The first heir of the Notting Empire, which seems extremely glorious in the eyes of outsiders, is a heavy burden for Perel. He knows very well that he can rank first only because he is the legitimate son of the queen. Emperor Brett favored him, and he has always been the younger brother who was born one year later, and the second-ranked inheritance of the Empire.

As a product of political marriage, the highest inheritance rights, identity and status possessed only second only to the father who was on the throne of the emperor. However, in response, he lost the family affection that father and son and brothers should have, and even had maternal love... he had never obtained it.

For him, my mother was just a mural hanging in the clan memorial hall. The colorful colors and finely outlined lines could not increase the sense of intimacy. The beautiful face of the elf was like other murals, and there was nothing special about it. She was just a painting, which had never given any warmth, and had engraved the mother's noun, a painting,

Princess Dietis, who died in childhood, left nothing for her son. Apart from the rigid servants who asked questions and answers, there was only the deep cold that coiled around the ancient palace.

Every time he is alone, he always lights countless magic crystal lamps in the room. Although his father scolded him as a sign of weakness, only Perel knew that he was not afraid of the dark, but just wanted to prevent himself from being swallowed by the cold of the deep palace.

"Your Highness..."

The head of the guard Sarachi wanted to speak but stopped, and didn't know how to speak.

This is already the third child. Compared with His Highness Muta, the crown prince, who was the first in charge, has been married for two years but has not given birth to any children. This has caused the Senate, which has always been pursuing a proposal to change the inheritance.

For the royal family, the first priority is not war or economy, but the continuation of life. As one of the oldest bloodlines of the world, Notting was at the same time gaining the gods that ordinary people envied, but also paid the price of premature death. In addition to Alberrecht, who is known as the Iron Blood Emperor, none of the emperors of all dynasties have lived past sixty years. The current emperor Brett has reached the limit of his reign. He originally favored His Highness Muta too much. Prince Naya's re-pregnancy made His Highness Perel's inheritance rights even more precarious.

This emergency meeting may be held to change the inheritance rights. The news that the crown prince is not favored is no longer a secret in China, and it has not been abolished because he is the legitimate son of the queen.

"No need to say anything, Sarach." Perel smiled bitterly when he knew that the young and a little reckless guard was concerned about his situation. He chose such a young man who was not mature enough in character or skill, but just wanted to draw a little heat from him, which was the warmth that a normal person should have.

Take out the recommendation letter from your arms that you had written several years ago and hand it to Sarach, who looked puzzled.

"If His Majesty the Emperor announces the change of inheritance in the next court, you will immediately go to St. Vasetius to find Lucien with this letter, and he will take you in for his past friendship."

"Your Highness?!" Understanding the hint in Perel's words, Sarach ignored his identity and grabbed the master who had served for three years: "Don't be so pessimistic, maybe... His Majesty the Emperor is just, just..."

"This is the sorrow of being in the imperial family. Thank you for your hard work." There was no strong enough mother, no strong enough, no one of them was optimistic about him, from the emperor to the ministers. What supported him to maintain the first inheritance rights until now was nothing more than the tradition of the ancient empire. Losing power... is just a matter of time.

When he pushed open the parliamentary hall, it was already full of ministers and domestic powerful people. Perel couldn't help but laugh at himself as he felt the gaze that fell on his body.

Not only has he been waiting for a long time on this day, but many people may have waited for a long time...

"It's still as nonsense as ever!"

The only person sitting there was of course the emperor of the Empire. Brett, who was over fifty years old, stopped Perel's steps forward slightly. Perel, who was already accustomed to, suppressed the sadness that arose in his heart, and stood on the emperor's right hand as usual.

Soon, this position will no longer belong to me.

He thought in his heart.

A little lower than the crown prince stood the protagonist of this parliament, Prince Muta. Compared with the calmness and indifference of his half-brother, the second prince, who was favored since childhood, was now full of red face, and his usual hypocritical respect had already been thrown behind him. He glanced at the soonest becoming the first in history, and his proud expression was not restrained.

"I'm about twenty people soon, always like children who haven't grown up. I don't have time to help me share the government affairs, but I have time to run to hang out with civilians. Do you still have my father in your eyes? Do you still remember being the crown prince? What if you meet an assassin? What if you meet a kidnapper who is ignorant of the world? Where do you put the face of the empire?"

The scolding of Perel's head like a cannon made Perel's head hang lower and lower. He sighed in his heart, it was not that I didn't want to help, but that you never wanted to give me a chance. On the grounds of avoiding suspicion, the crown prince was not allowed to meet the ministers in private, but Muta was able to publicly approve simple documents. Father, you never gave me the opportunity to show your abilities.

Before going to the battlefield, the commander ordered the warrior not to approach the front line. How could the warrior show his bravery?

