The Show Must Go On 20 (part 1)

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The Show Must Go On 19

Translator: Aby

Editor: GracelessLiar

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The Knight Commander

When Knight Commander Jolga and Prime Minister Morino visited the Asbal estate, three days had passed since they sent a visitation notice.

I greeted Jolga, dressed in his usual military uniform and [Quistacis: He who Controls Dragons] at his side, along with Morino— who was, for some reason, burdened with a large stack of documents— at the second-floor study. The two of them looked around the study, seemingly surprised at the bare room. The shelves were essentially empty, and the room itself stripped of all decorations. Before beginning the discussion, I confirmed with High Priest Malacia that he could be seated beside Lutora, who had accompanied him from the temple. Jolga and Morino sat on a two-seater sofa, while Malacia and Lutora sat on the sofa opposite them, a low table between them. Meanwhile, I took my place on a single-seater sofa between them. Once the butler, Thomas, took up his place in a corner of the room, I began by urging Prime Minister Morino to reveal the reason for his visit.

“First, I am returning the contracts I had borrowed. It has been determined to be genuine… From the bottom of my heart, I express my respect for the devotion of the Asbal family over the years.”

“I gladly accept your praise for the Asbal family… However, that no longer concerns me.”

I put my hand on the folder Morino had placed on the low table and shook my head slightly.

“As you will inherit this mansion, it should be used by you. Once he ascends to the throne, I would advise you to draw up a new contract with Crown Prince Vikram as an addendum to the original.”

“In regards to that matter, shouldn’t the inheritor of this mansion not be me, but rather the new fief lord Sigurd?”

Having learned that I had stepped back from acting as fief lord, it was natural for Morino to harbor doubts. In reply, I gave a bitter smile and leaned back against the sofa, letting my gaze drift slightly.

“…At best, Sigurd’s reign will only be for a brief period. He… will likely leave the Asbal family.”

Aside from Malacia, the faces of the four people present changed color. I took out a diary from the inner pocket of my coat and placed it on the table. The thread-bound book did not have a title written on the front, instead, the name of the book’s owner was written in small letters on the cover.

[Yurikano Nana Lisette]

Jolga’s eyes widened.

I didn’t stop him as he reached out towards the book with trembling hands.

“…Head Priest.”

Jolga took the diary in hand, opening it to reveal faded pages, and Morino peered at them with restraint from the side. I left them to it and called out to Malacia.

“I would like to confess the deceased. Please grant forgiveness for my late wife, Yurikano’s sins.”

“… I am at your service. As three witnesses are required for confessions of the deceased…

Lord Morino, Sir Lutora, as well as Thomas. Would you agree to witness this confession?”

A confession of the deceased, which only the Head Priest had the authority to preside over, was something the bereaved family could request, to cleanse the deceased of sins committed. Proof of the sin, a bereaved relative to confess, and three living witnesses were required. Malacia took it upon himself not to choose Jolga as a witness. Of course, this was because the [sin] I was about the reveal, had a deep connection to Jolga.

“…The child Yurikano bore… Sigurd, is not my son. Jolga Von Oswein, he’s your son.”

“…So it was true.”

“T-that can’t be!”



While my words agitated the witnesses.

Jolga simply nodded quietly, with the diary still in his hands,

“The night before Yurikano was to be married to Lord Anderheim… Yurikano and I had an overnight fling. Sigurd was likely conceived at that time. This diary was definitely written by Yurikano. I’m familiar with her handwriting… It is undeniable evidence.”

“…I see.”

Shocked by the sudden confession, Lutora had stood up without even realizing it. Jolga looked up at him with an expression full of distress.

“I’m sorry… Lutora. This blame may fall upon you too. …Lord Anderheim. This should be a sin borne by myself alone. I beg of you, please be lenient on my sons.”


“I know that guilty as I am, I have no right to request so. However, Lutora and— Lutora and Sigurd, my sons, have done nothing wrong.”


A sign escaped my lips.

Jolga, who pleaded repeatedly on his knees, and the speechless Lutora and Morino froze.

“…You misunderstand, Knight Commander.”

“…Lord Anderheim…?”

“Did I not say it was a confession for the deceased? I have no intention of persecuting you. I was simply seeking forgiveness for my late wife’s sins.”

“…But that is…”

“Of course, there was a reason for deliberately summoning the Head Priest and confessing here. Knight Commander… I would like to make a deal.”


Hearing words inappropriate for the situation, Morino raised his voice in vigilance. I nodded, taking the diary from Jolga’s hands and, once again, placed it on the low table.

“The diary left behind by Yurikano is undeniable proof of the Knight Captain’s adultery. However, if you accept the conditions I suggest, I will present the diary to you untouched.”

“… And your suggestions would be?”

At Morino’s question, I raised three fingers.

“Firstly, to wait on acknowledging Sigurd as Captain Jolga’s son. I never had any intention of letting him succeed the Asbal family, however, as the circumstances have changed, I need him to temporarily succeed me no matter what. It’s fine if you wait until the political situation has settled. Until then, I would like Sigurd to protect the fiefdom.”

“…No problem.”

Having received Jolga’s confirmation, I lowered my ring finger.

“Secondly, do not make the role the Asbal family has played all this time public. This family does not need prestige. That we are not honored for our role is the very reason we take pride in it. Additionally, moving forward, this role will be undertaken by Prime Minister Morino. It’s a tough job… but it’s for the kingdom’s sake.”

“…I understand.”

Nodding back at Morino’s nod, this time, I lowered my middle finger.

“Finally, the funds received from disposing of the Asbal family’s assets will be set aside as retirement funds for the servants who have served the Asbal family. I have double-checked the estimations Thomas had calculated, and the funds should be more than enough. Any leftover funds will be donated to the Shrine’s orphanage.”


“Lord Anderheim…!”

Thomas choked on his words and Malacia gave a deep bow of his head.. With a small smile, I lowered the last finger.

“Those are my conditions. Do you accept?”

“…Rather than that, I have a question, Lord Anderheim.”

Morino’s voice was full of confusion.

“None of the conditions you have raised were unacceptable, and not a single one of them has any benefits for you. Why would you ask for those conditions?”

As expected, Morino gave voice to the question they were all wondering about.

“Because I do not need benefits, Your Excellency.”


“I bought a small mansion on the west hill with a sweeping view of the capital. I am thinking of spending the days up until the Dragon God Festival there, with Julieta. Of course, I don’t mind if you put me under surveillance. There may be few rooms, but it is a house with a beautiful garden… Julieta is sure to like it.”


As I thought of my daughter, Jolga stared at my fatherly expression, and suddenly, something seemed to occur to him and he grabbed the diary again.

“…Lord Anderheim.”

“What is it?”

“When did you discover this diary?”

Ah, so he was the one who had realized the crux of the matter.

I had predicted Morino to be the one to realize it, but it seems Jolga was more perspective than I thought.

“When Julieta returned to the mansion from the shrine, she started using her mother’s room. The other day, she boldly decided to remodel the room and found it behind a picture frame.”

Jolga hesitated slightly.

“How did you know? That Sigurd… That the child Yurikano bore was not your flesh and blood?”


That was right, if one properly thought about my words, they would realize this point.

I had only discovered proof of Yurikano’s infidelity in this diary a mere month ago, and yetI had declared that even before that that I had no intention of letting Sigurd succeed the family. Rather than it being that I hated Sigurd, it was almost as if I had known he did not have the Asbal family’s blood in his veins all along and thus could not entrust him that responsibility.

How could I know that Sigurd was not my son, and was instead Jolga’s? While there was the flimsy truth that Sigurd looked nothing like me, Sigurd himself was aware that I had never once brought him to the underground vault with the blood lineage sensor.

“…I was well aware of it.”

The thorn that would pierce Jolga’s heart left my mouth.

“After all, I had never once held Yurikano.”

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The Show Must Go On 18

Translator: Hasr11

Editor: Vnovember

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A Diary and A Letter


The heir of Prime Minister Anderheim, Sigurd Isys Asbal, the imperial knight directly under the orders of the Crown Prince, was not his son.

Sigurd’s mother, Yurikano Nana Lisette was a refined beauty with lustrous black hair and the fiancée of Jolga Von Oswein. Their engagement had been decided by their parents. Their territories neighboured each other, they were close in age and had been close friends from childhood. They were waiting for the two to become adults and it was certain that the two would get married.

The one who interfered in the two’s relationship was Anderheim, who saw Yurikano at a ball for the first time. Anderheim took over his father’s seat as the Prime Minister at the young age of twenty. The incident took place about a year after that. All this while, the king and the eminent people of the court urged him to quickly take in a nobleman’s daughter as his wife, for the sake of high society. Although he thought of it as troublesome, Anderheim still attended the ball. There, the one who caught his eye, waltzing joyfully as she was escorted by her fiancée Jolga, was Yurikano.

