Chapter 2. Didn’t grow that much (1)
The royal family of Kairis is descended from dragons.
To be exact, he was a descendant of Hatsuara and Sispanian, who were among the eight heroes who sealed the evil spirit in the War of the Two Gods.
Sigmund Kahn Sispanian.
Sispanian, a primordial ancient dragon known to have been together since the beginning of time, married Hatsuara not in the context of ‘play’ but as part of his life through the ages. In other words, it does not mean that Hatsuara chose Sispanian as his queen, but that Sispanian chose Hatsuara as the dragon’s companion.
Sispanian hoped that Hatsuara and his descendants would be a little special. Therefore, he gave the power of bloodline, which is only given to the King of Kairis and his direct children.
Healing powers and magical talents.
This is the ‘Sispanian Blessing’.
“The wound is still the same.”
With the power of blessing, Kalian’s wounds should have already almost healed.
However, the hand injured by Planz’s thrown knife did not heal at all until the evening was over. As I wondered if Calian was Lemaine’s biological son, I remembered that the wound had healed normally in the past.
So this meant that this was a symptom that occurred suddenly.
But that wasn’t the only problem.
“Calian… was he a wizard?”
Bern was a knight.
He was also one of only six sword masters on the entire continent. On the other hand, the old Kalyan had a skinny body that would have been resistant to exercise. Therefore, the question arose: ‘Is it possible to manifest auras with a body like this?’
So, I focused on mana and only then did I realize the surprising fact that there were three mana circles near my heart. Unfamiliar yet vast knowledge about magic flowed in like a flood.
I laughed at the fact that I realized this important fact that the old Calian was a wizard only after two days, and as I was trying to use mana, I felt a pain in my heart.
“My heart hurt when I tried to use mana…”
In fact, I felt chest pain when I caught the knife Plantz had thrown. This happened when I unconsciously tried to put an aura on my body in order to grab a blade. Thanks to this, I put pressure on my hand without realizing it, and even with that blunt blade, I ended up with a wound like this.
I used my mana again just in case.
Without fail, my heart ached. Calian unconsciously clutched his chest.
Wounds that do not heal and heart pain.
Calian frowned as he faced two things that should not be there.
The frustrating thing is that I have no memory of these symptoms. It seemed like it was probably a problem that arose after Bern entered Calian’s body or recently.
“It’s a big problem. I can’t use Auror or magic like this.”
It is difficult. No, it’s very dangerous.
Calian, who realized that this was not something to just sit back and wait for, began to think deeply.
I needed someone to ask about this situation.
Of course, there was no one in the Kyris palace who could give advice to Calian. He carefully looked back on his memories and began to wonder if there was anyone who could help him.
– Ugh!
As if the water had cooled down, the magic device for temperature control made the sound of heating the water. Kalian’s eyes sparkled as he heard that.
“Wizard… yes, wizard.”
Calian splashed the bath water once without realizing it. There was a light snapping sound.
“Alan Manasil.”
Archmage Alan Manasil.
The current Alan was one of the three 7th Circle wizards.
Among them, he was the youngest and most skilled, and was almost like an idol to most wizards.
By Bern’s standards, 10 years ago now.
Alan, who had been invited to the celebration of King Lemain’s birthday, visited Kairis. Alan, who could not enter the royal palace due to some reason and was shut out, returned to the Kingdom of Riverne that way. And 10 years later, Alan became the continent’s only 8th Circle Archmage.
“It is said that in terms of knowledge of mana, there is no one on the continent who can follow him.”
Calian muttered quietly.
I was confident that I could definitely help with this problem.
“So, it would be better if I take this opportunity to make you mine.”
A wizard’s support for a capable wizard is equivalent to a knight’s loyalty. Therefore, if Alan were to join Calian, at that moment all the wizards in Kairis would stand on Calian’s side.
“Then the risk of being silently killed will be reduced.”
The reason that no one could play with the life of the second prince, Planz, was because of the power of the knights that Queen Silike had. What about Prince Randel? Aisha, the former queen of Kairis and mother of Randel, who died of illness, was the princess of the sacred nation of Tensil. Therefore, the life of Randel, who was also a member of Tensil’s royal family, could not be taken carelessly.
A power that Kalyan does not have.
Bringing in Alan will give Calian that kind of power.
Of course, the biggest change that Allen would bring was something else.
Calian’s eyes narrowed.
“My name will be added to the list of candidates for succession to the throne.”
Even though Kairis was a country ruled by dragon descendants, the treatment of wizards was very bad. It was the influence of Silike, who held the knightly family in his hands. Therefore, the wizards wanted a crown prince who could help them get out of this situation.
If we get Alan, those wizards will support Calian. From now on, it was clear that Calian would not be able to gain as much power no matter which family he supported.
Calian tried using mana once again.
A sharp pain pierced my heart.
“I guess I’ll have to meet Alan Manasil first.”
Only then will you be able to do the next thing.
Calian’s next thought was to find one of the children. If Alan could save Calian, then that child was the person Calian needed to save. He had to be rescued and made into his ‘sword’.
One month until Lemain’s birthday anniversary.
Kalian’s expected death date is also around that time.
Time overlaps in a fun way.
-Snap.
Calian splashed the water once again.
* * *
– Tuk!
