novelraw Chapter 152 : Chapter 152
Chapter 152 : Chapter 152
Chapter 152: The Dethroned Prince (4)
“An Enverque who has come of age lives in the Main temple of the Church. Half a year at the shortest, one year at the longest. It is the period of offering sacrifices to the Sun and Moon.”
For the half-mad Bahav, his madness was convenient for him.
He seemed capable of being serious when the matter was grave.
Perhaps Bahav was less mad than I thought.
‘Maybe not even half.’
Even that might be an act.
Only Bahav himself knew how truly mad he was.
“I was there for three months. That dog, fuck.”
An Enverque who has come of age lives in the Main temple of the Church.
The public calls it devotion.
The period during which the Enverque, born from a miracle, thanks the Sun and Moon for their conception.
Some call it a humiliation.
Claiming it is proof that the great Empire, the Enverque, bowed its head to the Church.
Harad thought it was the latter.
It was a custom that hadn’t been around for very long.
“It was surprisingly a pleasant life. You might not know, but I was quite a magnanimous Crown Prince.”
Up until then, Bahav was the Crown Prince.
Although he had older siblings, it meant he was already designated as the next Emperor.
The most outstanding Enverque in the current era.
That was Bahav Enverque.
“Hmm.”
Elaine had a look of hearing it for the first time.
The North was not interested in what the young bloodline of the Imperial Family was like.
“……Like a Honey Badger.”
Bahav briefly clicked his tongue.
There was no stare-down this time. Elaine still thought that animal was a compliment.
“Adaptation was easy. Because I was excellent everywhere.”
“……”
“So I became bored. Because I was too outstanding.”
Crown Prince Bahav seemed to have had a rather bloated ego.
It wasn't a bad thing.
As long as one had the ability, flaws in character were acceptable.
“You might not know, but the south side of the Main temple is blocked off. They call it the Forbidden Ground.”
“Ah.”
“You know it?”
Bahav was impressed, then glanced at Elaine and shook his head.
Elaine showed no sign of knowing.
“The Forbidden Ground of the Main temple. Evil spirits and all sorts of evil relics and wicked thoughts of the devil are sealed there.”
Wicked things that even Divine Power couldn't purify were sealed in that Forbidden Ground.
“Either sealed. Or the expenditure of Divine Power to remove them is too great.”
I had heard of it in the past life.
It seemed plausible, and also like nonsense.
Since the Church wouldn't leave a devil alive.
“You know it after all. A Waste of a Brains for Serzila. Even the priests of the Main temple can’t enter there carelessly. They say it’s a place only allowed to the two Popes and Cardinals who have received their permission.”
“You went there.”
“That’s right. Someone was walking into the Forbidden Ground. It was a young woman.”
Bahav said he followed that woman.
Harad was curious about the reason.
“Why?”
“Because I was the Crown Prince.”
“Does that matter?”
“I have never endured curiosity.”
Bahav was the Enverque who had grown up the most pampered in the world, and the most cherished Crown Prince.
“The Forbidden Ground, where only the Popes of Sun and Moon and a few Cardinals can enter, was entered by a young woman alone. And with a natural stride. Brains Harad, could you stand it?”
“It would be difficult.”
Harad thought for a moment and then nodded.
Definitely. That was hard to endure. Looking next to me, Elaine was also nodding slightly.
Now that I see it, all three of us had the common trait of strong curiosity.
“So I went. And we became close, and became friends. She was the Saintess.”
“You have good rapport.”
“Of course. I did what I intended to do. And I was originally popular regardless of gender.”
Harad thought it was fortunate that he met Bahav now.
Being mad was better than being arrogant.
One arrogant person was enough.
“The Saintess lives in the Forbidden Ground.”
He said food was placed at the entrance of the Forbidden Ground when it was mealtime.
“Why? Because her Divine Power is special?”
“I don’t know.”
“……”
“She never told me in the end. She also told me not to come to the Forbidden Ground anymore.”
“You ignored her. Because you were the Crown Prince.”
“We communicate well. Indeed, a Brains.”
Then he was caught.
Bahav’s face contorted as he spoke.
“Suddenly the Church tried to kill me. Fuck! Fuuuck!”
His face contorted even more violently.
Harad roughly guessed how Bahav survived.
“The Emperor saved you.”
“Yes, fuck! That son of a bitch!”
“Shouldn’t you be grateful?”
Elaine, who had been listening quietly, tilted her head.
If she only listened to Bahav’s words, the Emperor was the benefactor who saved his life.
“Grateful? Grateful? Hey, you fucking blockhead. If it was something to be grateful for, why would there be a curse on my heart.”
Bahav convulsed.
“Do you know what kind of dog the Emperor is? That son of a bitch breeds children like dogs. Why? Because he wants to show off that his lower half is still healthy!”
The Emperor was a shriveled old man.
Yet, he was prolific. I wasn’t just talking about his stamina, it was the case in all aspects.
