Reppenhardt waved his hand with a straight face.
“There is no rule that says someone who is good at everything will be a good king.”
A king is not someone who can do anything.
A king is one who rules.
The qualifications of a good king are not to have outstanding abilities, but to treat those with outstanding abilities well.
No matter what you do, if you can place the right person in the right place at the right time, that is the essence of Emperor Studies. Well, if you can do everything, you will also have a high level of discernment in selecting experts, so you can become a great king, but that is only one of many factors and not the most important qualification.
To put it simply, as long as you don’t pick on fools or other-minded people, you can easily become a good king. Of course, that is the hardest thing to do, and there are few good kings in the world, and treacherous people run amok… … .
“Prince Yubel can also be a good king.”
Yubel, who has a high-performance lie detector called Phineas, is at least as good as Karsas in terms of his ability to distinguish between loyalists and traitors. She also has a fair nature, so no matter how nice it sounds, she can firmly reject it if it is false.
“There are many monarchs in the world who know this with their heads, but make foolish decisions because their emotions are swayed by the praise in front of them. “That prince can become a great king with just that.”
Siris nodded as if she understood. But what she wanted to talk about wasn’t about Prince Yubel’s qualities.
Siris suddenly asked, her eyes shining fiercely.
“Are you sure you don’t know this?”
“huh?”
“Leppenhardt said it before. Originally, Prince Karsas was supposed to ascend to the throne.”
Siris asked an interrogative question with calm, but sharp eyes like a hawk.
“It’s natural that we usually don’t know what happens in the future. But do you really not know? you?”
Leffenhardt closed his eyes. He sighed.
“Yes, actually, the Kingdom of Crovence enjoyed considerable peace after Karsas became king.”
And I added a word in my mind.
‘Although I am the one who destroyed that peaceful castle.’
Certainly, before the flames of war of the Antares Empire covered the entire continent, the Kingdom of Crovence was one of the wealthiest and most powerful countries on the continent.
“Then, he is the true king ordained by fate.”
Siris muttered in a gloomy voice.
“If only someone from back in time hadn’t toyed with his fate… … .”
Her words were something that continued to pierce my heart as I participated in this war. Reppenhardt clearly chose Prince Yubel for the benefit of a different race, but it is also true that in doing so, he made a mockery of the rightful human king and the fate of a nation.
‘If Karsas had been a tyrant, things would have proceeded with peace of mind without any problems… … .’
“Are you going to kill him?”
“I originally planned to do that, but… … .”
Leffenhardt trailed off. Siris was certainly right.
It’s not enough to make fun of a person’s fate, should we even take his life?
Should I go this far for my dream?
Of course, he was ready to make any sacrifice. There is no change in that determination. But is Karsas’ sacrifice absolutely necessary now?
“I don’t know. “He is definitely too precious to die by my hands.”
Leffenhardt was lost in thought for a moment. Siris closed his lips with his calm face and looked at him silently. It was in the meantime.
“I’m a wizard!”
A soldier was running from the other side of the clearing. I told him not to let anyone approach him unless he had anything to do, so it seems like something happened. Repenhardt and his group all took on wary expressions. But looking at the soldier’s face, it didn’t seem like it was that serious. It’s just a look of confusion and surprise, but it doesn’t look like it’s scary or anything.
“What’s going on?”
The soldier who approached me bowed and said.
“There is a woman who came to visit.”
“Eh? me?”
“No, more accurately, he is the one who came to visit the young saint… … .”
The soldier suddenly made an ambiguous expression, looked up at Reppenhardt’s large figure, and scratched his cheek.
“No matter how I look at it, it feels like I’m visiting a wizard… … .”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
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Puzzled, Reppenhardt headed to the drawing room where a guest was said to be. As he opened the door and went inside, the woman sitting on the sofa got up from her seat and greeted him. She was a beauty with light black hair and dark eyes. She must have heard the story in advance, as the woman recognized Reppenhardt and greeted him politely.
