The Crown Prince Who Raises Alt Characters

#Chapter 251 Crown Prince Alondre (16) - True Leisure Eizern Empire. Capital city Kalastia. "Your Highness. Please listen to this old man's loyal advice...!" "Calm yourself, Sir Balduer. And stand up. No matter how skilled a swordsman you are, it's bad for your health to prostrate yourself on the cold floor like that." "Your Highness! This humble servant is not yet old!" "I didn't say a single word about being old. Rather, if we're being precise, you mentioned it first." "Ahem, in any case, Your Highness. You are the one who will inherit the throne of the Eizern Empire, the greatest and strongest nation on this continent. You shall be the king among kings. People must have tools befitting their station, so the weapon held by one destined for the highest position must also be supreme. In that regard, the sword is called the king of all weapons, so it's most suitable for Your Highness—" "Sir Balduer. You don't need to argue so passionately—I won't be changing my main weapon to a gun, so rest assured. I only stopped by the Weapons Bureau to check on competing powers, not because I was enchanted by the magic of firearms." "It seems this humble servant was mistaken. I disturbed Your Highness's mood with my assumptions, so I will gladly accept this sin." "Because if I had to choose, staff-type weapons suit my taste better." (E/N: You fcking sadist. I love it) "Your Hiiiiighness!!" "Your Highness. These are the documents about the great powers you requested." "Mm, thank you. Let's see... the Cardian Republic's Premier kept his position in this election too. It looks like he'll continue in that position for a while." "Everyone knows that country's leader is the Premier anyway, so I don't understand why they bother holding elections every five years. Isn't it a waste of administrative power and budget?" "That waste eventually benefits the nation and also guarantees political legitimacy. On the other hand, the Liu Empire is quite chaotic." "The emperor sells government positions for money and encourages corruption instead of catching it, so the territories of the Unorthodox Faction with strong anti-government tendencies are somehow more stable than the Orthodox Faction under imperial influence." "Hmm, Unorthodox Faction. Are there any particular names being mentioned?" "A female warrior called the True Fire Dragon is said to be acting as the leader of the Unorthodox Faction forces." "Summon the person in charge of translation. I must personally consult with him about his salary." (E/N: Savage) "Alondre. You're so busy, yet you always make time like this—I'm truly grateful." "Please don't say such things. Time spent together with Mother like this is like resting time for me." "Oh my, how does he speak so sweetly. ...By the way, what do you think of the glass you're using now?" "It's clear and transparent so the beverage's color shows well. It feels good to hold too, and I think it's a good glass." "Right? I received it as a gift from a child I've gotten to know recently. If it's alright, would you like to meet them? It's nothing too significant, so there's no need to make grand official arrangements—we could just quietly visit their territory like a simple greeting." "Mother. The world has agreed to call that not a greeting, but an infiltration or an assault." "Huh?" "Brother Alondre. This unworthy little sister begs you like this. That bastard Nicolai can suffer whatever fate, so please spare just me and Mother." "Trisha. Be at ease. I have no particular grudge against Nicky, and the same goes for you and little Mother." "No. That can't be. Even I sometimes want to curse the world for being blood siblings with that person, so how could you have no grudge?" "Listen, Trisha. If you think of Nicky as a hamster running hard on a wheel you made, wouldn't you be able to forgive most things?" "Aha!" *** "Whew. Has today come to an end as well?" Late at night. The Crown Prince, having returned to his room, stretched by moving his neck this way and that. Though healing magic or mana manipulation could achieve similar effects, combining them was more efficient. Just then, someone who had slipped out from the shadows laid down on the bed in a languid yet seductive pose. Black hair like the darkness of night, red eyes like rubies, skin like white porcelain. The beauty who could make any man blush and quicken his heartbeat just by meeting her eyes spoke to the Crown Prince in a voice that seemed to melt sweetly. "Welcome back, Your Highness. You worked hard today too. Would you like to eat first? Or take a bath? Or