The Youngest Prince Of The English Royalty House [EN]: Chapter 3

[Episode 3, World Star John]

I groveled to my father like a pitiful Joseon crown prince trying to retract his abdication.

“I have something to say to the King of England and the Lord of Western France.”

I deliberately used the title ‘Royal Father,’ but Henry II was pleased when I called him by his full name like this.

“Speak, John. I intend to give you Aquitaine.”

Ah, I don’t want it!

“Aquitaine should remain Henry II’s territory.”

“That’s obvious.”

“Then why did you say that?”

Why did you give me the Aquitaine territory, like pressing a berserk button?

My father replied calmly to my question.

“To see your brothers’ loyalty.”

Wow… he’s using this.

“But not a single one of them took the bait. How truly disappointing.”

Seeing my father’s very disappointed expression, I sighed.

As expected, Henry II.

So cunning!

“So, the Aquitaine territory really has nothing to do with it?”

“That, I do not know.”

He’s making me anxious again. Seriously!

At that moment, I wanted to travel.

“Since I was surprised by Father, I should go to France to get engaged to the princess.”

“Huh, do you still have the will to challenge her? This father doesn’t think it will be easy even if you request an engagement again.”

But I didn’t back down and spoke confidently.

“Royal Father, this son wants to marry the most beautiful woman in the world. Wouldn’t my sons and daughters then be the most handsome and beautiful?”

The majority of my father’s mistresses are from France.

“Hmm. That is true.”

“I am a brave man of England and a glorious descendant of William the Conqueror. Giving up is for the French.”

This era is barbaric, but it is also an era of chivalry and romance.

Showing Henry II’s greatness and the youngest prince’s spirit, born as his great child, my father clapped his hands heavily.

“Oho, my son! Then try again!”

This world allowed me to get a chance.

To be honest, I was slightly grateful, not greatly.

“Thank you, Father.”

Even I think I am the youngest prince who deserves to be loved.

In any case, I went to the Kingdom of France, escorted by countless knights.

I still haven’t fully adjusted to seasickness.

The moment I stepped on land, I could smell France.

“Peter! Look at that sunlight. Don’t you think I’ll succeed in winning the princess’s heart and getting engaged this time?”

“Your Highness… I have nothing to say.”

“Haha, I was just saying.”

I covered up Peter’s blatant reaction with an awkward laugh.

Of course, the Kingdom of France in this era was in a pitiful situation, having had its western territories taken away by our Plantagenet lords.

Yet, my father, Henry II, is the monarch who wants to completely annex the Kingdom of France.

Of course, sly French royals like Louis VII wouldn’t stand idly by!

“Our great France welcomes Prince John.”

As soon as we entered Paris, France, French nobles belonging to Louis VII’s faction glared at me and asserted their pride.

Of course, even if the knights try to look cool, I don’t waver.

I acknowledge the romance of the Capetian dynasty [a ruling house of France], but what I like is the Valois dynasty and Bourbon France.

And right now, France is full of sly people gaslighting our dysfunctional family.

“I may not have a territory, but I am just a prince with love in my heart.”

I struck a pose like that and went to Paris, which is France itself.

The king was there.

“I greet the King of the Kingdom of France.”

‘Yeah, your France is actually East France. My father has taken all of the West.’

I thought in my heart, but I greeted my prospective father-in-law with utmost courtesy.

“Oho, the great youngest son of England, John, you’ve come again.”

“Try again. My daughter is precious, but I will give you enough chances for John.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

It sounds like he supports me, but Louis VII is actually teasing me.

“Our Kingdom of France has many things for Prince John to enjoy, so please enjoy them. It would be even better if you spend a lot of money.”

Since I came in person, he seems to be expecting tourism revenue.

After greeting the French monarch Louis VII, I immediately went to find the target to become an engagement appellant.

“Princess Agnes.”

Agnes is called the Helena (an incredibly beautiful woman) of France. Of course, that’s a future story, and she’s so cute right now as a young girl that I want to pinch her cheeks.

“You know my position well, so why did you come again?”

“I wish you would marry me. My angel.”

Princess Agnes of France, who will surely become the strongest beauty in the world when she grows up!

The ones who are after this woman are, in fact, those damned Greeks. Those pitiful people who call themselves the Roman Empire.

“Princess Agnes, would you like to hear my ballad?”

He looks quite impressive as a teenager.

But I, who have already sent my conscience to the River Lethe [a river in Hades whose waters cause forgetfulness], was a worldwide idol-like ‘minstrel.’

“Hmm… okay, I’ll listen once.”

Good, cute princess.

I’ll show you something good!

“Peter, give me the lute.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

First, let me tune it.

-Ting, ting.

I picked up the lute again. I sang a song made by an old poet named Edgar Allan Poe from a distant past.

I changed my voice to be lonely, just right for a ballad.

The important thing is that my voice is still a boyish soprano.

“Many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
There lived a maiden whom you may know
By the name of Agnes;─
But she refused to love me and be my love, that was the heartbreaking reason~”

To the soft accompaniment of the lute, a gentle song flowed from my lips.