Both Jolga and Yurikano were seventeen then. The two youths were deeply in love with each other, and their future seemed bright. Already known to be the most promising rookie amongst the knights, Jolga had a strong sense of justice. His political stand was exactly opposite that of Anderheim.

Anderheim’s actions were swift.

Not even a month had passed since the ball when a letter came to the Osweins from the Lisettes, requesting an annulment of the engagement. The Osweins were surprised and asked the reason for the engagement annulment. The Lisettes were vague and dodged the questions, saying it was ‘An internal matter’. While Jolga and Yurikano were at a loss, this time it was the young Prime Minister Anderheim whose engagement to the daughter of the Lisettes was announced by none other than the royal family.

Yurikano was in despair, and Jolga, indignant. The Osweins tried everything they could, but the one behind the scenes was the Prime Minister from the Asbal House, who even had the Royal Family as his allies. In the unlikely event of them rejecting the offer, not just the Lisettes, even the Osweins would be implicated. Persuaded by her family, Yurikano decided to marry Anderheim.

And on the night before the wedding.

Jolga and Yurikano, spent a night of passion, vowing to make it but a passing dream.

After her marriage to Anderheim, Yurikano did not show her face in high society and thus never met Jolga.

Shortly after, Yurikano gave birth to her eldest son Sigurd, at the age of eighteen. Not even a year had passed before she was struck by an illness and departed the world.

Anderheim took in his second wife after a year of mourning and when Sigurd was three, his sister Julieta was born.

At that time, when the children had their first social debut at the Asbal House, the nobles that scrambled for a look all had expressions of astonishment.

Although she was just an infant, Julieta had golden hair and jade eyes unique to the Asbal family. On the other hand, Sigurd, with his black hair and hazel eyes, looked gallant. Most importantly, despite being so young, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the talented and newly appointed young Vice Commander of the Royal Knights, with his hazel eyes— Jolga Von Oswein.

When Jolga was nineteen, he married a viscount’s daughter he was introduced to, and at twenty, his eldest son, Lutora was born. Barely a year had passed since then.

Rumors flew through the kingdom as if it were the truth, deeply troubling Lutora’s mother and Anderheim’s second wife who had just given birth to Julieta. Perhaps it was due to their anxiety that they passed away when their children were still young.

Now, this was the truth that would come to light in the hidden capture target Jolga’s route. After he cuckolded Anderheim with his so-called tryst with Yurikano the night before her marriage, he had never met Yurikano again. Jolga did not know that the one Yurikano gave birth to was his own son, till Sigurd’s debut at three.

By the way, there was no proof that Sigurd is Jolga’s son.

He no doubt resembled Jolga, but it could be passed off as coincidence. There was no DNA testing in this world, but there were magic systems that could detect bloodlines. The lock in the basement that only opened when the people with the same blood opened them was an example of their use. If it was used. it would make it evident that Sigurd and Anderheim were not related by blood. But, that would not prove that he was Jolga’s son.

That was where the proof that appeared in the Jolga route, the secret diary left by Yurikano, would come to use.

Yurikano had very kindly written of her dalliance with Jolga on the eve of her wedding and how Anderheim was too busy to visit the bridal chamber on their wedding night. Counting backward from the day her morning sickness began, she realized that she was pregnant with Jolga’s child. She felt disgusted, and the fact that she had invited Anderheim to her room and was held by him in that way to protect her child… she spelled it out quite clearly in her writing.

Originally in the game, the diary was hidden behind an oil painting hung on the wall of the room of the mistress of the house— Julieta’s room. The one who first found it was Julieta and her father Prime Minister Anderheim used it as proof to blackmail Jolga and schemed to make him betray the Crown Prince in exchange for hiding his immorality. The heroine used the mansion’s master key that Thomas stole to sneak into Julieta’s room. While Julieta was dozing on the bed, she stole the diary. Or that’s how the story went. At the end of the Jolga route, Jolga was preparing to surrender himself to the court of inquiry to make up for the sin of adultery he had committed when the heroine approached him and uttered nonsense like “it was fine even if you spend the rest of your life in regret, so please live with me” and burned the diary in front of Jolga. This was their happy end.

{Now we continue in first-person narration from Anderheim’s point of view}


As for the diary, I quickly collected it from behind the picture frame and altered the contents just the slightest bit. This time I did not take the ancient Dragon Kharis’ help and only took out a few pages from the diary and bound it again. The part that I took out was the one that detailed Yurikano inviting Anderheim to the bedroom. With just this, I could frame up a [Certain Fact].

Furthermore, as I diligently sorted the documents in the office with Thomas by my side, I spread out the contents left on top of the desk. Most of them were trivial messages and invitations to banquets from nobles and some sealed letters. But I picked up one that stood out, with my fingertips and lightly muttered “So it was here.”


While I sensed Thomas trying to avoid glancing at me as hard as he could, while trying to ascertain my actions at the same time, I quietly stacked the letter up with the other documents and bundled them up together.


“Yes, Master.”

Seeing Thomas’s approach, I handed the stack of letters over to him, and nonchalantly requested him to burn them along with the unnecessary documents.


“Good, I’ll leave it to you then.”

Saying so, I left. Thomas was left, alone, in the basement.

I had to leave him alone. He needs time to confirm.

“Master, a messenger has arrived from the Royal castle.”

As I prepared to go to the courtyard where Sigurd and Julieta were, a maid in uniform spoke. Waiting behind her was a messenger holding a sealed letter in his hand.

“Lord Anderheim Yucht Asbal. His Excellency the Prime Minister and the Knight Commander request an audience with you.”

“Oh? Leaving aside the Prime Minister, has the Knight Commander returned from his expedition so soon?”

I asked as I ascertained the contents of the sealed letter I received. The messenger, who wore a justaucorps1 over his hose2 gave a wry smile and while hiding his face under his feather cap, he spoke in a tiny voice.

“I heard that the Crown Prince’s fiancée, Lady Nasha, was quite eager to meet His Highness soon and pleaded with him. Before they even dealt with the aftermath of the suppression they had to return to the royal castle, together.”

“Hah, they seem quite free.”

“I’ve heard that her training isn’t going well either. I wonder what will happen.”

“Well, it has nothing to do with me now. Please tell the Prime Minister and the Knight commander that I have received the message,”


Seeing off the messenger as he returned to the royal castle, I once again headed towards the courtyard where Julieta and Sigurd were.



Julieta smiled as she sat on the garden chair as Sigurd awkwardly guarded her from the back with his head hung low. Having spent nearly two months in each other’s company, this pair of brother and sister who had lived apart, finally opened up to each other a little.

The sweets on the white plates laid on the table were the cake that Julieta proudly boasted of lately having “made it myself.”

“Both of you. The Prime Minister and the Knight commander will arrive at the mansion in a few days.”

“Morino and the Knight Commander?”

“Is that so? Should I also help out in some way?”

“No, it’s fine. The one they want to talk to is me.”


“Sigurd. When the two come, please be with Julieta in the courtyard.”


“It won’t be anything pleasing to the ears after all.”

Sigurd was thus admonished.

Certainly what he would eavesdrop upon would be far worse than what he had anticipated.

Little did he know how it would shatter his world.


Technically it’s still thursday so this counts as a birthday release, right?

Hasr’s Birthday Release (2/5)

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The Show Must Go On 17

Translator: Aby

Editor: Vnovember

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HASR’s Birthday Release (1/5)


“This isn’t a good development, Lutora.”

“I know.”

“To think that the evidence we wanted to use would end up being the noose around our necks.”

Morino sighed deeply. Having looked through the leather folder full of contracts passed to him by Morino and understanding what Malacia had meant by “Anderheim’s situation”, Lutora once again looked up at the ceiling.

Away from the gloomy two, in a corner of the office, two children with a similar face sat side by side, knees touching, on the long fur carpet, opening a large book taken from the bookshelf.

In the Royal Office.

Morino, who was welcoming Lutora for his regular report, had deep bags under his eyes and looked exhausted.

On top of the follow-up investigations of the revealed truth, there were also petitions from various state organizations, preparations to be made for the Dragon God Festival and the coronation ceremony five months later as well as settling the guest list, maintenance and security for the roads, investigation of the taxes… the list of things he needed to do just kept getting longer.

Anderheim, who had been Prime Minister before him, had a thorough understanding of whom to delegate the state affairs to, as well as how to distribute them to prevent dissatisfaction. However, Anderheim had been angered by the unreasonable treatment of his beloved daughter and had resigned from his position.

All the heavy responsibilities and the baton of command fell to the new Prime Minister Morino, a barely sixteen-year-old who had none of the necessary know-how.

“While it’s not impossible, we’re far too short-staffed. The evidence you’ve recorded, rather than being a double-edged sword, is more likely to become a soldering iron. One wrong step, and we’ll be scalded past the point of recovery.”

What Lutora was doing while staying in the temple was recording conversations through the magic stone, saving it as evidence.

Of course, any identifying details of private consultations or confessions were deleted, but any of Head Priest Malacia’s conversations and accompanying actions were all sent to the office.