When Shatin Slake, the wardrobe manager, saw Calian, the measuring tape in his hand fell to the floor. Shatin was startled, picked up what he had dropped, and took out a new measuring tape. This was because something that had touched the floor could not be placed on the royal body.
Shatin turned his head to look at Calian again, his eyes reminiscing about a distant place for a moment, then returned his gaze to Calian.
For some reason, while Yan was looking anxious, Shatin’s mouth opened.
“Seeing the prince reminds me of Concubine Freya.”
“Slake.”
Yan, who was anxious, immediately interrupted Shatin. Shatin, who was startled and seemed to have realized his mistake only then, bowed deeply towards Kalian.
“I’m sorry, Prince.”
Calian was naturally more surprised by the sudden change in atmosphere. When I looked at Yan, I saw that Yan was also bending down.
“I’m sorry. I’ll bring in someone else right away.”
Calian’s face became complicated.
I didn’t know why they were apologizing.
Calian, feeling extremely frustrated, hurriedly searched through his old memories.
‘Why do I have to try to think about this memory before it comes to mind!’
It wasn’t long before memories related to this event came to mind. Calian quickly scanned his memories as if he were reading a book full of pictures and fell into a deep sleep.
“Ah…”
The old Calian was shocked to hear that he resembled Freya. I hated looking at my face in the mirror. This is why he had to suffer for such a long time because he resembled someone he had never met.
I now understand why the maid went out and asked for a mirror when she first entered Kalian’s body and why Jan was so embarrassed.
I lived without seeing my face, but suddenly he made such a fuss.
‘I’m surprised I didn’t get caught.’
Calian let out a short sigh and chose words in his mouth.
Of course, I have no feelings for Freya now, but if I overcame that level of trauma overnight, it would arouse suspicion, so although it was better than before, I still had to show a level of reluctance.
Calian, who soon found an appropriate answer, opened his mouth to Shatin.
“Keep doing what you were going to do. You don’t have to say what you were going to say. I know very well that you resemble your ‘mother’.”
“Yes, yes. Let’s get started right away.”
Both of them looked surprised at Calian’s words, but they didn’t seem suspicious.
Shatin, who was almost kicked out, got upright and began to carefully measure Kalian’s body. The servant who seemed to have come along busily wrote down the measurements given by Shatin.
After a while, Shatin, who had taken all the measurements, spoke carefully.
“I think you need to eat more, Prince. I’m worried because you’re so small.”
Calian laughed.
Since I was saying this out of concern, there was no reason to feel bad about being called small. It wasn’t that I was short, but it was true that I was thin.
“okay.”
Since the measuring work was completed faster than expected, I was thinking that I could rest for a bit and have dinner, when the servant came with some thick books. After Shatin handed it over, he placed it on the table and began to spread it out one by one.
“…… what?”
One volume was a collection of pictures of robes of various shapes, and the other volume was a collection of fabric samples of different materials and colors. An additional book was uploaded with pictures of various lace bundles and all kinds of accessories. There was a book with numerous buttons that all looked similar, and a book with hundreds of pairs of shoes on it also caught my eye.
That wasn’t the end.
I looked towards the servant and saw that he was carrying two more books.
I looked at him blankly, asking what was all that, and Shatin said as if it was real from now on.
“Now you have to decide on a design, Prince. You can choose a total of four pieces.”
“How many?”
As I was making a tired expression, the answer came out of my memory.
There were a total of five sets of clothes that needed to be prepared. There was just no need to choose another suit because it was the prince’s uniform.
Calian’s face turned white.
‘I have to choose them all?’
It was something Bern had never experienced in his life.
When he was young, Bern’s mother, the queen, did this on his behalf, and after he became a knight, he only wore the knight’s uniform, so there was no need to choose clothes. Moreover, there were no major events in Secretia where five sets of clothes had to be prepared at once. No event has ever been held on such a grand scale.
Anyway, now there was no one to pick out clothes for me and there was no uniform. As he was making an embarrassed face, Jan spoke next to him.
“The prince has changed a lot these days, hasn’t he? However, this month, he has no schedule with nobles due to preparations for the event. So, the first time the prince appears in front of others in this changed form will be at His Majesty the King’s birthday event. Wouldn’t you like it?”
“I know you’re saying to dress up nicely and go out to make a good first impression.”
“Yes, that’s right, Prince.”
“Yes. I understand…”
Calian looked at the booklets that filled the table. I feel tired just looking at it. When you have a body that can’t even use mana, how would you notice clothes?
“I don’t have the courage to rummage through that. Or you take your pick.”
By ‘you’ I meant Jan and the maids. I was telling him to give up, but Yan’s face turned bright red.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“okay. “It’s okay.”
Calian nodded and replied, then went to the sofa and sat down.
And then the war began.
They were very angry.
The maids had quietly followed Calian for two days without saying a word in front of him, and they were trying to make Calian stand out somehow. He began to raise his voice.
Calian, who had unintentionally heard the exchange, occasionally expressed his opinion.
“No, King Ribbon. Even a small ribbon won’t work.”
There was a moment of disappointment, and then another idea came out.
Calian said again,
“Not much frills.”
They didn’t give up.
“…Do you think lace will work?”
What on earth are you going to make ? What are you talking about? What are the bells?
In the end, Calian also got in between them and started arguing with them.
Because they were both mana and nabal, they had to stop ‘a lot of frills’ first.
