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King Eman was troubled.

What is bothering him at present is his own successor.

Early in first place in the throne inheritance. Number two, Jarzy. Normally, the number one successor is the next king. order for this.

But if you let Early inherit the throne, there is no future. Because Early is a 'woman'.

No, I didn't have a problem with just being a woman. It is the decision of the Kingdom of Veriraldo that inheritance rights take precedence over men. So if Early had been a woman from the beginning, if she had done the princess, the inheritance rights would have been Jarzy on top, and he would have been the next king even if he had been left alone.

Being a prince, faking your surroundings. That's the problem. The problem was that I had to.

"Your Majesty, you don't seem to excel at adding or subtracting..."

"Fine. I'll go back to my room.... Oh, don't let anyone in until I call you"

"Yes, Your Majesty"

King Eman stuck to his chamber in a way that half ignored his servants bowing their heads with humility.

These days, kings tend to stick in their rooms. The king also knows that his surroundings are worried about it, but there was not enough person to shed light on the problem and consult him.

Very few people know the facts. Minister Speer...... I couldn't trust him much last time because he has failed to assassinate Early. In other words, King Eman troubled himself and had to come up with it alone.

…… ... Oh, I fell asleep "

Is it late at night? It's dark outside the window. I haven't changed into bedtime clothes, so the squire will be waiting outside the room.

Which, King Eman tried to get up from his favorite chair, and, uh, across the desk, he felt signs of people.

- No, I told you not to let anyone in. You should be in this room besides me......!

Are you a jerk? King Eman, who hastily tried to speak out, but earlier than that, the person - dressed like a wizard in a hood on a pitch-black robe - opened his mouth.

'You seem a lot tired... my son'

King Eman floats his hips. I can't keep up with my thoughts and my mouth trembles against the words directed at me.

"Hey, what... you said it was my son?

"Or have you forgotten who I am?

With that said, the old song man took the hood and revealed his face.

White beard with hawk sharp eyes, countless wrinkles engraved on his face, plenty of storage. The hair is also white and slightly retracted, the figure is seventy is a close appearance.

But before that, King Eman looked familiar. No, not where I look familiar.

"Chi, Father!? No, that's stupid...... You passed away already ten years ago!

"Ho, ten years have passed since I died? I see you're getting old, too."

Pyrenio Verrillardo. Father of Eman, a predecessor king. But it is already the deceased. King Eman could not understand why it appeared in front of him.

- Are you saying it's a ghost? Or am I even dreaming?

"You look like you've been hit by a ghost, my son. … most of all, it's right"

Lord Pyrenio elbowed on the table. His arm, thin as a dead tree and likely to break, reminded King Eman of his laying on the floor in late life.

"I have been called to heaven. So to speak, dead, no. I can say ghost."

"Ghost...... Was it something untrained...?

King Eman walks around the table. Relax, don't let them distract you from the bare gesture of escape.

"You called me into this world, my son."

"I...? Why..."

"Don't have any strong problems."

"Trouble!"

My voice turned away unexpectedly. The sight of the Predecessor Pyrenio that sees through the bottom of his heart. For a long time, when I can turn this gaze, my legs stop. My father didn't miss out on backwards lies.

"Get back in your seat, son."

Lord Pyrenio commanded in a low voice. Only then will King Eman's feet turn to nature and the chair. Behaviors that are more habitual than at an early age move against the idea that they should run away.

"Your troubles are preventing me from sleeping"

Lord Pyrenio stared at King Eman, who had taken his seat.

Let me ask you something about my son.... albeit. I have been away from this world for more than a decade, and my memory seems to be flawed or miserable. I want you to make it up to me. "

"... my late father had often forgotten things"

King Eman agreed with hesitation. I was bogged down around, because I said so.

"What's bothering you, son?"

"Trouble, etc. -"

"Eman."

A sharp tone. It was the voice of a father who could hold his son back.

"At the time I'm here, the lie of no troubles, etc., will not be established."

"You did...... yeah. Yes, sir."

King Eman sighed. Put your right arm on your desk and put your hand on your forehead. Lord Pyrenio was in a relaxed state.

"I am a ghost. Think it's in your dreams and try to reveal anything. Anyway, I just look like an asshole."

"If that's the case..."

King Eman nodded small, but hesitated to speak often. I eventually opened my heavy mouth, wondering if I could put it in my mouth.

"I'm talking about the heir."

"Oh... you mean Early"

Lord Pyrenio was also deeply caught in the chair.

"That's right.... I'll check again, but remember about Early's gender. Come on?

"Ha, I seem to have quite a bit of cloudy memories right before I die. Whatever, my son. Early is a woman."

"Exactly. I raise you as a prince, but as it is, you will not have a successor to our Royal Veliraldo. So we need to get rid of Early and get a new successor."

"Eliminate..."

Lord Pyrenio looked slightly.

"Though a woman, she hits her real daughter. Don't you feel anything?

"I know your grandson is cute, Father"

King Eman seemed a little irritated.

"But didn't Father also say that he wanted a boy"

"That's right. The Veliraldo royal family has been inherited by boys for generations. My father and his father."

"I mean, it's a tradition. That's hard to shake.... Even if you think about changing it to a woman or a king, now is not a good time. More than Early being a woman, I want to change my mind for my daughter."

"I guess the Horsemen are not convinced.... Hmm."

The predecessor laid his hand on its long white beard. It is the habit of King Pyrenio when contemplating.

"I ran out of hands, Father."

said King Eman.

"Even removing Early from his succession in a way other than killing him....... but whichever way you take it, it greatly undermines the credibility of my Royal Veriraldo. Especially when Jarzy, second in inheritance, was placed on the throne, the removal of Early caused suspicion around him, from which the secrets of gender are likely to be exposed. And to remove that danger..."

"Eliminate Early, or"

"No mouth to the dead," I say. There's nothing we can do about what's dead later. "

"I see. You're absolutely right. You serve as king."

Lord Pyrenio nodded. King Eman loosens his cheeks as if relieved.

"I didn't expect you to say those words from your father"

"You're doing great."

The predecessor often peeks into his father's face. And king Eman hung, as if he had become fifty and two.

"By the way, son... there's something I really can't remember"

Lord Pyrenio put his right hand on his temple.

"Why did you have to raise that as a prince? I can't recall what could be the root of all this evil… earlier"