Life in Another World as a Maid Mage

Walk down an unpopular corridor with an empty vessel. It was fortunate that there were no intercessors. Now I'm sure you're exposing yourself not as King Stridia Robert Valenti Stridia, but just as Robert.

The sweet and bitter love that did not materialize during the reign of Prince Wang burns himself as if it were now.

(― Jessica)

I loved her. I loved her from the bottom of my heart.

The youngest of the castle maids, the last daughter of the Baron's family. Unlike other daughters, there was no glamour, but she was a simple and gentle daughter. I was strongly attracted to the honest and decorative nature. A daughter who is healed together.

Days when thoughts meet and secretly meet. But the difference between the two identities, and the fact that they were the only princes in this country, did not allow it to happen.

― ― Mother was weak and finally able to give birth to Robert alone. I hear that there were many voices to the Father King that he wanted a healthier side chamber that would give birth to many succession candidates. But the Father King, who loved his wife deeply, persisted in not accepting it. I think that the form of the Father King's love, which permeates the feelings of one woman, is noble.

But as a result, I would not have thought that one son would pay for the attachment. If he had other brothers, he might have taken the throne of the Crown Prince and chosen a way to accompany Jessica. Among the princes of all generations, there was no one who gave up the inheritance to the prince with a lower order for the daughter she liked, and no one descended.

But Robert was the only prince. Prince Wang, the only prince who cannot be replaced. There can be no freedom of marriage. It was my duty, of course, to be healthy in the national interest, to marry a daughter with enough backing to accompany her qualifications and upbringing as the next mother-in-law, and her identity.

My father was allowed to welcome the king's most beloved woman to the queen because she was a commensurate daughter of the Duke.

But Jessica is not a nobleman, she is the daughter of a baron at the end. Jessica, who grew up in the countryside and grew up freely, had no ambition for the Queen's throne, and was neither educated nor prepared nor prepared to teach the Queen. This was something she herself said.

I admire His Highness from the bottom of my heart. It is an unprecedented pleasure that you have listened to me. But your identity is too heavy for me. "

At the last encounter Jessica left - and left the castle within a few days. There must have been some pressure to realize that she existed, but she neglected to become the shackle of Robert herself.

In order to reward her for choosing to leave in preparation, I also decided to prepare myself. Because I loved my country as much as I loved her. There was no way to abandon her identity or position and chase her, but she could not be forgiven. Even if she were allowed, she could not tolerate the ruin of the country in the throne inheritance struggle that would inevitably occur when she abandoned the throne of the Prince, who was only one prince.

I sealed my thoughts on Jessica, and chose a daughter from a few friendships to welcome her to the queen. I think I loved the queen quite enough. The queen admired herself again.

And Jessica also hoped that she would find a new love somewhere and be happy.

But...

"... I can't believe you were manipulating me and leaning on the convent."

More than a decade later, it was Jessica who was entrusted with the care of the children in an orphanage attached to a monastery that visited the western territorial capital - an occasion or a strange visit. After leaving the castle, he left the house before his friendship was wrapped up. She was somewhat forgiven for the fact that her brothers had already succeeded to the throne and benefited from succession, and that the two sisters had also gotten married. Days when you are allowed to leave home and live a gloomy life in a monastery. Of course, the body was in the virginity of the maiden. She said that the purity that could not be dedicated to the man she loved the most remained with God.

─ It's only for tonight. Please, have mercy. '

A one-night covenant. Jessica wanted it.

While dealing with the children, I really wanted to hold the child in my hand. Whatever the outcome, I will not bother you in the future. So.

In my opinion, I was having an unexpected encounter with my first encounter in more than a decade. Neither herself nor her.

Why did you lay down your body at that time while choosing a way to break up? That evening's exchange was not over by itself. As if filling the void until then, until the sky begins to whiten again and again.

The result was exactly what she wanted - conceiving a child. A child without a father since birth.

I only met my baby once.

Because Jessica wanted to cut off the fence of the royal aristocrats so that they could smell their nature and not be used politically, and raise them as only human beings and ordinary children. She took the baby and secretly moved to Tris without even being noticed by her biological family. She tried to give her alimony and everything she needed to live, but she also insisted on it all. I knew that I would not want it, so I was also rejected as the proposed side room.

You may be worried about us, but maybe it was a woman's idea.

─ Even if you can't accompany the man you like, there are women inside who want only the child who has received the blood.

I have spoken secretly with a close friend, Fradrik Faucher, as someone who had children with a woman other than his wife. It was when I asked for opinions as a leader in the road.

"I don't understand that feeling very well, but, for example, did Blaizac's mother do the same?

When asked, he laughed bitterly.

"No, unfortunately - it was really a mistake in my case. It was a mistake when he was still a blueish boy. I got drunk with a girl I didn't even know who I met at the club."

Huh? What a surprise. It's not like that. "

"It's no excuse to say that I was young, but it was never just because I was drunk. It was just a barren act of bumping into each other's dissatisfaction with their situation. She married someone she didn't like, and I was frustrated that my father and grandfather couldn't live up to their expectations. However, I didn't expect to be a child only once."

