The Youngest Prince Of The English Royalty House [EN]: Chapter 19

[Becoming a Duke (2)]

Goodness.

My teacher became the Pope.

This was truly unimaginable.

But I still can’t believe it, so I mull over the fact again.

Goodness.

The new Pope is my teacher.

“No, how can my teacher, who hasn’t been a cardinal for long, become His Holiness the Pope? Is that even possible?”

“Hahaha.”

I spoke with a puzzled expression, but my father just laughed.

No, this isn’t just a laughing matter.

The Pope in medieval Europe, unlike the Pope in modern Europe,

is the ruler of the Church with unimaginable power.

Unlike the history I knew.

The fact that the second Pope from England was born.

Means that England, which is already strong, has gained a new weapon.

No matter how untouchable my teacher has become as the Pope, blood is thicker than water.

The problem is that it’s surprising that my teacher, who hasn’t been a cardinal for long,

became the Pope so quickly.

To my astonished words, my father slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said.

“It was possible.”

“How?”

“Because I and the Holy Roman Emperor Frederick ‘agreed’.”

In vulgar terms, a compromise with the times!

Even though it’s known as the age of faith, is this okay?

“…”

I was silent for a moment.

I thought about the recent crackdown.

There is a reason for everything in the world.

When England cracked down in Western Europe,

the Holy Roman Empire, which should have kept it in check, remained still.

That couldn’t have been a coincidence!

I couldn’t stop my astonishment and asked my father again.

“Then, the mobilization of the army this time too?”

“That was also part of the discussion with Emperor Frederick.”

“Then, Duke Lionheart coming to my territory too?”

“That too is something that has been concluded with the Holy Roman Empire.”

Emperor Frederick of the Holy Roman Empire was involved in everything.

This feels ominous.

The anxiety I’ve felt in many ways!

“Gasp, then. Was I used?”

Turns out I was a pawn on the board between the Holy Roman Empire and England?

Is there such a twist?

Could it be that my father.

Sucker-punched the most unambitious and pure youngest son in the world,

Bbam!

Did you hit me?

Seeing my expression, my father let out a refreshing laugh.

“Hahaha, well, it might look that way.”

“But rather, I was used by you.”

“Yes?”

My father was used by me, what does that mean?

As I looked at my father with a blank expression, my father raised the corners of his mouth and said.

“What’s the reason you married into the Claire family out of so many families?”

“…”

It seemed too pathetic to say it myself,

I desperately remained silent.

Then my father kindly told me what was on my mind.

“In the end, it’s to get the territory of Ireland, which can move independently. The Claire family is influenced by that Ireland.”

“My father is right.”

There was no need to hide it, so I readily admitted the truth. Well, there’s nothing new to hide.

In the first place, the territory I wanted was,

The rebellious island of Ireland next to England.

It wasn’t the honey land of West France, but a land of possibilities.

Moreover, if I develop the navy well, it’s a safer territory than the West France territory.

“If the Duke of Ireland is appointed and your in-laws, the Claire family, help, there is no better great lord.”

“That’s also what my father said. Then Duke Lionheart too?”

“If Duke Lionheart had gone to other guys besides you, what would have happened? John, a great lord who has lost his territory is the most dangerous commander.”

A civil war worse than the last great rebellion would break out.

“It would have been terrible.”

“Those guys who are regrouping their troops in Normandy are dangerous. No matter how unambitious you seem,

they will target you.”

That’s right.

My brothers are too scary.

To think my father cares about me this much.

As expected, filial piety is always right.

If the goal was to threaten potential enemies and make an Englishman the Pope.

Now that you’ve achieved your goal, it seems like it’s time to know satisfaction and stop.

“Then is the mobilization of the army over now?”

“No. There are more things to do in the future.”

Hmm?

The goal of the Lionheart’s great army seems to be higher.

In this situation, is it difficult for me to live peacefully?

I said to my father with an uneasy face.

“Then what about me?”

