Genius Prince’s National Revitalization from State Deficit ~ Right, Let Us Sell the Country - Volume 12 - Chapter Ep

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Epilogue

“Your Highness! Forgive my impudence, but such danger was due to your reckless judgment!”

“I must agree with Sir Levan. I cannot bear to imagine what might have happened if he hadn’t stationed hidden reinforcements nearby…”

After they fled the fire, Wein and Ninym safely reconvened with Raklum and Levan. The assassins were driven back and the fire extinguished, but remaining in a half-destroyed mansion was risky. The group thus decided to abandon it for the time being and seek shelter in the town inn where they’d met previously. Upon arrival, Raklum and Levan had immediately reprimanded Wein.

“We’ve reached the town without incident, but our presence is a distraction. Soon enough, everyone will know an esteemed individual resides here. For the sake of your well-being, I wish to return to the palace as soon as possible…!” Levan insisted.

“We drove back the earlier assassins, but there could be remnants. The terrain is unfamiliar, and it will be difficult to maintain proper defenses here. I understand that a foot soldier like myself has no right to speak up, but I don’t believe it’s realistic for Your Highness to hide away in another villa.” Raklum offered his own candid advice as well, and Wein gave a small sigh as both adults drove him into a corner.

“Yes, you’re right. I won’t leave the palace again.”

“Your Highness…” Levan could not mask his surprised delight.

“Prepare for our return immediately. We’ll leave once everything is ready.”

“Yes, of course!” Levan hurried out of the room.

“…Are you sure about this?” Raklum questioned. It seemed odd to him that Wein would so easily accept.

“The question of whether we’ve seen the last of them aside, those who seek my death suffered a harsh failure. There is no longer any need to hide. Am I wrong?”

“…No, it is as you say,” Raklum replied with obvious displeasure.

“Besides, I think highly of your loyal service. You’ll be rewarded once we return, so look forward to it.”

“Yes, Your Highness. Thank you very much!” Raklum offered a deep bow and took Wein’s hint to excuse himself. Ninym immediately appeared as if next in line.

“Um, may I come in, Your Highness?”

“Sure.”

Once she had permission, Ninym approached, took a deep breath, then gave an aggressive bow.

“I-I’m so sorry! I said something unbelievably rude to you!”

Her head had cooled once the adults took her and Wein to safety. Upon realizing what she’d said, she made up her mind to apologize.

“It made for a change of pace,” Wein replied.

Ninym’s stomach flipped. Such a vague comment skirted the edge of forgiveness and condemnation.

She looked up timidly, hoping to judge the prince’s mood.

Wein was smiling.

“…Wow.”

“What is it?”

“Well…I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen Your Highness smile,” Ninym said.

Wein gave a look of surprise and touched his lips, suggesting he’d never realized as much. It was a peculiar sight, and Ninym couldn’t hide her own smile.

“Anyhow, what will you do next, Ninym?” Wein asked. “You said you want to become important to me. Does that mean you’ll join the palace staff?”

“No, I’ll return to my village for now,” Ninym answered readily. “I’ve considered what I should do, but I’m not sure yet. At this rate, I’ll only be a burden if I stay by Your Highness’s side. First, I need to become someone you can depend on for support.”

“Well then, you’d better go home and train.”

“Yes. As Your Highness knows, the Flahm serve as aides to the royal family. I was a candidate to become Princess Falanya’s aide, but I’ve decided I’ll be yours instead, Prince Wein!”

Ninym spoke with firm resolve. Her previous confusion and despair had been replaced by a vivid glow.

“Traditionally, a male royal is assigned a male Flahm, and a female royal is assigned a female Flahm. It won’t be easy.”

“I’ll work hard for what I want!”

“I suppose I could grant it in a heartbeat.”

“No thanks!” Ninym briskly refused.

“In that case, I’ll await the day you return to serve me.”

“Okay! I’ll do my best!”

The dramatic fate that first began when a boy and a girl ran away from home thus became a dear promise. Memories faded, but the bond between them would forever shine brightly.