12. Great Kingdom.

The nobles shook their heads at her firm words.

The expression Cornelia was wearing meant she would absolutely not compromise.

 

 

“Your stubbornness is as strong as ever, Your Majesty.”

 

 

 

At that moment,

a woman opened the door and appeared.

All the nobles turned around, and Cornelia’s gaze also turned towards her.

 

Her thick, long black hair was tied into a single ponytail, and her expression, half playful and half relaxed, didn’t quite fit in here.

Yet, she naturally exuded elegance, making her a truly peculiar woman.

 

As was often the case with nobles, she was also a great beauty.

 

 

“!!…You little rascal.”

 

 

Cornelia muttered quietly, wrinkling her face.

 

 

How many years had it been since they last met?

Her close friend, with whom she had sworn to spend her life, had finally arrived in the homeland.

 

 

She knelt before Cornelia.

 

 

“Your Majesty’s loyal subject, Terrin de Yerina, has now arrived.”

“…Everyone, step back. I want to be alone with her.”

“…Yes, Your Majesty.”

 

One noble tried to say something, but the woman next to him quickly stopped him and bowed her head.

 

 

The two women who supported Persia.

If one was the emperor, Cornelia,

the other was ‘Terrin de Yerina,’ known as the ‘Sword of Persia.’

 

 

Cornelia also possessed unbelievable martial prowess, enough to fight and defeat a dragon, but the strongest person was still Terrin.

 

 

When the nobles had all left and they were alone, Terrin, who had been kneeling, immediately stood up.

Then, she scratched the back of her head awkwardly.

 

 

“Whoa~ Sorry about that. I originally just wanted to tour the Western Continent, but I ended up wanting to buy so many things…hehe.”

 

 

Cornelia frowned at her silly laughter.

 

 

“How can a mere duchess be out of the country throughout the entire war? Are you out of your mind?”

 

Even as she said that, she got down from the chair and hugged Terrin.

Of course, because she was smaller, it looked as if she was being hugged.

 

 

“Hehe. Why? Did you miss me?”

“Shut up. Who misses you?”

 

Terrin stroked her hair as if she were cute.

It was a tremendous act of disrespect for a mere noble to stroke the emperor’s head, but it was possible because they were irreplaceable friends before they were lord and vassal.

 

 

The two of them caught up after a long time, sharing various stories.

 

Sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, they strengthened their friendship.

 

 

 

“So, you finally made up your mind. Good job. Our Cornelia.”

“Ugh. I’m the emperor!”

“Okay, okay.”

 

It was a scene that looked like an older and younger sister.

If other people saw it, they would be shocked.

That the conqueror who unified Persia would look like that.

 

 

“So, what kind of child is the one you adopted as your new son?”

“He’s a pervert.”

“…You describe your son well.”

“And he’s impudent.”

“He’s surprisingly like you.”

“I’m the emperor, so I can be impudent.”

“Hehe. Okay. I have nothing to say.”

 

 

She raised both hands as if she had lost and shook her head from side to side.

 

 

“Go see Theodora. She must be having a hard time.”

“I guess so? I feel bad. For not being there when she’s having a hard time.”

“For not being there, you mean.”

“I tried my best. There were obstacles in the way.”

“Yeah right. How many beings could stop you? Unless it’s a dragon.”

“Hmm…pirates?”

“You’re kidding me.”

 

For mere pirates to stop Terrin? Even a passing dog would laugh.

 

 

“Ah, and. About Theodora’s marriage.”

“Marriage…? Isn’t that already…over?”

“…I want to…push it forward again. I want to marry her to my son.”

“….”

 

 

Terrin stared at her intently.

 

She knew from a distant foreign land that Theodora’s fiancé, Merlin, had been brutally murdered.

She vaguely expected that Cornelia and Theodora’s relationship would have grown distant because of it.

 

But to want to marry her to her son again.

 

“I’ve already told Theodora. She seems confused, but. Talk to her.”

“Hmm….”

 

 

She thought for a moment and then opened her mouth.

 

 

“I don’t care as long as that guy is okay with it.”

 

There was nothing to worry about anyway.

The person getting married was Theodora, so there was no need for her, the mother, to decide.

 

 

“Ah, but there’s a situation.”

“?”

“If she marries Aran, she has to leave this country.”

“???”

 

Terrin’s face twisted strangely.

What on earth was she talking about?

 

 

“We won the war against Srodia this time, right?”

“Yeah. I heard. Your new son played a big role.”

“Yeah. So, I’m going to take the land we got from Srodia and give it to him. At that time, I’ll establish a great kingdom and make it a vassal state.”

“…Great Kingdom?”

“Yeah. There’s a complicated situation.”

 

 

She explained everything to Terrin.

 

 

Starting with bringing in Aran, Huana was jealous of Aran, and the worries that arose from it, and so on.

 

 

Terrin listened to the story seriously.

 

“…Cornelia. This country is yours, but it’s also my country. I absolutely refuse to let it be destroyed like that.”