‘And he’s not even a Sword Master.’
The Enverque bloodline was that special.
“I understand. The Enverque don't die. At least not publicly.”
“Yes, that’s it!”
Bahav spat.
The Emperor was protecting the dignity of the Enverque bloodline and the miracle, even with his virility.
“Let me ask you, Brains. Harad. Why did the Emperor save me?”
Why didn’t he kill him and instead make him a madman?
“The mind is an individual’s capability, but the body belongs to the Enverque. Indeed. If he killed you, the Enverque would fade.”
Conversely, by keeping Bahav alive, his capability faded, and the Enverque bloodline stood out.
It meant that even if the mind was mad, the body was intact.
“Yes, that’s it! You ridiculously smart Brains! That son of a bitch aimed for that. He saved me to protect his power and legitimacy.”
So the Emperor begged the Church for Bahav's life.
“If there was a countermeasure, they wouldn’t refuse. It’s easier to manage the Emperor than the Empire.”
That countermeasure was the curse.
The Emperor, instead of killing Bahav, made him a madman.
In doing so, he protected both the Church’s goal of hiding the Saintess and the legitimacy of the Enverque.
“Begging.”
“Yes. He knelt and begged profusely. He was like, ‘Wouldn’t it be more convenient for the Popes if the Enverque remained,’ and all that!”
Harad wrinkled his brow.
The Emperor in the past life was a Scarecrow and an idiot.
But Bahav’s words suggested more than that.
“He's too submissive. Like someone who has a weakness exploited.”
“What weakness!”
Bahav rushed forward with shining eyes but was blocked by Elaine.
“Why ask me that. You are the Emperor’s son.”
“……”
“Why.”
“I’m not a son of a bitch!”
Bahav convulsed.
Harad was gradually getting used to it.
“You think you were targeted because you consorted with the Saintess.”
Bahav nodded.
It was so violent I wondered if his neck would break.
‘The Church hides the existence of the Saintess.’
To the extent of trying to kill an Enverque who found out about the Saintess.
“Why does the Church hide the Saintess?”
“I don’t know, fuck!”
It seemed Bahav was the only one who considered her a friend.
He knew nothing about the Saintess.
“How did you get the curse? As far as I know, that is an Otherworld curse.”
Did the Emperor join hands with the Otherworld?
‘No way.’
The Empire in the past life fought the Otherworld.
The reason for the defeat was not because the Emperor was on the side of the Otherworld.
The Empire was simply weaker than the Otherworld.
‘If he had joined hands, it would have been obvious.’
Harad didn't think his past self would be unable to notice such a thing.
No, it was a matter concerning the Church in the first place.
There was no room for the Otherworld to interfere.
“The curse was cast in the Forbidden Ground of the Main temple. There was a devil there.”
Harad’s eyes widened.
“The Church left a Mage alive?”
Not only did they leave one alive.
They were using one.
The proof was that Bahav was cursed.
“Yes! It was a Mage who was just a head. Fuck, only the head was sitting on a cushion. One was alive. Breathing, speaking, and even eating food!”
It was a hard-to-believe story.
But looking at Bahav’s words and actions, it was impossible not to believe it.
“That head. Was it perhaps a child? About 13 years old?”
Harad’s question was openly specific.
Bahav’s eyes snapped open.
“You know, you bastard! That’s right. It was the head of a pretty little brat.”
That young head cast a curse on Bahav.
‘It’s that bitch.’
It was the bitch who cast the curse in the past life.
Harad laughed in disbelief.
‘She was in the Church during this period.’
Was she captured, or was she on their side?
‘The former, probably.’
That bitch really enjoyed killing priests.
Furthermore, the curse cast on Bahav was weak.
‘Her power must have been drained by the Church.’
It was valuable information, if anything.
Because it meant that bitch would eventually escape from the Main temple of the Church.
This was an event I didn't know about in the past life.
The Church must have covered it up.
“So all of this happened because you hung out with the Saintess.”
Bahav believed so.
“That’s right, that friend. No, it’s because of that Scarred Pockmarked Bitch.”
Harad also agreed.
Because the word 'scarred' bothered him.
“By any chance. That scar, was it on her face? Very severely?”
“Oh my god. You, you bastard, you know the Saintess too!”
Bahav’s eyes snapped open.
“But why aren't you cursed.”
“Did you also see her use Divine Power?”
“I didn’t see that. She said she shouldn’t show it to others. Acting all high and mighty just because she’s a Saintess.”
She hides her Divine Power.
‘The Saintess.’
Harad recalled Balbebron and Alena.
That couple became a devil and a devil sympathizer overnight. Because they witnessed a Mage curing a cripple with fire.
‘Fire Lady.’
That Mage and the characteristics of the Saintess Bahav described matched.
‘A Mage is the Saintess.’
At that conclusion, Harad let out a hollow laugh.
‘Does that make sense?’