The audio recorded through the magic stone could be paused at will, however, the contents could not be altered. In other words, for a given length of audio recording, the recording in the middle would be reliable evidence, but the beginning and end of the audio would be judged unreliable. After all, it could be suspected that something inconvenient was recorded and cut off so that it was not saved.

Melia’s violent actions and Malacia’s countermeasures to them, additionally, Lutora’s words requesting for Suimo to be given to Melia, were all unfortunately recorded in the most inconvenient part of the recording.

Should this audio be used as evidence of Malacia’s wrongdoings; Melia’s violence, as well as Lutora’s careless words, would also have to be submitted as evidence.

The audio continued to Lutora giving Melia the Suimo, and the fact that Melia had started wallowing in the drug.

Neither of those facts would allow them to escape unscathed.

“Who heard this audio when it was transmitted to the office?”

“Fortunately, it was just me. Sigurd was at the Asbal estate guarding and keeping an eye on Lady Julieta, and Jorga had immediately left after sending me these contracts, just as Lord Anderheim had predicted, to suppress the revolt that broke out at the border. His Highness accompanied Sir Jorga. Nasha was in the middle of her lessons and wasn’t around.”

“I see… It’s great that His Highness and Nasha didn’t hear it.”

“Yes. Also… ”

Morino hung his head, and let out a long sigh.

“Regarding the Suimo that was found in the merchant goods headed to Cemtoah… Just now, I found out its intended destination.”

On the night of the banquet, they had prepared this to corner Head Priest Malacia should the opportunity arise.

“The destination was a wealthy water merchant family in Cemtoah. That family has a daughter who has fallen ill with [Junkusa Disease].”

The Junkusa Disease was an incurable illness with multiple outbreaks in Cemtoah. One theory was that a local Cemtoah disease evolved as it was transmitted by humans, but nothing has been confirmed. Should one contract it, their extremities would start to decay. As if they had severe frostbite, their fingers would turn black and crumble, following which it would spread to the rest of the body via blood. The most frightening part of this disease was not the grotesque rotting appearance, but that the pain of the decaying body remained till the end.

“Both her arms are lost to the elbow, and legs are lost till the knee. For the sake of their daughter who could only suffer intense pain while waiting for her death, the parents had exhausted all their means to contact an intermediary to buy Suimo. However, that was…”

“…confiscated by us.”


Morino’s beautiful face twisted with regret.

“In the end, her internal organs started to decay. Unable to bear watching her suffer from the pain in her last days, the father… personally ended his daughter’s life.”

There was no need to ask what the expression of the hunched over Lutora was.

His fist was clenched so tightly that his fingernails drew blood and his hunched back simply trembled with the force of his emotions.


“Lutora. I am guilty of the same.”

“I… If I hadn’t confiscated that Suimo.”

“It was I who asked you to do it…! Believing that it was for the best. Believing it was justice, without a trace of doubt!”

That fact.

It was far too late. Even if they regretted it, even if the hidden circumstances were known to them now.

As he struggled with the depths of the sins he now bore, small hands gripped Lutora’s arms from both sides.

“Sir Lutora, what’s wrong?”

“Sir Lutora, don’t cry.”

He drew his eyebrows together. Gazing up at Lutora’s face from below, looking as if they would cry too were the twins, Cain and Abel.

Amongst the orphans that Lutora was instructing in swordplay, these two were remarkably outstanding in their talent.

The elder of the two, Cain’s sword skills were decent and he had an introverted personality, but he was also very smart. The younger one, Abel tended to leave the thinking to his brother and was rather rough, but when handling a sword, his natural talent was outstanding.

The two were very attached to Lutora and were habitual offenders of raiding Lutora’s bed every night.

“Sir Lutora, are you being bullied?”

“Sir Lutora, tell me who’s bullying you! I will beat them up!”


Abel was swinging his fists and snorting wildly, while Cain, with tears at the corners of his eyes, was about to cry.

At the affection shown to him by the twins, who had barely turned eight, Lutora laughed weakly.

Lifting the twins onto his left and right thigh, Lutora bumped his forehead lightly on their round heads. The body warmth of the twins clinging tightly to him slowly melted the coldness in Lutora’s heart.

“Cain and Abel. They’re quite sensitive to emotions, aren’t they?”

“Yeah. And not just that, Cain is really smart and Abel is quite talented in swordplay. Although I also wanted to introduce them to Father, not just to you, Prime Minister Morino.”

Just like Sigurd, who had left the Asbal family. Talented children could be invited to be Knights, regardless of their birth. Lutora had been thinking of introducing the twins to his father, Knight Commander Jolga. By the way, when Morino had first met them, he had asked seriously, “Who did you have these children with?”

“Lord Anderheim’s predictions were spot on. Sir Jolga detoured to the knight garrison on his way to the castle and dispatched a squad to the suspected area of a revolt. The revolt broke out right before the squad arrived. Thanks to that, it was reported that the revolt was swiftly suppressed.”

“I see. That’s great to hear.”

“Yes. When His Highness and Sir Jolga return, we’ll invite Sir Jolga and discuss our future plans.”

“That’s true. For now, we can’t let His Highness…”

“Agreed. We can’t let him know.”

Hugging the twins tightly, the two men sighed again. Then the sounds of violent knocking at the office door reached their ears.

“Hey! Morino, Lutora! Are you in there?”

The voice they heard from beyond the door was a high-pitched voice, tinged with irritation, they were very familiar with.


“What’s wrong, Nasha?”

Morino stood up, but before he gave his permission to enter the room, the wooden door was opened. Uncaring about the hem of her dress dragging on the floor, entering with large strides was the former Sacrificial Priestess, Nasha Laturi. Yes, this person.

“Nasha, isn’t it currently time for your lessons?”

“Aren’t you scared of angering the head maid?”

Without replying to Morino’s or Lutora’s questions, Nasha pursed her lips and took a look around the room as she slumped her shoulders dejectedly.

“Nee. Prince Vikrum has yet to return?”

“His Highness is currently at the border, handling a revolt.”

“I know that! But isn’t Sir Jolga leading the troops? Surely it should be fine for the Prince to return earlier.”

“Nasha, that’s not possible.”

“His Highness headed to the frontlines in order to make his dignity and competency, as the next King, known. As he is with Sir Jolga, the degree of danger is less and it’s a necessary action as an administrator.”

“Even though I’m this lonely… the Prince is so unfeeling.”

Once again, they were on different wavelengths.

Nasha did not listen to their explanations. Like the past few days, she should have fought with the instructor of her lessons and had run to the office seeking comfort from her friends.

“Hey Abel, it’s a princess.”

“That’s right Cain, she’s so pretty.”

The words were exchanged in a whisper while sitting on top of Lutora’s lap.

Nasha dropped her gaze to the owners of the voices and was shocked to see the twins.

“How cute…! Are they Lutora’s children!?”

“Why are you asking that too!? When did I have children? These are two kids I’m looking after at the temple’s orphanage. Look. Cain, Abel. This is Lady Nasha. She’ll be the next Queen. Go on and greet her.”

Nasha smiled and approached the sofa as she bent over. The twins slid down from Lutora’s lap and bowed their heads, greeting her with a short “I’m Cain” “I’m Abel”. At the nervous expressions of the adorable twins, Nasha’s mood was lifted.

“So you two are twins. I have a younger twin sister as well.”

“Lady Nasha is a twin too?”

At Cain’s words, Nasha nodded in agreement, smiling happily.

“My sister is very lively and she’s called Melia. She has the same face as me, so you can tell right away.”


“Melia? The Dragon Priestess, Lady Melia?”

They tilted their heads as they asked, Cain in confusion and Abel in curiosity.

“Do you know her? Right now, she should be in the temple, like you.”


What Abel delivered next while nodding was the cruel truth that only children could say.

“Every day she shouts “Give me more medicine”. That Lady Melia, right?”

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The Show Must Go On 16

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The Dragon Sleep Flower

The path from the shrine to the underground lake where the ancient dragon Kharis was sealed was long and winding. Many dead ends, like a maze, existed as a countermeasure against intruders. The correct path had no special characteristic, nor did the corners have any marking to guide.

Despite this, Malacia was not lost and was leading the way with a lantern in his hand. Lutora, who was following him closely, became tense as the air became increasingly colder the lower they went.

After a long time, Malacia stopped in front of a passage that was different from the others they had walked through till now. The path had a slightly higher ceiling. Turning to face Lutora, he pointed towards the end of the dark path.

“If you go straight down this path, it shall lead to the underground lake where His Grace Kharis resides.”

“The ancient dragon Kharis?”

“He is one of the pillars of Palcemith. Please show him some respect. The storage area for Suimo is right here.”

Malacia urged Lutora to a hard-to-spot turn in the side of the passage and through a corner that had a wall in the blind spot. From here on, it formed a narrow path that only one person could pass through at a time.

