The Crown Prince Who Raises Alt Characters

#Episode 176 Crown Prince Alondre (11) - Late Summer Night's Dream (Part 2) You and Blanca walked side by side along the beach. The waves breaking on the sandy shore wet your toes, and the squishing sensation of sand was felt through your bare feet. Blanca didn't easily open her mouth to speak, and the same was true for you. After walking like that for a while. "...It's strange." Suddenly, Blanca uttered those words. You asked back. "What is?" "I kept wanting to meet you. I had so many things I wanted to say. But... now that we're actually meeting like this, I don't know what to say." "I don't think there's a need to force conversation. Conversely, there's no need to worry about what to say either. Wouldn't it be enough to just say whatever comes to mind?" "......" Blanca stared at you quietly. Her gaze, which had been emitting a strange pressure mixed with strange resolve and sadness, softened gently for a moment. "You're still so considerate." "Hmm?" You felt a strange sense of discomfort. But before you could put that discomfort into words, Blanca turned her back and hastened her steps again. The difference was that she had become a little more talkative than before. "You know what? That dungeon where the lich was. It's been turned into one of the Adventurer's Guild branches now. There are many places that need work, but the facility itself is quite decent." "Is that so? Well, it just had the wrong owner - the house itself wasn't bad." "And there's a statue at the main entrance. A statue to honor the heroes who fell in that battle." "Oh, am I there too?" "Yes. ...I'm sorry. Considering your accomplishments, it wouldn't be strange to erect a solo statue." "That's nothing for you to be sorry about, Miss Blanca. And honestly, I prefer group over solo too." "Why? The respect and reverence you should receive gets distributed elsewhere." "There will be plenty of opportunities to build fame while working as an adventurer anyway, so there's no reason to be greedy." "Well... that's so like you." After saying that, Blanca turned her gaze toward the ocean. And she muttered abruptly. "That's right. Even if they erected a statue, it wouldn't mean much to you. In the end, it's just my lingering attachment." She had an incredibly wistful expression. Feeling sudden sympathy at that sight, you quietly approached her and pulled her shoulders into an embr─ "Miss Blanca. Then how about we try making a statue out of sand here?" ─ace, but instead proposed making a statue. Why suddenly a statue? Are you really fine with that? Are you out of your mind? Can something made of sand even be called a 'statue' in the first place? "What do you...?" At your sudden proposal, Blanca couldn't help but be bewildered too. Honestly speaking, not being bewildered here would have been abnormal. However, you were confident without even a hint of embarrassment. "Honestly, how much meaning could there be in something erected by someone you don't even know well? Unless it's from someone on the throne, it's not a very meaningful reward for an adventurer." These were truly shameless words for someone who was scheduled to sit on the throne before long. "But if it's erected by a comrade who fought alongside me, that would be a different story. May I ask you to do this?" At your words, Blanca stammered. "B-but Bern. I'm not good at things like that. This is my first time at the ocean, and I've never done anything artistic." She had lost her mother to a lich in childhood and had lived solely for revenge ever since. When this was her first time even coming to the ocean, it would only be troublesome to suddenly ask her to make something out of sand. It could still be turned back now. After correcting that the previous words were a mistake, you could be intimate again─ "It's fine. We're not showing it to anyone and we'll just appreciate it between ourselves, so what does it matter?" "Well then, I suppose." ...You just decided to push through to the end, and Blanca accepted it, albeit bewilderedly. And sudden crafting time began. You used your unnecessarily powerful body to scrape up lots of sand and pile it firmly, while Blanca carefully carved it out to create shapes. The results weren't very good. Proving her own words that she was clumsy at such things, Blanca's skills weren't smooth, and the work got crushed or collapsed several times. "It's fine. We can just do it again." But you didn't get angry or impatient. As if reassured by your attitude, Blanca also gradually began to smile and concentrate on the work. "I think it would be good to have them holding swords and boldly gazing forward here." "Then let's make Miss Blanca with a sword too. That would suit you better than a staff." "You in front, me in back?" "Wouldn't it be better to stand side by side?" "...Yes." From what had been just a huge pile of earth, the outlines of arms and legs emerged. Facial features appeared on what had been flat faces, and the wrinkles