But I couldn’t deny it.
Reality was saying so.
‘The Church employs a Mage of curses. And they appointed a Mage as the Saintess.’
It reeked.
It was a stench I hadn't been able to smell in my past life.
‘Bahav went around calling the Imperial Family and the Church sons of bitches even normally.’
It was true.
Even when acting as a madman, he hadn't been lying.
“Is the real Emperor also a Mage?”
Bahav even said things like that.
“What are you saying? That was just something I said.”
“……”
* * *
“About revenge. How far does the target extend?”
“The sons of bitches who were there, all of them!”
It meant he would definitely kill the Main temple of the Church and the Emperor.
“The Saintess too?”
“I will definitely tear her apart and kill her.”
Bahav spoke as if chewing on the words.
“I thought you said she was a friend?”
“Bullshit!”
“You never know. That friend might be wrongfully accused too.”
“Shut up, Brains of Serzila. That is a matter for me to decide.”
Anyway.
Those born as rulers all had strong egos without exception.
Like this, there was no problem with the Enverque bloodline. The current Emperor and his children were just idiots.
The Emperor from two generations ago was a famous sage ruler.
“Well, do as you please.”
Harad didn't say anything more.
It would only hurt my mouth.
In any case, Bahav’s revenge had a long, long way to go.
Perhaps it would be even more bleak than for Harad, who had regressed.
“What do you intend to do now?”
“It won’t change. However, I will plan.”
Bahav had to continue living as a mad beggar for now.
But inside, he would be sharpening his sword.
When that sword would be wielded was uncertain.
No matter how late Harad was, he would be faster than that sword. We would also meet the Saintess first.
“Don’t worry. I won't forget your grace. Three wishes, I will definitely grant them.”
Bahav seemed to have a personality that never forgot a debt or a grudge, even in death.
“I’ll look forward to it.”
Harad answered nonchalantly.
But he half-expected it.
‘Definitely.’
Bahav was different from other Enverques.
To the point where I wondered what he would have been like if he hadn't gone mad.
‘No. It’s better that he’s mad.’
Hearing about the past, it seemed Bahav became a human being because he went mad.
Anyway, from Harad’s perspective, I had planted a seed in the Empire.
I didn’t know when, but the seed called Bahav would definitely germinate someday.
Harad had that feeling.
Looking to the side, Elaine seemed to feel the same.
So Harad became certain of the feeling.
Elaine was occasionally incredibly sharp.
“Can I ask just one thing?”
Elaine, who had been staying still, opened her mouth.
“The shit you took earlier. was that because of the curse?”
“It was acting.”
“……That’s impressive.”
Only then did Elaine admire Bahav.
* * *
“What do you think?”
“I don’t intend to take it at face value. After all, you only know properly after experiencing it.”
Elaine was unusually cautious.
She didn't want to be swayed by Bahav's words and wanted to keep her own judgment.
It was the worth of regression.
“But I have become curious about the Emperor’s face.”
However, Bahav’s appeal was just too strong.
“What about you?”
“In cases like this, the Emperor is usually the cause.”
Harad took Bahav’s side.
From a regressor’s perspective, it couldn't be helped.
Furthermore, Bahav Enverque was a person whom Elaine of the past life had vouched for.
“Not that.”
Harad tilted his head.
“Are you satisfied? With this matter.”
Harad had wanted to contact Bahav.
That was why Elaine had listened quietly.
“I am satisfied.”
I planted a seed called Bahav.
I also learned things I didn't know in the past life.
The reward was overflowing.
“Then that’s good.”
Elaine smiled calmly.
Since Harad was satisfied, she seemed satisfied as well.
“The Dethroned Prince. He was certainly an intriguing man.”
Elaine seemed to have become interested in Bahav as well.
It was a natural progression, if anything. Since it was like that in the past life too.
Bahav was intense and solid.
He was the type of human the North liked.
“But I don’t know if he is worth you shedding blood for.”
However, the Elaine who had changed from the past life seemed to already have something she liked more.
“Don’t shed blood in useless places. This is a warning.”
“Are you telling me to shed it for the Grand Heir?”
“I’m saying don’t shed it at all.”
Elaine looked straight at Harad with a serious face.
“I’d rather shed it myself. Or Ellen.”
It was touching, in a way.
“Because you are weak.”
It felt bad.
“Shall we have a drink? It’s such a stimulating night that I can’t sleep.”
If it’s stimulating, you should be sleepy.
“It’s no fun drinking with the Grand Heir.”
“Then drink with Ellen. She looked busy, but she should be able to come out for a moment. I will call her for you.”
“Will the Grand Heir drink too?”
“No. Then I will go to sleep.”
You said you couldn't sleep.
“Who drinks with their cousin? It’s boring.”
“……”
“Just prepare to have an audience with the Emperor. Wait here. I will call Ellen.”
Elaine, who was so excited.
She seemed like someone dying to be caught.