Advancing along the narrow path and after going down countless flights of stairs, they reached a dim room where they could hear water flowing. Under the faint glow of the lantern, the room didn’t seem too large. There was a canal running along the wall that had many round buds blooming in the water.

“This is…”

“Yeah, Dragon Sleep. Do not touch the water with your bare hands. It is a deadly poison to humans.”

“This is the water from the underground lake, right?”

“Yes. This flows out from the lake where His Grace Kharis has immersed half of his body. It is later diluted into the groundwater, it is the origin of all the water veins and diffuses throughout the kingdom. This is what makes the kingdom abundant.”

The workings were known to all the citizens of Palcemith, but it was the first time that he was seeing it with his own eyes.

Squatting beside Lutora, who was observing the canal with great interest, Malacia ascertained the sizes of each of the growing buds one by one. Muttering “it’s no good,” his shoulders drooped.

“The growth isn’t great… No matter which bud I see, it doesn’t seem like they will bloom.”

“To begin with, can they really bloom? In such a place where light doesn’t reach?”

“They will. Just a fraction of them though. They will become the raw materials for Suimo.”

Malacia got up and unlocked a small shelf fastened to the stone wall with metal fixtures and slid open the door.

“I have no choice but to use these.”

Inside the shelf were five glass vials the size of a finger. Each had a round-petalled flower submerged in the liquid. On top of having a glass stopper at their mouths, they were also airtight sealed using wax.

“I had made preparations to ship them. However, seeing how we can’t expect to be able to refine new batches of Suimo, it can’t be helped.”

Malacia took out two vials from the row and handed them over to Lutora.

“The stoppers on the vials have conical plugs. If you take out the stopper, the ‘Suimo’ inside will stick to it. Take a drop of that and mix it with milk or other drinks and give it to Lady Melia. This would be Lady Melia’s first time using Suimo, so I believe that a drop should be sufficient.”


“The records state that the Dragon Priestesses usually consume a vial every month. If we regulate the dosage, the Suimo in here should suffice. There are chances that we can make a new batch of Suimo if the growing buds of Dragon Sleep bloom, however, the hopes of that are thin.”

Giving out a sigh, Malacia closed and locked the shelf.

“As long as Lady Melia plans to use the Suimo in here, we cannot sell any. I have to think of alternative methods to get funds.”

“That, you’re talking about the Royal Family’s embezzlement of the Shrine’s funds, right?”

At Lutora’s question, Malacia gave a nod in reply.

“Morino told you about it?”

“Ahh… He explained it to us. Hearing that the late King and his close relatives had embezzled funds. His Highness deeply lamented.”

“Well, alright.”

“That’s why you shouldn’t worry about the Shrine’s budget. Morino said that he will go through the account books and calculate the appropriate budget for the Shrine.”

“What a fool.”


He thought that he had given information that would put Malacia at ease, but he was quickly disparaged.

Seeing Lutora flustered, Malacia let out a second sigh.

“Did you think that the Child Prodigy Morino went over just that?”

“What do you mean?”


Lutora had clearly been made a fool of. After Malacia rubbed his brows with his free hand, he voiced out his exasperation. Just like that, Malacia quickly turned his back to him and walked back onto the original passageway. Tuning slightly to face Lutora for a moment, he continued to speak without pausing his steps.

“Think carefully, Lutora.”

“Think carefully about what?”

“No doubt the Shrine’s funds were embezzled. But did you know that I have appealed multiple times for the to be budget reconsidered, only to have all my pleas crushed under the hands of the royal family?”


“‘Although the former Prime Minister attempted to somehow accommodate them, his hopes were in vain’… is what you must have heard, am I right? And you thought that it was true?”


Even as Lutora was doubting his ears, Malacia did not turn to look back even once.

“He… Lord Anderheim has a huge influence. Even if it is the royal family, it would be difficult to ignore the intentions he clearly spoke of… usually, that is.”


“It was on purpose. And everything… was for the sake of His Highness the Crown Prince. You should know that the Crown Prince’s mother lacks substantial backing.”

Crown Prince Vikram’s mother was the Queen of Palcemith, Illumina.

Although Queen Illumina was the daughter of an Earl from a neighboring kingdom, her status was not high.

She fell in love with the king while studying in a foreign nation and thus, married him. Soon after, her family was caught up in a scandal and was wiped out. Although she gave birth to the crown prince, she has no backers.

“The late king deeply loved the queen. The fact that he did not take in a single concubine speaks volumes of his true feelings. His son, the Crown Prince was the apple of his eye. That is why he needed a backer… that too, the most influential person in the kingdom.”

“And that was…”

“Yeah. Lord Anderheim. However, he had his own circumstances and would not support the Crown Prince out of his own will. Thus, they thought of a roundabout way of deceiving him. The late King embezzled the funds from the Shrine and the former Prime Minister who saw through it gathered evidence, and finally coerced the late King to make his only daughter Julieta, the Crown Prince’s fiancée… is the scenario they made up.”


“The one who proposed that the Shrine should sell Suimo to make up for the lack of funds was also Lord Anderheim. The late King used the embezzled money to slowly win over the relatives and the rebellious retainers to his side. So that everything would work to their advantage once the Crown Prince came to the throne.”

“N-No way.”

Malacia remained calm and explained to Lutora who was shaking his head in disbelief.

“You’re free to not believe it. But, it is better to inform Prime Minister Morino of it. If he has the leisure to calculate the amount of money that has to be returned to the Shrine then he should rather put it to use thinking of ways to further solidify the Crown Prince’s foothold. The kingdom has just lost a rare guardian in the form of Lord Anderheim. It wouldn’t be surprising if anything happens.”


They reached the end of the stairs that led back to the surface.

Malacia placed his hand on the door through which light filtered in and muttered.

“When Lady Julieta was betrayed by the Crown Prince. The one who despaired the most was undoubtedly Sir Anderheim.”

Lutora was biting his lip behind Malacia’s back.

He felt that he had misunderstood everything.

Malacia: “I’m worried this puppy is a little too gullible.”

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The Show Must Go On 15

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The Shrine, which administered the Dragon God Faith in Palcemith had a relatively simple structure.

From the pavement so level that even carriages could easily ride through, extended a stone staircase. Climbing up the stairs, one would be greeted by an arch-shaped gate that imitated a gigantic dragon. This was the entrance. Surrounding it was a grass-covered outer courtyard. The altar for the believers to pray was a place where the floor was much more elevated than elsewhere and was deep inside the building. The building was separated, by white pillars that held up the roof, from the place of worship. Passageways extended from both sides of the place of worship. The tiny rooms that dotted the passageways at regular intervals served as waiting rooms for nobles as well as important people. And it was in one of these rooms that Lutora stayed. If one went up the stairs to the second floor, there was a corridor where you could see the place of worship in one sweep.

The passageway extended further behind the small rooms and led to a U-shaped building. This was the residence of the Priests, the ladies-in-waiting serving the shrine, and the orphans. Enclosed by the three-story building was a courtyard with a fountain. The Dragon Priestess was allotted a well-lit room facing this very courtyard.

Accompanying Malacia, Lutora stepped in the courtyard of the residential building. What he saw were ladies-in-waiting with bandages on their hands and feet, dull and tired expressions on their faces, all beaten black and blue. At the same time, the shrill shrieks of a young girl reached his ears.

As he approached the Dragon Maiden’s room, the shrieks grew louder. When he stood in front of the closed door, he could clearly discern the words to be unbearably filthy utterances.

“No! I don’t want it! What did I do wrong? You are all scum! Bastards!”


“Lady Priestess…! Please, please calm down.”

“Shut up! You whore! Die! Die in my place!”

As Malacia wordlessly opened the door with a frown, the scene that unfolded before their eyes was akin to hell.

A young girl with disheveled hair was stomping on the flanks of a fallen lady-in-waiting. She mercilessly threw a clay vase at the other ladies-in-waiting who were coming to her rescue. The one who had her stomach stepped on was groaning, while the other one, whose head the vase crashed into, silently fainted.

“Ahahahhaha! Maggots! Mealworms! Ahh, feels so good!”

Her bloodshot eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets, and as she looked down at the injured lady-in-waiting, the corners of her mouth foamed as she let out out a vulgar laugh. There was no mistaking the proponent of this repulsive behavior. It was the one whom all of Lutora’s allies were worried about, Melia Laturi herself.

“…You must be joking.”

Lutora doubted his eyes, but that was understandable. There were no traces left of the beauty that had made Melia and Nasha look like two peas in a pod. Her cheeks were sallow and her ribs were visible. She was skinny like a withered tree. Her bruised skin seemed dry and flaky with countless red scratch marks on it.

“Mr. Malacia”

One of the ladies-in-waiting noticed the two standing like statues in front of the door. She walked up to Malacia and kneeled, revealing her legs that had nothing but bruises. Malacia immediately got down on his knees and cradled the woman’s hand that seemed pitiful with all the fresh wounds.

“I a-apologize… she was calm till now, but…”

“It’s all right, Nemo. It’s not your fault. What about the healers?”