of clothing and the firmness of weapons gained dimensionality. What was completed was a warrior in light armor and a magic swordsman in a cloak. Seeing them positioned side by side as if relying on each other, Blanca smiled purely and brightly. One dream came to an end. *** From a wistful sleep where future and past were unclear, you awakened. "What are you spacing out for? Hurry up and bring me a drink!" And before you could even grasp the situation, you blinked at the sudden harsh words from beside you. When you turned your gaze, there was a single flower there. Bright blonde hair shone brilliantly under the sunlight. Her cat-like eyes held a sharp and fierce spirit, and her pink pupils formed a vivid contrast with her white skin. Perhaps sensing your gaze on her, she, Claudia, let out a sigh. "Haah, staring at your master's body so intently. Isn't that too rude for a servant? Well, I'm a merciful master so I'll understand. It can't be helped in front of this beauty, right?" ...I'll correct that. She pretended to sigh while lifting her nose haughtily. You stared at her quietly for a while, then said. "Miss. You don't need to strain yourself so much. The future might be bright!" "Hey you bastard─!!" A resounding string of curses burst out. It was a cry that would be difficult to introduce as coming from a noble young lady anywhere. Of course, Claudia's position wasn't incomprehensible. "I-is that something to say to your master? And after meeting for the first time in so long? Really? Really?" "Meeting after a long time has no relation to Miss's fashion sense, does it?" "You should treat me kindly!! Where did the gentleman's manners for treating a lady go!!" "Speaking frankly to one's master is also the duty of an excellent servant. Even though we've been apart for a long time, how could I forget that mindset?" "Gyaaaaaahhh!!" Claudia grabbed her own hair. It was a sight that would make even a third party simultaneously feel pity and think it was self-inflicted. You pulled out a coconut with an extremely natural motion, cut off the top with a sword, inserted a straw, and offered it to Claudia. ...It was regrettable that there was no one to ask where you suddenly got the coconut from. "Because that's what a servant does." ...... Ahem. When you offered the instant coconut juice to Claudia, she glared at you with displeasure but still took it and gulped it down. I could understand that she desperately needed hydration after all that screaming, but it would have been better if she had been a bit more stubborn. "Tsk. In novels they describe it like some incredibly sweet and cool heavenly drink, but it doesn't seem that tasty?" Perhaps feeling slightly embarrassed about quickly accepting the drink, Claudia belatedly voiced her complaints. Of course, you didn't have the nerves to care about such things. "Well, the Redbell family usually eats good things. For those who have difficulty tasting sweetness their whole lives, it would truly be the ultimate sweetness." "Are you saying I'm throwing a tantrum because my stomach is full to bursting? Huh?" "Ooh." "What's with that reaction now?" "Seeing Miss become so skilled at self-reflection, as a servant my heart is so overwhelmed that I...!" Claudia's eyes had now entered the realm of 'How the hell should I deal with that bastard?' This is why employment contracts should be written carefully. Claudia had been trembling with rage, but suddenly her movements stopped abruptly. "Haah. Fine. I, as the master, must endure this." Her expression and movements were extremely languid, and her tone carried an unusual sense of ennui. Claudia slipped her body down under the parasol and looked up at you with eyes that held a strange radiance. "Cedric. Could you apply some oil for me?" It was indeed a temptation of extraordinary power. Though it was difficult to say she had fully bloomed yet, her bud-like form that would surely blossom magnificently before long beckoned to you. You slowly approached her. With a flushed face, Claudia gazed at you moistly. "「...Come, come here. Rowell.」 Robelia called her servant in a voice as if soaked in alcohol. The face of the always proud and cold servant contorted with agitation. Even though he hadn't touched his glass, he felt a dizziness as if drunk. The very air mixed with the woman's breath was like a huge trap for him." And your mouth of destruction activated. Claudia's body stiffened with a jolt. Something that one person should absolutely never do to another. Reading aloud the original work in front of someone who had been immersed in acting based on that specific character. In front of Claudia, who had been struck by this forbidden counter-method and become stiff like an old wooden doll making creaking sounds, you smiled with the quintessential smile of a narrow-eyed character. "[Rose and Pocket Watch -How Lady Roselia Captivated Her Proud Servant-] Shall I continue reading?" Indeed, you were more suited to be a Greater Demon than a human...