CH 13

Whoosh.

Out of nowhere, a squall gushed into the rainforest.

Of course, because of magic there wasn’t a drop of water on the central patio where we were sitting.

I opened my eyes and pondered what the Crown Prince meant.

“Is this perhaps a joke in Heineken?”

If you want to get a girlfriend, you have to make a dash for your brother-in-law.

“The prince must be joking.”

The body odor of the Crown Prince, whose laughter was wiped out, filled the greenhouse to the point that it made me dizzy.

The butterflies fled and the small animals disappeared.

The Crown Prince had a very calm face, and I gasped as if I had been strangled.

My stomach throbbed and I was gradually getting hot.

It was as if the alcohol I hadn’t taken a sip of had traveled through my bloodstream and finally invaded the cranial nerves.

“I want to make a successor between you and me.”

Just one week after I moved to the main character’s country, the male protagonist threw a bomb at me.

“Elizabeth, I might be married. Heu, heuheu.”

At the sound of my crying and laughing voice, Elizabeth groaned and smeared a lot of saliva on my face.

The Crown Prince was not kidding. I can really give birth to a baby.

〈I’m not forcing you, but I’d like you to give me a positive answer.〉

He said he wasn’t forcing me, but for me, who had no other way to refuse, it was.

But I’m a man, right? I couldn’t say that, so I left, saying I would go back for now.

“No, why? Why me?”

I, no, Carl Lindbergh, does look a little pretty, but he is still a man everywhere you look.

No, would it be possible for the Crown Prince to take a man?

Is he going to make a child with magic?

The Crown Prince said that he could not marry Princess Leia because she was an ‘alpha’.

Maybe Alpha wasn’t a nickname or a status.

The gender of the empress was not specified otherwise in the history of the Lindwyer Empire, which was the same as Lindbergh’s mother.

Even after moving on to Lindbergh, I stopped reading the history book because the content had completely changed from being a direct view of history to a praise of the Lindbergh royal family.

I suddenly remembered the open-minded people of Heineken.

Looking back, I think one of the men who was celebrating had a bulging belly.

I unknowingly put my hand inside my pants, but there was no room for the organ for the baby to come out.

“What did I miss?”

Let’s think about the people I’ve met.

First, Carl Lindbergh’s parents.

I could count the days I met Carl’s parents, whose names I couldn’t remember, on one finger.

Although I intentionally avoided meeting them, it was rare for them to leave their room.

The king was in poor health and spent a lot of time in his room, and the queen occasionally stood by the king’s side and mostly stayed close to Chancellor Kitchener.

Then there’s Chancellor Kitchener.

He often entered Lindbergh Castle, but since he was mainly in his office or the banquet hall, he had little contact with me.

His sticky gaze at me was uncomfortable, but I thought it was just a matter of taste and moved on.

Well, the nobles.

They mostly complimented me on my appearance, but they never mentioned a man I could have children with.

Like a Billboard rapper, they were eager to show off their money and lovers, so I would avoid them like I stepped on shit.

Even that only happened a few times.

“It was my fault for shutting myself up so much!”

I slapped my palms together, and Elizabeth jumped up in surprise.

If we had talked a little more, I would have figured it out sooner.

There must be something wrong.

Even Marco, who was closest to me, didn’t tell me that I could get pregnant.

Either the Crown Prince got it wrong.

Or I was mistaken.

When I came to Heineken, I heard the rustling of the blueprint I had drawn while looking at the lively people.

The imperial atmosphere was mild and the male protagonist was kind to us.

All of those circumstances gave me hope that Leia Lindbergh would no longer have to live like a bird in a cage, and that I could live a real new life where the protagonists would leave me be.

I eagerly welcomed the Crown Prince’s frequent visits, as it might be his opportunity to get to know Princess Leia.

However, the female protagonist was not actually the female protagonist, and the male protagonist, who I thought would be my future brother-in-law, was my, my.

“I can’t believe I’ll become a father!”

