Children of the Holy Emperor Chapter 376

376. Mores Exploration Journal (4)

Owen, who returned to the Blue Rose Labyrinth, sat down on the sofa with a dazed expression. In one hand she was holding a small cone that Sir Massaine had made for her.

[Special Quest – Let’s go back to the ecliptic! (complete)]

As I looked at the small window blinking in front of me, I felt a strange sense of emptiness.

‘The ultimate elixir is probably… … .’

It will be used by or for Mores. If so, there is a high probability that Main Stream 3 will also revolve around Mores.

‘I was planning on giving it to him anyway, regardless of the quest.’

Nevertheless, when I found out the truth, I couldn’t help but lose my motivation.

Owen has never neglected his quest even for a moment. First, to make myself stronger. Next, to be of some help to the successful family. And recently, I have devoted myself to a quest day and night to protect my beloved family.

But the person I tried so hard to save turned out to be that obnoxious guy I had been fighting against!

Of course, no matter what crisis was coming to Mores, Owen would not have turned a blind eye to it in the end.

But even if he had known the truth a long time ago, would he have been able to put all his effort into the quest like he did before?

Frankly, Owen couldn’t guarantee that. Perhaps the status window was well aware of this, so it deliberately ‘Save Castle□!’ He might have come up with the same ambiguous title.

‘You know what? I somehow feel greatly deceived, Sang Sang-chang!’

I grumbled into the air, but the status window showed no response.

Right then-

smart.

With a small knocking sound on the window, a small new figure wearing a stealth suit entered the room. He was an informant for the Monkey Watchtower who had been assisting him for a long time.

“Lowering. “I’m a little late.”

Owen couldn’t hide his joy and shouted at the round-faced woman who greeted him warmly.

“No. 9!”

She was a fairly old veteran informant who had remained on the southern front to finish the job even after Owen left.

It would probably be close to impossible to immediately hand over the complex task of moving between pagan tribes with diverse languages ​​and customs to someone else.

So, after handing over the work to the successor informant as meticulously as possible, she belatedly followed Owen to the imperial capital.

“Welcome back, No. 9. “What’s the mood like in the South these days?”

“For now it is quiet. Perhaps it’s because Karazhan, the most aggressive of all, is being uncharacteristically cautious. Most of the other tribes also seem to welcome the truce.”

Number 9 was using a quick and light tone of voice that was unbecoming of his middle age. Although he was naturally irascible and fast-talking, over the years he had been with Owen, this tendency had become more evident.

Owen was partly to blame for this as well. As he undertook his duties and stayed hidden among the Varsha tribes for a long time under his orders, his pronunciation of the imperial language gradually became muffled and eventually began to resemble the tone of the pagans.

“According to rumors, Wakana Tusai is currently struggling with the succession issue. “She has already chosen her young eldest daughter as her successor, but it looks like her eldest son Wakana Kushat’s opposition is not easy.”

Unlike Volanta, Karazhan is a tribe where power is mostly passed down through maternal lines. This was due to Barça’s long-held belief that his daughter’s blood runs deeper.

However, parents do not always agree with their children’s farming, and sometimes a child is born who is so outstanding that he shakes up all the traditions.

This was the case with Wakana Kushat, the eldest son of Wakana Tusai.

“okay. I saw him at the Great Tribal Council. “He seemed like a pretty bold and ambitious guy.”

Owen also saw the potential for the next successor in Wakana Kushat. If anything, she would have thought of slowly becoming acquainted with him first, after putting aside old Wakana Tusai.

If Owen, an outsider, felt that way, he could well imagine how much of a waste of talent he must have been in the eyes of his fellow tribesmen.

Thanks to this, the Karazhan Presbyterian Council was recently divided into two groups, which seemed to be causing a lot of commotion. There was a reason why Wakana Tusai, the old fox, so obediently agreed to the truce.

“Anyway, how have you been these days? “Why does your complexion look bad?”

“hmm. Actually… … .”

Owen, who usually enjoys chatting with No. 9, slowly opened up about his recent concerns. Of course, except for the status window and quests.

And when No. 9 heard what Carrie had said to Owen, he immediately became angry.

“Does that make sense? “She’s like a f*cking old woman!”

“No. 9. “Do you think differently?”

“Of course! That old man really knows nothing! He’s never trained as an Auror, so he’s probably never heard the details of what you two were talking about! “Aren’t you just saying that the kids are fighting among themselves again?!”