perhaps... me?" The Crown Prince's gaze turned toward Lucidra. The voluptuous curves of the female form, revealed in a half-naked state, entered his sight. And the Crown Prince said. "But do you even know how to cook?" "Do you really think that's an appropriate response to this situation?!" Lucidra, who had thrown away her act in just 3 seconds, hurled a nearby pillow, but the Crown Prince casually caught it and placed it back on the bed. Lucidra raised her voice irritably. "Humanly speaking! When someone seduces you like this, you should at least be flustered! Or hesitate! Or at the very least show some anguished reaction like your heart is moved but you're trying hard to ignore it!" "It's quite amusing for a demon to call herself human and use the expression 'humanly speaking.' Next time, try going for comedy instead of erotica." "Aaaaagh!!" Thwack! Thwack! Thwackthwackthwack! While the Greater Demon was unleashing an iron fist combo on the pillow, the Crown Prince sat on the sofa sipping wine and focused on a particular task. Naturally, it was clone creation, which could be called his hobby. Deciding on the next candidate. "Since they say the people's livelihood around the Liu Empire is very poor, working as a doctor wouldn't be bad either. Or experiencing the lower parts of the empire once more would be good too. Hmm... the Sacred State or Beastkin Alliance are tempting, but the concept for those..." Perhaps dissatisfied that he wasn't paying any attention to her, Lucidra spoke sullenly. "What are you pondering so much about? Whatever you do, it'll all be the same anyway." (E/N: Wait...Lucidra...Stop now!) Flinch. The Crown Prince's movement stopped. Not noticing this, Lucidra poured out words filled with resentment at being ignored. "Adventurer? Librarian? Scholar? Hunter? Ha. What you do when you get there is all the same anyway, right? You roughly beat up monsters or demons, help people, think 'Ah, I did good work!' get satisfied, then return. Killing off the clone in the process to make cleanup less troublesome." "...Servant (C), Thief (D), Librarian (E), Beggar (G), Demon (K), Hunter (M) didn't die though?" "Adventurer (B), Magic Sword (F), Musician (H), Suspect (I), Scholar (J) died. If half died, that's a lot of deaths, you human." "Mm." "And from a leisure perspective, it's all the same too. Who in the world rests while considering every little detail about what impact they have on the world and what the political situation is like? How is that different from an office worker who constantly checks messages on vacation worrying about work calls?" "Hmm..." "A person, you know, huh? Sometimes you have to play hard without thinking about the consequences! Do things you don't normally do! Commit some deviations! That's what a real break is!" (E/N: The world isn't ready for that kind of Alondre) If an objective third party had been present, they might have politely pointed out, 'Excuse me, isn't that a rather excessively corrupt and demon-centric way of thinking?' but unfortunately, there were only two people here. And that was the beginning of misfortune. "Why, do you have any objections? If you do, let's hear them!!" "...No, I don't. You're definitely right." "Huh?" While Lucidra froze at the unexpected answer, the Crown Prince rubbed his face with both hands. And said with a deep sigh. "You're right that when playing, you should only think about playing. If you're taking a break but still worrying about your usual work and being tied to it, that can't be called a good rest method. Well said. It was a piercing observation." (E/N: I feel attacked somehow) "R-really? It's good if you understand." "The observation that my clones' behavior patterns are generally similar is the same. Of course, I don't consider their similar actions worthless, but it's true that sometimes different challenges are needed. To think I had fallen into mannerism without realizing it—how truly embarrassing." "No, there's no need to blame yourself that much..." "Therefore, I should try a new challenge this time. Throwing away self-control, hesitation, moderation—all those words—for a free clone life!" "W-wait a minute. Self-control? Self-con-trol?? You mean everything until now was restrained? Huh? Are you serious?" "Thank you, Lucidra. I'll show my gratitude through the clone's fierce activities! There's no need to worry about the clone's abilities! I'll specialize in recreating modern civilization from memory!!" "Stop, you insane Crown Prince!!" Lucidra belatedly realized she had loosened the screws of a dangerous guy, but as always, it was far too late a realization.