“Early in the morning, the last one ran out of magic. We planned for them to work in shifts, but as Lady Melia was unwilling to wait, we were unable to do so.”

“I see.”

Malacia gave a long sigh.

“I’ll do it instead. Lutora, follow me.”

“Ah… yes.”

Accompanied by Lutora, Malacia approached the bed as quietly as he could. No sooner had she recognized him, Melia let out a piercing shriek and spit on his unblemished face.

“Demon! Go to hell!”

‘O spirits of water, I beseech you with this prayer. I worship thy name, grant me with the miracle of healing…”

“You piece of shit! Son of a bitch! Go fuck yourself!”

“… ‘O light, overflow. Fill this prayer of mine.”

No sooner had Malacia uttered the words, a faint blue light filled the room. The moment she was enveloped by the light, the hysteric Melia’s expression seemed a little calmer.

As Melia slumped down to her knees, Lutora rushed past Malacia to grab her in his arms.

“Melia! Get it together!”

He lightly patted her cheeks, not minding the snot and drool on her face.


She heard a familiar voice.

Melia’s seemed barely at the edge of sanity as she raised her head.

Ascertaining the one who had caught her, she scrunched up her face and sniffled in her snot as she turned teary-eyed.

“Did you… come… to… rescue… me?”


“Hur…ry. Hurry, take me away… I don’t want… Dragon Priestess…”


Seeing the debilitated Melia, Lutora was at a loss for words.

At that time an unconcerned voice sounded.

“Lady Melia cannot resign from the duties of the Dragon Priestess until we find a replacement.”


“I’m sorry, but the seat of the Dragon Priestess cannot be left vacant till the Sacrificial Priestess is offered to the dragon.”

“You son of a bitch…!”

“I don’t want this… this pain, this suffering, no more…! Lutora, take me away from this place… Sigurd, come save me…!”

Melia shook her head and clung to his clothes as Lutora held her in his arms, as if to shield her, and glared at Malacia.

No matter how naive Lutora was, he understood that Malacia’s words were right.

Palcemith was born out of the dragon’s grace. For the sake of the kingdom’s existence and for the sake of the ancient dragon’s survival, if a single girl has to endure pain, it is justified. The one chosen as the holy maiden, the Sacrificial Priestess, was to offer her flesh and soul to the dragon on the day of the reckoning.

He knew that fact. But still…!

Seeing the girl, he knew so well and thought of as a friend, suffering in pain and wretchedly going crazy, he could not simply stay silent.

And that was why.

“Why… Why don’t you let Melia use the [Medicine]?”

Lutora asked Malacia.

Not realizing that it was the beginning of the elaborate trap Malacia had set up.

“Lutora. You ought to know how dreadful Suimo is.”

Wiping the spit off his cheek, Malacia deeply gazed at Lutora.

“I know it…! But wasn’t Suimo made for the Dragon Priestesses in the first place?”

“Yes, that is true.”

“Then why can’t Melia use it…? Melia is the Dragon Priestess now!”

“It is exactly because it is a powerful medicine! Won’t Lady Melia become Sir Sigurd’s wife in the future?”

At Malacia’s inconceivable shout, Lutora opened his eyes wide, at a loss for words.

“Certainly, Suimo shows strong tranquilizing and analgesic effects. But due to the strength of those effects, there is a possibility of it eating into the body’s health and potential. These effects manifest in different ways in different people. As a result, it is difficult to judge an optimal dose. Therefore, I decided not to give Lady Melia Suimo on my own judgment. If she can endure the pain for half a year, at the very least, she won’t lose her life.”


“A medicine… that will… give me relief…?”

Nestled in Lutora’s arms, Melia, who heard the story, looked at Malacia with her dull eyes and reached out her arms towards him.

“Give… me.”


“Quick, give it… to me. Quickly.”

“Lady Melia, we cannot do that. Suimo is…”

“Shut up! I’m telling you, give it to me! Quick! Fucking idiots!”



As she leaned against Lutora, Melia raised her heel high and struck Malacia hard in his sides. Giving a sidelong glance to the groaning Malacia, she brushed aside Lutora’s arm and threw herself onto the bed, with a canopy, roughly. From the basket placed on the side table, she grabbed a ripe peach and squeezed it.

“Hurry up… and do… the preparations. If you don’t, your precious subordinates might meet this fate…!”

Grumbling, she dug her nails into the white peach.

The flesh escaped through the gaps in the torn thick skin; a sweet scent wafted through the room.

“Hiss! ”

Lutora hoisted up the paling Malacia who was holding his stomach from the back and dragged him out of the room. Vulgar laughter sounded again in the room. Along with it, the sound of something being hit filled his eardrums. Crouching with his back against the walls of the corridor, he began trembling.

When a person felt strong pain and agony, their true nature surfaced.

Her true character hidden underneath her brilliant smile was by no means beautiful.



“Lutora… I’m sorry.”

Sidling up to Lutora, Malacia hung his head. His face was still pallid.

“Why are you apologizing?”

The one who was threatened was Malacia.

Even if Lutora said that, Malacia remained silent and shook his head.

“I prohibited the administration of Suimo to Lady Melia, thinking that it was for the best. But because of that, she showed you such a state today. Your worst self isn’t something you can show to any random person. To say nothing of a friend that you trust.”


“I’m truly sorry to both you and Lady Melia…”

As he lightly bit his lips, he somehow seemed powerless.

Peeling off his shell, what lay beneath the calm and collected Head Priest, who always gave a lecture, was a weak and weary man.


Before he realized it, Lutora reached out his hand and put it round Malacia’s back.

As he drew closer, he noticed that the body hidden underneath the loose dalmatic robes1 was thinner than his expectations.


A small voice full of confusion sounded out.

Lutora hadn’t yet forgiven him.

It was an unmistakable truth that the medicine that this man, Malacia, had spread, killed his loved one.

But that person… his beloved Fiona, couldn’t have possibly taken the leftover Suimo in the house, could she?

Objectively thinking, Fiona, who was sixteen at that time, should not have the money to buy the expensive Suimo.

It was most probably secretly acquired by her family for the sake of her uncle, who suffered from an incurable disease.

He did not know what the reason was.

Fiona may have self-medicated, taken the wrong dose by herself, and died.

And now in front of his eyes; a close friend of his,the younger sister of the one who awoke his slumbering love, was suffering.

If that is so, he would bear the [Sin].



Hearing the reply of the one right beside his face.

Whispering, Lutora made a request.

“Please give Melia, Suimo. I beg of you.”

Author’s Notes:

Oh-oh (^ω^三^ω^)

Did I surprise you…!?

Is. This. Perhaps!

A B and L starting with a Lutora X Malacia (kinda development)…!

Huh, you saw through it?(。・ω・。)

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The Show Must Go On 14

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The Shrine

Mornings in the Shrine began early.

Lutora woke up to the faint and distant sounds of hymns, slowly sitting up in the darkness of his room. Accompanying Lutora’s stirrings were small arms and legs stretched unreservedly across his supple, muscular shoulders, and abdomen tumbled onto the sheets.

“…The brats slept here again.”

Uncaring about Lutora’s muttering, the children who had cheekily trespassed in the middle of the night continued sleeping soundly.

Half a month had passed since Lutora started sleeping in the Shrine. Lutora had arrived with the firm belief that he was intruding on enemy territory, but contrary to expectations, Head Priest Malacia welcomed him with a smile and didn’t treat him badly. He even introduced him to the Temple Knights and priests, conscientiously explaining about his stay.

As the Head Priest, Malacia’s days were busy. They began with morning prayers, followed by a breakfast of bland soup with bread, then listening to the confessions by shrine visitors and giving advice to their problems. His lunch would be wild vegetable stew, after which he would head to the shrine’s orphanage, where he would teach the children to read, write and count. In the evening, he would meet with the nobles who, avoiding public notice, snuck into the shrine. When they were gone, he would then have a late dinner followed by a bath. After all that, he would handle all operational matters within the Shrine, then make his prayers in bed before sleeping late at night.

The same routine– rinse and repeat.

After several days of working together, Lutora had lost most of his malice. Malacia soon requested him with a smile one couldn’t refuse, saying, “It’s a good opportunity to teach the children swordplay”. Before Lutora could protest, Malacia introduced Lutora to the children, “This is Lutora, a member of the Royal Knights, who has been staying in the Shrine. He’s a very strong knight. If I recall, there were several of you who wanted to learn swordplay?”

Immediately, numerous small hands were raised, their owners staring in longing expectation at him, making Lutora unable to refuse as he wished.

While the Kingdom of Palcemith was affluent, there was still a disparity between the capital and countryside. Families struggling with poverty no doubt existed.

Children abandoned by their parents, children who had lost their guardians to one reason or another, children sold into slavery. The shrine accepted all the lucky children who managed to make it to the Shrine not minding their origins, or whether they were rich or poor,. However, the shrine was only allowed to raise the orphans until they were fifteen. If they didn’t, they wouldn’t be able to accept new children. Before that deadline, the children had to decide their future…be it to be adopted, enter the workforce, become an apprentice or re-enter slavery.

