Children of the Holy Emperor Chapter 130

§ 130. Oracle (4)

In the Emperor’s office, the chief chamberlain and administrative officials were having a serious meeting together from the morning.

“What on earth is this?”

“It was sent as a gift from the prince, so it is probably not an ordinary item.”

What they were surrounded by was an eye patch contained in a small box.

The white rabbit-shaped eye patch had cute eyes and mouths delicately embroidered on it. Of course, the problem was that no one would recognize that it was a character product.

“It’s a big deal. “I have to find the answer and tell you before His Majesty comes to stay here.”

As Lewis rubbed his chin with a serious expression, young administrator Dorian gave an acceptable answer.

“I think it’s probably something like a folk craft from the Barsha tribesmen. “I heard His Majesty Owen is interacting with Volanta these days, right?”

“Hmm… … .”

It did not receive much consensus from the left. For something made by southern pagans, the materials are of high quality and the finish is really neat. It must have been custom-made by a reputable clothing store.

Then, one of the administrative priests opened his mouth with a slightly strange look on his face.

“That’s strange. I don’t know what this embroidery means, but somehow, looking at it, I feel like my heart is tickling and pounding. “Isn’t it kind of cute?”

Then the others were startled and took a step back from the blindfold.

“Is it [Charm]?”

“Is it an arrhythmia?”

“Maybe it’s a magical item!”

A very nervous priest was about to give a blessing by putting on an eye patch.

“What are they doing now?”

“… your majesty!”

Everyone bowed their heads towards Seonghwang, who quickly entered the office.

Seeing the priest holding a sutra in one hand and a rosary with the god’s symbol engraved in the other, the Holy Emperor seemed to have roughly guessed the situation. He looked down for a moment at the box surrounding his audience and nodded.

“Don’t worry. I can’t feel the magic. “It’s just a product of the normal world.”

Phew. Administrative officials heaved a sigh of relief.

I don’t know where the normal world your Majesty spoke of is, but it’s not particularly dangerous.

“okay. “You mean Owen sent it as a birthday present?”

Seonghwang tilted his head in thought for a while, as if trying to understand the deep meaning of his godson who had sent him such an unknown object.

And finally the conclusion he came to.

“I’m worried. It looks like that kid has been on the front line too long. “It is time for him to return to the imperial capital.”

“… … .”

It appears that Owen showed a temporary loss of judgment due to fatigue accumulated at the front.

“Anyway, it’s pretty cute to look at, isn’t it? “First of all, since I have sent you my sincerity, I would like to decorate it somewhere.”

As a result, the cute rabbit eye patch ended up hanging on one side of the wall in Seonghwang’s office.

* * *

That evening, Seongjin prepared to go out for the first time in a long time.

As I was slowly putting on my coat while being attended to by Edith, Masain, who was waiting next to me, smiled brightly and said,

“The gathering of the Scarzzapino minors is well-known as a social gathering place for promising Confucius. The young people who will carry the future of Delcross will exchange stories with unique and sharp insights, right? “I’m really looking forward to it!”

He seemed unusually excited, as if he were attending.

It’s not that it’s not, but the prince who was confined to Jinju Palace and only trained was finally doing something social. I thought it was okay since they didn’t say anything, but I guess Masain was secretly worried.

“Well, wouldn’t it be okay to just chat?”

Seongjin only wanted to punish the guy named Scarzapino, and he didn’t have much expectations about the meeting itself.

Is there anything else for a group of energetic young people to do when they sit together?

Since this is a world without idols, wouldn’t there be gossip about actresses on Rue Bertrand and reviews of famous Cortisans? At least it won’t have the serious atmosphere of the debate that Lord Masain envisions.

But Masain’s thoughts were a little different.

“It is a place where high-ranking priests, central nobles, and wealthy sons of the upper class gather. Even during simple chats, there is bound to be information exchanged. “You will probably be able to feel the overall social and economic trends of Delcross just by spending time there.”

“okay?”

“Yes, and when I heard about it, I heard that small performances are sometimes held on stage. It is said that the continent’s most famous bards and performers will be invited, so it will be a great help in building various knowledge.”

“Hmm… … .”

It may be worth taking note of these words from Sir Martha, who received the best education as a young grandson.

It was okay up to that point. The problem was that just as Seongjin was about to get into the carriage, fierce Edith said something without thinking about it.

“Is Lord Martha going with you today? “Usually, you used to go alone and quietly.”

“… Alone without an escort?”

“Yes, you always travel alone in the carriage.”

Masain seemed greatly shocked. He asked again in a trembling voice.

“… “I was leaving the imperial palace, but there was no escort until now?”

Although it was clearly visible that her excited mood suddenly plummeted, Edith, who was oblivious, nodded and answered innocently.

“Yes, it’s just a visit to the townhouse. “It’s the Scarzzapino family’s mansion, so why would you need an escort?”

“… … !”

Masain’s pupils shake violently.

He got into the carriage with a stiff face. And even as the carriage left the imperial palace and ran along the main street, he kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

‘If you touch it even slightly, it will explode… … .’

In the uncomfortable silence, Seongjin caught a glimpse of him. Although he was sitting quietly in his seat, Masain’s face was not even red or blue right now.

Wow, I wonder if this is going to be a group rally of resident knights tomorrow.

Scarcepino, known as the wealthiest family in Delcross, had its main mansion in the imperial capital like other central nobles.

However, it is known that he mainly stays in a separate townhouse for convenience, and he owns several of the largest houses in the area and uses them as if they were several outbuildings.

The place where this social gathering was held is also one of those outbuildings.

Upon arriving at the mansion, surrounded by bright lights that stood out even from afar, an older man who appeared to be a butler came out to greet Seongjin.

