The Male Lead Is In Charge Of The Successor

Eisel chuckled at the boy’s behavior, as he threw a quick, angry tantrum.

No, she should be angry at the person who bumped into her. However, contrary to Eisel’s thoughts, the boy thought he was the victim and threw his drink cup on the ground haphazardly.

“What are you looking at? Why don’t you apologize already?”

“Why would I?”

“What? Why am I? Is it because you’re young? You’re short-tempered? Or is it because you’re poor and uneducated?”

The boy’s words were harsh, as he naturally assumed that Eisel was a commoner, since Lancia wore only a simple dress instead of her official attire.

“Hey, commoner. In times like this, you should bow nicely and apologize. I don’t know what your country is like, but back home, you wouldn’t be guilty of anything if I killed you here. Do you understand?”

“I don’t know.”

Eisel replied bluntly, and the boy frowned, then called out to a large man standing behind him.

“Hey, handle it.”

“Handle it how?”

“What do you want me to do? Do it our way?”

“Okay.”

In disbelief, Eisel stared at the boy who mobilized the big man. You’re at a festival in another country, and you’re acting so brazenly. Eisel opened her mouth in disbelief.

“I…….”

“You’re noble, too, Eisel.”

Readonlyatsalmonlatte.com

“……A noble?”

The boy, who had wiped the drink from his hands, looked at Eisel up and down and twisted his mouth corner.

“That makes more sense, then. You must be a fallen nobleman to run around like that.”

“Oh, no! Eisel is a member of the prestigious…….”

“Forget it. Hey, put that away too.”

“Got it.”

The man walked away, unimpressed by the boy’s words.

“Don’t blame me.”

She slowly extended her hand, her face unchanged. Lancia’s escorts, who had been watching from afar, noticed the oddity of the situation and quickly got up from their seats to approach.

“Stop…….”

However, there was a small voice before them.

“Huh?

Eisel spun around and stared at the small boy’s head that stood in his way.

Dark ash-colored hair. Without being surprised by the vaguely familiar color, the ash-haired boy harshly slapped the cheek of his opponent who was wiping his hands.

With a thud, the boy hit the ground, and the man approaching Eisel stopped and turned around. He spun around as the boy he was supposed to protect was attacked and he drew his sword.

“You’d better stop.”

At that moment, five blades turned toward the man. Cold swords with sharp edges. The lion in his cloak was pitch black.

“The moment you draw that sword, I will cut your limbs into ten equal parts.”

Byron’s Knights Templar, the black lion, and the ash-haired boy.

“Try doing that to me.”

Carl stood with his hand on the boy’s throat.

* * *

Readonlyatsalmonlatte.com

“Where did this come from?”

Ishmael scratched his head in frustration. Ishmael’s eyes were busy searching for the missing knife, wondering if it was some kid who wanted to run away every chance he got.

“Ishmael.”

Ishmael turned around to see the lightly dressed First Prince, Glediol, smiling at him as they walked through the festival. he patted Ishmael’s head, rolled his eyes, and tilted his head.

“And the sword?”

“……gone.”

“Gone?”

Glediol stared at his brother, wondering what he had just heard, and then looked around.

Four or five times as many people as usual. Even standing still, it was easy to lose a child. Gladiol sighed softly as he surveyed the situation.

“Don’t worry. The black lions will be there, so we’ll be fine.”

“Why would I worry about him? I’m not worried about him, I’m worried about someone else.”

Not long ago, the Raven aftermath was devastating. Archduke Byron had made a scene, demanding to see the Emperor himself so he could deal with Basquiella himself for threatening his son. Fortunately, he appeased the Emperor, but the incident changed the course of events.

“The black lions have been clinging to the side of my sword all through this festival, overreacting to every little thing, and you know how troublesome that is.”

He knows. Of course he does. Gladiol watched from the sidelines. The young nobleman who had followed to deliver the gift to Carl had barely reached for it when the black lions appeared. The ambitious young nobleman who wanted to deliver the gift had to suffer for a while as the black lions seized him before he could take it out.

For Glediol, who watched from the sidelines, it was worrisome and disturbing to see Carl alone in such a crowded place.

