued with overwhelming horror could be felt drawing near.
Boom! Tarl had touched down, and on his back was the king, slumped over with eyes closed and wrapped tightly in a blanket.
“Father!” Gardner shouted, and began to run towards the steps at the rear of the battlefield.
From a distance, the king appeared to bear no external injuries.
“Well, then, Maribelle-san, can I ask you to officially announce the results? You’ll say that Trundle has won 3 to 0 and that the king, without question, shall be handed over to them. After all, Maribelle-san, you are a righteous person. You wouldn’t break a promise, would you?”
Maribelle sighed, “Aw, seriously? Why did we have to lose? I was counting on us destroying them, being worshipped by everyone, and having someone like Schneider confess their love to me… Ah, whatever! Who needs a useless king like that, anyway! Okay, everyone! As promised, the king will be returned. Take good care of him!”
Maribelle fluttered her hands about.
Tarl, using his wind magic as a cushion, gently and respectfully lowered the king to the ground.
From the stands came two caped men… With their imposing statures, Gil and Matt leaped down. Sieg directed them, gesturing with his chin, and they ran to the king’s side. It seemed they first went to hold him up between them, but Gil shook his head to Matt, and Gil took the king in his arms to bring him over. The king was apparently emaciated enough to be carried easily by a single person.
Schneider said, “But what happens now that the king has been returned? Who will look after him? Surely, Trundle shouldn’t protect him. Despite physically distancing themselves far away from the kingdom, it’s quite possible that Trundle’s efforts have all been a ruse to take control of the king and his throne. After all, they’re used to supporting someone in need of nursing and bodyguarding. In any case, is Gardner even capable of offering a restful place for an idle king?”
Schneider was asking obtuse questions. If only he himself would have stayed out of it, there would be no need for bodyguarding, would there?
Gardner, who had run onto the battlefield, trembled in rage upon hearing those words. Cecil, who had chased him there, appeared troubled and strained. I could only sigh deeply.
“…You don’t need to trouble yourself with Trundle’s situation,” I said.
“Oh, really. How truly considerate of you, Serafiona,” said Schneider.
“I’ll do it… I’ll look after him,” Gil said quietly but decisively, holding His Majesty the king in his arms.
“Gilbert,” Sieg said, raising an eyebrow, “You…”
Gil gently readjusted the king in his right arm, and with his left, he pulled back the hood covering his head.
“Huh?”
Standing there was undoubtedly the Gil who had always watched over me. And yet, his hair was not jet black as my own, anymore… it was shining gold, layered casually, and his pupils were blue. Both traits were those of royalty.
There was a buzzing from the elderly onlookers in the stands. For some reason, Marquis Bach’s mutterings reached my ears. “…king’s older brother, His Highness Gilbert…”
“You’re Gil-san… right?”
“Serafi… Yeah, it’s me. All this trouble… is us royalty’s fault, and I’m sorry. I’m this guy’s… His Highness’s older brother. Originally, I was to be king. But during previous battles, I lost an eye, and for some reason, not even the enemy, but… our allies refused it. They said a one-eyed man wasn’t fit to be king, and the succession was shifted to Thomas.”
The Royal house had been at war since previous generations, it seemed.
“I gave up my drive to fight, in vain. I thought that if I left the scene, things would calm down, and so I disappeared. With my parents’ connections and my relationship with Trundle, I was able to leave the royal household.”
The previous king and Gainz were master and servant. One can change their appearances quite easily through learned magic. However, since one is constrained by their innate level of magic, it can be tough if that level is low. It is indeed a great transgression to impersonate a golden-haired, blue pupil member of royalty, but there is no issue with doing the reverse. After all, why would anyone want to slip out of their royal appearance?
“If only I didn’t exist, I had thought, this guy would be the sole heir. I never thought he’d be drugged and made into a puppet…” Gil said, and gently caressed his brother’s cheek.
“I will protect Thomas,” Gil said with eyes filled with determination, “I will uphold all that he has had to thus far.”
