Risou no Himo Seikatsu - Volume 10 - Chapter Pr

Prologue — Time with His Son

“Papa’s here, Zenkichi.”

Zenjirou was currently in a room of the inner palace with his beloved son, Carlos Zenkichi, in his arms.

There was a soft smile on his face. He was swaying back and forth using himself as a rocking chair as he stared happily down at his child. The slightly dopey smile on his face coupled with the rest of his behavior put him a hair’s breadth from real “baby-brain.”

“You’re so big now.”

The words were not one hundred percent accurate. Of course, Zenkichi had only been born a year and two months ago, so he was in the middle of a rapid period of growth. However, it had only been a day since the last time Zenjirou had held him. No growth would be quick enough to perceive in that short a time period.

“You’re so big now, Zenkichi.”

There was an extremely simple reason this was all Zenjirou was saying. “You’re so big now” was the second phrase he had been given permission to use in front of his son. With automatic translation through the soul of language being a fact of life, it was important for a child to hear as little of any other language as possible until they had a good grounding in their mother tongue. The mother tongue for Capua was common to the west of the continent and the two phrases Zenjirou could properly pronounce were “Papa’s here” and “You’re so big now,” learned in that order.

The prioritization of his learning definitely showed the signs of baby-brain as well. Regardless, he used the two phrases he was permitted to show as much love as he could to his young son.

“Papa’s here, Zenkichi. You’re so big now.”

While it was still early in the morning, it was still the blazing season. The supply of ice to the room was being kept to a minimum to acclimate Carlos to the Capuan climate, so the temperature was already over thirty degrees. Even so, Zenjirou didn’t feel the slightest hint of discomfort.

However, his son did not necessarily feel the same way.

“Uhh...uuhh, wahh.”

Despite the pleasant rocking, the gradual increase in temperature and being held inevitably made the infant start fretting.

“Sir Zenjirou, could you return Prince Carlos soon?” Cassandra, the child’s wet nurse, asked softly, picking up on the child’s shifting emotions.

Zenjirou was about to reply in agreement in Japanese but barely managed to swallow his words. Instead, he nodded and put Carlos back into the crib with familiar movements. Then, he moved closer to Cassandra and spoke quietly to prevent the young prince from being able to hear.

“I leave the rest to you,” he said.

The middle-aged woman gave a comforting smile. “I understand, sir.”

Her smile soothed him somewhat, and although he didn’t wish to leave, he stepped out of the bedroom. Once he had left, he began to walk down the corridors.

“Oof, it’s as hot as ever in here,” he commented to himself. “The season’ll be over in about a month, though.”

The temperature was so hot that it felt almost impossible to get enough oxygen. Regardless of how used to it he should have been by then, he couldn’t contain the complaint. In truth, with the lack of ice in Zenkichi’s room, the temperature should have been the same there too. The very fact that he could hold his warm son without feeling the heat, only to be overwhelmed by it as soon as he left, showed how unreliable his sense of temperature was.

Still, he picked up his pace to escape the heat, returning to the center of his daily life—the living room. Ines and several of the young maids were on duty inside.

“Welcome home, Sir Zenjirou,” Ines greeted him.

“Thanks. Is Aura in the bedroom?” he asked.

“She is indeed.”

Zenjirou didn’t stop moving as he spoke, walking straight through the living room towards the bedroom. He carefully opened the door, trying to keep the cold in as much as possible as he slipped through. The door was immediately closed behind him.

“Phew, I’m alive again,” he muttered. The air conditioning was on full blast, keeping the temperature below twenty-five degrees. He gulped in the air in relief.

“The heat must have been exhausting,” Aura commented lightly as he wiped the sweat off. “Was Carlos well?”

The queen was wearing a loose dress as she reclined in a chair. Her hair was unbound, and she was dressed very much in a relaxed way. However, the sheaf of official drake parchment in her hand showed that she had not completely escaped the weight of the crown.

Zenjirou perched himself on the end of the bed. As he did, he used the cloth from the maid at Aura’s side to mop his brow.

“Yeah, he’s the same as always. The temperature’s still high, though, so he got kinda sulky after just a little bit of cuddling.”

That was a lie. Well, from Zenjirou’s perspective, it was completely honest. However, the words were not objectively true. The period Zenjirou had been holding Zenkichi for was by no means “a little bit.” Even well-trained dogs in a dog café would eventually bite the hand holding them if they were held for too long. Zenjirou had been holding his son for a similar amount of time.

Since she had been waiting alone in the bedroom for the entire time he was gone, Aura was all too aware of that. Casting her eyes to the clock in the corner, she gave him a fond, if somewhat rueful, smile.

“I see. Well, do not let it get to you too deeply. It would appear I was correct to stay, though. I would have wanted to hold him for just as long if I were able.”

As she spoke, Aura handed off the sheet of drake parchment to the maid behind her.

“Your health’s the most important thing right now,” Zenjirou said. “You should stay in the cool air as much as possible.”

She could deal with any paperwork here, but the royal palace was the only location she could carry out her required meetings. In addition to needing to maintain any stamina she could with her pregnancy, Aura was spending as much time as possible in the inner palace in the air-conditioned room.

