Margrave’s Bastard Son was The Emperor - Chapter 115

Chapter 115

“Shall I prepare the carriage?”

It was a question asking whether it was time to conclude the social gathering and return. Mariv, without the slightest change in expression, merely smiled and covered his mouth with the wine glass. Gale was still watching this way, so it was to obscure his response.

“It’s settled. Since they are on standby, let it be so.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“And be vigilant.”

“…I will heed the command.”

Although the instruction lacked a direct object, the aide understood its meaning. He immediately bowed and went outside, and Gale’s gaze also shifted away. Other bureaucrats who had been engaged in conversation quietly inquired about the situation.

“Is it an urgent matter, Your Highness?”

“Not at all. What could be more urgent than sharing such a meaningful occasion with you gentlemen? Please continue with the description of the artwork.”

Of course, it was natural to be more intrigued by a young bastard who had conquered the great desert from humble beginnings than by the tedious old nobles before him. Gale must have also heard about the two’s entrance to the palace.

“Yes, Your Highness. The next piece was painted with pigments mixed with powdered magic stones. It actually emits light at night.”

“Oh, powdered magic stones?”

“It seems mixing various things into pigments is the trend these days.”

Pretending to listen to the bureaucrat’s explanation, Mariv nodded and glanced surreptitiously at Gale. Gale was enjoying the social gathering, his arm around Wesleigh.

In any case, taking the initiative would mean exposing one’s back. Mariv’s aide would have been keenly observing the movements of Gale and Wesleigh’s subordinates.

‘What are you planning to do, Gale?’

When Gale proposed a donation of 10,000 gold coins, Mariv did not object. On the contrary, he showed an attitude of finding it agreeable and hurriedly moving on to the next agenda.

It was indeed not a concern, and there was a desire to test Ian’s abilities. But more so, it was because the ‘Ministry of Magic’ was a place where Ian could be utilized in the future. It was not bad to leave some subtle hints.

‘While it might be difficult for Gale, but some of the dim-witted ones in the Ministry of Magic might be deceived.’

The same held true now. There was no need to welcome Ian to the point of breaking up the social gathering. They maintained their positions as if unaware of Ian’s existence until the very end.

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“Ah…”

Romandro quietly stretched, feeling a bit stiff. It was the time when the once clear and bright sunlight gradually deepened into dusk. It was natural for the body to relax after waiting for so long. However, Ian sitting next to him showed not a hint of disarray.

“Ian, are you alright?”

“About what?”

“Your back, your back. Perhaps it’s because you’re young. I’m dying to lie down.”

At Romandro’s grumbling, Ian gave a faint smile. It wasn’t intentional, but being in the imperial palace seemed to make him maintain his posture even more strictly. Ian, looking down at his now cold tea, guessed,

‘It seems to be taking much longer than expected, he must really be with Gale.’

That’s when it happened.

Knock, knock.

“His Highness Mariv has arrived.”

“Ah!”

Startled by the sudden presence, Romandro jumped up. Ian also naturally straightened his crumpled shirt, looking towards the door.

This was the first member of the imperial family he was seeing, crossing over a hundred years of time. Technically, the man he would be seeing was his ancestor, a member of the bloodline that had shared in the glory of the imperial palace. Though, in terms of relation, they were as distant as strangers.

Creak.

The door opened. A man with long golden hair tied back entered. His gently curving eyes were particularly striking. Even without smiling, he seemed to be smiling.

“Romandro, it’s been a while.”

“I am honored to see Your Highness Mariv.”

Romandro immediately bowed, placing his hand on his chest following the royal etiquette. Ian, standing a step behind, also made a graceful gesture. Truth be told, he was more accustomed to receiving greetings than giving them, but this didn’t feel too awkward either.

“You’ve worked hard. It must have been tough leaving your family and coming down here.”

“Not at all, Your Highness. It is an honor to add to the glory of Bariel and Your Highness.”

Ian barely managed to suppress a chuckle from escaping. For Romandro, this was quite the oratory feat. He went on and on about how much he enjoyed life in Bratz without missing a beat.

After a few rounds of formal conversation,

“So, you are Ian.”

Mariv’s gaze moved past Romandro to Ian.

Ian slowly lifted his head. The deep orange hue of the dusk poured over his face, making his left eye shimmer with a golden light, reminiscent of when magic was unleashed.

“I am honored to meet Your Highness Mariv. My name is Ian.”

His gaze was confident but not arrogant, his voice strong but not grating. The raised chin, the straight shoulders, and the neat posture were all reminiscent of the nobility he had seen countless times.

In truth, speaking frankly…

“Unexpected indeed.”

Mariv sensed a dignity beyond the ordinary in Ian. With a gesture for them to sit, he complimented Romandro.

“It seems Romandro has taught you the royal etiquette quite well.”

“Not at all, Your Highness. Sir Ian is so exceptional that there was hardly anything for me to teach.”

It was better than expected. It’s not easy to make such a favorable impression with just a first impression. As the three men took their seats, the servants replaced the cold teacups with warm ones.

“So, Sir Ian.”

He had not yet received a title, but he was, after all, to become a noble. Mariv used a title of respect to ask,

“How do you find it, coming to the central?”

“Just as I had heard. There’s a reason why Bariel, the support of the world, is so praised.”

It was sincere. Even if he wasn’t seeing the central region for the first time, Emperor Ian held the capital in high regard.

