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The capital was in an uproar.

First, the imperial palace burning down was enough to cause a commotion, but then the fact that the emperor had conducted human experiments on members of the imperial family was also revealed.

Suspicions like ‘It wasn’t that they lost their golden eyes, but that they never had true golden eyes to begin with’ were commonplace.

Rumors spread that the emperor wasn’t actually of Herta blood, or that the real emperor was already dead and a servant who resembled him was acting in his place. All sorts of malicious and dirty rumors clung to the emperor.

The situation wasn’t much better for other imperial family members. After all, it was true that they had lost their golden eyes.

The golden eyes passed down from the founding Herta had disappeared, and not a single raindrop was allowed to fall on the burning palace.

The truth that mere raindrops broke soldiers’ weap*ns, and that the founding Herta’s tomb sank entirely to become a lake, was now spreading beyond the capital throughout the entire empire. Not to mention the rumors of unknown origin mixed in.

The Herta imperial family had lost its authority.

Their wealth and military forces remained intact, but no one believed the imperial family’s power was the same as before.

Military cities under imperial control were already being occupied one by one by nearby great nobles, and the capital’s soldiers, who had experienced their weap*ns shattering on the day the palace burned, refused to obey the emperor’s orders.

To resolve this crisis, the emperor offered to take full responsibility and abdicate, but the nobles rebelled, saying that wasn’t enough.

After several incidents that nearly triggered civil war, and mysterious individuals somehow cleaning up those incidents for a year, the emperor finally stepped down, and the second prince Rasiel became emperor.

And to ensure the new emperor wouldn’t become like his predecessor, nine “regents” were established to monitor him.

In reality, the emperor could no longer do anything as emperor. All decisions had to be discussed with the regents.

The reason Herta was still the imperial family was simply because the regent families hadn’t finished agreeing on how to distribute power.

Once that agreement was complete, the current emperor would likely be pulled down.

Knowing this, Rasiel rushed about trying to win over the regent families to somehow maintain his throne.

The young lady of Marquis Moreta, who had become the heir to one of the regent families, scoffed and rejected the new emperor’s marriage proposal.

If he were breathtakingly handsome, perhaps she would reconsider. It wasn’t a proposal worth contemplating.

She sighed deeply, recalling the most handsome boy she had ever seen in her life.

“…I wonder what that pretty boy who pretended to be a prince is doing now?”

***

In a city at the empire’s border where the checkpoint to Basilinte was located, there had been rapid expansion over the past year.

Setting aside the empire’s chaos, the main reason was that Basilinte had emerged from the ruins.

Naturally, when people become more comfortable, they desire more than just basic necessities. Shrewd merchants quickly established trade routes to Basilinte.

As a result, all sorts of people flocked to the checkpoint city, and in its back alleys, a small theater troupe had established itself.

A very small troupe with the sign ‘Borba Siblings Troupe.’

“Isn’t that name too obvious, Luka?”

“Your master suggested ‘Cute Baby Droplet Troupe’ in her letter, Leti. Would you prefer that instead?”

“…I think the current name is wonderful.”

Having established the troupe, Luka enthusiastically set about organizing it and gathered people from various places.

And while Luka worked outside, Leticia played in his office.

“You’re the acting troupe leader. If someone comes looking, at least you should be here to mind the place.”

“Hmm. That’s not wrong, brother. But I think when I’m in the office, no one should come…”

Tan, who refused to go home and stuck to Leticia like glue, acting as her guard dog, usually played at Leticia’s feet and barked whenever someone approached.

“In that case, firmly show your owner’s authority by saying, ‘Sit. Don’t bark.'”

“Tan is a person, brother. Obviously, I’m not his owner.”

“Then tell him to go back to his real owner. Everyone else went home. Why is this young master still here?”

The Basilinte family had returned to the Grand Duchy.

Except for Tan, who was left behind under the pretext of protecting Leticia.

Of course, Chamuka, who was forced to return as the Grand Duke’s heir, would barge into the troupe office at random times, trample on Tan, and leave.

Luka was genuinely curious how Chamuka could travel so frequently between the Basilinte main castle and the empire’s border.