“Of course. I’m also worried about saving both my child and my country. In order for this to be achieved, the power of the Great Kingdom and the homeland must be in perfect balance. So that neither side can easily covet it.”

“The Mei Empire’s princess came as your son’s wife. Isn’t that dangerous? She will definitely provoke or cause discord between the two countries.”

 

Cornelia nodded quietly.

 

 

In fact, that’s why she was so worried.

 

“Anyway, for that balance, I want Theodora to marry Aran…and I want your family to go there too.”

“Tch. To exile me, the meritorious subject of the founding of the country, abroad. I’m disappointed.”

“Hmph. You’ve been abroad all this time. What’s with you now?”

 

Psh.

 

 

Terrin smiled slightly.

 

 

“Okay. If that guy says it’s okay…I’ll do that. Is my mission still to protect the prince?”

“Yeah. And I hope you don’t go abroad anymore.”

“……That’s a bit too much.”

“You little rascal. If Aran becomes the king of the Great Kingdom, Theodora will become the king’s wife. If she has a daughter, she might become the queen.”

“That’s…true?”

“So you have to take good care of her. You’re not planning on abandoning your granddaughter, are you?”

“Hmm…okay. I’ll stay put as much as possible. Hehe. A granddaughter who’s a queen. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Ah, but there’s one thing I have to say.”

“Yeah?”

 

Cornelia hesitated, but eventually decided to speak.

 

 

The most important fact.

 

 

That Aran was involved with a lot of women.

Cornelia knew of Iliana, Moae, Hancock, and Ramias, and there might be more.

 

“Actually, Aran already has 4 fiancées.”

“…What?”

 

 

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Congratulations. You can now make your 5th subscription.]

 

Aran, who had a total of 5 women, including Iliana, Moae, and the Srodian royal women.

When he came outside for a moment, the fairy of subscriptions (?) popped out.

 

 

The message she delivered was good news.

 

“Oh oh.”

[As I mentioned before, if you subscribe this time, you will have subscribed to a total of 5, so you will receive one genre point.]

“You said that if I take TS or something, I can have a power of tier 7 or higher, right?”

[To be exact, you can raise one tier each time you take 1 point.]

“Huh? What’s that? So, if I take 1 point, I’ll only become half a woman or something?”

 

She once said that if he became a woman, he could have tier 10, but he felt like he had been scammed.

 

[It’s not that weird. However, not everyone who is a woman can hold tier 10 mana. Just as each person has their own vessel, the vessel widens each time you take a point.]

“Then why did you call it TS?”

[Because it’s the most appropriate.]

“….”

 

 

Whenever he thought about it, genre points were somehow clumsy.

 

 

But it was definitely helpful in life.

Even if he turned into a woman, he could control it through mana control, so there was nothing to avoid.

 

 

“Then can I take a genre point right now?”

[No. You must subscribe and reach 5 to be given a genre point.]

“Hmm……”

 

 

Aran was worried about what to subscribe to, but soon remembered that he had to subscribe to magic.

 

He had the ability of swordsmanship tier 6, and if he took TS, he could become tier 7, but if he added magic to that, it would be the icing on the cake. Maybe he could even beat a dragon.

 

 

No, he could definitely win.

Bamgnir’s ability, swordsmanship, magic, and even archery.

 

If they were all tier 7, it would be strange if he couldn’t win.

 

 

“Okay. Then I have to subscribe to magic.”

 

 

Subscribing to magic was very simple.

There were plenty of magic books just in his room.

 

 

Aran came into the room for a moment, glanced at the women sprawled out, and then headed to his room.

 

 

The outside of the window was dark, but the corridors were quite bright with mana stones placed here and there.

 

 

Aran arrived in front of the room after walking for about 10 minutes.

 

“….”

 

 

Two guards were lying down.

 

They didn’t seem to be dead or unconscious, but sleeping, but it was a very unnatural situation.

It was one thing to doze off, but to be sprawled out and sleeping. It was impossible as a member of the Imperial Guard.

 

 

“…What is it? Is there an intruder?”

 

 

Aran carefully opened the door without rushing.

He heard a rustling sound from inside.

 

When he peeked his head in, he saw a black figure fidgeting near the bed.

 

 

‘…It can’t be a thief…is it an assassination? I suppressed Huana. Then who is it?’

 

He hadn’t done anything to incur resentment himself, but just being an adopted prince already made him have a lot of enemies.

Considering that, it wasn’t surprising.

 

 

He walked inside quietly, suppressing his presence.

 

‘I don’t know who it is, but…….’

 

 

Then he pounced on it.

 

 

“Invading the Imperial Palace is a great crime!”

“Kyaa!”

 

 

The figure was helplessly caught by the lightning-fast movement.

A thin scream came out.

 

It was a very pleasant and comforting voice.

It was a tone that men liked.

 

 

‘No, more than that, this voice is…’

 

 

The voice was quite familiar.

 

 

“A, Aran….”

 

 

She was embarrassed.

 

 

When he focused and looked at her, she was the third princess and his magic teacher, Ayla.

 

 

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