Chapter 93: Daily Instructor Baron Logan

A few days later.

Several carriages stood in front of the royal palace.

Among them, the most striking one was the dignified and noble white carriage.

Called the ‘Pegasus,’ it was known as the carriage of dreams among carriage enthusiasts.

It was a gift from the Magic Tower to the royal family, allowing for much faster travel than other carriages.

Several spells were cast on the carriage itself, and the horses pulling it receive extremely rigorous training.

“To think I’d get a chance to ride Pegasus.”

Isaac watched Pegasus with considerable interest.

During the last assault by the transcendents, who used Alois, the first thing they targeted was Pegasus.

That alone speaks to its immense value.

“Isaac, did you know?”

“Hmm?”

Sharen, who had whined like crazy to tag along this time, puffed up with pride.

“When you ride Pegasus, you’re supposed to take off your boots and ride barefoot. That’s how precious it is.”

“Ah, really.”

“Hehe, you didn’t know, did you? You almost got called ignorant.”

Isaac simply dismissed Sharen’s blatant tall tale with disinterest.

Did she really think he would actually believe that nonsense?

At that moment, Princess Clarice, dressed in a lovely gown, appeared.

On either side of her stood Heyrad and the Grandmaster, the former of whom wore a noticeably displeased expression.

Today was the day the bride was departing. It was the day Princess Clarice would set out for her marriage to Prince Raphael of the Brentarion Kingdom.

A massive procession was arranged around Pegasus: an escort knight order, wedding gifts, and a retinue of handmaidens.

Originally, other members of the royal family were supposed to go as well, but with the king in poor health, the eldest daughter could not leave his side.

Thus, the only member of the royal family in attendance was Princess Clarice alone.

‘I thought this was put together quite hastily, but it looks more legitimate than I expected.’

Isaac would be taking part here as a member of the escort knights.

“…….”

Swish, swish.

As Princess Clarice passed by, she blatantly signaled Isaac to get on Pegasus.

‘Even though she’s dressed so splendidly, she’s still the same person underneath.’

Though she wore the refined attire of an elegant bride, her actions betrayed the same princess who once roamed festivals on foot.

‘She is still so young.’

Perhaps that’s why the words of Princess Adeline, whom he met separately before departure, still stuck with him.

-Please, Baron Logan.

‘It’ll be tough if you just leave it all up to me.’

-No, that’s not it. Just… please support her. And if it starts to bother you— you know?

‘I have no idea what you mean.’

****

Pegasus was quite comfortable on the inside as well. A refreshing aroma filled the interior, likely another form of magic.

“Ooh.”

Even Sharen, who had seen all sorts of things back in Helmut, looked around in wonder.

“Isn’t it way too slow?”

However, the carriage was moving at an excessively slow pace.

It felt pointless to ride the fastest carriage in the world like this.

“They’re intentionally going slowly. We’ll probably arrive in Brentarion much later than scheduled.”

Because this procession was transporting a bride, even these small details needed to convey a sense of elegance.

If they rushed ahead recklessly, it would look like she couldn’t wait to meet her groom.

“This is going to be tedious.”

“Then how about we play word chain? I’ll start! Helmut!”

Sharen began something, but the Grandmaster placed her leg on Isaac’s thigh across from him and mumbled:

“It’ll be hard to train here.”

“Please move your leg.”

“But this is comfortable. Go on, massage your master’s legs.”

“…….”

Ever since she learned that she was called the Grandmaster, she’d been subtly trying to act like a mentor, which was a bit annoying.

“Mut! Isaac! Try something with ‘Mut!’”

“It’ll be difficult to do formal training, so how about we spar whenever we get a moment?”

“I’d welcome that.”

“All right. How about that demonic energy’ you used last time? Still no reaction?”

“It’s strange. I feel like something could happen, but I can’t really use it properly.”

The demonic energy—the power contained in the sword wielded by the sword demon in Blackthorn.

Because it was obtained by taking the lives of others, it carries immense gravity and responsibility.

“What’s important is that you carry it. Don’t be impatient.”

In particular, the Grandmaster showed great interest in the demonic energy Isaac possessed.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. Is this really the right thing? Back then… I felt uneasy.”

“Is ‘Mut’ too tough? Maybe something else? ‘Tunnel!’”

“I don’t mean to nitpick, but it’s certain that you possess a power no one else can. Don’t let needless anxieties get to you.”

“…You just switched it to Nitpick!”

In the end, the Grandmaster couldn’t stand it any longer and looked over at Sharen.

“Your persistence is so very Helmut-like.”

“Hurry up! I’m bored!”

