The Strongest Dull Prince’s Secret Battle for the Throne

Chapter 612: The Two Siblings

Imperial Sword City.

There, the tenth prince Rupert was practicing his swordsmanship.

The one who taught him was Olivier, the captain of the Eleventh Imperial Guard Knights.

The Eleventh Imperial Guard Knights are known as a diplomatic unit, but even so, Olivier's skills easily surpass those of average Imperial Guard Knights.

However, it is rare for an active knight captain to give instructions.

It was Rupert who insisted on the training.

"Your Highness, your footwork is too soft."

"Yes!"

It was a slightly shorter, lighter sword for children.

Given Rupert's physique, this sword was the most suitable.

However, to use such a sword, he had to step in more aggressively to deliver a strong blow.

Especially when his opponent is Olivier.

He cannot be afraid, or else it won't count as training.

That's why Rupert stepped forward with all his might.

However, he immediately stepped back.

"Your Highness?"

"I-I'm sorry... I had a bad feeling..."

"I see."

His skills are immature.

His body is not yet developed.

It is natural for a prince who has not yet fully dedicated himself to sword training.

However, he is indeed from the Adler family.

Olivier was impressed by his good instincts.

Olivier was ready to counterattack as Rupert stepped in.

Just before he could do that, Rupert sensed it and pulled back.

A sense typical of the Adlers.

While he wondered if this crisis detection ability was inherited from his brothers, he realized he couldn't focus on it too much during training.

"Your Highness, while the sense of danger is important, if you always follow that sense, you won't be able to attack. If you feel scared, your body freezes up. But, you cannot win in battle by only feeling fear. Sometimes, you must overcome it." RàŊօʙÊȿ

"Y-Yes."

"Let's go for another round."

With that, Olivier readied his sword.

In response, Rupert also readied his sword.

His stance was full of openings, but he still had the spirit to fight back.

Rupert, who was considered unreliable, never neglected his training after the rebellion in the imperial city.

His body and skills are still developing, so he has not seen results yet.

However, Olivier thought he had potential.

At least, he had graduated from being just an unreliable prince.

"Ha!"

Rupert launched his attack with a shout.

Olivier prepared to defend.

It was a child's attack. From Olivier's point of view, it was easy to handle.

However, Olivier deliberately blocked it at the last minute.

Then, he intentionally created an opening.

He wanted to see if Rupert could notice the opening and seize the opportunity.

On the other hand, Rupert was attacking desperately.

His instinct was alerting him of danger.

His Adler blood was stirred.

The opponent was stronger.

However, he could not grow if he always followed this.

He was tired of being someone who could only run away, which was why he asked for training.

"Remember," Rupert encouraged himself.

That day.

That time.

The powerlessness of being unable to do anything but abandon his family.

If he were stronger, he wouldn't have had to run away.

If he were stronger, he could have asserted himself. That day, he had no choice but to run because he was weak.

If he were stronger... he could have protected his family and fulfilled his assigned duties.

He wanted to be stronger.

For the first time, he felt that way.

Because he had outstanding brothers, he thought he didn't need to do anything.

His mother entered the empire for diplomatic reasons and gave birth to him.

He wasn't born out of necessity.

That's why he never tried hard at anything.

But...

Difficulties come when you least expect them.

There are times when no one will help.

It's easy to seek help from others.

But he should do what he can do first.

His brothers and sisters are fighting.

Even though he can't be of much help.

At the very least.

He wanted to be a prince worthy of the Adler name.

In Rupert's eyes, he saw the opening Olivier deliberately created.

If he advanced any further, he wouldn't be able to escape.

His instinct was warning him.

Ignoring it, he took a step forward.

And then, he heard a voice.

"Go on. Crush your fears."

It was a familiar voice.

Following that voice, Rupert plunged into Olivier's bosom.

His movement was different from before.

Olivier was taken aback by the sudden transformation.

Following his instincts as a swordsman, he defended against Rupert's attack with all his might.

From Olivier's perspective, Rupert swung his sword from the bottom right.

Against this, Olivier swung his sword downwards.

