Herscherik

On that day, it was an evening of red sunsets, as if one side was burning around.

Turning his back on the red-dyed path to the sun, he was aiming for a place from the college. A mansion inhabited by nobles. He was also a nobleman, but he didn't look too good to the nobles who were born knights.

For them, the Ordis are thought to have no choice but to shake their swords. In fact, we can only shake our swords. But I was proud that I was protecting my country because of its power, and I didn't care what they said. The Ordis are swords of the country, shields of protection. Defeat is unacceptable once you run the battlefield. Because that's their existential meaning.

He stepped into the familiar mansion. He was blamed for the house's ordinance, but he ran up the stairs to his destination.

When I opened the door of one of the rooms, there were several humans with sinister faces. But his seeker was on the bed with a very peaceful face.

"Why..."

No one answers his whining. Again he didn't ask for it either.

To his fiancée, who just seemed to sleep on the bed, he just had to repeat the same words.

"Why not!!

To Octavian's scream, his fiancée never answered or woke up again.

Octavian was looking up at the familiar ceiling. It's hot and humid in the room, and the simple clothes instead of bedtime clothes are sweaty and damp, jumping the offense count.

"…… Not again.

When I got up and curtailed my eyesight with my right hand, I scratched my hair straight up on my forehead with my hand.

On a hard, hot night, I always dream of that dream. I guess it was because it was a hot day, too.

The sight of two years ago, which I still remember vividly, never faded over the years. Rather, it is vividly engraved in memory by time and never leaves the back of the brain. Plus the emotions of that time make him feel the pain every time he dreams, as if he was being pressed into the grill.

Get out of bed and open the window. The sun would have just come up, it was dim outside.

We are leaving for the Imperial Castle today. The cause was a formal notice of appointment received the other day.

"Appoint Octavian Ordis as the lead knight of Hershelik Gracis, seventh prince of the Kingdom of Gracis.

The Twenty-third King of the Kingdom of Gracis, Soluyeh Gracis. "

The fine paper had special ink and was written in streamlined letters written directly by Wang. The letters written in this ink will not fade over the years, as will the stamping by the jade seal pressed after the signature.

"Am I the lead knight?

Octavian accidentally saw the appointment twice, but it wasn't a mistake.

The letter of appointment was left on my desk, just like it was yesterday before I went to bed.

Octavian looks at the paperwork for a moment and remembers yesterday. Octavian punches his tongue.

I didn't want to be a knight to him or anything, especially the head knight of the royal family. I used to admire it and it was a goal, but now I want to beat myself up at the time.

But if you waste your time here, it is also the responsibility of the clan fraternity. My father is still fine because he is retired.

But the brothers will surely be blinded from the upper management and cut off from the path of birth. I wasn't the brothers to hold on to that, but I still couldn't have bothered my family.

Octavian strips away her sweaty clothes. We're going to start working out our routine. I remember. The workouts I've been doing since I was a child were already a part of my life, so if I don't do them, I get sick the other way around the day.

Get dressed and grab his favorite sword. He leaves his room.

"Can you do a royal knight……?"

No one listened to the words like throwing up and throwing them away, and of course no one blamed them, dissolving in the morning air and disappearing.

Octavian finishes his routine workout and heads to the dining room when he showers and dresses in his room. The whole family was in their seats, except for their sister, who was already in martial arts training.

When he takes his seat, breakfast is brought to the table simultaneously. Unless there were circumstances in this House, it was decided that breakfast would be for the whole family.

"Brother Octa, are you going to Royal Castle today?

It was my sister who cut out the conversation. My sister, who is sixteen years old, has been captivated by the royal family since she saw the royal family in the social arena.

Octavian feels a little bitter for her purely longing, but that didn't come to her face because it has nothing to do with her sister.

"Yeah, I'm supposed to do some formalities and go to Your Highness this afternoon.

"Your Highness………!

I narrow my eyes to Octavian's words as if I were in love.

"I hear that His Highness Hershelik is like your mother and has wonderful blonde hair. It is still less popular in the college......"

"I see.

Octavian responded slightly.

The royals don't leak. Everyone looks great. Its head, King Soluyeh of the Kingdom of Gracis, is so old this year that if it's only about appearance, it will prevail in the twenties.

The appearance of a blue eye in a platinum blonde like the one that gathered the moon's light would make anyone look lukewarm. The king's sons and daughters were beautiful men and girls of a wide variety without leakage. Such royalty is admirable to the noble sons and daughters.