“The Temple Knights, unlike the Royal Knights, have a pitifully low military power. That’s why they could only act as guards of the Shrine. Political concerns prevent the Shrine from having too much military might. But the Temple Knights are largely orphans who never had formal training in swordplay, to begin with.”

There were more than twenty children who wished to learn swordplay. Lutora himself was young for a knight, and while he had vast experience in receiving training, he had next to none in instructing. Recalling the instruction he had received from his father Jolga since he was young, Lutora was contemplating how to gather the basic training equipment, when the equipment was donated by the Temple Knights.

“…We’re weak.”

Having learned of the swordplay lessons, the Temple Knights had gathered together their funds and managed to scrape together enough training equipment for the children to use. The Temple Knight representative who brought the equipment to Lutora, was a young lady, her face hidden under her conical sugarloaf helmet.

“All of us would have been long dead if we hadn’t been picked up by the Shrine. On top of that, I’m not that smart…and couldn’t get an apprenticeship with a merchant family. My features aren’t attractive, so I couldn’t get adopted. The only options left were to become a slave or a prostitute…That was when Lord Malacia appointed me as a Temple Knight.”

The other Temple Knights all had similar reasons for becoming knights, she said.

“To be able to receive training from a Royal Knight is the best. Unlike us, who are only knights in name, you’re a true Knight. If the children can become stronger, perhaps even the rat-tag Temple Knights might be able to be more active and successful. …Sir Lutora, please, we’re relying on you.”

Her sincere bow of gratitude shook Lutora’s conviction, who had simply vaguely followed in his father, the Knight Captain’s footsteps, to the core.

In the afternoon, while Malacia was giving lessons to the orphans, Lutora systematically taught the orphans who wished to learn swordsmanship.

Originally the cheerful mood maker even amongst the Knights, Lutora had a friendly aura despite being nobility. The orphans quickly warmed up to him and started following him around.

“Even so…they didn’t have to invade my bed too…”

It was a recent development. Every night, a few children would sneak into Lutora’s bed while he was asleep. As the eldest orphans left the shrine at fifteen, the eighteen-year-old knight Lutora’s physique was perhaps found dependable by the children. Still, even if there was no hostility, to not wake up even when his bed was being invaded brought Lutora some uneasiness at his sound sleeping.

After changing his clothes, he left his room and came across Malacia, who was moving after finishing his morning prayers.

“Lutora, good morning. …Did you receive a nightly visit again?”

Lutora had already lost the will to rebut the joke Malacia made while smiling.

“A group came…Thanks to that, I slept well and woke refreshed.”

“Fufu, that’s because of the children’s body warmth. …Lutora, today before noon, we’ll visit the Dragon Priestess’s room.”

It had been half a month since he came to stay at the shrine.

Lutora had requested a meeting with Melia countless times and was even willing to be accompanied, but Malacia had firmly rejected his requests.

Looking at Lutora’s immediate tense expression, Malacia continued speaking quietly.

“These few days, I’ve received reports that her condition is stable. However, any action that may be stimulating, or words that may upset her are forbidden. Also…The pain that the Dragon Priestess suffers cannot be put into words. Should Lady Melia hurl verbal abuse, it’s simply a product of the agony eating away at her. Please, do not slight Lady Melia for it.”

“…I understand.”

“Then first, let us have breakfast. We’ll head to the Dragon Priestess’s room after.”

Nodding back at Lutora’s obedient nods, Malacia left with a flip of the sleeve of his dalmatic robe. Lutora waited until he could no longer see Malacia in the corridor before he slipped his fingers into his uniform’s breast pocket and took out the small magic stone hidden within.

“…Can you hear me, Morino? I’m going to check on Melia’s situation now.”

He couldn’t hear any reply, but a small light blinked within the magic stone, so it should be functioning properly.

To be able to gather information within the Temple with its inviolable wards, Morino Swettso invented this tiny voice transmission device. The receiving device was set in the Royal Office and had the same structure as the eavesdropping magic stones set as decoration at visiting nobility’s tables at banquets. On the off chance the magic stone was discovered, there are plenty of knights who carry magic stones sent by their families or lovers as charms so it wouldn’t be suspicious.

“I will pull as much information as possible from both the imprisoned Melia as well as Malacia. Please carefully record it.”

Lutora grasped the magic stone he had entrusted his words to once before he returned it into his pocket.

As Lutora chased after Malacia who had disappeared down the corridor.

Two small pairs of eyes.

Trained on his back through the crack in the door.


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The Show Must Go On 13

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Adapting to Darkness

Ever since it’s founding 600 years prior, the Kingdom of Placemith had never encountered such a terrible crisis, and the Langrede war 400 years ago had cast a shadow over the country’s governance. Truth be told, the long-lasting peace had driven the Kingdom of Placemith into complacency.

The aftermath of the war was far more disastrous than anyone could have anticipated.

The roads that connected farmlands to various cities were destroyed, delaying the distribution of goods and leading to widespread looting. The country’s military was barely able to maintain domestic peace, let alone finish disposing of the trenches and temporary bases of enemy troops. Selfish merchants withheld provisions, pushing the price of a single bag of wheat within the capital to nearly 10 times the pre-war price. The royal family was unable to determine their priorities for the reconstruction, leading to haphazard efforts that proceeded based on the whims of the nobility. Despite nearly emptying the national treasury, their efforts at recovery brought no relief to the suffering citizens.

Understanding the severity of the situation, the reigning King, Migliore Gakach Palcemith. and his close friend, Prime Minister Okha Semz Asbal, engaged in a heated discussion for three days and three nights on the future management of the nation.

They concluded that a government relying on the assumption of good intentions should never have existed.

Such a country would have been beautiful— an ideal nation, but it was nothing more than an illusion the blessing of the dragon had shown. If the country was allowed to continue on such a course, in the near future, they would be brought to ruin.

Information was necessary. An understanding of the deep darkness that must exist in this peaceful kingdom was necessary.

…Thus, the two of them exchanged a secret pact.

…Thus, the pair made a secret vow.

[The children of Asbal shall carve loyalty into their hearts— unafraid of staining their pure hands red, they shall support Palcemith from within the shadows.

The children of Palcemith shall understand the pain that shackles the children of Asbal, and shall not question their devotion, only praising them in their hearts.

The children of Asbal shall be prepared for any situation. They shall keep enough gold in reserve to support both the royal family and citizens through four seasons.

The children of Palcemith shall rely on the Asbal family in times of emergency, and request aid from the family Head who serves as Prime Minister.

He who swears to stand in the darkness to protect the future of the kingdom, my dearest, closest friend,

Okha Semz Asbal, to you, I swear my eternal friendship.

Milliore Gakach Palcemith]

. “That’s… assuming this secret vow is even true.”

After Jolga reluctantly spoke, I answered in a flat tone.

“It’s the truth…The Asbal clan has heeded this pact for generations. We became familiar with the darkness of the country, always preferring the muddied water..”

This contract was actually something passed down within the Asbal family. It was secretly given by the king to the then-Prime Minister, who had decided to throw himself into the underbelly of society for the sake of the kingdom. It was prepared for the eventuality that the descendants of Asbal would one day need to proclaim their innocence.

That was how the Asbal family began to control the underworld after the Langrede war. In other words, about half of my actions were due to promises made by my ancestors. Of course, I believe some descendants simply preferred the darkness.

And regarding this contract—

In actuality, it had endured some editing of its “contents”.

The third and fourth lines of the contract had been added by His Grace Kharis at my request.

This parchment was signed using a method based on the [Atrizia] that Malacia showed Morino the other day as a base, and written as it was, in a mix of blood and magic, it was impossible to change the words.

In Morino’s route, there was also a case of forging a contract. It had happened when Nasha stepped down as Sacrificial Priestess on His Highness’s orders. Malacia had dispatched the temple knights to Nasha’s family, requesting the immediate return of the gold they had earned from selling Nasha. Through this, Nasha learned she had been sold by her own parents, and that when she was no longer the Sacrificial Priestess, her family was threatened to repay the money.

Morino had consoled the grieving Nasha and requested that His Grace Kharis help by altering the contract between Nasha’s parents and Head Priest Malacia.

…Even if the holy maiden steps down as Sacrificial Priestess, there is no obligation to repay any monetary offerings made to the priestess’s family…

With that single sentence added to the contract, they escaped from their predicament. This time, that demand for repayment was being conducted under the table, so as not to stand out. There hadn’t been any results as of yet, but I was looking forward to hearing about it in the future.

And with the addition of the third and fourth lines in this contract… I successfully created a plausible reason for all the money that had been illegally accumulated over the past generations.

Jolga understood the true meaning of that line, and his expression grew stiff.

