Chapter 195: Don’t Hide, Executive Manager!
It took about two hours after entering the Emperor’s Office to finally make my escape.
I felt like sighing in frustration, but I restrained myself from doing so. A careless sigh might spark rumors of discord between the Emperor and the Crown Prince, which would be problematic.
It would be highly unlikely, but I would need to show a smiling face even if the Emperor were to slap me. Such was the fate of the Crown Prince.
"Your Highness."
Sir Hendrick, who had been waiting for those same two hours, approached as I was composing my expression. What they said was true; a knight suffered when their master did.
"It took longer than expected. The Emperor had much to share."
"The strong bond you share is truly a blessing for the empire."
I smiled faintly at Sir Hendrick's words. It seemed that guarding a prince involved not just protecting them physically but also guarding their mood.
Nonetheless, I nodded lightly, appreciating Sir Hendrick's effort to speak positively.
Close bond, huh.
I turned my head and smirked bitterly. What a funny statement. We weren’t exactly on bad terms, but saying that we had a close bond was a bit of a stretch.
Of course, we pretended to be close in front of the subjects. I was only appointed as the Crown Prince after surviving a brutal familial conflict. How would the subjects react if they found out that the Crown Prince and the Emperor weren’t close?
Fortunately, the Emperor seems to agree as we've managed to avoid any rumors so far.
"Always question and inspect everything. The moment you think you've won is the most dangerous—always watch your step."
The words the Emperor spoke in the office suddenly came to mind.
Would it be better if there were rumors?
I seriously considered it. Being unilaterally pressured by the Emperor didn’t seem to have much of a difference from having an outright confrontation with him.
With external threats like the Great War and internal disputes like the war for succession, the aging Emperor's health rapidly declined. Consequently, he stepped back from most of his duties to focus on recuperation.
However, he was a man who lived a lifetime in suspicion, focused solely on the stability of the throne and the empire—could such a person truly devote himself to recuperation?
Thanks to this, I was frequently summoned to the office to hear what he called advice— which was basically endless nagging. From the perspective of a political veteran, I was just an inexperienced upstart and was hardly reassuring.
...But it's better this way.
After some thought, I lightly shook my head. Yes, enduring some nagging was better than having rumors stir up the imperial court again. This was a struggle that should end with me alone.
Besides, I really didn’t have a right to complain in a situation where my life wasn't at risk.
"It’s relieving to know that you’ve found a good match."
And it wasn’t like it was all just nagging.
Because he couldn’t.
An Empress married for political purposes; a late-found companion, which started a conflict within the imperial family.
Throughout all this, the Emperor’s expression softened only when he spoke of the Crown Princess, as if relieved that his successor would not endure the same misfortune as he did.
Is this his way of denial?
He was a man who had only lived as the head of the imperial family and the Emperor of the Empire. He was far from being a father or the head of a household.
Still, even he must’ve had his own denials, too. That must be why he showed such expressions in front of me.
If only he had shown them a bit earlier, and just a bit more, then perhaps the deadly strife between us brothers would not have happened.
I wish you had remained the same.
If he had maintained that coldness until his death, then I would have lived a life filled with resentment and hatred.
But because of his fleeting moments of denial, I had foolishly started to hope. It was ironic to still have expectations of being a family from the man who killed my brother.
"Your Highness?"
"Ah, I was just lost in thought for a moment. Let’s go now."
Perhaps I was getting too sentimental.
The workload of a Crown Prince, combined with the duties I had to take over due to the Emperor's recuperation, was rather a lot.
Because of this, I had to start work early in the morning just to barely finish when evening came. If it even ended in the evening, that was. If it did, then that was considered early.
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