“What was it again? ‘L?’ ‘Leap’ then.”

“Re? Re—.”

“Leap.”

“Ah, I got confused. ‘R—.’”

Watching the two of them bicker, Isaac could only let out a hollow laugh.

He thought it was surely a scene he would never have imagined in his previous life.

After all, who would imagine the Grandmaster and Sharen from Helmut playing word chain inside Pegasus?

While Sharen was still pondering, the princess—who had been staring out the window—finally couldn’t take it anymore and interjected.

“Excuse me? I’m pretty sure I only told Isaac to come in. Why did all of you follow?”

“If a princess on her way to be married is in a carriage alone with a man, rumors will spread that they’ve become intimate.”

“Pineapple!”

“Haah, it’s fine, so could you please step out? I have something I want to discuss with Isaac.”

At the princess’s request, the Grandmaster shrugged and opened the carriage door.

Since it was moving slowly anyway, she hopped out without a care.

“Uh…”

Sharen looked disappointed that her word chain partner was gone.

Princess Clarice smiled gently at Sharen and made a request.

“Sharen, would you mind stepping out for a moment?”

“I-I’d like to, but…”

Still seated, Sharen slightly lifted both legs.

Her pure white bare feet appeared, clad in nothing.

“I left my shoes in the other carriage.”

“…….”

“…Why?”

When Isaac inadvertently asked, Sharen blushed as she responded.

“I-I told you earlier! You ride Pegasus barefoot! But I guess not. Everyone else is wearing shoes.”

‘So she wasn’t actually messing with me…’

It seemed she had heard that somewhere and taken it at face value.

“...All right, fine. Just stay. But stay quiet, please.”

And thus, Princess Clarice finally gave up.

She looked at Isaac and asked frankly,

“How do you feel about this marriage?”

“Do you really think my opinion matters?”

Perhaps sensing her explanation was insufficient, Princess Clarice spoke again, her tone a bit lighter:

“I don’t mean from the perspective of a princess and a baron. We’ve already done all the calculations there—this marriage is a practical union for diplomatic alliances and political ties.”

Princess Clarice gave a self-assured smile and shrugged. The same unwavering confidence in herself that Isaac had sensed before shone through.

“What I want to know is how it looks from the viewpoint of someone who was once married.”

Princess Clarice let out a long, weighty sigh.

“My sister, Adeline, and Heyrad—they both see this marriage in a negative light. They think I’m sacrificing myself for the good of the kingdom.”

“Well, it does come across that way.”

After all, it happened so suddenly.

No matter who looked at it, it was clear that the princess was deliberately leaving her kingdom to solidify its bonds and, in doing so, would strengthen alliances with another nation.

Moreover, the Brentarion Kingdom was militarily powerful, serving as another bulwark against the transcendents.

A single move with multiple gains.

Princess Clarice’s marriage brought substantial benefit to the kingdom. It was evident she had thought it through thoroughly.

“That alone is enough for me. My marriage was a powerful card, and I used it efficiently at the right time.”

“I won’t deny that.”

“But people don’t act based solely on efficiency and logic. There are emotions involved.”

And then—

“To my knowledge, you—Isaac—are someone who married purely for love.”

“…….”

“I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, but I’m being sincere.”

Taking a moment to steady her breathing, Princess Clarice clasped her hands tightly together.

“I… want to reassure everyone. I want to show them that I’m not just sacrificing myself for the kingdom; that I’m living a happy married life.”

“You mean—”

“I want to love this husband of mine, a man whose name is practically all I know about him. So, Isaac, help me.”

“…….”

“Owo!”

Next to them, Sharen reacted with bright, eager eyes. She seemed to find the topic immensely entertaining.

“I know this might sound a bit off-putting,”

Princess Clarice remarked, fully aware, then ran her hand through her hair in a smug gesture.

“But I’ve never really had feelings for a man before. I guess there’s never been anyone who satisfied me.”

“…So?”

The slightly brusque reply slipped out, but Princess Clarice continued on with what she wanted to say.

“You managed to win over Rihanna Helmut, didn’t you?”

“…….”

“You did, right?”

“You did, didn’t you?!”

Princess Clarice and Sharen pressed him for an answer. Isaac tried to ignore the headache threatening to flare up and responded,

“It was mutual. I wasn’t the only one doing the wooing.”

“Wow, so your wife actually—?”

“Ahem! Anyway, that’s why I need your help, Isaac. Teach me about romance so I can love that man.”

“Wow! I want to learn, too!”

“……”

Isaac smacked his forehead with a tak sound, suddenly feeling he’d rather be fighting the transcendents again.

– – The End of The Chapter – –

 

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