Unsold Slaves Returned as Heroes

24. Taking on the Princess, only with parental interview.

“That means you are a mongrel.”

A woman sitting on a high throne and showing off her overwhelming body. Platinum blonde hair with gorgeous waves was elegantly arranged on the side. The dress that wraps around her whole body is full of royal dignity.

However, that beauty is not for bewitching men, but for killing them. If she knows her in the slightest, she would never think of harboring her petty libido.

“Yo, forgive, forgive!”

A man with his head bowed on his knees in front of a woman doesn’t even think of meeting her eyes and just prays.

“Fall the flowers.”

As the woman lightly flicked her index finger, a deep blue mana rose and the man’s neck fell with life. However, dirty blood does not well up.

The scene of the flowers falling is beautiful, but the blood is dirty. If you ask why, it’s because that’s her aesthetic values. That is the truth and the truth.

Only those that Gave value can exist in the world, and all other humans are hybrids.

That was her natural common sense since she took office as the 7th emperor of the Den Glywood Empire.

The bodyguard drags the man’s body away. If he did anything to deserve death, he didn’t. If he did wrong he did. As an envoy sent to the court, he was unable to come with the answer the emperor wanted.

“Your Majesty, please let me know.”

The palace steward reported to the emperor. The emperor snapped his finger.

“This is news that the expedition has just returned.”

“Ah, Expedition!”

The emperor, who had looked down on the human race itself with contempt until just now, stood up from his seat, drawing the corners of his eyes into crescent moons as if he had never done that.

“How long have I been waiting for this moment? Are you ready for the banquet?”

“I am perfectly prepared. I am confident that you will like it more than anything else.”

“Good, good. It is the moment of reunion after 13 years. In the history of the empire, do a show that is second to none.”

The emperor took a thrilling step. He didn’t have the nerve to maintain his dignity as usual.

“Hero Lucas!”

My heart raced at the thought of meeting him again.

I remember the golden eyes of the little slave boy who stood in front of me 13 years ago.

At that moment, the emperor became a woman for the first time in his life.

She lived her whole life as a weapon of the political world, not a human being. She lived in the realm of heroes, not criminals. She lived as a great wizard, not as an ordinary person.

She loves all of her children dearly, but none of them are related by blood.

She gathered the best talented people in each field for the future of the empire, and she only gave them the title of crown prince and princess.

It was a natural result. There’s no way a man worthy of Emperor Sandra could exist in this world.

To such an emperor, Hero Lucas was born and was the first person to awaken her love for her.

A lonely face full of heartache. It was by no means a mood that could radiate from a boy of his age.

The emperor saw the ultimate beauty in him.

Why is he wearing a slave on his name tag, what is his name, what is the story behind the sword he is holding in his hand. The emperor didn’t ask such a low-class question, and conveyed it to him.

― Hero, overcome your wounds. Grow up If you come after defeating the demon king, I will give you all of the world.

The blond boy must remember that proposal until now.

I’m sure you’ll be moved if you know that it’s the emperor who has taken care of him all this time.

For his sword, he attached Sword Saint Aisha as his family, and often sent the best snacks in the world with care. It made him isolated but dependent on the enigmatic Old Man Legs.

‘Ah, how wonderfully he must have grown up.’

13 Years, this is the first reunion in 13 years.

The emperor was convinced in his heart. If it were that child, he would surely become a handsome man, as if drawn in a painting.

According to Aisha’s report, his hair color seems to have changed due to the opened aura, but he has grown healthy and splendid.

“Hero!”

The emperor went beyond the banquet hall and out of the palace gate to meet Lucas. And there.

“… Something?”

There was only a knight with his head down preparing a report.

There was an error in delivery. The return of the expedition was still far away. Only the swift messenger had arrived.

After the cold permission of the emperor, the knight began to report.

“… As His Majesty commanded, I watched the hero, but he said he would not return to the Empire….”

As the reports continued, the blood from the emperor’s face disappeared.

“… The general said he was under escort and could not tell us the destination, but as a result of tracking it, it is estimated to be Caisus Academy.”

The emperor is silent.

“Your Majesty?”

The butler at the palace sensed the unusual atmosphere, but it was too late.

―Quaaang!!

The emperor’s mana erupted randomly, blowing everything around in an instant. The fancy banquet hall quickly turned into a garbage dump.

“Let’s go to the academy. I wonder if my sweet second daughter, Astley, is well. As her parents, shouldn’t we check to see what great people are teaching her daughter?”

The butler of the royal palace, who barely managed to use his defensive magic and survived, put on his half-glasses and immediately bowed to his knees.

“I will prepare.”

“It is teleportation magic. Give me a day.”

“… Lord, I will prepare.”

When an emperor goes, at least a few hundred people, from his vassals to his direct escort and courtiers, must move together.

If it was a super-large teleportation magic circle that would move all of them at the same time, from the recruitment of the great mages, it would be possible to spend a year’s worth of national budget.

Even the given time is only one day.

There is just that much limit left to decide whether the palace butler will be a human or a mongrel.

‘This asshole. This time, I’m going to f*ck with something.’