“All in order to protect the citizens, as well as the royal family… Did you know, Knight Commander? The one who gave His Highness his name was not His Late Majesty, but rather myself. The night His Highness was born, His Late Majesty summoned me in secret to the castle, and allowed me to hold the newborn Highness.”

I lowered my gaze to look at my hands.

As if I was remembering what had been there— whom I had held in my arms.

“I was asked to name the prince, and so I named him Vikram, a name that means ‘bonds.’ However, no matter what, I couldn’t tell people that I had given His Highness his name. Even so, whenever the citizens extol His Highness’s name and look forward to his reign, my heart fills with pride.”

“…Lord Anderheim.”

“Now, none of that matters anymore.”

I took the holder from Jolga’s hands, put the contract back in its place, and then closed the cover and handed it back to Jolga. Assuming my intentions, Jolga looked me in the eyes, as if to confirm his reasoning.

“…Is this alright?”

“I don’t mind, take it with you. If you pass it to the new Prime Minister or his aides, they can confirm its legitimacy.”

“Did you not think that there’s a possibility I might somehow dispose of such important evidence?”

“…Hah. I’ve never once thought the irreproachable, personification of virtue, the great Knight Commander, would engage in such foolish behavior.”

“You have my thanks.”

I tried provoking him with arms wide, but he just obediently bowed his head. How uninteresting.

“I shall return to the castle first, and have the contract I have borrowed from His Excellency looked over. Sigurd, as planned, you will assume your position as Lady Julieta’s guard.”


“Oh, Knight Commander. Wait one moment.”

I returned to the office next door and took the stack of documents left on the desk. When I returned to the center room, I handed it over to the waiting Jolga.

“According to my predictions, the situation will become volatile soon .”


“Didn’t you just read the contract, Knight Commander? The Asbal family stood within the darkness, and using its influence, pacified those who lived in the underworld.”

“In other words, we had served as a stopper. Now that the knowledge that I’m no longer in power has spread, I’ve made some rough predictions about how they will move. You’ll need to take more specific measures; you should activate the knights immediately.”

The “rough predictions” were on the documents I handed over.

Now, if only they would rampage well.

“…You have my gratitude. Please excuse me.”

“You don’t need to speak like that anymore.”

I protested the formal address, but Jolga simply replied with a slight smile and headed swiftly to the stairs leading above ground, carrying the documents and the leather case.



“Sigurd, Julieta will awake soon.”

When I raised my voice, Sigurd, who had been looking down, slowly raised his head and bit his lips when our gazes met.


His gaze was full of distress and hesitation, sincerely requesting answers to countless questions.

“…We’ll talk more later. For now, concentrate on protecting Julieta, Sigurd.”


I patted Sigurd’s shoulder gently while he hung his hand, and left the basement after urging Thomas ahead of me.

That’s right, we should continue our conversation next time.

When regaling such a mockery of a tale.

It was only interesting if there was a large audience, after all.

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The Show Must Go On 12


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In the Basement

Built around 400 years ago, the Asbal family’s mansion boasted of an expansive basement, and from then on the mansion was known as the “The Prime Minister’s House.” The treasury under the mansion hid the vast fortune the Asbal family had amassed over many generations. Moreover, the wealth was all in the form of gold bars that were both easy to carry and did not depreciate in value.

In the game’s original story, the heroine received Thomas’s help, and, accompanied by Sigurd, opened the gates to the treasury… There was even a scene showing their dumbstruck reaction upon seeing the golden light emitted from the overflowing wealth included in the game.

And now, that very basement was the one I was leading them to.

“Sigurd. This mansion was built 400 years ago. Do you know what was happening in the Palcemith Kingdom at the time?”

As I went down the stairs leading to the basement with a candlestick in hand, I asked Sigurd a question. He thought for a moment and then answered, “The Langede war.. His answer was completely correct.

“You’re right. The Palcemith Kingdom is protected by His Grace Kharis’ blessings. Blessed with a mild climate, we never get plagues and our harvests are abundant too. However, our neighbors who did not get the same blessings could not stomach that. The kingdom of Langede to the west of Palcemith was in particularly dire straits.”

“Four hundred years ago, it was hit by a severe snap. Crops throughout the continent were damaged by the chill, and food supplies ran short. Records state that around a third of Langede’s population died at that time.”

.Jolga continued from where I left off, and I nodded.

“The impoverished Langede was left with no options. Of course, after the damage to their crops, Langede received aid from Palcemith. But as Jolga said, that year, all of the Yugena continent had been hit by the massive cold spell. Langede wasn’t the only impoverished nation, other countries were affected as well. We couldn’t show Legande any favor. As a result, Langede was driven to the point where they had no way to survive other than taking over Palcemith.”

“And so they waged war against the Palcemith Kingdom. It’s a famous tale. Even I know of it.”

“In terms of national power, Palcemith was superior in all aspects. We predicted the war would be a walk in the park. But as the war waged, the results weren’t what we expected.”

“…For the enemy, it was life or death.”

Jolga muttered under his breath.

“That’s right. They had no means other than that to survive… the soldiers of Langede, driven to such a point, were frighteningly powerful. Eventually, the superior Palcemith did emerge victorious, and we expanded our territory by annexing Langede. But the scars from the battle ran deep.”

This history was something every child in Palcemith knew. In the thousand-year history of Palcemith, this war had been the hardest fought. Though Palcemith has had constant disputes with countries other than Langede, this was the only one to shake the country.

While conversing, we reached the basement.

I took the master key from Thomas and handed the candlestick to Jolga. I flipped the lock over so Sigurd could see the way I unlocked the door, teaching him the order in which to insert the key into the three keyholes as I showed him the angle each needed to be turned to.

“This lock is of a special make. If one attempts to open it with anything other than the master key, the keyholes themselves will close. It’s the same if you mess up the sequence. Thomas, Sigurd, watch carefully.”

“As you will.”


After receiving an affirmation from the pair, I opened the doors to the basement.


“…This is…the basement.”

“It’s wide…”

The first thing to greet their sight was a space that could be called the entrance to the basement. It was a square room furnished with a two-seater sofa and a table. Other than the door that led us in, there was a door each on the other three walls. I urged Sigurd to open the doors in a counterclockwise direction one by one, starting with the one on my right, and check inside each one.

Behind the first door was a wide, open space with three double beds covered in white sheets.

“It’s a bedroom that can be used as a temporary resting place in case of emergencies. If you head further inside that room, you’ll find a path that connects to the underground passage of the royal family that runs under the capital. It’s to be used should we ever need to shelter the royal family.”

“…Has it ever been really used?”

“Not in my generation. It has happened many times in the past though.”

Next was the one on its left, opposite the door we entered through. It was an office with a colonial-style desk and a shelf on one wall filled with documents.

“This place stores nearly all records of the Asbal family ever since we took residence in this place. Needless to say, that includes the current generation. Even if the mansion above were to burn to the ground, it wouldn’t affect anything here. …Thomas.”

“Yes, Master.”

I immediately turned my focus to a specific section of documents and called out to Thomas. I removed a document from the shelf and handed it over to Thomas.

“Master, this is…?”

“An external evaluation of all the employees currently working at the Asbal mansion and their work ethic. The evaluation was given by a mediator acting as a guest. Using this, calculate the severance pay for all employees. In addition, gather the requests of all who wish to work at other residences. I will write letters of recommendation for them.

“…S-Severance pay?”

“That’s right. I have already resigned as the Prime Minister and will leave the residence before long. I’m truly sorry, but the employees will have to be dismissed temporarily. Depending on the views of Sigurd and Prime Minister Morino, they might be able to continue their work. Please convey this to them.

“…I understand.”

Inside, I had also nonchalantly left records of my injustices— heavily taxing the citizens and squeezing every last pie out of them. Morino would surely search for the records. The problem was what lay beyond the final door.

“Sigurd, the last door.”

Pushing Sigurd’s back, I made him open the last door to the left of the office.

In there.


“This is…”


Each of the three expressed their shock differently.

The luster of gold shone before their eyes. In a nearly 160 square foot room, a mountain of gold bars filled nearly half the room. Though they were all speechless, Jolga was clumsily glaring at me, arms crossed, while I gazed about the room. As expected of the Knight Commander, despite his turmoil, he still managed to take action.

“Lord Anderheim… could you please explain what this is?”

It was plain to see the amount was something a person could possess using legal means.

No matter how many generations of Prime Ministers served the kingdom, building up such a fortune was a Herculean task.

That is, even if one engages in malpractices. As long as one stayed within the bounds of the law, of course.

“It is just as you see, Knight Commander.”

That was why I smirked.

In the midst of their confusion, it was time to crush their belief that their victory was close at hand.

…Did they really think the conversation we’d had along the way was pointless?

“Father, what is this? Such fortune has never been recorded by the family.”

At Sigurd’s persistence, I shrugged my shoulders and replied.

“That’s obvious.”

“…What, so shamelessly…?”

Turning to Sigurd, who was raising his voice in anger, I sighed.

