The Youngest Prince Of The English Royalty House [EN]: Chapter 1

[The Youngest Prince of a Dysfunctional Family – Episode 1]

[Wang Sang-jun] The Youngest Prince of a Dysfunctional Family 1-205 Complete

[Episode 1, The Birth of John]

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“Waaah!”

“Your Majesty, it is a healthy prince.”

“Oh, a prince.”

“I’m so glad, Your Majesty, that it’s a prince.”

I could hear the voices of an old midwife and a young couple close to my ear.

Yes, it seems I have been reincarnated.

How did I understand them, you ask?

My mother and aunt in my previous life were French, and one of my majors in college was medieval French.

Anyway, I need to think.

It seems I am a French prince now. Well, a prince is better than a princess.

Of course, I didn’t cry as loudly as other babies.

I just gave a ‘Waaah!’ as a bit of fan service and kept my ears open.

By the way, if it’s medieval French, could I really be in the medieval French royal family?

Seeing them using medieval French, if I’m lucky, I was born into the House of Capet or the House of Valois [two prominent French royal houses].

However, before long, I had no choice but to cry three times in a row like a baby.

“Waaah, Waaah, Waaah!”

It was to show my presence.

“Your name is John. John Plantagenet.”

Ah, I wasn’t the prince of the French royal family I had so longed for.

To think that my reincarnation is John, the foolish king who is considered one of the biggest idiots in English history, my heart was very sore, painful, and depressed.

The reason is not only because I am John.

“Eleanor, thank you for giving birth to such a handsome son again. I am so happy.”

“Henry, my partner! I am so happy. I wish time would stop like this.”

They’re sickeningly sweet. Sickeningly sweet!

Of course, a catastrophe will come to that handsome and beautiful couple later.

Due to Henry II’s womanizing, the Angevin-Plantagenet family, our family, will become the worst dysfunctional family in English history, in a word.

Henry II, a womanizer who would probably endure even the Day of Judgment if he had wine and beautiful women.

Eleanor, the mother who grinds her teeth and looks for a chance to drive out that father.

Henry, the first son of the pro-rebellion (the prelude to the rebellion)

Richard, the second son of the pro-rebellion (that’s right, Richard the Lionheart! A successful rebel!)

Geoffrey, the third son of the pro-rebellion (a formidable schemer)

And countless illegitimate children who played supporting roles and extras.

A lineup that makes my chest feel so full it will explode and die!

To think that I was born as the youngest of that scary family.

What did I do wrong to be born as the youngest of this family?

My sisters came in with my mother.

Matilda, Eleanor the Younger (same name as mother), and Joan, my 1-year-old sister, looking at me in her mother’s arms.

‘And I have three older brothers above me.’

At least at this point, our father and mother were very much in love.

Well, they are both handsome and beautiful and young, so it’s time for love to burn!

I’m thinking like an adult, but I’m still a weak baby John, just a young baby who has to listen to the ‘Oh, how cute’ from cute girls.

“John, so cute!”

Matilda, the oldest sister who inherited her grandmother’s name, came to me and stroked my head.

“I want to touch him too.”

“Me too!”

“Baba (Joan)!”

“Yes, you have to touch your pretty youngest brother.”

The three sisters are making a fuss to touch my head.

Abu! (Ah, gently, please)

Fortunately, my mother thoroughly blocked my sisters’ atrocities.

“Baby, grow up healthy.”

Following my sisters, this time my scary brothers came to welcome young me.

“The Crown Prince is entering!”

A handsome boy with slightly reddish hair came in.

“Ah!”

“John, a very nice name.”

Saying that, Prince Henry stared at me.

“…Are you a wolf? Or a lion?”

It seems like he’s saying good things in front of the baby.

The first brother, who gave an ominous trailer, left like that.

Now it’s the second brother’s turn.

“Prince Richard is entering.”

Unlike the eldest brother Henry, who has the same name as his father, this person named Richard

He is Richard I, the Lionheart of the future.

“Abu!”

The ultimate winner.

Along with Henry V, the best general of medieval England.

I opened my eyes wide and looked at that great second brother.

Incredible physique even though he is a young boy.

A scary boy with a body that seems like he’s going to bury people. Is this a human weapon?

Indeed, a figure worthy of being called a strategic bomber against Islam.

Even as a kid, he’s like this, how scary would he be when he reaches his physical prime after his 20s?

“…”

Brother Richard was silent for a while.

He just stared at me as if observing me.

“Abu!”

I smiled as brightly as possible and acted cute in front of Brother Richard.

It was a heavy atmosphere.

“Cute little brother.”

The first words from my second brother, who is 9 years older than me, were fortunately favorable.

Of course, that’s because I’m a weak and powerless baby.

“Prince Geoffrey is entering!”

Is it the last third brother now?

When Brother Geoffrey entered, I felt a strange momentum.

‘He’s like a villain from a cold city.’

Objectively, my father, Henry, and Brother Richard can be said to be handsome.

However, Geoffrey, with his reddish-brown hair, the characteristic of the Plantagenet family, is the most handsome.

It’s like he looks like a beautiful vampire?

“…”

Like Brother Richard, he has deep eyes.

“Abu!”