“How’s this one doing?” Zenjirou asked. He’d wiped any sweat off his hands before softly putting his right hand on the swell of her stomach.

She relaxed slightly at his touch and smiled gently. “According to Doctor Michel, very well indeed. Personally, I have suffered much less sickness than with Carlos—practically none, in fact—so I am all the more nervous.”

As she spoke, Aura put her own hand atop his while he gently caressed hers.

“You just need to wait a little longer. Then I’ll have gotten us a healer from the Twin Kingdoms. At that point, things should ease off slightly.”

The healing magic the Gilbelle family commanded was practically foul play in this world. Even if the pregnancy faltered somewhat, they could use their personal magics to heal the woman in a moment. That would mean that Aura could relax more than she currently could.

She nodded happily but then realized something. “Now that I think about it, there is a detoxification spell that falls under their domain. If I had a healer at my side ready to cast it before I absorbed any alcohol, then—”

“Aura,” Zenjirou said sharply. It wasn’t often he raised his voice like that, but his wife was being stubborn.

“Hmph...” She likely knew she shouldn’t have said it. She hunched over slightly and looked up through her lashes at him. “I cannot?”

“That’s not up to me. You should ask Doctor Michel later.”

“Hmph, that means essentially the same.” She pouted.

When it came to matters of health, not even the monarch could gainsay Aura’s attending physician. The likelihood of him allowing alcohol while she was pregnant was zero. A modern doctor in Japan might allow very restricted consumption of alcohol if they decided that the mental stress of abstinence was too high. However, the doctors of this world, like Michel, would not. Alcohol during pregnancy was forbidden. Without question. That was his decision.

“I shall have to abstain for quite a while, then. A child is very welcome, but no less hard for it,” she sighed.

“I know you like to have a drink, but I don’t think you were as focused on it with Zenkichi,” Zenjirou remarked, looking askance at her.

“Indeed. The sickness was ongoing for so long and the changes to my senses were such that I did not truly desire it. Fortunately, the sickness has been much lighter this time, and my senses have not changed enough to notice.”

“I see, so while your sense of taste hasn’t changed, you still can’t have the alcohol that you’d enjoy.”

Aura shrugged wordlessly, then changed topic. “Something like that. The air conditioning has made my appetite last despite the heat, though, so it has not been a major issue.”

While Capuans were used to the heat, there were still limits. Even they grew tired of the heat of the blazing season, in spite of having been born and bred in the region. This meant that it was all too common for their appetites to wane with the increasing heat, so all that passed through their throats was water and booze.

Zenjirou certainly found alcohol—particularly ice-cold beer—to be a pleasant drink when it was hot. However, when it got too hot, he didn’t like to drink. The Capuans simply had a higher limit before that became the case, though, being more used to the heat.

Regardless, the effort of bringing and setting up all the electronics felt worth it when Aura told him it had kept her appetite up during her pregnancy.

“In which case, you’ll just have to make up for the lack of booze with good food. You don’t have too many limits on what you can eat, right?”

“Indeed. I suppose I should take advantage of the situation and order a variety of things. Do you have any rarer items you would recommend?”

Having come from another world, Zenjirou had brought culinary knowledge—so far centering around things like ice cream and cake—to Capua. That series of events had set Aura’s expectations high. After a period of thought, Zenjirou answered confidently.

“Quite a lot. Nicolai’s efforts with the goats have gotten the milk to a drinkable state and they’ve started making butter and cream. There are plenty of snacks we can ask for that use those ingredients. Oh, there’s also fresh cheese made using the milk and some citrus fruit juices. They’re still testing things out, but they’re all tasty.”

It was oddly assertive for Zenjirou, so Aura was clearly taken aback. “Hm, I see. No, I would rather try them when my body is in a stronger state.”

Her reaction was not as he had hoped but was what he had expected. He gave a reluctant smile. “No dairy, then?”

“Indeed. However it tastes, I instinctively want to avoid it,” she replied, arms raised slightly in surrender.

It was honestly not a surprise. The main form of livestock on the Southern Continent was reptilian in nature. Being reptilian, they did not produce milk, which meant that the people of the continent didn’t have any practice of consuming milk from livestock. The young maids may have been slightly more flexible in their views and were happy to have the snacks made of butter and fresh cream, but people like Aura, who were reluctant to try such new things, were by no means rare.

“That’s a shame. Oh well, though.”

He had been looking forward to dairy products and had wanted to share the joy with his wife. While he was unhappy that he could not, luxury foods were not supposed to be endured. If she could muster the courage after their child was born and she had recovered, then that was fine. However, if she forced herself to try it in her current condition, it could very well make her ill.

“That makes trying anything new harder, then. Do you have any preferences?”

“Well, less so when I am shut up in the room like this, but I crave shaved ice while in the royal palace.”

“That makes sense. Too much is still bad for you, but a cup a day would be fine. What would you have it flavored with? Jam? Just sugar?”

The syrups from Japan had long since been finished. Aura put on a casual air as she answered his question.

“Hmm. Well, I enjoy all flavors, but my favorite would be brandy, followed by whisky. I believe you should have some of the latter left, no?”

“Aura,” he said sharply again, forcing himself to scold her as she kept looking for alcohol.