The Demon Prince goes to the Academy - Chapter 533

Chapter 533

The banquet was in full swing at the garrison, and of course there was also a banquet in the barracks of the general headquarters where Bertus was in command.

Ellen Artorius was also invited to a banquet held at the General Headquarters, but declined, saying she would rest in the barracks. Of course, I was still playing with the cat.

Heinrich is definitely a person who has the right to meet the emperor presiding over the banquet.

Although Temple has already become infamous, he was also a classmate of the emperor and was in charge of a very important axis of the Allied Forces.

When Heinrich asked for an interview, Bertus left the banquet hall and brought Heinrich into the barracks he used when he came to the garrison.

“Have you been drinking? It’s natural because every day is a day… … .”

At Bertus’ words, Heinrich knelt in front of Bertus and nodded.

“Yes, Your Majesty, a little… … .”

“Make it comfortable. It’s a yard with only two of us anyway.”

“… … Is that so?”

“sit down.”

Heinrich was seated in the seat of authority by Bertus.

in front of the emperor

No matter how much damage humanity has suffered, the emperor is the emperor.

Heinrich found it quite strange that he could summon the emperor with a single word and sit down with him.

If you put it that way, the Temple days are even more mysterious.

Bertus opened the stopper of the wine bottle and poured it into the glass placed in front of Heinrich, followed by his own.

“It’s a good day. So there’s no reason why you and I can’t have a drink. It looks like you’ve already had a drink in there.”

“… … thank you.”

Heinrich smiled bitterly after passing a sip of the wine the emperor poured out.

It was a yawning wine that was no different from the wine that arrived at the Kernstadt Military Headquarters.

Even the emperor can only drink this kind of thing now.

Bertus also took a sip of wine and let out a deep sigh.

“It would be nice if it was like this in the future.”

“I know.”

Bertus’ gaze, as if looking at a distant mountain, was not looking at anything.

just like today

It would be nice if all future battles were like today.

But everyone knows it can’t be.

It was not an attack on a large city with a super-large warp gate. At that time, it was clear that damage would occur on a different level than before.

An overly easy first operation may unwind the allied forces.

However, Heinrich was not in a position to worry about such things.

You have to fight where you are told to fight. Other than that, I didn’t pay much attention to the strange things.

It’s presumptuous to go beyond what you can do.

Unlike before, Heinrich is good at grasping the subject now.

Of course, today he did a pretty presumptuous thing to call the emperor by borrowing the spirit of alcohol.

“That’s why he didn’t ask to see me because he wanted to see my face for the first time in a while.”

“… … .”

“Do you have any questions?”

Bertus said that, wondering if Heinrich had come for something else, but Heinrich shook his head.

“There’s a problem I’m not familiar with… … . I think you would know.”

“Is it a problem?”

“What would you do if you were me now?”

“hmm?”

Bertus tilted his head at such an unexpected question.

“I’m not sure what you’re asking because it’s such an abstract question.”

“So if you were in my situation right now… … .”

I didn’t dare to mention the details because it was cursed just to bring it out of my mouth.

So I could only speak vaguely.

Because Bertus is smart, he knows politics as much as he is the emperor.

I feel like I can get an answer I don’t know just by thinking about it.

“If you are in my current situation… … . what am i doing… … . Do you think it’s the best choice?”

His brothers hate him.

However, his position would gradually grow, and that had nothing to do with Heinrich’s intentions.

This unintentional conflict seems to explode, but I don’t know what to do. I just knew that it would be a problem whether or not I stayed in Kernstadt.

That can only be answered under the premise that Berthus knows Heinrich’s position and the internal circumstances of the Kernstadt royal family.

“I don’t know this and I don’t know what to do. No matter what I do, it seems like there will be problems and no matter what I choose, there will only be problems. So the only person who knows this well is you who come to mind around me… … . so… … .”

So you committed such rudeness.

Heinrich added smallly.

“well… … .”

Bertus is silently contemplating as he rolls the red liquid in his wine glass.

Bertus had already noticed what Heinrich was asking.

“Your older sister who transferred you to the Kernstadt Army… … . Do you know what Louise von Schwarz’s actions mean?”

“A little, very little.”

“Yes, I mean I won’t be swayed by the General Command. Or rather, I was trying to have something to hold and wield.”

Heinrich knew that too.

“It’s ridiculous to talk about post-war already, but… … . In any case, you have no choice but to become a very important person in Kernstadt or the Schwarz family. This is the natural flow.”

“… … huh.”