(That was certainly very popular.

When Octavian enrolled in the College, everyone from Prince I to Prince VI enrolled in the College.

If they walk out to move, a female student follows them around like a chick chasing a mother bird. Another faction was formed between my favorite princes, and the feuds between the factions were quite promising.

Once it was just a shady exchange, the female students reflected on the grieving face of the first prince and the cold response of the second prince, and the ensuing conflict was harmless to others in arguing "how nice their prince is," but it was probably a war that made the princes chase a lot of moral damage.

Even now, the faction is rooted in the college, and my sister seems to be in the faction of the First Prince.

"Isn't His Highness Hershelik popular?

Reminds me of the prince from the interview. With the same eyeballs as his father in his sara blonde hair, he would be the Orthodox prince they prefer.

"Well, His Highness Hershelik is still young... compared to the others..."

He is convinced by his sister, who seems sorry. The seventh prince is certainly a beautiful boy from the average person's point of view. But if I line up with the royal family, I'm really inferior.

Until then when it comes to lack of hua, Octavian has a little sympathy for the seventh prince, who gets down every bit when the level around him is high.

"You guys, stop chatting and clean up your meals. And disrespectful to Your Highness.

In his father's words Octavian hurries to proceed with his meal. My parents and my brother had already finished their meals.

"But Father, the seventh prince certainly has a reputation in the castle if he doesn't.

It was my eldest brother who said so. My eldest brother, four above himself, had already been entrusted with the captain in the Knights.

"The same goes for the exterior, but I hear Your Highness is a tease of exercise, and no magic.

"Oh, I've heard that, too.

That's the second brother to make tea after meals. Two older brothers than Octavian have also had outstanding results in the recent crusade against demons.

"I moaned that that ghost instructor mentored me straight away, but it wasn't an achievement at all.

Octavian says the ghost instructor must be the one he was interviewing. I did hear the prince say teacher.

"You're a prince with no such talent, so the king decided to put the lead knight on you, too, worried, right?

Originally, a leading knight rarely decides when he is as young as Hershelik. The leaders are synonymous with their royal bellies. It's strange that Hershelik, too young, has a lead butler instead of a lead knight.

"Well, Your Majesty has Her Highness Hershelik at the bottom and he's cute, so I wonder if he's being favoured. See, my youngest says he's the cutest. Hey, Father.

"Father, really?

I interrupt my meal and my sister sees my father. His eyes were very full of expectations.

"Your father, he's all cute. Eat fast.

My mother sends a help boat to my father who has trouble responding. My sister hastily resumed her meal.

"So, let's get back to it, nobody thinks that His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince's lead butler is that strong at the end of the day.

The strong seek and are attracted to the strong. Even now, in the kings of history, the bellies of the kings, as they are told, were not leaked into examples, but many great men. Many of their stories also exist in the stories that are still told with the king's hero Tan.

"That's right - it's been a while since I've seen Octa really deal with him. Even we're out of hand.

Octavian sips tea and dodges his second brother's gaze.

"So we want to work with that butler. Regards."

"What do you say, I don't like it.

(Totally this family is usually normal but has no eyes when it comes to fighting.

Including myself, Octavian thinks. In the end, in the mock, the opponent gave him a good ride.

Moving my gaze, my father also kind of twitched and restless, which must have made me want to fight myself when I heard about my brothers. What a battle madman.

"Well, it's time for me to go out…………………………………."

"Wait.

My mother speaks to Octavian, who took her seat.

"Octavian, are you going out in that outfit?

"? Yes, it is..."

The mother is kind. But for some reason, the family, including Octavian, gets revered for being in front of their mother.

Octavian reviews his fitness again. I didn't think there was so much wrong with the outfit. I mean, it's no different than when my brothers came to work.

Sukuri and my mother rise from their seats. And smiled.

"Listen, you have become the lead knight of His Highness Hershelik. Clearly, the position is higher than that of your hidden father or the brothers of the Knights. I mean, it's the face of the Ordis family.

In my mother's words Octavian sees my father and my brothers. I'm in a hurry for everyone to be snorting. Or is that okay with my eldest brother, who inherits the governor?

"I will not tolerate such an outfit from the first day.

Dragged back to his room by his mother, who had said all that. And thirty minutes later, Octavian, who had not even gone out, became a mess, leaves the house behind.

Although he was a son to all the wrong women to look back on, he didn't even try to hide the tired look on his face.