Was he actually not a two-legged human but a four-legged horse?

It was a mysteriously impossible speed of movement for a human.

Meanwhile, Leticia, whom Chamuka visited so often, didn’t particularly question his frequent appearances.

She had come to treat it as just another element of daily life.

After about a year of this routine,

Luka entered the increasingly well-established troupe office and dropped an armful of scripts in front of Leticia with a thud.

“Here are the scripts. It’s time to choose our first production.”

Leticia frowned at the excessive quantity.

Tan, sitting at Leticia’s feet, picked up one script curiously and flipped through it.

“Isn’t this overstepping, brother? Are these roles really recommendations for me? Or did you just gather these to give me any position on stage?”

“What are you talking about? This is all because of your face.”

Luka scolded her, treating her words like complete nonsense.

Echoing Luka’s sentiment, Tan, who was browsing through the scripts, said.

“It really does seem to be just because of your face. All the marked roles, whether lead or supporting, are like ‘a beauty that appears once in a thousand years,’ ‘a beauty so stunning you might go blind upon seeing her,’ all like that. ‘A novice playboy whose face is his only credibility’? What’s this now?”

Tan made an ‘ugh’ sound and looked up at Leticia from the script.

“Don’t do this one. The very first scene has you kissing your co-star. Such indecent things shouldn’t be put on stage in the first place.”

“What? There’s such a role mixed in?”

Luka was surprised and snatched the script from Tan’s hand.

Though it wasn’t obvious because he was among others who were excessively protective of Leticia, Luka was equally overprotective of his only sister.

“This one’s discarded, Leti.”

“You should have checked beforehand. You call yourself the troupe leader, but can’t properly review scripts for your star actress?”

“We haven’t even put on our first production yet, what’s this about a star actress suddenly…”

Chamuka suddenly entered the chaotic office. No one was surprised.

“Lord Chamuka, you’re here?”

Chamuka completely ignored Luka and Tan, greeting only Leticia with his eyes. Then he grabbed Tan, who was sitting at Leticia’s feet, by the neck, casually threw him into a corner of the office, and sat down beside Leticia.

This was Chamuka’s routine office visit that everyone in the office had grown accustomed to.

“What were you doing, Leti?”

“I was choosing a script.”

Leticia, after quickly checking that Tan was unharmed, turned to Luka and said.

“Brother. Don’t discard things I haven’t even read yet. Give it here quickly.”

“Give what? You’re forbidden from doing anything more than holding hands with other actors on stage.”

“Are you joking?”

“Not at all. I’m serious, Leti. And in my opinion, this role really doesn’t suit you. How would you play a Playboy? You’ve never even dated anyone.”

Leticia’s eyes grew increasingly fierce, but Luka didn’t stop talking.

Chamuka nodded in satisfaction at Luka’s words.

“Kissing, what nonsense. Such roles are a hundred years too early for you.”

Irritated, Leticia grabbed Chamuka’s collar beside her. Following Leticia’s gesture, Chamuka was pulled forward, and her lips briefly touched his before pulling away.

“Is that enough now?”

“….”

“….”

Everyone in the office froze.

Chamuka wasn’t even breathing. His face, rapidly turning red to the tips of his hair, looked like it might explode at any moment.

A terribly awkward silence pressed down on the office.

“Leti, what about me? What about me?!”

Chamuka’s fist moved first in response to Tan’s cry as he ran over.

Grabbing the fallen Tan by the neck, Chamuka dragged him outside, his steps unsteady in what appeared to be a hasty retreat.

Luka stood with his mouth open, stunned by the shocking event that had unfolded before his eyes.

Meanwhile, Leticia spoke as if nothing had happened.

“Now, give me the script quickly.”

Her expression was calm, but Luka wasn’t fooled. Her ears were bright red as she spoke.

Those brothers who just left are now banned from approaching Leticia.

Luka firmly resolved to keep his precious only sister close to him for the next hundred years or so.

It didn’t matter to Luka that Leticia was the one who had caused the incident.

En Travesti – I Became a Fake Prince Main Story End