“Nice to meet you, Lord Leppenhardt. “I am Paladin Christine, a sword that serves Sayer.”
At that moment, Reppenhardt immediately understood why the soldier had said such ambiguous words.
‘her? ‘Did Tethron even have a sister?’
Of course, given that greeting that said it would be the first time meeting you, that couldn’t be possible. But I can’t help but have those doubts.
This beauty in front of me was ‘making eye contact’ with Reppenhardt. As his height was already approaching 2 meters, he was having a lot of worries these days. Even though he wasn’t doing any of the so-called ‘height-promoting breathing techniques’ he learned from Jim Unbreakable, this merciless Thesron’s body was still growing rapidly.
‘No, what kind of guy doesn’t stop growing until he reaches his mid-20s!’
I haven’t been able to sleep well these days because I’m afraid that if I continue like this, I’ll end up becoming a 230 cm tall ignorant monster like Tesron in my previous life. However, this bewitching beauty in front of me had a large body almost similar to that of Reppenhardt.
Although he was embarrassed, Reppenhardt tried to keep his expression together. And then I looked at my opponent. He was dressed like a traveler, which was not typical of a Holy Knight, but what he was wearing at Christine’s side was undoubtedly a sword used only by Holy Knights of Lord Sayer. It was unmistakable as the two blades on the hilt had a pattern of clouds and lightning bolts drawn on them.
“Oh, I see. But why did a Holy Knight who serves Sayer, the main god, treat me?”
Christine responded with a wry smile.
“The person I have found is Cylan Phil Marsis, priest of Philanense. “I understand why you have that misunderstanding.”
“May I ask what brought you to visit Silan?”
Christine was just about to answer. Silan and Siris entered the room belatedly.
“I heard someone was looking for me… … .”
Christine and Cilan’s eyes met. At that moment, Silan turned pale and screamed.
“Ahh! Christine!”
“Ah, Cilan!”
Christine looked at Cilan and a bright smile appeared on her face. When her dazzling beauty makes her smile bloom, she feels like her room is brightening just by that. Well, looking at her size, I think she brightened up a little too much.
Christine approached Cilan with her arms wide open and her voice filled with love.
“My love, how long will you avoid your fate?”
Silan took a step back without mercy, looking like a rabbit trapped in a lion’s cage.
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“Why am I your love?”
“That’s because our meeting is fate.”
“No, so why is it fate!”
Reppenhardt and Siris looked at the two men and women alternately with blank expressions. Silan, who did not change his complexion even in the face of the ghoul’s claws and was extremely courageous in the face of the devil’s blade, was now sweating profusely from extreme fear. It was truly a sight that was difficult to see even if one paid money.
“Euiik!”
In the end, Silan, who kept backing away, quickly ran out of the room. Reppenhardt blocked Christine, who was about to chase after her with shining eyes. He couldn’t help but ask this question.
“What on earth does this have to do with Silan?”
Christine answered clearly, casting a look of resentment at Reppenhardt who blocked her.
“In the name of the great God, we have received permission to be engaged.”
“Ehhhh!?”
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At his quarters, Cilan was frantically packing his luggage.
“We have to run away, we have to get out of here quickly.”
His usual neat appearance was everywhere, and Silan was crumpling up whatever clothes and travel items he could find in his hands. At that time, he heard a huge shadow appear behind him and call out to him.
“Hey, Cilan.”
“Aaaah!”
Thick fingers grabbed hold of Cilan’s shoulder as he tried to run away screaming.
“It’s me, Leffenhardt.”
“Ah, Mr. Leffen.”
Only then did Silan, who had been struggling, look back with a pale face. Looking at that, Reppenhardt and Siris shook their heads. No, how lost would you be to not even be able to understand Reppenhardt’s voice?
“Well, what about Christine? “Where is she?”