The butler of the royal palace, swearing inwardly, decided to prepare a will this time.

“I need to relieve my anger.”

The guards who received the order immediately escorted the emperor and opened the door to the dungeon.

It’s a prison, but the corridors were neatly maintained in a new style. It was because it was a place the emperor often used whenever he was angry.

The emperor walked down the street familiarly and stood in front of a barred cage. The guards bowed and opened the large barred door.

Inside it, there was a human who had been tortured and healed countless times.

“Ugh, ugh…” !”

When he witnessed the emperor, he scratched his vocal chords in fear.

“It’s been a while, former Knight Commander.”

A man barely raised his voice and begged for a name tag that said

Hamilton.

“Forgive, please, forgive…” !”

As the emperor sat down in the prepared bleachers, he laughed at the former knight commander who brought the three warriors thirteen years ago.

Already, he was stripped of his job as a knight commander and disappeared, fell into someone’s slave, and his family was destroyed and his castle disappeared.

“The crime of treating the hero Lucas harshly and hurting him is great. What did you say at first Ah, it must have been ‘Because I am a slave, I brought you here.'”

“Ugh, but the villain only followed the specified orders… ! Didn’t he praise the warrior until he saw it in person… !”

The emperor frowned at the former knight commander’s excuse. He was startled and lowered his head.

“Reflection, I am reflecting… !”

“There is only one reason why hybrid motifs are still alive. It is a sin that cannot be repaid even by death. Get started.”

At the signal, the And Stepped forward.

The emperor quenched his thirst with wine today as a snack for his screams.

***

After the orientation, I took the students and stormed the Water Hall dormitory. I moved a little earlier in the evening so that I could preoccupy a seat at the restaurant.

“What are they?”

“What are you doing standing in a line?”

“……… ….”

“You skipped our dinner! What are you guys!”

“……… ….”

“What! Where are they from!”

“……… ….”

We were instructed not to answer even if someone saw us and talked to us, and to pretend we didn’t know like automata, and everyone did a great job.

Originally, if there is no reaction, I get more pissed off.

“Twenty-two meal tickets, please.”

“Uh, yeah….”

The food at the Water House Dormitory is truly amazing. I want to take out the kitchen.

My students seemed nervous at first, but everyone liked it when the delicious food was added.

It seems that the Water Hall students, who complained about the long line for meals, told the professor in charge, Pelia, but we had already finished our desserts and left.

I ate well.

“sh*t, do you dare to skip our dormitory meal? Are you beggar?”

The next day, when I entered the special exam hall, Pelia glared at me with a fierce face while licking pepper powder.

“You paid for the meal properly. There is no provision to be a problem anywhere.”

“Gee, bitter, crazy bastard.”

“Huh, I’m dying of laughter. Did you even get revenge for stealing the students? Be cute.”

Professor Mulan, who is in charge of the Wind Hall, smiled drunk today as well.

What do you mean? I feel like I’d rather buy them food because they took care of those bombs and didn’t take my students.

A fast guy could have had an accident within a week.

“hahahaha. We’ve already grown closer. I was relieved to have adapted quickly, Professor Pedia.”

The president spoke to me with a friendly smile.

“Is the dormitory worth living?”

“The facilities are nice, but I don’t like the interior. It’s just fine. This is a request for exterior renovation work.”

“Good. Repair the request Instead, I want you to focus on that for now.”

The president nodded his head toward the examination room through the magic mirror.

The prospective students were entering one by one. All of them have plenty of escorts and attendants.

Everyone is the son or daughter of the commander-in-chief of a country or someone with powerful political power equivalent to him.

Today, the dormitory for the recommended students who have been admitted will be decided.

“For recommended students, the goddess decides the dormitory herself. She came in uncontested, so I stand to rule out adhesions.”

“For the past five years, no recommendation has been made to the Earth Coffin.”

“Because if you are a child of royalty or great nobility, you will have a lot of talent and skills. This is the problem.”

She entered her exam room.

An old-fashioned girl wearing a name tag that reads

Unemployed Astley Condenburg. The appearance that perfectly matches the image of a carved princess is like a doll.

All the heirs from all over the continent gathered in one place were showing off their strength or building friendships, but the princess was just stationary like an automata without a spring.

The exam to see the skills begins, and the recommended students show off their skills. Swords, magic, and healing arts. No one chose a special item.

Finally it was the princess’s turn, but she didn’t do anything. She seemed to protest that there wasn’t a single side of herself she wanted to show.

“It’s not easy being unemployed at the age of 20.”

“How pitiful! I hope the Goddess will not send you to the coffin of fire!”

Other chair professors were only interested in the students’ skills without considering the political situation at all, probably because they had studied at the academy all their lives.

It’s understandable that the president doesn’t expect anything.

Recommended students who have completed the test put their hands on the crystal ball. When the priest who received the oracle instills divine power, one of the three types of fire, water, and wind comes out from the crystal ball.

Needless to say, for the princess.

“Soil.”

The president shook his head and looked back at me.

“I’ll leave it to you. Please take good care of me.”

“I took it.”

I felt the princess glaring at me as if looking through her magic mirror under her spell.