Number 9 wheezed indignantly, as if he had been insulted.

“Prince Mores has clearly crossed the line! “It was never a problem that could be easily resolved!”

“hmm. Right.”

Although other people’s positions were so clear, Owen, the person involved, was rather confused.

Maybe it’s because people have changed so much, but recently I felt like my hatred for Mores was gradually diluting.

“Well, in a way, it’s not unreasonable. Wasn’t Grandmother Carrie the faithful maid of honor to Empress Bethsheba? So, no matter what others say, if it’s the people of Seonghwang, all we can do is look at it positively and move on!”

As said, Carrie’s previous owner was Empress Bethsheba, the mother of the current Emperor. She is said to have served and followed the abandoned empress both materially and spiritually until the previous empress threw her out to another villa.

Perhaps it was all thanks to Carrie that Empress Bethsheba, who had no divine power, was able to survive for so long in the villa where poisoning attempts were rampant every day.

Because she was like that, she would have been able to sincerely take care of Owen, who suddenly came in and entered the royal family. When she becomes a dedicated maid who has been in the imperial palace for a long time, her arrogance is bound to be high, most of the time unnecessarily.

However, unlike Owen, who was grateful to Carrie, No. 9 seemed to be dissatisfied with her dull and indifferent treatment every time.

“How dare you help me with such a lax attitude, I cannot forgive you! Well, that nasty old lady has always been like that! So, I can serve the mentally ill empress whom everyone else was reluctant to do without any thought… … !”

psychopath?

When Owen flinched, Number 9, embarrassed, hurriedly picked up the words and swallowed them.

“… Oh, it’s nothing. “I made a mistake, so just forget about it.”

It seemed like he heard something loud, but Owen didn’t inquire about it in detail.

Isn’t the former Empress the mother of your beloved father? So I didn’t want to hear her gossip about her, no matter how absurd it was. Apart from that, though she felt the need to cheer up the overheated No. 9.

“Calm down, Number 9. “I also didn’t just obediently listen to Mores’ words at that time.”

“that… … !”

Number 9, who was getting angry, suddenly remembered the past and chewed his tongue without thinking.

It certainly was. When she was criticized by Prince Mores for being ignorant, Owen would pour out a series of insults that matched her ignorance. These were swear words of incredible intensity that I had picked up on the outskirts of Rohan.

At least Carrie was probably right about one thing. When Owen played against Mores he was always full of energy and he never backed down.

“And Carrie has a point. We are not children anymore. “You can’t just fight with him by the collar forever, right?”

“Lowering… … .”

Number 9 looked very moved.

“I always think about you, you really have a big heart! “I wish Prince Mores had been at least half as generous as you are.”

“Stop talking nonsense, let’s talk about work. Actually, number 9, there is something I really want you to do.”

Owen brought up an important issue that he had been putting off because he was concerned about the sick Mores.

It’s about finding the newbie you met at Pangea Chronicle.

“Lee Seong-jin… Is it called ? “It’s such a strange name that the pronunciation is a bit confusing.”

Number 9, who heard the whole story, tilted his head. No matter how much I listened to it, it didn’t seem like a Delcross-style naming.

“okay. They said they lived in the imperial capital, but from what I heard, the surrounding environment seemed to be quite harsh. So, it would be better to search mainly in slums as much as possible.”

“I understand. Just in case, I will make arrangements in areas near the Imperial Capital and report back as soon as information comes in. “Then take a break!”

Number 9 hurriedly greeted Owen and left. Due to his impatient nature, it seems that after receiving a new mission, his hands became itchy and he couldn’t bear it.

Owen, who was alone again, unconsciously placed the cone he was holding on the wooden statue in front of him.

‘Looking at it like this, it seems like I get along quite well with you… … .’

Owen looked blankly at the statue and gathered his thoughts.

In the end, the relationship between him and Mores will have to change somehow. Owen is now the only one who remembers the past resentment, and it seems like Mores has been treating him uncharacteristically warmly(?) lately.

‘And there’s the problem of the next quest.’

Owen moved his gaze and opened the newly shiny quest window.

[Main Quest – Find your own place! new!]

[Quest Grade: E]

[You have put to rest the long-standing feud with the pagans and brought about a truce that may have been the starting point of complete peace. You have proven yourself and established yourself as a great prince, but unfortunately, the foundation of all your achievements and reputation is currently on the Southern Front. The most efficient action to take when you don’t have a solid support base is probably to help others and borrow their support. From now on, find out on your own where your power is needed within the imperial palace, and do not spare any assistance here.]