He thought he must not accept it. It was a countermeasure based on that thought.

Despite being a petite woman, Olivier was an adult, and her downward swing was powerful.

Normally, Rupert's attack would have been deflected.

However, Olivier's sword was sent flying by Rupert's strike, which surpassed her expectations.

It was deflected. Olivier's sword.

Not a child's sword.

It was a strong sword, like that of a large man.

Surprised, Olivier stared at Rupert.

Rupert seemed to be surprised too, standing in disbelief.

"Truly impressive, Your Highness... That was an excellent strike."

"Y-Yes... Wait, ouch..."

Rupert realized that his whole body was in pain.

His entire body felt like it was suffering from muscle pain.

Seeing this, Olivier smiled.

"We'll end today's training here."

While saying this, Olivier receives the sword from Rupert.

It was a strike too much for a child's play sword.

A crack was formed on Rupert's sword.

Where did such power come from that small body?

"That sword is like......"

A little lost in thought, Olivier shakes off his speculation.

Even if he's his younger brother, it's impossible to suddenly imitate swordsmanship.

■■■

While Rupert was practicing his swordsmanship,

Krista was training at a different location.

She was practicing magic.

"As expected of Your Highness."

The magic teacher praised Krista.

What Krista was doing was creating simple magic bullets and destroying the spheres created by the teacher.

However, it consumed more concentration than expected, visibly tiring Krista.

"I'm tired......"

"Yes. Then, let's make this the last one."

Saying this, the teacher created a considerable number of spheres.

Seeing that, Krista froze.

"......Impossible."

"There's no need to destroy all of them. Just try to destroy as many as you can."

"If that's the case......"

Reluctantly accepting, Krista held out her right hand.

Krista had immense magical power but was bad with magic.

However, given the suspicious circumstances lately, it was deemed best to learn at least some defensive magic, and hence the practice.

Krista was usually unwilling to engage in such training. The emperor had tried several times to make her learn magic, but none lasted long.

The reason she showed some motivation this time was due in part to being inspired by her younger brother, Rupert.

To Krista, Rupert was the only younger imperial family member.

And Rupert was working hard.

Seeing this sparked the thought in her that she too had to make an effort.

"Alright......"

Krista, who somehow created the magic bullet, was struggling to control it.

But then.

"Use your arm. It's easier than thinking with your head."

Following the voice that echoed in her head, Krista swung her arm.

And as she thought, it moved correctly.

Moreover,

"Imagine in advance where you want to move. Set the route and move it accordingly."

As she was told, Krista imagined a route in her head to destroy all the spheres.

Then, she swung her arm.

The magic bullet moved at high speed, destroying all the spheres the teacher had created.

"Your Highness......?"

"Surprisingly easy......"

The teacher was stunned by Krista's seemingly different persona.

All Krista did was to reflect on what she had done.

It went well following the advice that came into her head.

The voice felt familiar, but she was able to complete the task without even feeling tired.

"Magic might be fun......"

While saying so, Krista gave the teacher a light bow and left the room.

■■■

The corridor of the Imperial Sword Castle.

Emperor Johannes walked along with Prime Minister Franz and the palace knights who were his bodyguards.

A voice came from behind Johannes.

"Father!"

"Father!"

Johannes turned around on impulse.

It must have been an illusion.

It could be due to tiredness, or perhaps some wishful thinking.

Johannes saw his children, who were no longer in this world - Gordon and Zandra.

There was no fear.

He did not think that they had come to avenge their deaths on their father.

Simply, seeing his long-lost children, Johannes stepped closer.

The two illusions smiled at Johannes.

At the same time, the illusion disappeared, and the figures of Rupert and Krista running up to him appeared.

"Father! Please listen! Today, I was able to repel Captain Olivier's sword!"

"I also managed to easily complete the teacher's task......"

"Oh, indeed! Just as expected of my son and daughter! Your father is proud of you!!"

Saying this, Johannes embraced Rupert and Krista.

However, his gaze wandered around.

He was searching for the illusion that was no longer there.

Once he convinced himself it was a mistake, Johannes with his two children started walking again.

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