“I don’t know what you should do. ’cause you don’t know what you want I don’t know what you’re supposed to do, but I think I kind of know what’s going to happen to you.”

“What will happen to me… … . Day?”

“okay.”

Bertus looked at Heinrich quietly and took a sip of wine.

“Perhaps your brothers will try to kill you. Whether it be during the war or after the war.”

At Bertus’ words, Heinrich widened his eyes.

He doesn’t know who sent the letter, but Heinrich knows it’s not Bertus.

However, Bertus also gives the same answer as the mysterious letter.

“why… … . do you have to do that? What did I do so wrong. I am… … .”

“Heinrich. Listen and don’t be angry.”

After drinking all the wine, Bertus exhaled his hot breath and looked at Heinrich.

“There is a possibility that you are an illegitimate child.”

What Charlotte de Gradias knows, of course Bertus de Gradias knows.

At those words, Heinrich had no choice but to gaze blankly into Bertus’ eyes with his eyes wide open.

“No words… … . Nonsense… … . lie. Do not lie.”

That’s why Heinrich had no choice but to deny Bertus’ cruel suspicion with trembling lips.

“I said it was a possibility, but not a fact.”

“Yeah, so. I didn’t come to you to hear such nonsense… … .”

“You know that.”

Bertus said with a firm expression.

“If this is true, it explains why you are hated.”

“… … .”

Hatred, contempt, and hatred beyond measure.

It’s just a possibility, but if it’s true, the environment you’re in is all understandable and understandable.

Heinrich could only stare blankly at the glass with a stiff expression.

* * *

Heinrich staggered out of the headquarters barracks and trudged along.

bastard.

Words I had never thought of before in my life were stuck in my head.

Bertus said that this was only a possibility, but did not say that it was the truth.

But Heinrich felt like a puzzle was being put together in his head.

Why did I awaken my psychic powers that are expressed under intense stress in childhood that I can’t even remember?

Why did his brothers die in the fires he created in those childhood years?

Why, at the age of only eight, he had to attend the Temple rather than the Royal Academy of Kernstadt.

Why do they look at the youngest child who is becoming a war hero even now as if he were looking at something disgusting and constantly ignore and despise him?

It wasn’t an accident, but a murder at a young age that he didn’t know about.

It was just that it was so unpleasant to see an illegitimate child emerge as a key figure in the Schwartz family, and was it difficult to accept because it was a guy who ate two of his descendants?

Then why.

I’d rather kill them when they cause an accident like that.

Why did he have to be banished to the temple just to save his life?

It was only then that the memories of my childhood, when the cold eyes of my siblings and parents were not well remembered, came to my mind vaguely.

Was it not that he was hated after the accident, but that he was hated from the beginning?

Or rather, did he become a psychic because of the hatred of his brothers?

Was it because of the brothers’ abuse that continued from the time when I couldn’t even remember the root of my supernatural power in the first place?

Heinrich stumbles back to the Kernstadt barracks and walks through the noisy allied army zone.

As he headed toward the Kernstadt military camp, he heard voices calling out to Heinrich, saluting, and cheering him vigorously.

Normally, he would have smiled and waved, but Heinrich didn’t have the energy to do so now.

‘then… … . What should I do?’

If it is certain that he is an illegitimate child, it is highly likely that the rumors that the Schwarz family’s brothers are trying to kill him are true.

It will happen after the war, and there is no guarantee that it will not happen even now during the war.

‘If you ask me to protect you, I can do that.’

Bertus said to Heinrich.

‘But since I’m bringing in the recruit Louise von Schwarz took, she’ll probably object. It’s because I’m going to overthrow what she clearly expressed her will.’

‘okay… … ?’

‘Perhaps you doubt my intentions. It is also a situation that can be enough. It’s only natural that you’d be a war hero, and the symbolism of your existence would be on par, if not as good as Ellen’s. You could say I’m using you to do something stupid. And that’s something I can say even if I don’t really mean it. I’m giving them the excuse of meddling in their internal affairs.’

You may be protected by the Emperor.

However, in that case, the emperor would have to shoulder a fairly heavy burden.

‘And I’m sure I’ll put your life in more danger.’

‘… … I guess so.’

‘But it must be difficult to remain in Kernstadt. Because you are constantly exposed to danger… … . Even so, if you say you will remain at the Temple Garrison, you will be suspected of having other ulterior motives in your own way… … . Hmm. It’s complicated.’

bastard.

If that was true, Heinrich would have no choice but to die no matter which way he went.