“Can we take that as an acceptance of the throne?” a dignified voice from the stands called out. Despite donning a black hood like a badge of honor, the speaker stood out, as if crackling with electricity. It was obvious who he was.[Read this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at the “Novel Multiverse dot com” website @ novelmultiverse.com]
“A yet immature Serafiona held up Trundle herself. I need to step up, too. Thomas is still… viable. But, I am the true heir.”
“W-wait just a moment! It’s true that Lord Gilbert is, as His Highness is, of highborn blood. However, the government is not endowed through blood. It is endowed through background. How could a dirtball explorer like you take the throne?”
The prime minister was being unfair and was speaking out far too late. I needed to overrule him.
“Gwah!” I cried out, “Prime minister, Gilbert-san is an S rank, did you know? Of Trundle Guild! You need to reeducate yourself.” Did he not understand that becoming an S rank was even harder than becoming a king? Becoming an S rank required concentrated knowledge and martial ability in one field, and was impossible without intense ambition. I, of course, still had a long way to go.
“Thomas, a puppet, has been governing as king thus far. I see no reason why I couldn’t manage it. Hmm, and Michael, I have no ambitions to govern alone. I plan to consider my advisors’ opinions. I will put the national interest first, of course. Anyway, I have a superior mind. Clark! Come here!”
Someone I had met various times before, but one who’d I never expected to meet here was present.
“Wait… father?” Cecil asked, shocked.
“Father!” Alma-chan cried out loudly.
Suddenly, Alma’s dad had appeared behind Gil with a very concerned expression and kneeled.
“We, in this day and age, know of no other man who can measure up to this man’s prowess. He is truly a prodigy, in both battle and wit. Though they were the same age, he gave up all of his rights as the first in line, only to be left with nothing. The younger brother bowed to no one but Clark McGregor. He suddenly left the house of the marquis and willfully and selfishly conducted experiments all day, every day. I became frustrated and took him.”
“It can’t be…” the head of the imperial horsemen, staring dumbfounded at the father he had scorned all this time.
“And as for another man I grew up with, the Count Granzeus. He is a prodigy, too, and yet he hides it… I want you to aid us, as well. You and I…” he laughed, “We completely agree in what we choose to love.”
Gil looked at me and smiled elegantly. Elegantly!?
The frown on the black-caped father’s face was completely understandable.
“I am no longer bound by duty to the throne. I relinquish my position of Minister of Finance.”
Father’s voice rang out from the stands, “Lord Granzeus! Please wait!” Knowing that the country’s finances were with Papan was a cause for panic, the conservative old men murmured in a disturbance.
“…We offered to you our bachelorette, our prized flower, Serafiona. I believe that warrants plenty of obligation, no?”
“I’ll have you refrain from uttering my wife’s name so lightly. My wife came to me on her own accord. She is a headstrong wife, who can’t be forced into anything against her will.”
It was all becoming clear, now. The last king and old man Gainz were close friends. Their children were similar in age, so they had them play together at a young age, intending them to be married one day. Poor Gil… I wondered if Papan felt guilty. I had never heard Gil vent about anyone, or even speak ill of someone. He never even stopped me from involving myself with him. It’s true that I was afraid of the title of “sorcerer”, though.
I understood now why Gil sometimes disciplined me harshly as if I were his child and often spoiled me, too. He really did consider me his own daughter.
“Prince Gilbert of the kingdom of Judor, this way please.”
A holy woman had come down to the battlefield and beckoned. Gil handed His Highness to Alma’s dad and strode boldly to the holy woman and knelt before her.
After whispering an incantation inaudibly, Kakusan presented her with holy water, which she gently sprinkled upon Gil’s head.
“God watches over the current king and recognizes his abdication. Rise, Gilbert, as the new king!”
He was no longer a regent, but a king. Ellis stood by at the exit.
“…I am honored, and glad.”
Gil… King Gilbert rose quietly and swept his steely gaze at all around him. The hardened S rank active duty adventurer’s intensity extinguished all his naysayers’ energy, and they cowered into their chairs, mouths opening and closing in awe.
