Chapter 3
Sword Emperor Mirua Lainis.
At the young age of 20, having achieved numerous feats and now revered by many people (apparently), I, surprisingly, do not come from a noble lineage.
If anything, my father was a renowned adventurer.
I happened to be born with outstanding talents and have continued to help many people with my own skills.
During this journey, I heard an unbelievable story from a reliable source.
― The Vefeld royal family is leading invasions into other countries.
― They are kidnapping and assassinating nobles of neighboring countries to achieve their goals.
Initially, I doubted these claims, but I realized they weren’t entirely implausible.
Because similar things are happening right here in the Kingdom of Vefeld.
Secret parties to toy with young children, kidnapping long-lived elves to trade their blood, selling drugs internationally banned…
Of course, the royal family isn’t openly leading these acts, but they aren’t actively cracking down on them either. Princess Yuricia, for instance, is even purchasing elf blood herself.
I couldn’t tolerate this.
Despite being disadvantaged by my humble origins, I’ve shouldered significant hardships.
Pretending to strictly govern the commoners while indulging in their own sweet privileges.
That’s why I came here to uncover the truth.
Fortunately, the royal family was looking for a “sword instructor” for self-defense.
So, ostensibly, I accompanied the royal family in their training while planning to form a resistance and right the world’s wrongs if they indeed were extending their malevolent reach to neighboring countries.
That was my purpose.
I met him ― Prince Esmeralda, the fifth prince, in the midst of this.
His eyes, once straightforward, have grown clouded over time. The earnestness in his sword training gradually turned haphazard, which I keenly felt.
It’s no surprise.
The royal family is enslaved by their own desires.
Prince Marloc, the only one close to him, fell ill ― probably framed, I believe ― it wouldn’t be strange if he had given up on everything.
It’s a pity, considering his sword talent surpasses everyone else.
But with the royal family in such disarray, it’s no wonder his character has become slothful.
I felt sorry for him, but I’m just a commoner.
I planned to refrain from meddling in his feelings and simply serve as his sparring partner.
― However, today, I lost.
Though I held back on the first strike, I got carried away with my “Dragon Flame Dive,” unleashing about seventy percent of my true strength.
He withstood that attack unscathed.
Even though I held back, I honestly have no confidence I could win if we seriously crossed swords.
His strength was on another level.
I was moved.
Despite having every reason to lose hope, he kept enduring and training in swordsmanship. His situation reminded me of my past, and frankly, his slightly bothersome expression is exactly my type. I really wish he would stay that way, but anyway, I feel nothing but respect for his perseverance in his harsh circumstances, and so on (ry
…That’s how I found myself attracted to him.
Though he was laughing in a villainous manner, I know his sincere nature well.
What will he, who has been secretly training, achieve next?
What light will he bring to this rotten country?
I have no basis, but somehow, I feel he might be the one to change this nation.
★ ★ ★
I think.
If there’s one regret from my previous life, it’s not playing around with women more.
There were women I was interested in, but either they didn’t care at all, or if I got into a relationship, they were taken away by some playboy…
With an unremarkable face and a meager salary, it’s no wonder I had no charm.
But this life is different.
The status of royalty, not to mention my looks, are not bad at all. Actually, I think I’m quite handsome.
So, I decided to start hitting on women while disguised with Mirua.
“Damn, I don’t know how to approach them…”
Even with a new status and looks, it seems my non-charismatic mental state hasn’t changed.
Especially in Japan, just a middle-aged man talking to women could lead to being exposed on social media, and I’m scared to even approach them.
“What’s the matter, Your Highness?”
Mirua, who had followed me, looked puzzled.
“N-nothing…”
I almost panicked, but showing such a demeanor would completely ruin the dignity of a villainous prince.
Living as I please doesn’t mean throwing away my pride. To put it simply, my ideal villainous character is like this:
– Doesn’t neglect efforts to achieve goals
– Always calm and composed, not easily shaken by little things
– Often has a meaningful smile in particular situations
– Doesn’t bend his beliefs, even against authoritative figures
There might be more, but broadly speaking,
that’s it. Showing a submissive attitude to Mirua here would be petty and uncool.
“Hahaha… Mirua, a royal must not only laze around in lavish mansions to grasp people’s hearts. Those who ignore the commoners’ hearts are unfit to rule the nation. Don’t you agree?”
“………!”
What’s this?
I don’t quite understand, but Mirua seems shocked by my words.
…But this is troubling.
Playing a cool villain is fine, but this way, I can’t achieve my initial goal. Namely, the extremely important mission for a man ― to have cute women by my side!
And.
“…Hmm.”
While I was standing there, I saw a girl running through an alley in a hurry.
She looked about my age, with a delicate face peeking from her deeply hooded robe, and most importantly,
“Her boobs are HU☆GE☆!”
I accidentally muttered, seeing her ample chest.
Two rough-looking men were chasing her, obviously attracted to her as well, but that didn’t matter.
Because I’m the villainous prince.
With the status of the fifth prince, snatching a woman from another man should be easy.
“Let’s go, Mirua. Just as I thought, what I need to do is right here.”
Saying so, I stepped into the alley with Sword Emperor Mirua.
Hahaha… I’ll soon take a woman for myself.