Elizabeth seemed to be bothered by me now. I slowly pulled myself away from my increasingly hysterical appearance.

“And there’s that guy’s imperial marriage. I thought it was my sister who would be doing that! If I knew I was going to do that, I would never have come this far.”

The fact that I chose Leia Lindbergh as the female protagonist in this novel also played a part in the discussion about imperial marriage.

Each time I attended a banquet, the nobles would gather in groups of two or three, and speak as if it were a pre-established fact, saying that the person was so beautiful, so mature and that the time had come to begin preparations for the imperial marriage.

The only woman of marriageable age at the banquet was Leia Lindbergh.

So when I almost married Leia away all of a sudden under the influence of the sly chancellor, I stopped her while lying on the floor in spite of my embarrassment, thinking that this was the female protagonist’s first ordeal.

By the way, was that talk about Carl Lindbergh, not Leia Lindbergh? Damn it!

“Hngh.”

Elizabeth sat down on her ass and brushed her ears off with her hind legs.

I was really careless.

Every time I talk about my sister in the past. No, I have to say that it was a previous life now, but anyway, every time I told him how hard it was, he listened sincerely.

“Prince, I’m sorry I’m late. On the way, I met Princess Leia’s maid, who asked me to stop by. But what are you doing?”

As I sat down, holding on to Elizabeth’s hips as she tried to escape, Marco nagged me to keep my dignity.

“Marco, I’m not a prince.”

“You’re saying that again! How can you not be a prince when you were born as a prince? This is why a nervous breakdown is so scary. They said that everything would be fine when you get married. Omegas who are close to heat are on edge, so the Prince, too, is……”

“What? D-did you know?”

“What is?”

I ran to Marco, grabbed him by the shoulder, and shook him.

“That I-I could marry the Crown Prince!”

“P-Prince. You said that your memory was a bit vague. But did you even forget that?”

Even that? How can I guess that!

No one said anything.

I felt like hitting myself on the floor.

Marco’s pupils shook relentlessly as I hit his thighs instead of the floor and breathed heavily.

This is really no joke.

My wild thoughts, my anxious eyes, and you watching that.

“Even if you forget everything else, you remembered His Highness the Crown Prince clearly, so I, of course, thought that y-you had it in mind.”

Snapping his teeth shut, Marco squeezed his eyes tightly.

“You were very worried because you were late in your estrus for a dominant omega. It doesn’t work out even when you meet other alphas. Your Highness kept telling me that we must leave to meet His Highness the Crown Prince.”

Marco’s voice also became smaller as my expression rapidly dropped in temperature.

Other alpha, dominant omega. What is that all about?

“So I don’t know about such things because I’m a beta. What can I do?”

What is estrus again?

Human males are in heat 365 days a year.

My vision was spinning.

“Prince? Prince!”

I was getting dizzy. The sound of Marco calling and Elizabeth’s barking are getting farther and farther away.

Jeon Jae-young, this cheeky brat. What kind of novel were you reading!

“Lindbergh’s Chancellor has contacted us three times in a week.”

Belfry raised his monocle. Mysterious purple hair and eyes were the characteristics of the Hendrick family, who had long been the right-hand man of the imperial family.

“His body must have been sweet, right?”

The Crown Prince, who was smiling, brought the marble in his hand to his nose.

A faint scent of violets wafted to the tip of his nose. The more he smelled it, the more attracted he was.

He had never heard of pheromones changing.

“It looks like the Prince is afraid that he will imprint with His Highness.”

“What imprint, how long has it been since we met? I still don’t fully trust the prince.”

Belfry glanced at the Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince, who hung down on a chair with both legs on the desk, looked relaxed at first glance, but his foster brother knew all too well that a large wolf was sleeping.

That he is ignoring reason and acting instinctively for the first time.

“Would someone like that go and bring the prince as soon as he contacts you?”

Didn’t you grind your teeth 10 years ago for being slapped on the face and giving up on your unrequited love?

Belfry, who was giving a sidelong glance at the Crown Prince, sighed softly as he saw him smile.