“I’m saying that it’s obvious that there are no records, my stupid son… Well, you won’t get it even if I explain it.”

In a corner of the room buried in gold bars, I stood in front of a small safe. I bit my fingertip and then placed my hand on the dial-style key. The door used a lock that opened by identifying blood, a technique lost to the ages. Only those who possessed the blood of the Asbal family could open it.

…Sigurd could not possibly open this.

From inside the safe, I took out a signed sheet, carefully placed in a faded holder.

The leather holder preserving the paper was made using cordovan1 and had the feel of an ancient relic. I handed over the holder without opening it to Jolga. As he suspiciously ran his eyes over what was written within, his face changed color.

“…You understand, right, Knight Commander?”

The meaning of the contract written in it.

“None of the gold here belongs to my… the Asbal family. It is of the Royal Family.”



I gave an additional blow to the shocked Sigurd and Thomas.

I continued to speak.

“Everything was decided four hundred years ago. The Asbal family—the descendants of Sage Asbal, besides containing the curse in their bodies, also were obligated to serve as the Palcemith Kingdom’s [shadow]. These were the orders of the then-king, Migliore Gakach Palcemith.”

The best lies were the ones that had a grain of truth in them.

Hasr: Some foreshadowing here, let’s see if you know what I’m talking about~

I’d really appreciate it if you could leave some positive reviews for this series. We’re quickly reaching the point where things get dark…

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The Show Must Go On 11

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The Elderly Butler, Thomas

After loading Julieta’s trunk full of personal items onto the baggage area, I climbed onto the horse carriage alongside her. As she held onto a bouquet given to her by the ladies-in-waiting, we departed for the Asbal mansion.

The Asbal mansion was located a certain distance from the royal castle, within the capital’s residential area for upper-class nobility.

As Prime Minister, it might have been better to set up residence in the castle’s vicinity, however, the basement located under the Asbal mansion had also served as an emergency shelter for royalty in the past. As such, this was the better option.

When the gates to the mansion came into view, the coachman called out to me, “My lord, it looks like there are guests”.

I slid a finger through the gap between the window curtains and opened them to look outside. Standing before the mansion’s entrance was the butler, Thomas, my son Sigurd, and the Knight Commander, Jolga.

“Again, exactly as expected.”

“…Father, who are the guests?”

“It’s Sigurd and the Knight Commander. Julieta, it’s been a while, so feel free to act spoiled around your brother.”

“Oh my.”

Julieta embraced her bouquet, as the sound of her giggles comforted my heart, the carriage arrived at the mansion’s entrance. Thomas opened the carriage doors, dipping into a bow and offered a “Welcome home, my lord”. I generously nodded in return and reached out a hand to Julieta before Thomas did. As Julieta descended from the carriage, half-carried in my arms, Sigurd looked on with a slight knit to his brows. This was the lady he had had a hand in pushing into hell. The enemy of Nasha, for whom he harbored feelings he could never voice… However estranged they might be, Julieta was still his sister. Was it possible he was already starting to feel some guilt? Such naivety would only bring him regret in the future.

“Lady Julieta, welcome back.”

“Thank you, Thomas. I’m home.”

Thomas’s expression faltered for a brief moment at Julieta’s kind reply. However, as expected of a butler serving the Asbal family since the previous generation, he regained his calm demeanor in an instant. After ordering the footmen to bring in the luggage, he smiled gently at Julieta.

“Milady, you must be tired. Your room has been prepared, would you like to take a rest first?”

“Is that so? …In that case, I shall heed your suggestion. Father, may I be excused?”

“Yes, go ahead. After all, I seem to have guests.”


As I gave a low chuckle, the two men stared at me and their expressions soured. It seemed like the three of them hadn’t been able to come to an agreement before our carriage arrived. 

The elderly butler, Thomas. He was the Head Butler of the Asbal family and also a supporting character in the route belonging to Sigurd, the Prime Minister’s Heir, as well as the route of the hidden capture target, the Knight Captain Jolga, who appeared only after capturing Sigurd.

Thomas lamented at the suffering of the commoners under the Asbal family’s heavy taxations. Though he had reported them countless times to both the previous lord and Prime Minister Anderheim, every time his reports were ruthlessly dismissed.

In despair, Thomas lent his aid to Sigurd, who had been troubled by his relationship with his father, and helped him enter the Knights’ squad. Thus, after Sigurd built a close friendship with the Crown Prince and stood on the side built around Sacrificial Priestess Nasha, opposing his father, Thomas became the spy that leaked the Asbal family’s movements to the Crown Prince’s faction.

…He was such a convenient existence.

That was, of course, to [me].

After seeing Julieta and her attendant off, I invited Sigurd and Jolga in and headed to the parlor with a fireplace.

As soon as he sat on the leather sofa opposite me, Jolga immediately requested to appoint Sigurd as Julieta’s escort. On paper, it was to guard and observe the recuperating Julieta. In truth, their aim was probably to keep an eye on me and to search the grounds.

“Julieta and I are fine with it, but what about you? Even if it’s just for show, aren’t you part of the Knight Guards attached to His Highness, the Crown Prince?”

In other words, he was the head guard.

“Under His Highness orders, I have temporarily withdrawn from the Knight Guards and am now part of the Royal Knights again. There is no cause for concern.”

“I see, that’s fine. In that case, properly protect Julieta. I’ll say this first… Julieta is far weaker than you may think. Take care of her.”

“…I understand.”

I waited for Sigurd’s acknowledgment, and then called over Thomas who had been standing in a corner of the room.

“Thomas, I’ll leave this to you.”

The necklace that I held out to Thomas held a single key with the Asbal crest engraved on it. Jolga was confused by the sight, but the expressions of Thomas and Sigurd, who knew what it was, changed in an instant.

“Lord Anderheim, that is…?”

“…It’s a key.”

“I can tell that much at a glance.”

“…Sir Jolga. This is the master key for the mansion.”


The mansion’s master key, as the name suggested, was held only by the master. With that single key, entry was possible into any place within the mansion. That included even the room that Morin wished to investigate—the Asbal family’s secret basement.

Ignoring Jolga who had frozen in shock, I tossed the master key in Thomas’s direction.

“This is a good opportunity, Sigurd. When Julieta is resting in her room, you should spend your time learning how to manage the fiefdom. Thomas, I’ll allow your usage of the key. Gather the necessary materials and guide him.”


Sigurd’s foolish voice reached my ears. Despite being my son, he certainly showed his surprise too easily.

“What do you mean by ‘huh?’. In the near future, I will leave this mansion. After all, this mansion has to be handed over to the current Prime Minister. At that time, I will step down as the fief lord. That position will then be handed to you.”

“…Don’t just decide this on your own!”

“Lord Anderheim, regardless of circumstances, this is absurd. For close to ten years no, Sigurd has barely even set foot near Asbal lands. As such, even if you tell him to become the lord, he will just be lost.”

I sneered at Jolga’s words.

“Such ironic words coming from the source of this issue? Isn’t that right, Sir Knight Commander?”


“…To make things clear, I never had any intention to make you lord after me. However, the situation has changed. I no longer have the time to wait and groom a successor. And I didn’t say that you have to continue being the lord forever. When the situation has calmed down, you can decide to do anything, be it returning the territory to the country or donating it to the church, or even appointing another lord.”

“…What are you scheming?”

“I have no such plans… I’m simply tired.”

I let out a huge sigh.

I leaned back against the sofa and looked up with uncertain eyes at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

“For the sake of the royal family? For the subjects? I no longer wish to suffer for such ridiculous reasons. It’s not worth my beloved Julieta being treated so horribly.”


“…That’s blasphemy, Lord Anderheim.”

“Report it to His Highness if you wish. In any case, it doesn’t matter to me.”


I lowered my gaze from the ceiling and let it wander until Thomas, standing motionlessly with the master key in hand, entered my sight.

In Sigurd’s route, Thomas would find a chance to steal the master key and find evidence of illegal doings in the basement that only Anderheim could enter. In Jolga’s route, the master key played a key role in discovering decisive evidence for a certain secret between Anderheim’s first wife—Sigurd’s mother— who was also Jolga’s former fiancee, Yurikano and Jolga.

In either route, it was a tool that Thomas had to go to great effort to obtain.

Yet, it was suddenly handed to him. Undoubtedly, he has been must be feeling bewildered.

Now then…It was about time to execute the plan.

“…Ah yes. First, I should teach you how to enter the basement.”

Thomas stiffened even further while Jolga and Sigurd exchanged incredulous looks of disbelief. To Morin and the others, they had predicted there would records of illegality hidden in the Asbal family’s mansion. And yet, I was inviting them in so matter-of-factly. As my actions were far from their expectations, they didn’t know how to react.

“Even with the master key, the door to the basement requires a certain technique to open. After all, the lock is a bit tricky. I’ll show you on location, come, follow me.”

There were no objections to my suggestion.

I grabbed the candlestick that was sat on top of the fireplace and led the three of them towards the staircase to the basement.

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