The Male Lead Is In Charge Of The Successor

Chapter 13

“It’s my first time seeing you outside like this. Prince Ishmael.”

Gerald, who did not care where his son was, welcomed Ishmael, the fifth prince who visited the banquet hall. No matter how high the noble Gerald was, his waist was not straight until he was in front of the imperial family. Where Gerald’s waist was bent, a young prince stood just over ten.

“Do I have to do that?”

Most nobles laughed at Gerald’s appearance but kicked their tongues. No matter how large the royal family was, it was the fifth prince at best. It’s almost impossible to be an emperor. Basquiela was not able to bow to the fifth prince.

‘ I heard that your position had been unstable recently…….’

However, Gerald was not relaxed enough to think of such a thing. He realized under his skin that Bahidman’s successor would be selected soon. Raven’s appearance was enough to upset Bahidman.

“I think it’s the first time since I met your Majesty at the birthday banquet last year. In the meantime, I’m sorry I couldn’t visit you.”

“Well, that’s all right

Ishmael was equally baffled by the behavior that would be frowned upon by anyone. Why would he do this to an insignificant fifth prince?

Ishmael acknowledged Gerald’s greeting, but quickly scanned his surroundings. Ishmael blushed at the gawking and gossip.

“You’ve grown so much in just a year. The Emperor must be proud of you.”

“Thank you, sir, and I’m glad to hear you say that, but you don’t have to be so stern on me. I’m not.

It is only natural for a subject in the favor of an imperial power to behave this way. Prince Ishmael, the great pillar of the empire is not only you, but also your brother, Prince Glediol, and the Empress. It is only natural that you should have your head screwed on.”

“Haha…….”

In other words, he was not thinking of Ishmael, but of the Empress and First Prince Glediol who stood behind him. Still young, Ishmael had seen it all before, dozens of times, so he said nothing and laughed at Gerald’s comment. After that, Gerald continued to say things he didn’t want to hear, and Ishmael had to swallow his embarrassment each time.

As Ishmael grew weary of his overbearing behavior, a young knight, who had been watching from behind, leaned down to whisper in his ear. Ishmael’s expression brightened slightly as the knight whispered in his ear and straightened up again.

“Well, even better! What about Raven, son of Confusius? I heard he failed at the academy this time. Is there still a chance for him to try again?”

“That’s because…”

Until now, he hasn’t heard anything about the news. Gerald grinned slightly as he looked at Ishmael, who had just said something he wanted to avoid, but he soon relaxed.

“I was worried I wouldn’t be accepted. He said he wanted to school, so I put him in class this time.”

“Oh, is that so? Too bad, I thought you’d give him a chance because you still have time.”

“Haha…”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. He’s still young. Just think of it as a mistake and move on.”

“It’s okay, but if you have time, I’d like to talk after the banquet…”

“Prince Ishmael.”

Gerald, who was about to move on from unpleasant topics and start business, looked at the young knight who had interrupted.

‘How dare you cut me off about knights?’

Although his gaze threatened to tear him apart, the young knight remained calm and spoke quietly to Ishmael.

“I think we have a problem.”

“Trouble?”

The knight pointed to the restless servant standing behind him.

Trouble? What kind of problem?

Blinking, the prince looks around, and opens his mouth as if he realizes something. “When did he disappear?”

Ishmael turned and followed the chamberlain, apparently forgetting Gerald’s presence in front of him. Gerald, who had frowned at Ishmael’s sudden movements away from him, stretched out his arms in embarrassment.

“Uh, where are you going?”

His urgent question was answered in a flash, as Ishmael disappeared, leaving only the space he had occupied a moment before empty. Gerald stared at Ishmael’s disappearance and listened to the commotion. Everyone avoided his gaze and chattering.

Realizing that he had been abandoned by a prince who was hardly royalty, Gerald felt anger boiling inside him. However, he managed to keep it in check. Lowering his arms to straighten his disheveled clothes, Gerald turned and walked away.

“How dare the five princes do that to me…….”