As a result, I did what I felt sorry for the daughter and the son who was born. Fradrik murmured with deep remorse.

"... the wrinkles of the problem always go to the weak - women and their children."

Robert respected Jessica's will. However, I turned my hand from the back so that I wouldn't have any trouble living, and offered my good offices so that I wouldn't be noticed. It was a life that could never be said to be rich, but Alexei grew up healthy surrounded by friendly people with good hearts, and life with her mother was quite happy.

But now I should have forced you to give me a separate house. Jessica didn't have to be luxurious, but if she lived a simple, everyday life, wouldn't Jessica have lived longer? I wonder if Alexei could still spend time with her beloved mother.

"... wrinkles."

Though the baroness of the end, it must have been a heavy burden for the daughter of a nobleman who has lived without any inconvenience to live in the city well without any support.

He continued his gloomy life in the convent, and then with his children he threw himself into the city well. It seemed that the matter was gradually eroding her body. If she had been married to a nobleman, she would have had time off to be a nurse and caregiver, but the life of raising a young child by herself and going to work to get food would have been much harsher for a woman.

Jessica, slowly debilitating, got sick and left the world without hesitation before Alexei reached ten.

At that time, he also lost two sons of the second prince, who had been educated as Prince Wang and his next of kin, in an unfortunate accident. And the queen, saddened and mentally debilitated, could sleep on the floor for a long time. Those responses and the days of being chased by his official duties as king.

I didn't have time to look through the regular reports of Tris' "wife and child", and I didn't notice what Jessica had done or that Alexei had been placed in an orphanage for months.

Wrinkles go to the weakest.

Fradrik's words were true.

Robert prioritized his duties as king and neglected his attention to the wives and children he had made outside. Neither my husband nor my father was able to support me. Isn't it too irresponsible to realize that we were alone?

And Jessica did not realize the danger of living in isolation and helplessness by herself, with all her generous support. I didn't realize what would happen to the children left behind if anything were to happen to them before they became independent.

"Parental disqualification. Me and her."

A bitter feeling burned my chest.

All the problems wrinkled Alexei, the most vulnerable.

"Mother."

It was not once or twice that I saw my late mother crying and sleeping.

What happens when I call you back now?

I should have taken it back knowing I was lonely in the orphanage, but I didn't look very happy. It was a shame that Olivier and his half-brother seemed to get along, but Alexei was terribly anxious when he was gone. It didn't just come from a feeling of alienation.

And he kept a trustworthy man by his side, and arranged that he should never be left alone. Still, there are not many people who look at the person in front of them and say words of contempt.

Son of a concubine. A lowly child who enters the main chamber and seeks the throne.

Otherwise, it seems that some people despise it as easy if they don't know what's grown up in Ichii, or are approaching it openly.

The court of the whirlpool of thoughts grew up in a free and healthy world and was too harsh for a young boy who lost his mother in the shallow days.

--What is the wise king? No matter how much you may be honored as a king, you will not be able to keep one of your sons satisfactorily. Even the woman I loved the most died.

What should I have done?

If I hadn't held Jessica that night, it would have been the best. Because it was an act that knew each other that a child born would be a delicate bastard of his/her position.

But I don't want to deny Alexei's existence.

It's selfish.

My legs stopped.

I slammed my fist against the wall. Furious anger. You throw up at your foolishness and unworthiness. Both the words "I love you" and the words "I'm sorry" are embarrassing.

"... Jessica. Alexei"

Loosely, he turned his gaze outside the window.

The snow didn't seem to stop after all.

A few years later.

The soft, cute yellow color of the young leaves adds color intensity, around the beginning of summer.

Roverett sat up on the floor with a stunning contrast of refreshing sky blue and green trees over the window.

I was supposed to still be working at my age, but in the opinion of the waiter, I had it for several months. The disease, which gradually eroded the body over several years without even realizing it, progressed rapidly in the past year. I moved the office next to the bedroom so that I could rest at any time, but in the past six months, I have had more paperwork on the floor, and in the past two months or so, I could not get up from the floor.

Not as long as it takes, Olivier has already taken over his duties as king. Gentle and gentle in heart, it was like hiding in the shadow of two good brothers in childhood, and Olivier, who at the time of his nomination as heir, secretly thought that he would not be forgiven as the next king, did not have that appearance as early as possible. It is now showing a single scale as a brilliant king that combines serenity and severity.

And Alexei.

"... let's go."

In a room where he and his son were alone after paying the bill. The other son I summoned was determined.

"... ahh. I wanted to help him if I could - but as it stands, it's just Olivier's fault. I don't want to pull my legs at a time when I'm about to step out as a new king."

Alexei leaves the castle. Throw away your identity.

― ― The queen also became the queen, and the king fell on duty, knowing that his life was short, the nobles in the palace split in two. No, the signs have been there since before.

Prince Olivier, a prince of kings who served the royal family for generations and swore allegiance to the kingdom and the king.

And the Third Prince Alexei, which is composed of prestigious nobles and emerging nobles who are out of the center of politics due to various circumstances. When it comes to bastards who were later welcomed, it is their saying that Alexei dominates the sequence of succession to the throne in the order in which they were born.

