The Prince Is Dead, So Let’s Start Over Everything Again! - Chapter 1.5

‘More importantly, it seems about time for the 3rd Prince to arrive……’

No sooner had I thought about the 3rd Prince than the band stopped playing.

Indeed. Even a supporting protagonist is still a protagonist, it seems.

The faint tension began to spread in the space where soft chamber music had been playing until just moments ago.

Even the guests who had been sneaking glances at me with surprised eyes turned their heads to look at the entrance of the hall.

Soon, the tightly closed doors of the banquet hall opened.

The attendant guarding the door shouted loudly.

“His Highness the 3rd Prince of the Great Letitia, Saphirus Aiden Detemir, is entering!”

Hmm, so it wasn’t bla-something Prince.

I clearly stored the sub-male lead’s name, which I had forgotten until now, in my mind.

During the day, I had only glimpsed him from a great distance, so it didn’t feel real, but Satirus Aiden Etete… um, it’s too long.

The prince with Sahires something was a tiny little thing, belying his lengthy name.

Sachi… what was it again? Anyway, this novel has a problem with unnecessarily long and difficult names for the main characters!

In any case, the 3rd Prince entered the banquet hall carefully, one step at a time, with tension evident on his face.

He too seemed to be new to banquets.

‘No, that can’t be. Despite appearances, he’s of royal birth, how could that be possible?’

The 3rd Prince’s steps were so slow that all sorts of random thoughts filled my mind.

However, no one in the hall seemed to be annoyed by it.

The reason was clear without having to ask.

The 3rd Prince’s appearance was so lovable that it was almost pitiful!

Although I had seen many children over several lifetimes, I had never seen a child as pretty as the 3rd Prince.

He looked like a fairy who had lost its way in the forest and accidentally wandered into the human world.

Everyone in the hall was surely fighting the inner desire to pat that little chestnut-like head.

Of course, no one actually acted on it.

If they gave in to a moment’s temptation, they’d be arrested for blasphemy.

The 3rd Prince, who had been diligently staring at the ground while walking, finally seemed to gather courage and suddenly raised his head.

And as if by great coincidence, our eyes met.

The 3rd Prince, like the other children before him, opened his adorable eyes wide and then-

“Your Highness! Are you alright!”

He fell backward in an instant.

What’s with him……

I thought he was supposed to be so brilliant that the entire empire praised him. Was it all just baseless rumors?

I wanted to ask Countess Lulupel about the truth of the rumors she had been praising to high heaven.

No, I know my appearance is quite something, but it’s rude to be that shocked at the sight of a person!

Even a professional adult can sometimes get hurt feelings!

The 3rd Prince, seemingly embarrassed by his loss of composure, got up with his ears flushed red.

Watching him, I felt the tension in my tightly closed lips slowly easing.

……He is undeniably cute.

The 3rd Prince was like a newly hatched chick.

Although he didn’t seem as brilliant as the rumors that had spread even beyond the imperial palace suggested, he was certainly as lovely as they said.

Admirably, he got up without crying and scurried to find his place.

Standing in the center of the banquet hall, the 3rd Prince recited what seemed to be a prepared greeting in a clear pronunciation.

“Greetings. I am Saphirus Detemir, the 3rd Prince of the Great Letitia. I have been honored to visit Rudbeckia by the command of His Majesty the Emperor.”

His voice was clear and crisp, befitting a child.

I thought so this is what they mean by a voice like pearls rolling on a silver tray.

“Although I am still young and may have many shortcomings, I hope you will follow me well as loyal subjects of the empire.”

The 3rd Prince, who had been speaking eloquently, soon concluded his greeting with a concise sentence.

The nobles, who had been staring at the 3rd Prince as if enchanted, belatedly applauded.

‘He certainly captures attention in many ways……’

As the nobles’ applause gradually died down, the first dance music began to play.

Since the 3rd Prince was still too young to dance, Count and Countess Lulupel danced first.

I watched the 3rd Prince while nibbling on the refreshments provided at the banquet.

Contrary to the somewhat lacking first impression, the 3rd Prince was handling the nobles quite skillfully.

But whenever our eyes met, he would freeze like a malfunctioning robot.

By this point, I was starting to feel sorry for him.

‘Right, to children’s eyes, my current appearance might be scary enough to appear in nightmares.’

They might make a fuss about a genius of the century being born or something.

Hariella was too pretty to do something that would stand out. This was truly a big problem.

“…Um, Miss Lulupel!”

As I was pondering whether to eat a chocolate chip muffin or a lemon scone next, someone unexpectedly called out to me.

When I turned my head, I saw the platinum-haired boy whose eyes had met mine earlier.

“Hello. May I ask your name?”

“Ah! I’m sorry! It’s Levin!”

“I see. …And which family are you from?”

“Ah! As I humbly serve in the clergy, I don’t have a family name!”

“Ah, so you’re a priest…”

Upon hearing the word priest, I felt as if a holy aura was emanating from the boy’s white hair.

However, the impression of an innocent rabbit was slightly stronger.

Hmm, he’s quite cute too, though not as much as the 3rd Prince.

The boy looked like a snow rabbit that had come down to observe a human village.

In terms of cuteness alone, he’d score 120 out of 100.

This country has a bright future.

“…So, what business do you have with me?”

But that’s that and this is this!

Earlier you looked at me with such disgust, why are you acting friendly now?

Like a professional adult, I hid my true thoughts and asked about his business in a kind tone.

“Ah! Well…”

The boy was extremely shy and didn’t know what to do. Then he subtly took my hand.

“Actually, I sense a familiar aura from Miss Lulupel!”

“Pardon?”

“A special aura that can only be felt from those blessed by the main god Ra…”

“What? (Inc.) Shinra?”

Could it be this world’s version of a third-generation chaebol?

“Ah, no, the main god Ra…”

What’s this? Was it “Do you believe in the Way”? What kind of novel has cultists in it too?

I took half a step back from the boy with a wary look.

My mom told me not to get involved with cultists if I could help it.

The boy was very flustered by my suspicious attitude towards him.

It seemed he had never experienced this kind of cold treatment before.