The sixth prince, who had been executed in the kingdom after being betrayed by the trusted saint, was reincarnated and, in order to seek revenge, became engaged once again to the neighboring kingdom’s “Guillotine Princess.” As a result, he was adored and lived happily.

“After the baptism ceremony, the atmosphere within the royal palace became rather chaotic.

The succession battle for the throne, which had seemed settled in Bridget’s favor, suddenly took an unexpected turn. Naturally, this led to a flurry of activity.

Even Princess Abigail, eager to seize this opportunity, held meetings with nobles seeking her audience from early morning. From what I heard, Bridget was doing the same, with many nobles seen going in and out of her chambers.

And then there’s me.

“Open your stance!”

“Your Highness Gustav! If you don’t focus, you’ll get injured!”

As usual, I received strict instructions from General Cyrus. However, while in the past, during our sparring sessions, he could handle me with just one hand, now he was using both hands to engage me in combat. It just goes to show how much I’ve grown.

But I’ve given up on trying to bring Glen over to our side. Well, it’s more accurate to say I have no intention of bringing that man in.

Ultimately, it was revealed during the last baptism ceremony that my siding with Bridget’s faction in my previous life was nothing more than a gesture, a provocation to me as her fiancé and future husband. No amount of winking or flirting on my part would change that fact.

In fact, I’ve chosen to distance myself from Glen.

…No, it’s more accurate to say I don’t intend to get close to that man.

After all, I chose to raise my sword against Abigail, despite pledging my loyalty to her. It’s only natural that I don’t trust him. Moreover, keeping someone around who harbors such wicked thoughts would be dangerous.

“Well… for now, let’s call it a day.”

“Ah, thank you…”

When General Cyrus pinched his mustache and signaled the end of today’s training, I collapsed onto the ground, lying on my back. He never holds back, as always.

“…Don’t you enjoy tormenting me, Your Highness Gustav?”

“You might be right. Otherwise, I wouldn’t endure General Cyrus’s… ‘tough love’ every day.”

“You know, I can hear you.”

While I was lying there, knights who had been observing our training started making their comments. It seems the knights have been getting bolder lately. I mean, technically, I’m the sixth prince of the kingdom and Princess Abigail’s fiancé.

“Haha! But, in reality, only Your Highness Gustav can endure training to this extent!… It’s practically… terrifying.”

After laughing heartily, General Cyrus suddenly turned serious.

“…Well, indeed. Usually, anyone else would have run away from this level of intensity. But, Your Highness, remember this.”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“Sir Cyrus Garland pledges eternal loyalty to Princess Abigail and you.”

“Ah…”

I was deeply moved by the fact that General Cyrus, despite his previous attitude, was now willingly choosing Abigail. My efforts hadn’t been in vain.

“General Cyrus… could you perhaps meet with Princess Abigail and tell her the same thing? I’m sure she’d be overjoyed.”

“Haha, yes, I suppose so.”

I bowed deeply to express my gratitude, and General Cyrus responded with a broad smile.

“Sir Cyrus.”

“Hmm?”

“You are the kingdom’s shield. So, isn’t it important to maintain impartiality until the next queen is decided?”

“…Hmph. Well, the answer is clear now. So, until the next queen is chosen, you and I shall part ways.”

Having taken in Glen’s silence as his response, General Cyrus allowed a faint smile to appear at the corner of his mouth.

“…Excuse me.”

With a slight bow, Glen left the scene.

His face, once chiseled and refined, now twisted with anger and hatred.”