Although it was a compelling reasoning, many aristocrats unexpectedly belonged to the Alexei. Many aristocrats were dissatisfied with the fact that a limited number of kings and high-ranking bureaucratic seats had been occupied for a long time by people in the same house. It was just a story that someone worthy of the seat left the same house for two generations in a row, but I guess I wasn't convinced. I don't know how you feel, but I don't know.

However, there is a plausible reason for bias in power, but it is the aristocrats of the Alexei who are dazzled by that power. How many people are really thinking about the country and the people? After the death of the King, who had lived little, the prince of the bastard, who would have lost his back, was puppeted, and he was instigated to eliminate the Prince of the King and take his throne, and they plotted to take their seats near him.

But Alexei's bond with Olivier is surprisingly strong even with her parent, Robert. It's like a twin with a separate soul.

Gentle and pure Alexei wore off in sight. Not only did they despise their dear brothers with slander that they did not have at present, but they also began to be openly shouted at by the daughters who had not looked at them before. Some of them made a fait accompli with tactics, and some of them planned to fit into his queen's seat.

Too many aristocracy dropped their hands and eliminated them, but the air in the castle gradually became rough.

As it stands, there are obstacles to national politics. And eventually, you may see blood.

--If you don't even have yourself, things will be fine.

It must have been inevitable for Alexei to think so.

Olivier, who was still heartbroken by this throne inheritance struggle, also felt that he had no choice but to free himself from the castle to save Alexei, who had been deeply hurt. He was more worried that he was going to deprive the bastard prince of his liberty and feed him to the castle than he was worried about.

Certainly, there was no denying that Alexei had such a temptation to summon him to the castle. That's what I thought if there were brothers to support Olivier, who were suddenly about to be crushed by the weight of the seat of succession and his responsibilities.

Robert made a decision on their offer. Get Alexei out of the castle.

I discussed it with my close associates to get their approval, and I was ready to let Alexei escape safely. He himself had been intimate with him for a long time and had been in intimate contact with Blaisak Faucher, who had already gone down to the city well, deciding how to pretend to be after he had left.

"... I'm sorry. I've made you feel bad."

It was a word of no salvation, but I couldn't help but say it. Not as a king, but as a father. I made this child bear all the wrinkles of his own mistakes.

Alexei opened her eyes. Her hair colour and face were nothing like herself, but her purple blue eyes were very similar.

"... to be honest, I can't forgive a father who left his mother alone."

After a while of silence, he said.

"As a son or a man, I can't forgive you. But I am grateful to you for making me a child of my mother and for letting my brother meet Olivier. Besides,"

Chestnut hair very similar to Jessica fluttered. Purple blue eyes narrowed into the shape of a smile.

"Mother said she couldn't be with her father, but she was a very fine man. My mother never lied to me. That's why I believe in my mother. I know you're a terrible father, but you're a good king. I studied how hard my grandfather and father worked to make the country rich."

"... Alec. You..."

The words filled Alexei's heart.

He's a nice kid. This child has already forgiven. Even though I say I can't forgive you, I still forgive this unworthy stupid father.

Alexei

"What?

"... I'll tell you what that name means."

"What does your name mean?

--Only one thing I gave you that I couldn't do as a father. Meaning that.

"Alexei - Old word, guardian."

"Guardian...."

"This is my name, but my middle name is... your mother gave it to me."

"Mom?

"Ah, royalty is the custom that the first name is the father, and the middle name is the mother. Your middle name, Frenvali, is also an old word, meaning a gentle earth."

Guardian. Gentle earth.

"- I couldn't protect you. You're not gonna be like me. Someday, if you can find someone you care about, you can do everything you can to protect them."

Alexei Frenvali Stridia.

My sweet little boy. Please, be strong, stay strong. Like this harsh and gracious gentle earth.

"Oh, okay. I promise to be a man without shame in that name."

I was offered my fist. I was stunned by falsehood, but I realized my intentions and put out a fist myself. Fist and fist are met lightly.

"- Okay, I'll go."

"Spectacular - oh, you don't have to come to my 'drop off'. If you're willing to do that, just think about it from afar."

Alexei took a slight breath. But nodding, he looked at us with a strong gaze - and then quietly left the room.

--This parting is eternal separation. My son will travel, and himself, to a future not too far away - from this world.

In the middle of the night Alexei secretly left the castle - and Robert quietly took his breath away a few weeks later, in the early morning, when the fresh wind blew.

The funeral was carried out magnificently and majestically at the hands of Prince Olivier Felsen Stridia, but none of the attendees appeared as Prince Alexei Frenvali Stridia, the third prince who had gone missing.

However, on the morning of the funeral, a bouquet of flowers of unknown origin and origin was delivered to Prince Wang, accompanied by a letter saying that they could be served in front of the grave. It is a delicate thing that binds the snowflakes, which are national flowers. There were opinions as to whether it was a tribute to the late king, but very few knew that the flower was actually a flower that he loved but could not accompany.