"In view of your repeated letting yourself go, I decided after discussing with the ministers..." The emperor was about to announce the abolition of the first-ranking inheritance rights, but the closed door of the parliamentary hall was roughly pushed open.

Muta glared at me, who was the one who was blind to interrupt such an important moment.

Waiting calmly for reading, Perel glanced at the corner of his eyes and unexpectedly found that not only Sarach was standing outside the door, but also his only staff member - Secretary Hermann.

How could he be here...

Just as he felt strange, the door-pusher rushed into the parliamentary hall before he could call him.

"Your Majesty, it's not good!" Denzel shouted in a panic expression. He was the leader of the imperial guards responsible for the security of the entire palace and the emperor's chief guard.

The emperor was very angry, but he did not ignore the pale face of the guard who had followed him for twenty years, and waved to him to come to his side and explain in detail.

All officials and nobles both lengthened their ears and tried to hear clearly what Denzel said, but unfortunately the voice was too small. Even Perel, who was closest to the emperor, only heard two words - miscarriage.

"Bang!"

A heavy slap on Denzel's cheek.

"What are you doing?! How could this happen in the palace?" Brett was furious and kicked the guard down.

Thinking that the emperor's anger was related to him, Muta hurriedly asked: "What happened?"

"You all retreat, and today's parliament ends here." The following topic is not suitable for the ministers and nobles to discuss. Bret waved his hand and signaled everyone to leave.

When the gate of the parliamentary hall closed again, the emperor grabbed Denzel's collar and asked, "Why did Prince Naya miscarriage!"

"What, miscarriage?" Muta suddenly disappeared and excitedly stepped forward to grab the guard who was almost twice as old as him: "What the hell is going on?"

His inheritance rights were based on children. If Perel had not been born without the emperor's favor, the ancestral rules could not be overcome by the emperor's favor.

"I want to know the specific reason." Glazed at Perel, who was still bowing his head, Bret tried not to take his anger on him, because the emperor knew that his eldest son did not have the courage to do such a thing.

"The doctor's diagnosis is... It is said that he took medicine that can have an abortion..." Denzel's teeth trembled. This is not because his and his subordinates' protection work is not in place, but... he can't defend himself at all.

"Who? Who dares to do this in this palace?" The emperor was furious. Anyone with discerning eyes knew that he intended to pass the throne to Muta, and who dared to use such a black hand.

"What did Naya take before her miscarriage?" Muta's eyes were so bitter that if the drugged person stood in front of him, he would have been torn to pieces.

"A cup of tea."

Muta was still asking where the tea came from, but Bret let go of his hand and fell back to the throne of the emperor.

In order to ensure that the fetus could be born safely, he not only sent heavy troops to guard the guard, but also specially invited the Holy Light Priest from St. Vasetis to pray for blessings. The diet was the maid who had followed him since his prince's time. He could drink tea mixed with abortion pills for his daughter-in-law through such a tight line of defense. The entire palace... no, there was only one person in Notting.

"Knock! Knock!" The knock on the door sounded particularly loud in the empty parliamentary hall.

"His Majesty Albert summoned His Highness Perel." A female voice came into the ears of the father and son through the tight wooden door.

Perel followed the female official with a bland steps. His father's blue face and his younger brother's pale face made him a little dizzy. It was not until Hermann reminded him that he had found himself standing in front of the gate of the Rainbow Palace at the highest point of the palace.

"His Majesty Alberrecht is inside, and there is the divine realm ahead. Only those who are summoned can enter. I am sorry that I can no longer lead the way for you." The female official bowed slightly.

With a chaotic nod, Perel pushed open the door of the palace marked as the realm of God alone. All the abdicated emperors were regarded as servants of God, and even if they only had a few months of life, they had to go to this palace to cultivate.

"Herman, is it you..." Before Sarach finished speaking, he was stared at by the clerk.

"Not me."

"Since it's not you, who else will help Your Highness..." Although Sarach is reckless, this does not mean that he can't even figure out the situation in the country.

Because of his unpopularity, the ministers and nobles also alienated Perel, who should have been the future ruler of the empire. In addition to having no children, even the Duchy of Ditis, who was originally on the side of the crown prince, did not have the same firmness as before. In addition to Herman, who was born in Ditis, would he risk offending the emperor and the future new emperor and invite the Great Alberrecht who had abdicated for many years?

"I heard that His Majesty Alberrecht made an exception today to summon Duke Mendel. Perhaps it was his idea."

"What, Grand Duke Taran...it was him..." Sarach obviously didn't expect that the person who helped would be Grand Duke Taran.

That crony duke? Lucien is the second only to His Highness Muta, who is willing to help His Highness Perel... What's going on?

"Instead of thinking about it, let's wait for the result honestly." Hermann moved his eyes from the slowly closed hall gate to the sky without a trace of clouds.
Chapter completed!