The Youngest Prince Of The English Royalty House [EN]: Chapter 4

[Episode 4 A Surprise Guest]

I was rejected by Princess Agnes. Again.

Prince John, destined to return to England with a sad expression, was surprisingly still in the Kingdom of France.

Because there was still work to be done.

I checked the final list and, with a beaming face, addressed the assembled guests.

“With this, everyone has arrived.”

“…. Everyone has gathered at the invitation of Prince John.”

A Frenchman, clearly not used to such gatherings, tried to appear sophisticated and courteous, but…

I absolutely hate things that are so unnatural.

As the self-proclaimed chairman of this sacred gathering of the youngest sons, formed in Paris, I must project magnificent dignity!

“Well, I’m not even an heir to the throne, so let’s be comfortable. Frankly, we’re already treated poorly enough at home, so there’s no need to stand on ceremony here, is there?”

“As expected, Prince John is magnanimous.”

“Ahem, here I’m Prince Jean!”

We were openly meeting in Paris, in the Kingdom of France, but…

It’s sad that there are no nobles bothering to keep tabs on me.

Even though it’s a gathering of the youngest sons who are often ridiculed.

To be so underestimated breaks my heart.

“Thank you for your hard work during that time.”

“Indeed, it was very difficult.”

A sick patient knows the heart of another sick patient, and only the youngest sons truly understand the feelings of other youngest sons.

Those who understood each other’s feelings so well drank fresh beer and got drunk.

Drunk on emotions and drunk on beer.

“Long live the youngest!”

I said, raising my glass.

-Long live the youngest!

After the toast ended, we crossed our arms in an X, like in some movie, and…

Said seriously.

“Youngest forever!”

It was a signal I created.

However, we were not a gathering of masterminds plotting some conspiracy.

Rather, there were people everywhere who ridiculed us.

Yes, this gathering is just a drinking party.

Wine rumored to be expensive in France and beer from England overflowed.

A gathering where pitiful and sad youngest sons, ignored by their brothers and even illegitimate children in various families, simply get together and play.

That is the essence of this gathering.

“Now, everyone. Let’s not lose hope. We can do it.”

I said, filled with resentment.

The path of the youngest is to laugh and move on, even while being ignored by their brothers.

I already feel like crying.

But I swallowed those emotions and said cheerfully, raising my glass.

“Even if life deceives us, the youngest, let’s not be discouraged or sad.”

“That’s right!”

“That’s correct.”

“Did we even want to be born as the youngest?”

“That’s right. We are not sinners.”

“Well… they tell me to become a clergyman, while giving me only a pittance of property.”

“They’re trying to forcibly send me to a monastery because I’m the youngest.”

“I was forcibly dragged into the Crusades. I barely managed to escape.”

The youngest sons who receive only meager estates or money each time.

Tears welled up in the eyes of the youngest.

Even if they are the youngest sons of families who can be said to be nobles among nobles, who can come to Paris without a care.

Sadness is sadness.

“Of course, the reason we gathered here is not to cause family strife.”

There is no youngest here plotting patricide with a bamboo spear, trying to harm their brothers.

I’m on the verge of depression, and if I don’t relieve it like this, I might commit a great sin before the Lord.

After that time of release ended.

Now it’s time for exchange.

-Clap.

“Now, the greatest product trade of the great youngest begins.”

The merchants brought by the youngest began to move busily at my words.

The merchants of Clopot under my command also moved quickly.

“This is a specialty from our territory.”

“This is an antique that my brother gave me with a big heart.”

“This is a valuable item from our territory.”

“Now, let’s sell it quickly.”

“There are products to show to those from England.”

Of course, if there is a meeting, there is a time to part.

Before we knew it, it was time for us to part.

It’s also time for the youngest, filled with regret, to lament.

“Ah, already the time.”

“Now, I can’t be satisfied with just a banquet.”

“There’s a grand banquet in Champagne, are you going there?”

“Why would I go to such a boring place?”

“This is the real deal.”

Those who are so regretful, but.

It’s time to slowly leave now.

‘Still, I gained a lot.’

I was able to hear about the state of the European continent from the French or English (Norman) noble youngest.

And I was able to share friendship with several youngest.

Finally, it was time to leave France for England.

My brothers are playing in comfortable French territories, but I have to return to gloomy England…

Is this also the fate of the youngest?

Ah, ah, a bleak harbor calls me.

People have always liked to talk about others, then and now.

Today, behind me, who tasted the pain of unrequited love, I heard the murmuring of people.

“It’s Prince John! That’s him!”

The volume was high, as if to make sure I heard.

“He’s so handsome.”

“But why was his proposal rejected by the princess?”

My ears are too good, that’s the problem.

“Was it the 101st, no, the 200th rejection?”

It’s true that it’s been over dozens of times, but that seems a bit too much?

“Why doesn’t he give up on the princess?”

Because it’s the most effective way to make my name and purity known to the world, and…

Because it’s a place where I can meet the youngest.

Just as I was about to return to England.

“The Crown Prince Philippe is coming~”

An uninvited guest arrived.

“John, I heard you were rejected by Agnes. Are you leaving without saying hello to me? How unfortunate.”

Crown Prince Philippe came to tease me again. Damn French bastard.

“John, thanks to your ‘engagement,’ the lords have started to check you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, they are wary of you proposing to my sister. Do I have a lot of guys aiming for my beautiful sister?”

‘That damn thug from East France!’

In my past life, I liked France, but in this life, I like France so much that I wish it would be divided into several parts.

Of course, our family occupies most of the western part of the French continent, so the current France is East France.

Of course, there is no need to reveal such thoughts.

“Hahaha, you misunderstand!”