[Reward: 20 P Cash]

[*This product is available in the Pangea Chronicle store window.]

Owen smiled involuntarily.

Now, take a look. Seeing as all the expressions are ambiguous, there is a high possibility that this is also a quest related to Mores.

‘Well, I guess I’ll just keep fighting next to him for a while. Every now and then, I receive reports about newbie searches.’

Owen stared at the statue’s warm smile for a moment, then put on a black rabbit eye patch and slowly closed his eyes.

* * *

Originally, I had planned to head to the main palace as soon as morning dawned. But as soon as Owen left the auditorium’s labyrinth, she had to immediately change her schedule. Because she had been asked by Amelia to take a moment.

And the place where Amelia smiled and led him was the Pearl Palace, where the owner was currently away.

‘The two of you are so close that you can come and go as you please?’

Jinju Palace had a brighter atmosphere than before.

As Owen looked around in confusion, a large number of employees came and went, politely offering their respects to Owen. Even without Mores, it seemed natural for them to come and go to Jinju Palace.

“This is the place.”

The place where Amelia finally stopped was a large atelier with a bright view of the Jinju Palace courtyard.

A young painter who was concentrating on his work under a sunny window bowed his head as they entered.

“That person is the most skilled portrait painter in the imperial capital. “Mores signed a contract to employ him for life, and even provided him with a private atelier within the Pearl Palace.”

“okay?”

I thought it was quite surprising that Mores would support an artist, but Amelia’s next words were even more surprising.

“From now on, I will become a portrait painter dedicated to the people of Seonghwangga. He said he would draw pictures of his family throughout his life.”

“… “You’re drawing family?”

That Mores?

Owen once again looked at the picture the artist was working on.

It was a very magnificent picture. The image of a majestic boy standing with a wide field behind him, holding a huge sword.

“This… “Is this a portrait of Mores?”

Although it was still unfinished, it was an outstanding portrait, even to Owen, who was unfamiliar with painting.

Between the black clothes and the dark background, the person’s quiet face and bright blonde hair stand out brightly.

The deep gray eyes of the boy staring straight ahead seemed to be looking through everything beyond the picture. Just as Owen often felt whenever he looked into his godfather’s eyes.

“You drew it well. But doesn’t he seem too mature for Mores?”

Owen looked back at Amelia with a shocked expression. Why not? In his mind, Mores was just a small child.

Of course, the reason I saw him after returning after such a long time was that he was curled up in bed and fretting.

“He’s still a little kid, right?”

As I said out loud, “Little boy,” the image of a cute friend I had recently met passed by.

Now that I think about it, I thought that Mores would be around the same age as Newbie. Sometimes he holds out his hand in front of his eyes while talking, which somehow reminds me of that little friend’s habit.

He must have lived well in the imperial palace, eating only good things, but why is Mores still so small?

Then Amelia looked back at Owen and let out a small laugh.

“haha. What nonsense are you talking about? Mores is tall compared to his peers. “It’s just that my brother suddenly grew so much that he looks relatively small!”

“… okay?”

“then. And how thoughtful and dignified is he? “It feels strange to me that my brother treats me like a child.”

Deep in thought… Are you dignified?

That stubborn Mores who can’t communicate?

However, Amelia’s eyes as she looked at Mores’ portrait while saying that were filled with deep, heartfelt affection.

Owen became somewhat puzzled.

When I think about it, I was the one who growled with Mores the most, but that was only because he confronted me loudly without any regard for face.

If you think about it, wasn’t Amelia and Logan the ones who were hurt the most by that guy Mores at the time? But how are they doing so well now?

“By the way, Amelia. “Why did you ask to see me here?”

“Oh yeah. “I invited you to take this opportunity to paint a portrait of your brother.”

“My portrait?”

When Owen asked dumbly, Amelia smiled and nodded.

“huh. The first picture is still unfinished, but I thought it would be good to change the order a little. That’s what Mores said. Since I don’t know when I might be called to the southern front, I think it would be better to paint my brother’s portrait first.”

“Mores… … .”

You asked the family artist to paint my portrait?

“Mores asked me to tell you that if Brother Jeong wants it, he won’t say anything even if I draw it with chicken feathers this time.”

Owen, who was suddenly speechless after Amelia’s joke-like words, stared blankly at the boy in the portrait for a while.

fantasy,