“First, I asked them to wait in the reception room. So calm down.”
Reppenhardt patted the bed, trying to comfort Silan, who was constantly looking around. Silan took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“What the hell is going on? “Are you engaged?”
“Haaa… … .”
Letting out a deep sigh, Silan stuttered and began to explain.
Christine Sil Estana.
She came from a long-established family from the Kingdom of Halain, located in the southern part of the continent. From a young age, her beauty was renowned throughout the kingdom. Every time a child, only ten years old, smiled at her, she couldn’t control the excitement in her heart that would put even older men to shame. When she grew up, she would literally destroy a nation. She used to whisper that she would become a great beauty.
Indeed, Christine grew up and became a stunning beauty. The problem is that it has grown too much.
No matter how beautiful a woman is, there is a tendency for men to be a little upset when a woman is taller than them. Of course, there are definitely types who like tall women, but that’s to a certain extent. 2 meters is too big.
The countless conversations about marriage she had when she was young stopped when she entered adolescence. No matter how much marriage between noble families is arranged, that only happens if both parties are somewhat flawless. The only conversation that came in was that the other man was disabled or Jung Jung-ah. However, the Estana family was neither powerful nor shameless enough to push their flawed daughter to an otherwise healthy opponent.
Christine’s father, Count Estana, was in agony.
My poor daughter, I wish she were ugly, but she has been praised as a beauty since she was young. She wanted to somehow find her feminine happiness. So she prayed to Seire every day.
Then a miracle happened. It was given by an oracle from Sayer, who gave it to him.
-She will live as the daughter of God, a sword to exercise God’s power, and become the mother of a great one. The day you meet the man of the sun, will that relationship continue?
The Sayre Church accepted Christine and trained her as a Holy Knight according to the oracle. She was living as a sword for the church, and one day she was dispatched to Vasily’s kingdom. As the war over her territory became more intense, she had to mediate in the Sayre Church.
Priests from the Philanense Church had already been sent there to heal the wounded. There, Christine met her destined lover, Cilan Phil Marcis.
He had flowing hair as red as the sun.
She had a very beautiful appearance.
Cilan’s image of moving gracefully through the battlefield and caring for the wounded was truly the ideal type that Christine dreamed of. She fell in love at first sight. It didn’t bother me at all that the other person looked to be only about twelve years old at most.
Returning to the Sayre Church, Christine declared:
It is said that the trust relationship continued. They said they had found someone who would become the father of a great man.
The denomination was turned upside down.
Unlike Christine, the Sayre Church was comprised of people with extremely common-sense ways of thinking. This means that they were not perverts enough to accept the bizarre claim that a woman in her mid-twenties would attack a boy as young as twelve.
Of course I comforted her. ‘You must be mistaken about something.’, ‘Could it be so that the fate that Sayer predicted was that kind of child?’ etc.
At that time, Sayer’s oracle was given again.
-That’s right.
Something about this oracle was very lacking in sanctity. So much so that the priests of Sayre wondered if there had been a mistake in the reception.
But in any case, it was an unmistakable fact that Sayer had testified to Christine’s claim. In the end, the Sayre Church politely sent a marriage proposal to the Philanense Church.
The main god, Sayer, is a god who stands above the other twelve gods who protect humans. As such, Sayre’s church was more powerful than other churches. From the perspective of the Philanense Church, it was a proposal that could not be easily rejected.
And, in fact, there was no reason to refuse. No matter how young Silan looked, he was actually already seventeen at that time. Anyway, in terms of numbers, the age difference is not that big. I can’t really criticize Christine’s taste. Moreover, due to the nature of the Philanense Church, there was a part of them that tolerated such perverted(?) tastes.
As a worshiper of the goddess of love, I cannot accept a marriage without love. However, it was impossible to disobey Sayer’s oracle, so the Philanense Church agreed under ambiguous conditions.
-If she wins his love, I will allow it.
