The Male Lead Is In Charge Of The Successor

The knight forced down the curse words that threatened to escape his mouth. He couldn’t risk his life, or the prince’s, if he let the black lions in here. The knight convinces the prince of his duty to protect him, but he’s already unscrewed.

“Kill him!” That’s the order! Kill him!”

Sweat beads on the knights’ cheeks as the prince’s frantic shouting intensified. What should they do? The knights’ eyes darted about in confusion.

“Kill them all, or you will die!”

“Prince. Calm down…….”

“Kill them! Kill them all……!”

“Stop.”

A man stepped into the tense atmosphere with a gruff voice. Byron’s knights sheathed their swords and bowed their heads when they saw the man inside.

“Halt.”

The man opened his mouth again, trying to calm the knights down. The knight, who had gripped his sword and poised himself to lunge, blinked at the vaguely familiar face.

“That’s, Gladiol…..”

“What the hell are you stopping for? Kill them all!”

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But the clueless prince, who didn’t recognize the chivalrous man, still wore his akbari.

Gladiol stared at Pietro, then focused on the knights.

“No need to see blood during such a joyous occasion. I don’t know what’s going on, but take him back.”

“Kill him……!”

“The bastard prince of Peiota.”

Glediol’s lips pressed together in a soft voice as he called out Pietro, who wore an Akbari.

“If you don’t want his head to fall off for murdering royalty in another country, you’d better not follow that up.”

Pietro, who had no reaction to the other words, reacted to royalty. He stared at Gladiol’s face, and then his mouth dropped open as he realized who it was.

Gladiol gestured with a wave of his hand to say nothing more.

“Carl”

He called out softly. Carl rolled his eyes at Pietro’s grip, then released it. Glediol. shook his head, and Carl scurried to his side.

Glediol stroked its head as if it were adorable and looked at the knights. Her cold gaze sobered the knights, and they disappeared in a flash, taking Pietro with them.

When the dust settled, Gladiole stroked Carl’s head and turned to look at Eisel.

Eisel, who had been watching from afar, unable to intervene, looked up as Gladio’s gaze met his. She knew this man.

‘The first emperor’s son, the next emperor.’

“What’s the point of standing here? Shall we move?”

Eisel nodded slowly at the softly smiling Glediol.

“And the last Empire Emperor, Glediol Becher.

An unfortunate man who was guillotined and decapitated for failing to protect the Empire.

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“Carl!!!”

Ishmael, who caught up, slapped Carl on the back.

Ishmael slowly brought his face up to Carl’s and his eyes flashed.

“You said you came back to the Grand Duchy to find out what she was doing, who she was, what family she belonged to.”

“How would you know that……?”

“I don’t know how. You do everything you can to pretend you’re not interested, but you don’t think I’m listening? It’s already all over the Daoist writings. That the simple-minded Confucius fell in love for the first time.”

“What do you mean, first love…… Oh, no!”

Carl blushed, but Ishmael sighed and turned away anyway. Looking back at Ishmael, he bowed politely.

“It’s been a long time, Miss Eisel Letania.”

Eisel giggled at the sight of a ten-year-old child, barely more than a baby, greeting her gracefully and politely as if she were an adult.

“Nice to meet you, Prince Ishmael. I see you often.”

“Is that so?”

“I guess it’s frequent if you’ve seen a royal family member twice in your life.”

“…….”

Ishmael closed his mouth as he looked at Eisel, who was still smiling. Eisel tilted her head, puzzled by Ishmael’s sudden speechlessness.

Ishmael shook his head and pushed his mouth corners together slowly.

“No, it’s just that you always seem so grown-up.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. The way she talks, the way she carries herself, it’s like she’s talking to an adult, and she’s only 8 years old.”

Aizel nodded slowly, her mouth clenched. Truth be told, Eisel always felt awkward acting silly or pretending to be young in front of people other than her parents. She hadn’t always been very affectionate, and she didn’t like pretending to be a child, even to strangers.

“That’s right, Eisel is a grown-up!”

As Eisel laughed quietly with her mouth closed, a voice came from beside her, as if she had been waiting for it. Ishmael glanced at Lancia, who opened her mouth with a twinkle in her eyes. Lancia grinned from ear to ear, her lips pushed up in a smile as she wondered what was so amusing.

“We’re the same age, and she’s like a big sister when we’re together, and she’s so smart, and she’s loved by the Duke, and she’s able to do so many things so effortlessly, and she’s like a grown-up, Eisel!”

Lancia’s eyes widened as she realized all eyes were on her. She quickly closed her mouth and bowed her head, causing Ishmael to chuckle softly.

“You’re very popular.”

“It’s thoughtful of you to think so, and you’re very mature.”

“I’m grown up.”

Eisel swallowed hard at the laugh that threatened to break out. She watched him squeeze his small shoulders and nod as if it were a given.

As far as she was concerned, Lancia and Ishmael were all the same, grown ups. Kids don’t like being treated like kids.

Eisel chuckled quietly and nodded, then glanced over at Carl, who was still rolling his eyes. When he made eye contact with her, he ducked his head in surprise.

“Thank you.”

“Yes.”

Eisel thanked Carl for taking the initiative in a dangerous situation. Carl looked up in surprise at the sudden greeting, blinked, and nodded hastily.

“Oh, no, I was just doing what I had to do…….”

“Well, I’m glad you did, though, because if it wasn’t for you, I would have been in great danger…….”

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Actually, it wasn’t a risk. Lancia had more than a dozen bodyguards.

However, Eisel, who had covered it up and was grateful for Carl’s kindness, had a smile on her face. Karl, embarrassed, scratched his head, unable to see her face.

“You’re really a Lord?

Eisel was struck by how different and disconnected he felt from Carl Berg Byron she knew. To think that this shy boy would grow up to be a cold-blooded, windswept man? I can’t believe it.

“Ishmael. Carl.”

A soft voice called out after a moment of silence. Gladiol smiled, stroking Carl and Ishmael’s heads before looking at Eisel.

“And Miss Eisel, Miss Lancia.”

“Uh, do you know me?”

“How could I not know the only daughter of Count Ermund?”

Gladiol smiled at the surprised Lancia, then turned back to Eisel.

“I am glad to see that you are not seriously injured. I was afraid the youngsters might have been hurt.”

“I have Byron to thank for that.”

“Oh, no. That doesn’t mean I did anything. I’m just a random person.”

“Carl, being appreciated is a very valuable virtue.”

Carl glanced up at Glediol, who had taught him in a warm voice, and nodded.

“I’m glad you’re unharmed, Eisel.”

“Thanks.”

Eisel bowed, and Carl’s head tumbled down with it. Ishmael, watching from the sidelines, chuckled, but Carl smiled in amusement.

“Carl, Ishmael. We should return.”

“Already?”

“Not at the moment. It’s long past our appointment.”

“Is that so?”

Ishmael tilted his head, and Gladiol pulled out his watch. Checking the time, Ishmael sighed and looked at Carl

“Let’s go, Carl.”

“Huh? Uh…… Yeah.”

Carl replied briefly to Ishmael, who beckoned him over, and then turned back to Eisel. Eisel smiled wryly at him, her lips twitching in a wistful way, and Karl bit his lip hard. After a moment of hesitation, both hands clutching his clothes, Carl gasped and smiled.

“Come on, I’m coming, Eisel.”

“See you later.”

“See you……”

Carl nodded and turned to leave, considering Eisel’s waving greeting.