I…… Gordon Veret…… was moved right now.
At last…… my beloved son was rising into the spotlight.
Ouga has been earnest since childhood, never neglecting self-training.
For a noble-born, lacking [magic aptitude] could justify taking one’s own life. Past examples exist of those who anguished and chose that.
But Ouga didn’t break. To overcome his misfortune, as if begrudging time even to cry, he started rebelling against the world.
When he created [Magecraft Funeral (Delete)], I was certain.
This child will become a great man who will make the world ring with his name.
My eye wasn’t wrong.
Ouga bravely faces Floné Milfonti — the kingdom’s greatest threat.
He climbs the stairs to the hero who’ll bear the nation’s future.
“Ouga Veret. Show the people — who are waiting eagerly to glimpse you — your splendid figure. I’ve enjoyed it enough already.”
“Yes! If my appearance can lessen the people’s fear, I’ll gladly walk the city.”
The King granting permission to leave, Ouga went, per plan, to show himself to the citizens awaiting his arrival in the capital.
…… Truly grown.
I only set up the environment. That he became this vessel — Ouga’s own effort.
His sister Cerecia, following his example, is admirably fulfilling her role abroad.
…… Her admiration has grown a bit too strong for siblings — but Ouga will surely manage.
“Father. Please capture Brother’s noble figure on the magic camera. Otherwise, I’ll return from Carmabane Empire instantly.”
I recalled that line from Cerecia’s letter as I watched Ouga being photographed before the King.
For official use, but several of those will surely flow to Cerecia.
“[Saint] Ouga Veret takes his leave!”
Unaware of such exchanges, my beloved son bowed deeply and left the hall.
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“Lord Ouga~! We support your work~!”
“Pure and right conduct! Lord Ouga is a mirror of nobility!”
“Bestow peace and happiness upon our lives!”
A straight road, lined with iron fences, from the Royal Castle to the gate.
Left and right, packed crowds; the voices reaching me at unprecedented volume.
Walking the glorious road, I waved smiles at the people from the window.
I was so conscious of smiling my cheeks might cramp.
The vague public expectation I’d felt before is now sharp; my stomach starts to ache.
W-weird……. I’ve reached a point I can’t return from……
If anything, I’d done enough to deserve to be spoiled more.
“Lord Ouga, support funds as thanks! Please accept!”
“Lord Ouga, our local specialty! Please indulge!”
“I want to work for Lord Ouga until I die! We’ll work hard, so please rest!”
Those — the kinds of offers I want.
But it’s Lord Saint, Lord Saint…… having to mind every gesture going forward — discouraging.
I just wanted a harem and an easy life — this fame-tax I don’t want even in death. A penalty game, you could say.
“Bringing [Holy Judgment] upon the world’s evil!”
“The [Saint] giving us guideposts in life!”
“With kind heart and ceaseless courage, weaving the future — Lord [Saint]!”
"""Lord Ouga Veret~!!"""
And yes — there are plants from our territory.
The polished script only comes from a few.
And [Saint]-version improvements already? …… The work is too fast……
Father’s doing, surely. The man’s a complete doting parent……
To create a celebratory atmosphere for me. Many might dislike me just for being the Veret son.
So I can’t slack in my responses.
Right, left, back to right, I moved my face nonstop, smiling-but-unable-to-smile, waving until I exited the capital.
◇ I was supposed to update last week, but Kakuyomu’s server was unstable, so I held off.
To make up for it, I’ll update once more this week. ◇