“Is that so? What I heard…”

The long-tongued French bastard’s talk time began.

But I laughed heartily at Crown Prince Philippe’s continued nonsense.

Rather, in my heart.

‘Those French noble youngest are very capable.’

I barely held back my laughter.

Among those youngest, there were many nobles who sided with Philippe and betrayed the original King John.

Of course, only I know that fact.

Be careful, something big will happen. Philippe. No, future Philippe II!

Anyway, after parting with the ridiculous Philippe, I returned to England.

Looking at the gloomy weather here.

I could see why my father, mother, and brothers liked the French territories.

The terrible rumor that Prince John was dumped by the French princess will spread widely from mouth to mouth like a fairy tale.

But because the rumor spread so quickly, a letter came from my mother, who was exiled in Chinon.

‘That damn Henry is afraid of me and moved the place of exile, but your mother believes in her son.’

It’s a lament from my mother that the place of exile will soon be changed to Salisbury Castle.

I don’t know who needs comfort.

I should have just left my mother in Chinon. Why bother changing the place of exile again?

My father also lives a tiring life.

It’s a harmonious family where true love is felt.

“Your Highness, your expression is a bit evil.”

“It’s not an evil expression, it’s a sad expression.”

My son’s heart is breaking.

Anyway, I declared to the world.

[Our John is Safe John. Not dangerous!]

I also secured emergency funds on the way. Of course, I am just a Safe John who failed in love.

“Ah… Agnes..”

“Can’t you just give up?”

“I’ll succeed next time. Don’t worry, Peter!”

“Will you?”

What I had to do now was to create a base without making enemies.

What can I do at the European age of 13, which is only the age to enter middle school in Korean age?

I am thinking about the future of this savory, bean-powder family [a family that is full of drama and conflict, like a dish made with savory and bean powder ingredients].

A pitiful lamb.

**

What John, born in ’66 [likely referring to the year 1166], has to do after returning to England is…

A reunion with his beloved father.

Our great father, Henry II, looked at his proud youngest son, who had been dumped by the French princess, and…

Barely held back his laughter.

“Ah, son! This father is happy that you returned safely.”

“Are you really happy?”

My father’s soul is already with his mistress in the French territory.

I didn’t feel any sincerity at all.

“Huh?”

“Really?”

I repeated the same words.

Like this, I was doubting my father’s sincerity.

“It seems like you’ve lost interest in me now that I’ve grown up.”

“It’s because of your brothers.”

“Aha!”

Looking at my father’s aging face, my heart aches a little.

Is it because I’m a filial son?

No, it’s because my brothers are *hot* filial sons! [sarcastic emphasis on their ambition for the throne]

Honestly, even I think that my brothers, if they ever had the chance…

They were people who would not hesitate to inherit the throne at any time.

But I am Safe John.

The only cute youngest who loves peace is.

“I don’t even have a territory, can you increase my allowance a little?”

It was too safe.

“Hehe, this guy! Get a grip! John!”

“But… I can’t help but want silk.”

The Asian soul inside me was crying out.

I want Song Dynasty silk!

**

While I was wearing a stylish new fashion made of Song Dynasty silk.

A guest came from the Eastern Roman Empire [Byzantine Empire].

They came to our island nation via Genoa, the Holy Roman Empire, Savoy, and France.

What are they thinking?

Of course, it has nothing to do with me, an ordinary youngest prince…

“This is Crown Prince Alexios of the Eastern Roman Empire.”

It wasn’t nothing.

Why is the crown prince here?

“Welcome to England.”

But I hid that feeling and spoke politely in Latin, the international common language.

However, I did not expect.

“Prince John! You are a coward.”

Suddenly, the crown prince had a seizure.

Did this guy go crazy after eating British food? The English food is pretty good these days?

I was wondering, but I calmly said.

“Me?”

“xxxx. xxxxx”

Then the little crown prince screamed like an ancient Greek.

But I don’t know Greek.

I thought he would speak French, which has recently become the common language of the West.

Suddenly, the crown prince started speaking in French, pretending to be cool.

“I am Alexios, the Crown Prince of the Eastern Roman Empire. You are just a prince of Britain, but I am the heir to the empire.”

It was a tone filled with annoyance, but I was surprised by another problem right now.

What, he knew how to speak French?

-Chills.

I didn’t know that the crown prince of the ‘Roman Empire’ would speak French, which was established by the barbarian Franks.

“I hate you so much that I learned French. John!”

“Yes?”

“Do not shake the heart of my love, Agnes.”

Why is the crown prince of the Eastern Roman Empire so excited?

“When did I?”

Yeah, I was coldly rejected by Princess Agnes and came back?

As expected, Greeks are strange.

“Your Highness, Westerners are indeed rude.”

At that time, an attendant next to the crown prince raised his voice, but…

“Uncle, have you forgotten the purpose of our visit to this island nation! And the beginning of it!”

“Your Highness, your words are a bit harsh. I am the one who was unfairly dragged to the countryside.”

It was not me who answered that rude remark, but the crown prince of the Eastern Roman Empire, and…

After that, the two were having a verbal battle with their arms and mouths like Greeks [referencing their expressive and animated way of arguing].

The problem is.

It was facial expression management.

“Peter. Uh, I miss my mother so much.”

“You are holding up well. Your Highness.”

The two fighting were too powerful.

The Greek’s gestures.

The Greek’s tone.

The Greek’s expression.

How can I endure this?

‘Mother, are you doing well in your place of exile?’

I thought of my mother, Eleanor, who was exiled for instigating a rebellion.

‘Mother, are you doing well there?’

Of course, I didn’t miss her.

The Crown Prince of the Eastern Roman Empire