My Viins Episode 460


    66. Silver Prince (15)


    “Your Highness. Lord Phoenix has arrived.”


    “Oh dear. Wait a minute.”


    Hearing the prince’s voice from inside the tent, Sir Gis winked at me and Uncle Randall. I nodded softly and crossed my arms.


    Prince Ulkar’s tent was still shabby.


    If Atnta’s tent was better than most wooden houses, with walls and roofs made of thinly split oak trees, and thick sheepskin and resin-soaked cloth, then the prince’s tent was the tent that people often think of. A tent with a few wooden poles and a tough canvas covering—it’s quiterge, but it’s full of smelly dampness and brittle dust marks.


    Looking at the 30cm-deep drainage canal and the stakes whose heads were only the size of a fingernail, it was possible to tell that the soldiers had put a lot of effort into erecting it, but at least the tent was a tent. If it were not for the heavy soldiers guarding the area and the g of the Golden Lion flying from the top of the tent, it would not have been possible to imagine that it was the residence of a prince.


    “Okay, that’s it! Come in!”


    Standing like a crane on the mud, a bird hawker removed the old curtain that served as the entrance to the military tent. I went inside with my neck bent as much as I could to avoid the drooping canvas.


    The prince, who was sitting in front of the small chest, greeted me with a faint smile.


    “Come. Please sit down.”


    His tent was a bedroom, office, and drawing room.


    An old but well-organized field couch upied one corner, and a pair of shiny te armor hung from an armour-hanger next to it. The magical longbow ‘Boreakum’, which had released the string, was taking a break while coiled, and the long and short knives were well-groomed and their des were shining.


    Prince Ji, who hadn’t finished organizing yet, was


    sorting out all the parchments and papers that were scattered on the table, and putting them in the drawer under the desk. A sneak peek revealed that most of them were military maps, supply lists, payrolls, and other things rted to the unit, and there were also a number of reports I had posted—usually robbed government offices, such as Eisbo Wald’s revenue records and nearbynd and resource surveys. were mixed


    “Can I help you?”


    “No, it’s okay. Sit down and have a cup of tea. It will be over soon.”


    As Prince Ulkar said, he chinned the wood-burning stove on one side.


    Not matching the shabby appearance of the military tent, the kettle spouting steam on the stove was a splendid item decorated with tinum. It seemed a bit unexpected since it was a high-end item likely to be used by aristocrats or rich people, but considering the prince’s natural status and wealth, this one was rather suitable for him.


    “Did you receive this as a gift?”


    “hmm? Oh, you mean that?”


    The prince closed the drawer with a loud noise and sat down on the opposite chair.


    “It’s something my mother left behind. No, to be precise, it must be the property of her maternal grandmother, Viscountess Eugenia.”


    ” ah.”


    His face stiffened in shock, but Prince Ulkar seemed unconcerned.


    “When my mother-inw went to the pce after the national wedding, my grandmother sent many things as a dowry. The difference in retardation was so great that he must have wanted to match his rank even a little. You would have thought it would be foolish topete with the royal family for money.”


    He lifted the wooden cup that was lying on the table, brushed it off on the floor a couple of times, and held it out towards me. The ss was filled with ck tea with a subtle scent.


    “My mother’s family was nothing more than a poor family that had protected the snow-covered valleys of Northernshire. The nobles picked and picked there were only treated as unfashionable junk by the nobles of the capital.”


    A splendid tinum kettle is filled with simple tea water, expensive te armor stands next to a bed that could be used by a soldier, and rare weapons lie in rows under the meticulously hewn canvas.


    If a stranger had looked at the prince’s tent, he would have thought it was an erratic space.


    “Amongst these, this teapot was the least bit better. Like the work of an artisan from the East. I heard that even the high-nosed maids of the royal pce shed a sigh without even realizing it.”


    The prince took a sip of tea and continued with a smile.


    “Since then, my mother and mother seem to have been very proud of this kettle. He told me and Yuril about this over 20 times… Hehe, isn’t he a very cute person?”


    “……Yes, what.”


    I didn’t know what to answer, so I looked at Prince Ulkar’s eyes even though I was at the end of my words.


    The prince’s eyes were stained with longing as he stroked the teacup with his chin resting on his chin. I carefully asked a question while examining the warm blue eyes.


    “How are you today?”


    “What do you mean?”


    “It’s a nightmare.”


    “Ah… haha, did I even tell you that?”


    A quiet pond hidden somewhere in the spacious garden of the royal pce. A short pic with his mother and brother…


    Recalling the nostalgic scene, the prince tapped the armrest in a slow beat.


    “Dreaming is not much different from before, but I think the impression has changed a little.”


    “Feeling?”


    “Yes, feel it.”


    Prince Ulkar hesitantly spoke slowly, letting out a low echo of ‘Umm-‘ as if he was a little embarrassed.


    “Before, I just thought of it as a happiness I couldn’t keep and a memory I couldn’t return to.”


    “Is it different these days?”


    “I guess I should.”


    ‘How can I exin this,’ the Prince muttered. Then he raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth.


    “Sometimes it feels like it warms my heart.”


    “I miss it, but it doesn’t hurt me. I still feel sadness, but it’s not despair… It’s painful, but I don’t dream of death. What a feeling.”