Agnes, who had rejected my engagement with a troubled face, seemed to be drawn in for a moment.

“That’s a wonderful song. But I will not accept your proposal this time either.”

I was rejected again.

But it doesn’t matter.

In the first place, I don’t want the engagement to succeed.

If there is a commonality between the 21st century and the 12th century, it is that rumors travel very fast.

Unfortunately, my third brother, who is plotting something sinister in the Brittany territory, even came to find me.

Geoffrey, who came to me while I was quietly drinking milk to grow taller,

laughed at me with a face as handsome as a Hollywood actor.

“Puhahaha, our John’s desperate love story has reached Brittany, no, to the ends of Samaria.”

“Brother, don’t laugh. This youngest son has been dumped.”

“Hahaha.”

Geoffrey, who specializes in being cynical, burst out laughing.

In this era, the phrase ‘to the ends of Samaria’!

In short, it means that the whole world will know that I have been rejected again.

‘I need to grow taller.’

I need to drink another glass of milk out of shame.

Drinking expensive, unprocessed, sweet milk gave me courage.

“Brother, I will definitely get engaged.”

“Of course. You have become Paris, who gave up the territory of Aquitaine and craves love.”

Paris.

A prince of Troy from Greek and Roman mythology.

If we leave out the incredibly long myth, he is a prince who ruined his country by messing with the wrong woman.

Whoa, whoa, you can’t compare me to that man.

“Even though you seduce with such an unprecedented ballad. You can’t get love. You really have no luck in love, it’s really a pity.”

“It’s because my brothers are too handsome.”

“Stop with the worthless words. The important thing is that your rumors will spread all over the world soon. Many people will laugh and enjoy your tragedy.”

“Ah…”

Confessing to Agnes in Paris was half a gamble.

But it’s honestly a bit pitiful that I’m becoming a laughing stock.

To the ends of Samaria… it’s really terrible.

“John, that’s the fate of a celebrity.”

At that time, I looked at Geoffrey’s face.

As expected, it’s the evil Geoffrey.

As Prince Geoffrey’s slightly strange curse foretold.

The fact that Prince John was rejected once again, despite singing a wonderful ballad called [For Agnes], became known to the world.

Here is Chinon, France.

A beautiful woman who loves milk like a son, even in exile, and often drinks savory milk.

She said sadly.

“To reject our John again. The French princess is truly too much~”

“Mother, you don’t sound sincere at all.”

Beside her was Henry the Young King, the ‘co-king’ of England, who inherited her beauty intact.

Of course, he felt sorry for his youngest brother John, who was rejected again this time.

“Henry. This mother always speaks sincerely.”

“If that were the case, wouldn’t you have visited the youngest more often? John is the one who was so lonely that he made the bastard Peter his servant. Isn’t he cute?”

“So, didn’t I save Peter’s ‘biological mother’?”

“Anyway, John, that guy won’t know anything.”

Eleanor, who raised the corners of her mouth again at her eldest son’s words, said.

“It would be even better if we had two French princesses as our daughters-in-law. Why is the French princess so heartless?”

“Isn’t it because of those Greek Empire guys? She is humoring the youngest because she is reluctant to see France and the Eastern Roman Empire colluding. My ruthless Royal Father.”

“My son Henry, don’t worry. This mother will live for you.”

Thus, the sinister mother and son recalled their hatred for Henry II.

And here there is enormous debt, complex diplomatic routes, and many trials, but.

The Eastern Roman Empire is booming again these days!

In the imperial palace of the country that their own people call the legitimate Roman Empire, sad news was delivered.

John, the world-renowned minstrel and Prince of England, was reportedly rejected for engagement by the French princess, a tearful piece of news.

Although they are preparing for the marriage of their son and Princess Agnes.

“So, Prince John was rejected for engagement again?”

Manuel I felt like he really didn’t know Prince John.

To the people of the world, Prince John is just a clown, but.

Perhaps his son, Crown Prince Alexios’s rival, does not capture people’s hearts.

‘Tsk, tsk, if he was so humiliated, he would have given up.’

I have many things to be angry about these days, but when I think about Prince John’s confession, I laugh.

Even the citizens of Constantinople, who grind their teeth at the mention of Westerners, are trying to hide their ridicule for Prince John of the uncivilized Britain.

‘Ah, why does Prince John keep getting rejected?’ they sigh.

If this is the reaction of Constantinople, which foams at the mouth at the mention of Westerners, what about other places?

This is the Kingdom of Jerusalem, founded by French nobles.

The king, who protects God’s sacred sanctuary, also heard the news.

“Sister, John has failed to get engaged again.”

“Your Majesty, why did John make such a foolish challenge?”

“Although he is rejected every time. John is a singing prince, a truly charming child. I wish I had a younger sister for him.”

“Isn’t it unavoidable? Still, Prince John’s ballad makes my heart flutter today. If only I were a little younger.”

Here is the Holy Roman Empire.

The monarch with the red beard heard John’s news and said.

“He’s too weak, he should be like his father. For example, stealing Princess Isabel, the Crown Princess of France.”

“Your Majesty, then there will be a war between France and England.”