The ex-king opened his eyes.
“I’m sorry… Rest, now,” said Alma’s father, and patted his cheek. He looked upon the friend in his arms and grimaced.
The new king turned swiftly towards us.
“His Majesty the previous king will need to recover. As you know, I belong to no faction, and I have no supporters. No one has anything to accuse me of, for I have turned a blind eye to politics in the past.”
The stadium grew silent.
“Good, then. I will forget all that occurred before I became king. All that matters is the now. From here on out, upon considering your opinions, I will make all decisions. If you have any constructive comments, bring them to me without hesitation. I will use them without regard for myself.”
“And now, I will announce my first order. Leader of Trundle, Serafiona!”
“Yes.”
I walked up to Gil, stiffly. I have no qualms with kneeling for Gil… or do I? Am I being too old-fashioned?
Gil met eyes with me for but a second and smiled sadly. King Gilbert faced the crowd yet again.
“The royal house of Judor fell victim to the threat of Trundle. This was due to when it was vowed by contract that ‘Trundle would be the vanguard of the kingdom of Judor, stand in allegiance with it, and if Trundle’s rights were ever to be infringed upon, they would become independent.’ Because of the actions of the royal house, “Elza Trundle”, with unparalleled might and a vast array of under-utilized weaponry were free to defy Judor’s command. Of course, they understandably did. And so, Trundle broke apart from Judor. I pray now, for I believe we need to establish an agreeable relationship.”
I knew nothing about this… There was a contract? Gil… Was he saying that the quarrel between us and the royal house was something Schneider could free us from?
“Serafi, you, whom I love, I would hate to make you resent me,” a voice so soft that it could only reach my ears said.
It’s not Gil’s fault… he, too, has suffered from Grandma, his parent figure, being harmed and also from being estranged… He’s taking responsibility. Because he has royal duties.
And… this was more evidence of his parental affection. I had to be responsible, too.
Oh, will there be another time when I can jump into Gil’s arms again and tell him that I love him? I doubt that wish will be fulfilled. After all, Gil is king now. If only we could go back to Being. Just. Adventurers…
Alma’s dad handed the new king a large number of red sheets of paper. Of course, he came prepared. King Gilbert let his magic flow, and hundreds of red, slender birds flew forth.
I took a deep breath, and after pausing for a moment, I raised my voice.
“It was for this very moment that Trundle declared independence from the kingdom. I pray we never need to doubt our service again. Of course, if your kingdom never threatens Trundle, we will never become enemies again. Judor is like a home to me, and I pray for good relations between us. And I am to be wed to Gale. Let Trundle be aligned with Gale, as well.”
It’s not that I don’t fear growing up. And yet, I’ve got to do it! I have to! Lu licked my face as I bit my lip.
“A new king! How could the land be relinquished so easily!” cried Marquis Baasu.
“Trundle has always been a rugged land of mountains and forest and was never a source of crops for us. Only the strong can survive there. They wouldn’t supply us with troops we could put to work for us, either. It can be said that through their goodwill and inertia, they didn’t move in on Judor. And yet, Elza was offended. Schenider is from the royal house of Judor. Can you not see how he became an enemy? If we don’t smooth things over now, the losses will only grow more severe. No one is dumb enough to misunderstand that fact. It must be done.”
“Trundle – consistently dealing in danger, huh?”
“But it is a great forest, you know. Well, I don’t have to tell you that, right? I’m sure Gil-chan will keep that a secret. Right, Sera-chama?”
Without a doubt.
[Sera]
Ash’s voice reverberates from the heavens.
“Upon the previous king, there are scars… remains of every conceivable healing magic. Tarl’s magic, too. Unfortunately, none of it worked…”
“I see…”
They gazed upon Schneider, who was listening to Maribelle’s report with a suspicious smile upon his face.[Read this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at the “Novel Multiverse dot com” website @ novelmultiverse.com]
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