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“Umm…”
When I returned to the Royal Academy dormitory, Lize, Christia, Carla, Liliana, and Lloyd, who was prostrating, were waiting for me.
Huh? What’s going on here?
“Hal, I heard? You and Sandra got married, didn’t you?”
“Eh!?”
Lize glared at me, and I couldn’t help but flinch.
Is she super angry?
“Fufu, congratulations on your marriage. But if that’s the case, why didn’t you say a word to me, the Saint?”
“T-That’s right! Didn’t I cross swords with you, Your Highness!”
Christia’s eyes lost their highlights, and she wore a dim smile, while Carla approached me with flared nostrils. Scary. Super scary.
“That’s right! If it were a wedding, I could eat lots of meat! What are you going to do about it!”
Liliana puffed out her cheeks and sulked. But to be angry because of meat, how unreasonable.
“S-So, why is Lloyd prostrating…?”
“S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to say it, but these four are super scary!”
Ah, I see.
We held the wedding at the Baltian Church. It seems that getting permission from the church in advance to use it backfired.
If Lloyd, the son of the Archbishop, had gotten permission using my name, he would have figured things out.
“W-Well… I apologize for hiding it from you guys. But there are circumstances that require us to keep it a secret for now…”
“T-That’s right. Lord Hal is not at fault at all.”
“What are you saying? We’re also angry at Sandra.”
“Auu…”
Sandra, even she, hung her head after being coldly told off by Lize.
“Anyway, we’ll hear about the circumstances later… First, this way.”
“Yes…”
We followed the four of them, crestfallen.
Then.
“Eh…? This…”
“I-It was sudden, and this is all I could prepare, so don’t complain!”
“After all, we want to properly celebrate.”
“Mhm, mhm!”
“I had meat prepared for this!”
The tables in the Common Room were filled with dishes.
It seems everyone prepared this to celebrate us.
“T-Thank you…”
“We won’t be fooled by just a word of gratitude! We’ll have you tell us everything, including why you decided to get married, why you kept it a secret from us, and all the lovey-dovey details!”
“A-Ahaha…”
Sandra and I were surrounded by our Precious Things, and received many blessings.
I was so happy that I secretly cried a little.
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“…So, that’s what happened at the Royal Palace.”
After I explained everything, everyone wore serious expressions.
No one would have thought that King Aival would do something so foolish.
“Haa… Is this country really going to be okay…?”
“Please don’t say that…”
I could only hang my head as Christia pressed her temples and shook her head.
I want to crawl into a hole… no, there isn’t one, so should I dig one myself?
“So, while I do have the Right of Succession, I’ve practically lost my qualifications to be the next king. I’m sorry for having you support me, Lady Saint…”
“No. The Barthian Holy Kingdom will continue to support Prince Harold.”
“Lady Saint!?”
I couldn’t help but raise my voice in surprise at Christia’s unexpected words.
N-No way, Christia from EnHaza never let personal feelings sway her, and always chose the optimal solution as a Saint.
There’s nothing the Holy Kingdom can gain from supporting a man with no future…
“Prince Harold has already gained the support of many influential nobles, and has also won over Count Bradley Drake, who controls the military. That alone is enough for the Holy Kingdom to support you. Besides,”
Christia leaned forward, staring at me with a serious… no, an angry expression.
“I, too, want to serve someone Precious. Just as you said that I am a ‘Precious Thing’.”
“Ah…”
Hearing that, I finally realized.
Just as I thought of Christia and everyone else as ‘Precious Things,’ everyone else thought of me as a ‘Precious Thing’ too.
I had become someone who was only given to.
“Therefore, I will continue to support Prince Harold. However… since you won’t be the next king anyway, I want to be freed from what I’ve been holding back until now.”
“Eh…?”
“Fufu. From now on, may I call you ‘Lord Hal’ too?”
As she said that, Christia showed the smile of a Saint… no, a smile even more wonderful than that, like a goddess.
“T-That’s not fair! I’ve been holding back too, so from now on, I’ll call you ‘Hal-dono’!”
“Whoa!?”
Carla frowned and leaned forward to appeal.
W-Well, of course, I welcome it.
“That’s why I… no, the Capetien Kingdom will also support Hal. Be prepared.”
“Wait, why do I need to be prepared!?”
I couldn’t help but retort at Lize, who was smiling like a Villainess.
What kind of trouble am I going to be put through from now on?
“I don’t have any power, but… even so! I’ll do my best for Hal-san!”
“Y-Yeah, me too! Best friend!”
“Liliana… Lloyd…”
Everyone is really stupid.
I can’t be the next king, so I’m just a decorative Royalty. I have no value at all.
But.
“Everyone… thank you…”
I was so happy, so happy, so, so happy that… I couldn’t help but cry.
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