    In the scenario of the game, hees into contact with the dark world after experiencing some kind of incident – it must be a detail unknown to me as a skipper. The prince, who is stained with demonic spirit, bes the sixth boss of the campaign, ‘King of Murder’.


    If I recall a little more memory, King Sal was a notorious boss enough to be called a ‘newbie cutter’ or a ‘keyboard breaker’. Even I, a deceased person among deceased people, was on the verge of saying things like ‘Wow, that really looks like a dog’, so I said it all.


    So it was. Until now, he had been fighting under Prince Ulkar’s curtains and was terrified to prevent his corruption.


    “…So you’re saying it’s gotten better anyway?”


    Prince Ulkar smiled and nodded. He wanted to keep asking, but he wasn’t in the mood to tell you more about it.


    I couldn’t forcefully dig into the secret parts of my lord, so I kept my mouth shut. On the other hand, there was also a belief that the nobleman, who was in the midst of winning and winning, would not fall suddenly.


    Instead of bombarding me with questions about my nightmares, I brought up an issue.


    “…So that’s why you made that decision?”


    “What decision do you mean?”


    “I decided to stick with the emperor.”


    Prince Ulkar smiled slowly and leaned back on the backrest.


    “Sir Phoenix seems to have questioned my judgment too.”


    “of course. Didn’t you know that he called you like this?”


    “That’s right. Others only agreed after talking all night long, but Kyung didn’t evene.”


    “…is there anyone who has been convinced?”


    “hmm. Thankfully, everyone understood what I meant.”


    “Oh no…


    I let out a deep sigh and argued with the prince.


    “All good. Negotiating with the emperor to end the war is good, eating Obdorf and Angst is good, someone bes the elector, and someone bes a lord. Everything is good.”


    “Then what are youining about?”


    “What about your brother, the prince?”


    “brother?”


    “Zacharis, who ran excitedly after thinking that the prince was dead. The prince, who looked like a dog chasing a chicken, said, ‘You’rete, Mr. Would you like to just say, ‘It’s a pity’ and go back?”


    “What should I do if I’m content with the kingdom’s territory being intact and retreat?”


    Prince Ulkar tapped the armrest and calmly exined.


    “My eldest brother is a very clever person, contrary to the public opinion. You won’t have a great fight involving a hundred thousand troops just by quartering.”


    “Are you done with that? How famous the prince’s brother is for being intolerant, it’s obvious – he’ll be very frothy and rambunctious as he uses his highness of being a traitor. So, who will be the first to catch fire? Of course, isn’t it Princess Yuril who lives in the capital?”


    Perhaps it was an expected question, but the prince was still calm. However, he couldn’t hide the slight paleness of his face.


    “My eldest brother is also in the same ss as Yuril, so what kind of harm will he do? Moreover, it would be dishonorable to hold a child who has been imprisoned in a monastery for a long time ountable for what I did. Even the king will not be able to cross the line even if he is afraid of the eyes of respect.”


    “Then you’re going to fuck around that line.”


    “Why are you feeling a little ufortable now? I thought I was okay because I saw my younger brother in my dream, but thinking about it again, I don’t think it’s a spirit?”


    I asked the question again to the silent Prince Ulkar.


    “Are Obdorf and Angst more important than Princess Yuril?”


    “no.”


    The answer was immediate.


    “It is not so. never.”


    Blue eyes shone brightly, and the prince spoke in a low voice.


    “That child is more important to me than my honor, my faith, my life and everything else.”


    “…Then”


    “But this is about my calling.”


    “A nickname?” Prince Ulkar gave me a heavy face as I blinked my eyes at what kind of bullshit this was.


    “The Hignds, Obdorf and Zeln Tree have been battlefields for hundreds of years.”


    I kept silent at the unexpected words, and the prince’s long-standing intention continued without interruption.


    “Even in the era when hundreds and thousands of small kingdoms were doing things. Even when King Conquer, my ancestor and founder of the dynasty, sent his trusted younger brother to the west as a Margrave. Even when Antashica’s conqueror (B) overpowered several kings and established an empire. This has always been a battlefield.” “Every ten years at the longest, once every three or four years at the shortest, arge army rises and fights, and each time the mountains and fields are burned, the wheat fields are trampled underfoot, and countless lives are lost.”


    Realizing what the prince was trying to say, I let out a devastatedugh.


    “Ha, so… are you saying that you will change sides to the Empire to prevent that?”


    “If this ce is owned by the kingdom, the emperor will not stand still. On the other hand, the eldest brother has not lost his original territory, so he will not recklessly fight.”


    After catching his breath, Prince Ulkar looked at me with an unparalleled confidence in his eyes.


    “Do I look like a traitor?”


    “The real traitors are the king and the lords of Zacharis. The emperors and electors of the empire. They are truly pitiful traitors who throw away my duty and responsibility as if they were devoted to them, while squeezing out the blood of their subjects under the pretext of protection.”


    Despite the strong sense of coercion pressing down on both my shoulders, I continued to ask myself.


    “Are you saying the Highness is different?”


    “exactly.”


    The prince’s answer was adamant.


    “I swear to the Lord that there will be no war between empires and kingdoms, at least as long as I live and breathe.”


    “I don’t want any more. I am not overconfident in my abilities.”


    Meeting the prince’s eyes, I realized that I would never be able to convince him, so I closed my eyes tightly.


    After KW