The Crown Prince Who Raises Alt Characters

#Chapter 173 Suspect Isaac (17) - Something that insists on being called Suspect I's devotion Within the Eizern Empire, Crown Prince Alondre was not someone with such an intense presence. If some Greater Demon living somewhere heard this, they might retort asking what kind of bullshit that is, but that's the objective fact. Of course, this doesn't mean the Crown Prince's presence is dim or that he has so many problems that people around him hush up even mentioning him. The Crown Prince is showing an almost perfect example as the Empire's heir, and the Empire's high-ranking officials know this very well. But the further down you go, the more vague and superficial the image of the Crown Prince becomes. They know he's an excellent person and outstanding, but they don't really know specifically what he does or how great he is. The Crown Prince was already handling affairs after inheriting part of the Emperor's authority, and there were those who benefited from this, but even they didn't really recognize that the Crown Prince was behind such benefits. It was similar to how modern people from the Crown Prince's previous life used various public convenience facilities without really knowing who created them. Most importantly, the Crown Prince himself had no particular intention of revealing what he had done or gaining passionate support from the public. After all, when you think about it, all of that just comes back as work anyway. The important point here is that the Crown Prince doesn't refrain from such things because he 'doesn't know' about them. That knowledge is properly stored in his head. And Isaac was a clone who knew how to properly use the knowledge he was given. *** I am Isaac. I have no surname. Because the parents who raised me did not allow me to have their surname. I had many siblings. Although born from different wombs, they were siblings who grew up under the same roof, eating the same food and sharing the same blankets. And what my siblings and I shared was not just that. We had to share two things together: the medicine that had to be taken with food, and the continuously repeated education. We took the medicine. Some of those who took the medicine suffered seizures and pain, but our parents told us we didn't need to worry about them. They said it was okay to ignore them since they were no longer 'true siblings.' We received education. It was education of gratitude and praise toward some great person. The obedient children's eyes changed, and the children who couldn't keep up 'stopped being siblings.' One child who was close to me said they were scared of taking the medicine. They said the more medicine they took, the more they felt like they were changing into something else. That child's misfortune was that they were not skilled at acting. That child's lies about pretending to take the medicine were immediately exposed, and as punishment, they had to take more medicine than others. From one day on, the child no longer tried tricks to avoid taking medicine. They didn't use tricks during study time either. Instead, they earnestly and even more fanatically engaged in education and took medicine. Seeing that child displaying fervent fanaticism toward the 'great person,' I realized. The child was no longer the one I had known. While all the children in the house were changing sooner or later, only I, who was skilled at acting, could maintain my sanity. No, perhaps I too had gone mad but simply hadn't realized it. The house's other name was an orphanage. Our parents' other name was teachers. The surname I couldn't inherit was Darnoua, and the great person was their family head. After escaping from the orphanage, the siblings scattered in all directions. We were not allowed to contact each other or visit the orphanage. Because it would be troublesome in many ways if it became widely known that we had connections to an orphanage run by the Darnoua family. We were soldiers and expendable resources handled by the Darnoua family. Since the work we did had to appear as incidents with no connection to the Darnoua family, it must not be revealed that we had been in Darnoua facilities in the past. Some of us, including myself, even obtained completely new forged identities. And what we did with those identities was self-destruction. We would eliminate those who got in the Darnoua family's way, then take all the blame and fall together with them. It was unreasonable treatment, but among the siblings, only I recognized it as 'unreasonable.' The other siblings seemed to have no questions or doubts about sacrificing their lives for the Darnoua family. There was no need to confirm that the reason was the education received since childhood and the drugs taken steadily. The siblings' sacrifice and devotion. Feeding on that blood and flesh, the Darnoua family continued to repeat their triumphs. The fraud case that once made the Republic buzz was the same. They tried to economically ruin their competitors and gain great profits from it. At first glance, it seemed extremely dangerous, and it actually looked like the Darnoua family was cornered because of this incident, but this was far from the essence of the case. They had been planning from the beginning. They deliberately used somewhat 'clumsy' tactics to receive criticism, planning to reverse all that blame. Having said this much, you intelligent citizens must have already grasped the truth of the case. That's right. They decided to sell out the Empire's name. They joined hands with some Empire officials to forge plausible evidence and ordered 'Charles Darnoua,' who was one of their pawns, to make a false confession. The result is as everyone knows. The criminal instantly transformed from a shameless fraud into a persecuted saint, while the actual victims of the Darnoua family's fraud became fools who fell for the Empire's schemes and criticized the saint. I too, speaking like this, am one of the pawns of the Darnoua family who contributed to this massive and evil plan. I'm sorry, everyone. I'm sorry for not being able to reveal the truth sooner. I was afraid. I was afraid they would discover again that I hadn't actually been brainwashed by them. I was afraid that even if I revealed the truth, their power would cover it all up again. Nevertheless, the reason I stepped forward like this is because I thought we must prevent that person from deceiving this country's good citizens and rising to a high position. Everyone, now I will boldly reveal it! The mastermind behind all these events is! That person's true identity is! Oh— <Bang!> *** "Kyaaaaaah!" "S-sniper attack!! Someone's been shot!!" "Doctor, is there no doctor!?" People thrown into chaos. Isaac collapsed, bleeding. A place one step away from the center of that commotion. Hiding the gun she had just finished firing, Isadora let out a sigh. "...I never imagined I'd end up doing something like this in my lifetime." She had never thought of herself as normal throughout her life. How could a monster that goes mad and craves blood without periodically using medicine be ordinary? But. "Originally, exposures are more about creating buzz than the details themselves. If someone merely talks, only some people would pay attention, but if the person talking suddenly gets shot, people can't help but read the related content at least once, even out of curiosity." "Moreover, with this method, there's no risk of having to answer various questions from someone later. Originally, lies tend to create contradictions when adding explanations, but if the person who should provide answers is unconscious, people will fill in the missing and contradictory parts themselves. The 'correct answer' completed this way becomes much more powerful than what others might say." "Not everything I said was true, but there's definitely truth mixed in. My ambiguous identity will also serve as evidence to suspect the Darnoua family. After all, how else could someone's traces be concealed so thoroughly if not through them?" "Ah! Please handle the sniping well. Avoid vital spots. But if you shoot somewhere too random, it might raise suspicion that this was staged from the beginning, so make it feel like you aimed for vital spots but narrowly missed. How can you do that with a handgun instead of a sniper rifle? It's fine! I trust you, detective!" "...Compared to that guy, what am I." Compared to someone who calmly plans and executes such an absurd plan while spouting nonsense like 'I'm just an ordinary person,' perhaps she was indeed in the normal category at best. After letting out a hollow laugh, saying this was truly an amazing mirror therapy, Isadora changed her expression. The Darnoua family's power, which had been like an iron fortress, would crumble due to Isaac's exposure this time. Their shadow blades, the Dhampirs, had also been brought down in considerable numbers through baiting. But even so, it still wasn't enough. To completely cut off the opponent's lifeline, there would be a need to deliver the final blow. And that was the detective's role.