In front of Geoffrey, Brother Richard’s same-year-old younger brother.

I acted cute again.

Then, Brother Geoffrey.

He looked at me quietly and said.

“John… No, Lackland [meaning ‘landless’], I am your brother.”

Brother Geoffrey is smiling brightly. I hope he disappears quickly because he’s scary.

And not long after.

I was sick.

I was suffering from an unknown disease and couldn’t control my body.

My cry, which has a soul that cannot be called a real baby because I was reincarnated, was not because of hunger or bowel movements like other babies.

I cried in succession because it really hurt.

They say extreme pain gives extreme pleasure, and now I even felt a coolness like scratching an itchy spot.

The biggest enemy for a baby reincarnated into the past is not the vague fear of the future.

I also know roughly that it is common for newborn babies to die young.

To put it simply, a pre-modern baby’s fate is to not know when they will die as soon as they are born, and of course, I am now gambling with death.

“Yes, how is the condition?”

“Your Majesty… That is.”

“Speak quickly!”

The doctor is embarrassed, and the clergyman is praying.

I have an uneasy feeling.

Is the crisis of death coming to me, who is not even 1 year old?

The River Jordan is already visible [a metaphor for death or passing into the afterlife].

My French mother and Korean diplomat father from my previous life warn me.

Don’t cross this river.

When I’m so sick that I see hallucinations.

That Eleanor, who was arrogant and picky.

Our mother is trembling.

“Henry, I can’t lose John like Guillaume.”

Then I’m sick to death, but the clergyman prayed.

“Lord…”

“Sir Thomas, please continue to pray. I don’t want to experience the pain of losing a child twice.”

Henry II, the owner of that proud western France and the great monarch of England, is crying, but the most sad and painful is me.

“Waaah!”

“Waaah~~~”

I kept crying desperately to let them know that I was in pain.

Since the doctors couldn’t treat me, my parents called a clergyman and held a prayer meeting.

Anyway, they want to save me.

Well, I feel like I’m going to die.

As such, a time of suffering passed due to an unknown disease.

“Oh God, Prince John has revived with your grace.”

“Let’s dedicate this child to the Lord like Samuel. As a servant of the Lord!”

“That can’t be!”

“Then I will appoint you, the most capable servant of the Lord, as his teacher.”

The clergyman, who suddenly became my teacher, was embarrassed, but Henry II nonchalantly passed me on.

“A wise teacher like you is needed for my youngest children.”

What are you doing in front of a baby who came back from the dead?

The warm sun shining through the window.

I, who was fully enjoying that warmth, shouted.

‘I’m alive, I’m alive!’

Of course, only timidly in my heart.

I’m 4 years old. Of course, not the Korean age, but the European full age.

Being a hateful 4-year-old means.

At least it means that I have overcome the gateway to infant mortality.

My parents were also happy that I had surpassed the age of my older brother Guillaume (1153-1156), who died young.

They held a special amnesty and a national banquet.

They also slipped a huge bribe to His Holiness the Pope.

Of course, if I were a 100% pure medieval person,

I would have been impressed that everything was only God’s will.

‘I’m going to win the damn house again and again.’

Rather, I had a resentful heart.

My previous life was difficult.

A cruel death could have been my salvation.

[Henry, what have I done for you? But you betrayed me like this!]

I reincarnated in the Middle Ages and became a prince watching royal couple fights in real time.

Family fights are still fun because you can feel joy, anger, sadness, and pleasure. Studying again was the most tiring.

But the powerful never let go of knowledge and learning.

Learning here becomes culture for the upper class.

But when will it end?

“Your Highness. You must concentrate.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Prince John, the prophet Nathan said to David.”

Intellectuals in medieval Europe were clergymen.

So my tutor was also a bishop-level clergyman.

But what the clergyman is teaching me now is not a normal class.

It’s a class that compares our father, who is light on his feet [promiscuous], to the womanizing monarch David.

He’s a teacher who’s really showing his true colors.

‘He’s dissing my father with the Bible.’

Like David, who had a splendid history of women, seeing my father producing countless illegitimate children in the first half of France-England.

It’s natural for this stubborn clergyman to be scolded.

But it’s not something to tell a prince.

Oh, right. Our great teacher’s dream is to be executed by his father, right?

What would our teacher say? If you think of it as a touching analogy, it’s the English version of Song Si-yeol [a Joseon Dynasty scholar who was critical of the king]!

Of course, he’s an Englishman, so he’s a clergyman who only lives for today and wants an ax instead of poison.

‘Our dad is Henry II, who is conscious of the Pope. If he were the heartless Henry VIII, he would be burned at the stake, you bastard.’

Right then. The teacher who came to me said with a sacred expression,

“I hope Your Highness will study hard and become a great servant of the Lord like Samuel.”

“I hate it.”

I think it would be better to be a rogue royal than to be a clergyman.

But my childhood was not peaceful.

While taking a walk with my father Henry II, urgent news was heard in Westminster Palace.

“Your Majesty, it’s a rebellion! Princes Henry, Richard, and Geoffrey have joined forces with the Queen to start a rebellion!”

Ah, ah. A dysfunctional family’s family fight is a civil war.

The country of the protagonist.

The territory of England.