Perhaps pleased with the answer, the prince burst into a satisfied laugh. Romandro might not have noticed, but it was the first time the prince had laughed genuinely since entering the drawing room.

“I have been informed about the events in the borderlands through Romandro’s report. Romandro, process the report you brought within this week and issue the approval.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Romandro has returned home, but Sir Ian, you have left your home. It seems like many would have seen you off.”

Ian smiled.

Mariv knew better than anyone that Ian had no family. Yet, the question was phrased as such, clearly implying something more.

“Indeed, Your Highness. From the servants of the manor to the villagers, they held farewell ceremonies day and night. The bordering Cheonrye were no exception. They couldn’t see me for a while as I was heading to the center, so they expressed their regret in this way.”

The question was about the extent of Ian’s influence in his domain, and the answer seemed quite satisfactory. The support of the people and the alliance with the Cheonrye tribe were the biggest factors that enabled him to seize the lordship.

“I see. Ian, you will be a trustworthy lord.”

“That is too kind of you. Everyone knows that it was with Your Highness Mariv’s help.”

Mariv was impressed that Ian had deciphered his intentions.

He is indeed useful. Apart from his ability to use magic, his astuteness in understanding the context is extraordinary.

“Is it the influence of Count Dergha?”

For a bastard who lived in the pleasure districts, Ian’s presence was remarkably strong. Perhaps he had learned through harsh experiences under the count, and his time traversing the great desert had further toughened him. Even when facing the prince, there wasn’t a hint of trembling.

“You are aware of the New Year’s celebration schedule, aren’t you? The imperial New Year’s celebration is always special, but this year it is even more so.”

This year was particularly notable due to the nobility title awarding ceremony for Ian, who came from humble beginnings. In addition, several events, including the verification of magic users, were scheduled back-to-back.

Romandro cautiously interjected,

“I regret to say, having just arrived today, I have not been informed.”

“Is that so? The schedule is almost finalized. I will instruct my aide to pass it on to you before you leave the palace.”

“Yes, Your Highness. I will prepare with care.”

“After the New Year’s celebration, there will be an event organized by the Ministry of Magic. We will assess your magical power and proceed with departmental assignments, but…”

Mariv glanced at Ian’s left eye, which had returned to its normal green hue as the sunset faded. He then sharply posed a question that was as pointed as a blade.

“Before that, Ian. Do you believe you are suited for the role of a lord?”

The question was delicate and potentially awkward, fraught with ambiguity over whether it pertained to his background or his capabilities. Romandro, who had been listening quietly, involuntarily inhaled sharply and bit his lip.

‘It’s a question that can be twisted whether he answers no or yes.’

A lord who doesn’t see himself as fit is of no use, and excessive confidence is as bad as incompetence.

However, Ian seemed to have a clear answer in mind and nodded without much hesitation.

“Of course, I do.”

His response was bold and confident.

Romandro felt the breath he had held catch in his throat. Mariv’s eyebrow raised in a manner that suggested intrigue or displeasure, a look Romandro recognized. Ian, on the other hand, continued calmly,

“Since it is a decision made and established by Your Highness Mariv, who would dare say otherwise? My only duty is to fulfill everything perfectly, as per your wishes.”

‘…It’s too simplistic, does he think that because I’m a common-born bastard?’

The intention behind her question was transparent, almost simplistic to the point of being laughable, mentioning the Ministry of Magic and posing such a question.

The act of placing Ian in the lordship was a reconfirmation of his allegiance to Mariv, with the expectation of loyalty and the implication that he should serve dutifully as a spy within the Ministry of Magic.

“Confidence in one’s words is something I appreciate.”

“It is an honor, Your Highness.”

Mariv smiled contentedly, savoring a sip of his tea. Romandro, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, also took a timely sip of his tea.

Yet, as Ian continued to scrutinize Mariv’s face, he felt an odd sensation.

Blonde hair and pale eyes. Of course, these are common traits in the imperial family, but…”

Had Ian ever seen Mariv in the portraits of the past emperors?

In the corridor leading to the emperor’s bedroom in the secondary palace, the portraits of the past emperors were hung chronologically. Ian had passed by them once or twice a day, so it was unlikely he had missed them.

However,

‘I don’t recall seeing this person in any portrait.’

Gale’s failure in his rebellion seemed certain. Thus, naturally, Ian had assumed that Mariv, being the direct heir and a competitor, would succeed the throne. That was until this face-to-face meeting.

‘Could there be another heir?’

But it seemed there were no notable candidates.

Ian concealed his expression, burying his complex thoughts. For now, it was crucial to focus on the present and gain the prince’s trust. Regardless of what might happen, Mariv seemed to be the only one comparable to Gale at the moment.

“Sir Ian.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“How is the preparation of the tribute money that must be sent to the center going?”

There was gold from the sale of ghouls and plenty of high-grade magic stones, so there shouldn’t have been any issues. However, Ian lightly shook his head. He couldn’t reveal his hand to someone who might or might not become the emperor.

“No, Your Highness.”

“Hmm, that is regrettable. Then, I would like to make a favorable proposal.”

Mariv, unaware of Ian’s inner thoughts, set down his teacup.

Only Romandro, who had noticed Ian’s lie, sipped his tea restlessly with his head bowed low, thinking that his expression must not give anything away.