He seemed momentarily taken aback by the completely changed appearance of the prince and the presence of a sturdy knight standing next to him.

However, like an experienced employee, he quickly controlled his expression and bowed his head politely.

“I meet His Majesty Prince Mores. “The little master has been eagerly awaiting your visit.”

And instead of giving guidance, Deacon Noh silently stared at Masain, who was trying to catch up behind Seongjin, and gave him a hint.

“What kind of rudeness is this… … .”

“Sir Martha.”

Seongjin stopped Masain, who was giving off a ferocious momentum as if he was about to rush at him at any moment.

“I’m fine, so don’t worry, just wait here.”

Meanwhile, carriages carrying other Confucius also began to arrive one after another.

It was only then that Masain’s face softened a little when he saw the Confucius being led into the mansion alone without an escort.

Even so, they had often been sparring with each other recently, and Masain had also felt the prince’s unusual fighting ability to some extent. Seongjin, who has now entered the 7th level of full Auror, feels that his energy is not light at all.

but.

“Sir, if anything happens, you must definitely let me know! Do you understand?”

Nanny Geunseong didn’t go anywhere, so Masain held on to Seongjin and made a new request to the extent that it was embarrassing for the old butler to see.

Wow, you idiot. Do it in moderation. If something really happens, will I have time to tell you?

After breaking up with Masain, Seongjin was barely able to enter the mansion.

However, Seongjin, who had been following the old butler for a while, soon noticed something strange. This is because he guided Seongjin towards a dark hallway leading to a narrow staircase, not the main entrance of the banquet hall where other Confucius entered.

I glanced at him, but the old butler just had a calm expression on his face, as if he had always done so.

[Hmm, blood pressure and pulse are both normal? He doesn’t look particularly nervous.]

The demon lord whispers.

Seongjin also felt tense, but there was no sign of anything around him other than the occasional workers passing by.

‘It really seems like it’s always been like this?’

Actually, I thought it was strange that the prince, who was famous for being an insufferable asshole, would attend a mainstream gathering. Maybe it wasn’t a normal visit.

“Well then, have a nice time.”

Eventually, Seongjin arrived at a small rest area on the second floor. It was like an open balcony inside, overlooking the brightly lit banquet hall at a glance.

On the other hand, it seemed like it would be hard to see this side from outside, perhaps because of the dim lighting.

Seongjin sat in a small armchair next to the railing and looked around. No matter how much you look at it, it’s a space where there’s nothing to do other than observe the banquet hall.

‘… Are you sure you were just watching the meeting here? really?’

What on earth was this crazy guy, Mores, doing? The more you know, the more his actions become incomprehensible.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall was getting quite lively.

On one side, there is a long table with refreshments, alcohol, and finger foods, and in the center, an exotic bard with slightly darker skin is singing a gentle song.

And quite a number of young people were gathered in small groups and chatting in a free atmosphere.

‘what… It’s more convenient than being down there laughing hahaha and forming useless friendships.’

[Huh, I guess someone is a reclusive loner who only practices training.]

‘shut up!’

Since I had nothing else to do, I was just looking around with my arm on the railing without any motivation, when I suddenly felt someone’s gaze.

And Seongjin, who turned his head towards his gaze, immediately recognized him.

Archduke Sigismund, Orden.

The guy is looking up at exactly where Seongjin is. He sensed a presence from afar.

He also frowned as if he immediately recognized Seongjin, but then he turned his head away without pretending to know, probably because he realized that Seongjin’s situation was delicate.

There were a lot of Confucius with quite active Auras gathered around him.

At Salon de Mercy, Seongjin made fun of him, saying he had celebrity disease, but looking at him now, it seems he is definitely a celebrity. Looking at the flushed faces talking to me here and there, I remembered Masain’s words that he was like an idol to his martial arts children.

‘With that guy, it’s definitely strange that he isn’t invited to mainstream gatherings… … .’

As I observed the banquet hall, there were several other people who stood out besides Orden. Those who become the focal point of the conversation group and are looked at with envy.

Looking at the five-colored, colorful clothes over there, they are probably children of the upper class or wealthy people. One chubby man who laughs a lot is the main member of the group.

And over here, a neatly dressed young man who somehow reminds me of Kenneth Diggory is passionately saying something to the people around him.

As I was roughly assessing the atmosphere, someone spoke up from behind Seongjin.

“It’s a heartwarming sight any time you see it. There is something special that only young people of that age can see. Each of us contains a small spark that is ready to burn brightly at any time. “Isn’t the possibility truly dazzling?”

When I turned around, I saw a rather tall-looking young man walking towards me with a smile on his face. Her eyes, which appear dark blue-green under the dim lighting, somehow resemble Isabella’s.

Is that guy Ricardo Scarzapino?

“Do you know? I have been waiting so long to hear from you. “Why haven’t you heard from me?”

No, leaving aside the identity of that guy.

Despite the age difference, is this child treating the prince poorly now?

“Are you that Scarzapino minor?”

“… hmm?”

When Seongjin asked that question and glared at the guy harshly, Ricardo tilted his head for a moment as if he was puzzled.

“I’ve occasionally heard rumors that he’s changed a lot or has no memory, but this is really surprising. “It’s like you’ve become a completely different person.”

This guy looked quite young, but he spoke in a serious tone, like an old man. If he were really Sigurd Sigurdsson’s avatar, it wouldn’t be understandable.

But Seongjin couldn’t help but be surprised by his next words.

“But isn’t it important that you come back here? Now, what interesting story will you tell me today? “My old friend, the young prophet of Delcross.”

… prophet?

fantasy,