Book 8: Chapter 17


    Prince Bagrott, your people caused a riot at the entrance of the Royal Pce and even attacked His Majesty. Is there anything you want to say about this?


    As soon as Freya entered the room, she mmed the sword in her hand on the table, scaring the living daylights out of Royal Prince Bagrott. Stupefied, he looked at me with a shocked expression. My wound was bandaged in an exaggerated way. It was just a small cut, yet I was bandaged up as if I lost my arm. My face looked pale, which was actually thanks to makeup. I basically looked as though I just had a brush with death.


    Publicly insulting royaltys power and harming His Majesty; Prince Bagrott, kill yourself right here to apologise! Otherwise, well level your city in two days time! The Rosvenor Empire will not tolerate this sort of insult! You hurt the only Crown Prince at the entrance of the Royal Pce. Were you looking to bury all the people of your city as an apology?!


    Freya passed him the sword and roared at him with fury. I had no idea where she got it from for her act. I dont think Royal Prince Bagrott who was merrily drinking his wine expected such a stern roar. He almost dropped his cup of wine from the startle he received.


    I I I do not know anything about this This this my my subordinates are disrespectful but, it really had nothing to do with me! It had nothing to do with me!


    The chin of Royal Prince Bagrott trembled and he stuttered as he pleaded for mercy. He looked at the sword in front of him with terror. He desperately tried to pull away from us, putting as much distance between us as possible.


    Freya coldly chuckled then said, Shouldnt you be the one taking responsibility for your subordinates fault as their leader? Are you iming that you had nothing to do with what they did? Your subordinates did such a thing to a royal family member, and youre pleading us for mercy?! Sure, use your own blood.


    Freya pushed the sword over to him. She pushed it up to his neck and coldly said, Either you off yourself, or Ill stab it through your throat, right now. You were prepared to die when you decided to do that, were you not?


    Your Majesty!! Your Majesty! I beg you! Please!


    Royal Prince Bagrott hadpletely broken down.


    <em>I must acknowledge that Freya does indeed possess solid acting skills. Royal Prince Bagrott waspletely cornered now. The looming danger of death made him go straight down on his knees to beg me for mercy. His nasal mucus and ears were running down his face.</em>


    <em>How hrious for a man seemingly twice my age to be on his knees before me begging for mercy. </em>


    Prince Bagrott.


    I looked at the man in front of me and cleared my throat to avoidughing out loud. Were dealing with an urgent matter and its no time to beughing, but I couldnt help myself seeing him act soical. When he heard me speak, it was as if he was gripping onto straws. He even hugged my leg and cried. Freya, however, swiftly kicked him off.


    I watched him hold his stomach and groan. I sternly asked, Prince Bagrott, I want to clear up something. Did you people n this or was it an ident? Or were you perhaps joking with me but this ended up happening?


    We would not dare to, Your Majesty Royal Prince Bagrott wiped his tears and nasal mucus. While still holding his stomach in pain, he wore a painful expression as he went on, We only wanted to ingratiate ourselves with you. You are the next Crown Prince, so we would not dare to plot such a thing This is not a joke, either. It is but just a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding! It is just a misunderstanding. The others do not know, either. We really did not n this together!!


    Freya narrowed her eyes. Its a habit of hers whenever she thinks. I didnt know what she was thinking about, though.


    <em>Could she be thinking about how to continue nting the me on this poor guy? I think its enough now. Ive gotten the answer to what I wanted to know. Nobody lies when faced with death, especially when he doesnt consider death some philosophical thing. </em>


    All right then. I just wanted to know that much. Ill report this to Her Majesty. Your subordinates, who caused trouble, were killed by the Valkyries. Your people started it, so you expected as much, right? If youre dissatisfied in any way, go and report it directly to Her Majesty.


    I dare not. I dare not Those people deserved to die. I will not report anything. When I get back, I will eliminate their families, too, so please, please do not report this to Her Majesty. If you tell Her Majesty, I really will die! I really will die!


    So youre suggesting that youre not afraid that His Majesty will kill you?! You came here and brought along guards to cause trouble?! Freya kicked him in his head, and then raged, Youre afraid of Her Majesty, are you?! Are you not apologetic in the least about hurting His Majesty?!


    No! No! No!! I am very sorry! I am very sorry! I am very sorry about my subordinates hurting you, Your Majesty. I am very sorry!


    Youd do your best to remember this then. Let everyone know to stop. If this sort of thing happens again, you wont even have the privilege of killing yourself!


    Freya kicked him in his face. She then brushed her hands against each other as if she was patting off dust. She then pulled me out of the room. When we got outside, she let out a sigh of relief, Phew. That felt great!


    She then revealed a smile, signalling she had gotten her revenge and exined, Onii-sama, he toyed with me before, so consider this letting me vent.


    Ah, thats fine. I nodded and then added, If you want to, I can even have him die. Thats not a problem, either.


    No. If we do that, there will be nobody alive to spread this news around.


    It appears that Freya stays level headed even in these situations. I grinned and then said, Thats all for this incident then, I guess. Its just a bloodbath, right? The conflict this time was a little too excessive, but there doesnt seem to be any problems.


    No, Onii-sama. Freya tugged on the sleeve of my shirt and looked at me with absolute seriousness. She shook her head and exined, This is not just a simple bloodbath, but a plot, and one that someone is hiding.


    A plot? Youre saying that hes hiding some plot? He doesnt appear to be the type who considers death the same as returning home, though.


    No, Onii-sama. You must know that if he revealed plot, he would die an even worse death. If he did not, then you might not kill him. He was aware of that, even when we threatened him. He would be fine if he wrote it off as a conflict. However, if he admitted it was a premeditated plot, he was dead without question.


    I paused to think.


    <em>That sounds right. Indeed, I couldnt kill him if this incident was kept under wraps. Put another way, hes obviously dead if I want his life. If he mentions it, though, hes dead, too. It didnt matter what his choice was. He chose to hide it, and I did spare him. </em>


    How did you find out there was a plot behind the scenes?


    Do you still remember what he said? He said, The others do not know, either. We really did not n this together. Therein lies the problem. When did we ever say others were involved in the incident? Further, how did he know that there were others besides his own guards when there were no eyewitnesses, and how did he know that they were part of the same group present at the scene? That proves that they were all aware. They definitely nned this together. Acting first gives us the upper hand. However, Onii-sama, I believe that something more dangerous is in store. I am absolutely sure of it.