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Chapter 10: The Crown Prince visits me every day

The fight with Prince Bernhardt was a draw.

It’s a game I couldn’t possibly win. A draw is a great accomplishment, in my opinion.

Even if I win by accident, I doubt my wish to end the war will come true.

The person I’m competing against is the one who caused Okaa-sama to lose her life, but he’s only the crown prince, not the emperor.

It is the emperor, not the crown prince, who holds the real power in Crotalion.

If that’s the case, if the Third Battle of Cryna erupts and Okaa-sama is forced to stand on the battlefield, I might as well sneak along, right?

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Prince Bernhardt has been visiting me almost every day since then.

The Crotalion Empire must be quite far away.

When I asked him about it, he said he used [Transfer Magic] to connect his room to the Grand Duchy of Rozenstone.

I don’t recall granting him permission…

“Aren’t you, the crown prince, a little too free?”

I ask the person who is relaxing and drinking tea in front of me.

“I’ve learned everything I need to know about being an emperor—I’ve only gotten one hit in my early morning sword practice, if I may say so.”

“Your Highness is excellent, though he is seven years old.”

I’ll also take a sip of fruit juice.

“Will Mariel not be educated as a lady? She will be the Crown Princess. The sooner she starts her education, the better—Oh, she’s only five years old, isn’t she?”

“I’ve said many times that I don’t want to be the Crown Princess.”

No matter who it is, I don’t want to be engaged to royalty again. I don’t want a second engagement; I want to live life slowly.

“Then I will propose to you repeatedly until you are my queen.”

“No!”

“You’re being stubborn—my point is that you can do whatever you want, whether you want your slow life or not.”

“I want to be clear: You’re not my type.”

He has a pretty face, in my opinion. I’m confident he’ll grow into a handsome man.

But I’m not very good at “egoist” boys.

“Huh? What type of man do you like?”

“I like gentlemen who help kittens who can’t get down from trees; I’d prefer a muscular, older man.”

Prince Bernhardt appears to be the type to dismiss kittens: —It’s bad enough climbing up where you can’t go down.

“Muscles… Okay! I’m going to bulk up, and I’m two years older than you.”

“I’d prefer someone seven years my senior!”

Prince Bernhardt is examining the bulge in his arm, and Ruria is doing the same pose. Is he imitating him? Fufufu… how adorable.

“This is not a conversation between a seven and five-year-old—you guys need to start talking like kids.”

Laseid lies deftly on the balcony railing.

“Also, what are you doing here every day? Laseid.”

“I am Mariel’s teacher, and the little dragon is my son—I’m here to check on him.”

“Kii~yui! Kii~yui!”

Ruria flutters toward me. Yes, Ruria can fly now!

When I was blown away by the explosion in my match with Prince Bernhardt. I didn’t realize it at the time, but…

“Good boy, Ruria. Ruria says, [Go home, both of you].”

I stroke Ruria’s golden mane, which is slowly growing.

“You’re becoming less and less adorable as you grow more rebellious—and Mariel, are you beginning to understand what Ruria is saying?”

“I can sort of understand.”

Especially when Laseid says something negative.

“Please go home soon—I’m going out tonight.”

“Where are you going?”

Prince Bernhardt’s tone seems grumpy.

“We’re having dinner with the royal family.”

Otoo-sama is the younger brother of His Majesty the King. Once a month, he is invited to the royal palace for dinner.

I’m extremely nervous.