If anyone tried to harm him or made a mistake, there could be a bloodbath.

“……But you’re not planning to kill anyone, are you?”

Ishmael forced a smile, desperately hoping the knife wouldn’t cause more trouble than it was worth.

* * *

Readonlyatsalmonlatte.com

Blood was dripping from the nose of the boy who had been casually spouting harsh words a moment ago. Not from one side, but from both. The nosebleed cascaded down like a waterfall.

Unable to react to the suddenness of what had happened, the boy looked up at the knife in surprise. His eyes fluttered wildly in confusion, then snapped open sharply at the pain in his nose and mouth.

“What do you think you’re doing? You want to die?”

“Oh, no.”

The voice was very delicate and low in tone. Even as he spoke, an awkward smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, as if he were shy or embarrassed.

The boy burst out laughing, wondering what was going on, but now was not the time.

He was in a foreign country, sightseeing, and now that his nose had popped, there was only one thing left to do.

“Larson, call the knights!”

“…….”

“What are you doing?”

The boy turned his head, calling harshly to the knight who remained silent at his command. Larson, his bodyguard, was surrounded by knights in black cloaks.

“You untie me now, don’t you know who I am?”

” I don’t.”

“I am Pietro, the third prince of the Kingdom of Peiota!”

“You’re royalty?”

Readonlyatsalmonlatte.com

“Yes! Please untie this quickly, that’s an order!”

Pietro thought that now that he identified himself, the man would release him. But the small wrists gripping his cuffs were still as firmly fixed as stone, and no matter how hard he tried, they wouldn’t budge.

“Can I? It’s an order!”

“I’m not from Peota’s Kingdom.”

“What?”

“And I’ve never met a prince like you.”

Born to the Duke of Byron, Carl attended state occasions and magnificent banquets. He’d met and memorized every royal family member, but the man in front of him, Pietro, had no information. Carl tilted his head in confusion.

“Ho, are you a royal in name only?”

As the conversation progressed, Eisel, who had been listening to the conversation from afar, burst out laughing. Pietro, who had been open-mouthed, widened his eyes.

“You tainted, you shall be executed for insulting royalty…… immediately!!!”

“I apologize for my lack of knowledge, but I really don’t remember.”

Carl bowed his head, looking sorry. Pietro punched himself in the face and made a dumbfounded face as Carl apologized for the wrong thing.

Are you laughing at me? Pietro stared at Carl in shock that he had forgotten about his sore nose.

“Prince?”

It was then. With all eyes on the center of the busy boulevard, a group of knights spotted Pietro and approached.

Pietro recognized them and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he glared at his sword.

“You’re done. You can beg for mercy from now on, but I won’t give it to you, so don’t regret it.”

“What is it, Prince?”

“What happened? These are the men who defeated the Peiota and attacked the royal family. Kill them all.”

The knights looked back and forth between Pietro and Carl with puzzled faces.

With a slow sigh, the knight realized he couldn’t leave those who attacked the royalty alone.

“Lower your swords and identify yourself, or I will use force…….”

“What are you doing?! Kill them all now?”

Pietro shouted harshly, and the knight gritted his teeth.

“Give me your identity now…….”

“Quick!!!”

“Identify yourself. This is your last warning: lower your sword now and identify yourself…….”

“Byron.”

“……Byron?”

The knight in the lead frowned as one of the black lions answered. Peiota recognized the lions in the black-cloaked knights’ shoulder insignia.

“……Black Lion.”

Readonlyatsalmonlatte.com

The knight groaned. What was the purpose of Byron’s black lion attacking Pietro?

The knights knew that the black lion could kill them all if it chose. Even on the continent, Byron’s black lion was famous. He was skilled, but cruel and without mercy.

Why such a black lion?

“I don’t know what happened,” he said, “but I think it would be appropriate if we both backed off, as there seems to have been some misunderstanding…….”

“No misunderstanding, just kill them all!”

“Prince…… Byron. Do you intend to pretend to be the Duchy of Byron?”

“Who cares? They’re sinners for murdering royalty. Kill them all!”

“…….”

Kill them. We’re all dying.