Gerald’s eyes were sharp.

“Where is it?”

“This way.”

Following the servant through the central hall, Ishmael bit his lips in an anxious manner. He said he’d come alone! He hoped nothing would happen. Ishmael prayed earnestly inside, and opened the door pointed at by the servant and entered.

“Here…!?”

As soon as he entered, Ishmael lost his words and had no choice but to stop.

“I, Ishmael…….”

On the lonely porch, where no one had come or gone, a boy with dull gray hair stood shivering. In front of him stood a silver-haired girl with an indifferent face, her left arm drenched with blood.

“What the hell……?”

Muttering to himself, Ishmael looked at the boys in front of them both. He breathed hard, as if excited, and held a knife covered in blood in his hand.

“Give him to me!”

The boy holding the knife, Raven, screamed instantly, swinging the knife in his hand into the air. Regardless of how scary the boy held it, the knife cut the meat. The knight grabs Ishmael and binds him captive, leaving Eisel helpless and exposed.

“You can’t do that.”

Although covered in blood, Eisel’s voice remained calm. Ishmael glances at Eisel, who looks relaxed in this situation. Who is this girl? Ishmael looked up from the article in confusion.

“That’s enough.”

“Who are you telling me to stop?”

“I’m nothing, it’s dangerous…”

“Shut up!”

Although it was only a kitchen knife, Raven had been taught how to use a sword. He may be unskilled, but he’s much more intimidating than not knowing how to use it.

“Ugh!”

Raven swings his sword, and the boy behind Eisel shouts, covering his head.

Ishmael had no idea what was going on, but whatever it was, it was dangerous. Ishmael glanced at the sobbing boy behind him and gulped inwardly.

‘…What the hell is taking place on?’

With Lancia missing for a while, Eisel was left alone, sitting in a quiet corner to pass the time.

That’s when Raven bumped into a boy and dragged him over here, very angry. Feeling sorry for the boy, since Raven does whatever he feels like, Eisel saw the knife in Raven’s hand.

What was he doing with that?

No matter how young he was, holding a knife was dangerous. Children of small stature were at a greater risk of stabbing.

Eisel saw it, followed the two men in and cut herself.

‘That’s hot.’

She felt the heat of the knife on her forearm as she leapt to defend the boy. She thought it was just a nick, but there was more blood than she thought.

“You, do you realize what you’ve done to me? Because of you, I have locked myself in my room to study, and I have lost my sword, which I loved like my life. Do you know? No!”

“I didn’t do it, so why do you keep asking? I didn’t do anything, I didn’t make you study, I didn’t tell you to throw away your sword, so why are you asking me to…….”

“Shut up, it’s all because of you. You’re the reason I’m in this mess. Why are you interrupting me again? He was the one who argued with me first. We bumped into each other on the way!”

“I think you were the one who walked distractedly.”

“You’re lying, you’re lying, you’re lying!”

Raven shouted furiously, swinging the knife around. Eisel paused for a moment to consider what to do, but Raven pointed the knife at her.

“Give it to me. If you don’t, I’ll let you go.”

“And what if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll cut your face the same way I cut your arm.”

This guy was crazy. The excitement in his eyes was unbelievable for a child, and Eisel felt danger.

“You can’t do that.”

“Who are you interrupting me? Do you two know each other?”

Eisel glanced at the boy, who looked at her with frightened eyes. The boy must have noticed the strange look in Eisel’s eyes because he quickly grabbed her arm.

“Ouch!”

The boy grabbed her arm. Eisel screamed, and the boy burst into tears.

‘No, I’m not sick. Why are you crying?’

Eisel stared at the crying boy in disbelief, then sighed.

“I don’t think we’re related. Get out of the way. If you don’t get out of the way, I’ll…….”

“We know each other.”

“What?”

“We know each other.”

Eisel said nonchalantly, pointing alternately at herself and the boy.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend…… what?”

Raven stopped dead in her tracks, and the boy, who had been crying, looked at Eisel in surprise.