The brothers are trying to kill themselves.

He dies even if he is protected by the emperor, and he dies even if he remains in the Kernstadt army.

As long as he belongs to this allied army and as long as Heinrich’s bravery remains as it is, the future in which the brothers will try to kill him is certain.

‘I then… … . What should I do?’

‘Heinrich.’

‘uh.’

‘Isn’t that obvious?’

Bertus shrugs.

‘I have to kill to live.’

‘… … .’

‘We’re killing monsters because we want to live, right? What’s the difference between this and this?’

‘… … .’

‘Of course, if all the Kernstadt royalty die except for you, there will be chaos. So I don’t want that situation. Confusion in the allied forces is as big as your death.’

If Heinrich kills the royal family’s enemies who are trying to kill him in order to survive, great confusion occurs in the allied forces.

‘But you have to do something to survive. Whatever it is.’

Bertus could not help Heinrich save himself, but he could keep his mouth shut. Said so.

It is the gathering of humanity’s will to survive even in this army.

So if Heinrich wanted to live, he had to do something.

Is he really an illegitimate child?

Just like what the mysterious letter said, like Bertus predicted.

Are my brothers really trying to kill me?

If so, do I have to kill my brothers in order to live?

I don’t like being killed or being killed.

The only thing I wanted was to be treated like a brother.

I can’t help it because the situation is like that.

It wouldn’t be possible for this to happen for one reason.

Heinrich walked aimlessly and arrived at the barracks of the Kernstadt army headquarters.

The banquet was still in full swing, and there was a loud chatter coming from inside the banquet hall tent.

I don’t want to see the people in there. whoever it is

Heinrich turned to the back of the barracks and tried to go to his tent.

I don’t know what to do next.

Nothing is certain yet, so I have no intention of doing anything.

No, he even thought that he might be better off being killed.

“… … Where have you been?”

However, Heinrich at the back of the barracks had no choice but to look back at the sound calling him.

“… … older brother.”

The eldest son and the second heir to the throne of the Schwartz family.

German von Schwarz. And the second son, Alphonse von Schwarz.

The two of them were talking outside the barracks, perhaps to get some fresh air or to have something to talk about.

Alphonse tends to argue openly, but in the case of German von Schwartz, he treated himself as though he existed.

“In the headquarters barracks… … . I’m home.”

“… … What have you been doing?”

It was German’s question, as if it were an interrogation.

Because he is an illegitimate child.

Is it because he is an illegitimate child?

Is it because he has only a half-root bloodline that he always has to ask hard questions like this?

Because he is inferior to others, he has to admit that he is inferior to others as family, so he always sees himself with such a dry and hard expression.

One ignores, the other despises.

“I went to see a friend.”

“Who are you talking about as a friend?”

“Is there anyone else besides His Majesty the Emperor?”

It wasn’t even a Templar garrison, but Ivia and Bertus were the only people who could be called that in the headquarters barracks.

When the word emperor is casually mentioned, Alphonse von Schwartz begins to laugh.

“Hey, our youngest is amazing. Are you just pretending to be friends with the emperor?”

Heinrich rolled his eyes at that blatant sarcasm.

“I don’t think so, but His Majesty seems to think so.”

“… … her.”

Alphonse’s expression hardened at Heinrich’s retorting words.

As if Heinrich, who always listened silently, did not expect to speak in this way.

“You’ve become arrogant, youngest.”

These were the words of German von Schwarz.

“It is true that you are an important military force, but you belong to the Schwarz royal family. You claim to be a friend, but whether you visit the emperor personally for an audience should be decided after consulting with me or your sister.”

It means reporting every step.

As long as you belong to the Schwartz family, there may be political leeway in your every move, so be careful.

The word itself is correct.

But is it only in this case that we are treated like brothers?

And I’m on my way to ask if you guys are trying to kill me. Do you think it’s possible to consult with you guys about that?

“Don’t act rashly. No matter how good the day is, you will have to behave properly as a member of the royal family. If you don’t want to cause unnecessary misunderstanding, refrain from doing this.”

misunderstanding.

what kind of misunderstanding

You are the one who is wary of yourself who has no thoughts.

German’s cold words and Alphonse’s sneering attitude.

As if their words were over, the two turned their eyes away from Heinrich.

I drank.

And Heinrich wanted to know.

Heinrich looks at his brothers with a firm expression.

“Brothers.”

“I have nothing more to say. Listen… … .”

“Am I an illegitimate child?”

“!”

“what?”

He wanted to see if the possibility he had heard was true.