Do I have to play the role of commander again this time?

Fortunately, reassuring words came from my father’s mouth.

“You are different from those guys. Haven’t you done enough already?”

Yes! I’m the powerless youngest son, so I can’t immediately join the great army.

Anyway, just getting Ireland last time,

I’ve already paid for my bread!

“Now that Sir Thomas, no, Pius II is the Pope and he is on our side, the options have increased…”

After muttering that, my father said to me.

“Mortain has appointed a representative who is favorable to you, so now go to your new territory, Ireland.”

“Father, I want to stay here longer.”

Tears didn’t flow down, but I really didn’t want to leave.

Is the London Healing Camp already over?

“See you later. Duke of Ireland.”

Anyway, that’s how the reunion of father and son ended, and I now had to return to my daily life as a ‘real adult’.

Huhuhu.

It was a good rest.

Now I have to go to work.

**

-West France Mortain Territory-

I came to Mortain after a long time, but I had to pack my bags right away.

It’s a shame, but now is the time for us to part.

The title of Count of Mortain will continue to be maintained with my title in the future,

Due to the size of the territory and political importance,

I, the Duke of Ireland, must leave for Ireland.

My heart was already breaking. They say first love is poignant!

I haven’t been in this Mortain territory for long, but.

I’ve experienced several things in my own way, so it was a new feeling.

‘Yahoo, I’m the Count of Mortain!’

I think of that innocent Safe Zone in those days when I was jumping around.

I also think of Philip’s dirty scheme.

Anyway, everything I experienced here.

It will be forgotten like a midsummer night’s dream.

‘Goodbye, Mortain.’

As I recalled the past and felt complicated, my wife quietly approached and said.

“John, I think I know that feeling now.”

“Is that so?”

“Leaving the stuffy nest of the Claire family, how fun this Mortain was as your wife.”

Ahem, it was fun.

When Mary directly took up her sword and killed those who were causing trouble last time,

I was so surprised.

“Mary, don’t ever pick up a sword again.”

“Protecting my life is my swordsmanship.”

As expected of a descendant of the Vikings, she is full of confidence.

“As much as possible. I’ll make sure there’s nothing dangerous.”

“Well, I’ll try to refrain as much as possible.”

“I have to leave here already!”

Not long after.

The moment of real farewell was approaching.

I have to hand over Mortain to the agent and leave for Ireland.

The agent is, of course, Duke Heinrich Lionheart.

He was the one who understood Mortain the best,

He was the nobleman my father could trust the most.

“Duke of Ireland, I will protect this place well. I’ll keep trying to realize that crop rotation too.”

“Please take good care of the territory. Brother-in-law.”

“Managing this small territory is not very difficult for a former Prince-Elector.”

I said goodbye to my brother-in-law Heinrich, who had become close to me.

“John, thank you. I’m living comfortably thanks to you. Be careful there too. Sniff.”

“Sister, don’t worry.”

Then Matilda looked at my wife and said.

“And Mary, thank you for taking care of this lacking sister-in-law all this time.”

“Rather, you took care of me. I’m grateful.”

“Mary, I really… I’ll never forget it. You helped me when I was in the most difficult time.”

Matilda hugged Mary, shedding tears.

After a short time passed like that.

“Can’t you leave?”

“Please visit us sometimes.”

“Long live the Duke of Ireland!”

The territorial people regretted their separation from me in their own ways.

But now is really the time to go.

The procession of vassals, soldiers, and Jews following me on the road to Ireland moved.

It’s a new path of challenge.

**

-Ireland-

Sigh.

It smelled like Ireland.

The smell of the island that I will soon get used to!

Looking at me like that,

Peter, who became the Chief Secretary of State of Ireland, said to me.

“Prince, now this rebellious island is our new territory.”

“A new territory.”

Yes, it’s a larger territory than Mortain, and there are many problems to solve.

When I paused for a moment.

Peter said to me with trustworthy eyes.

“Now Ireland has been completely annexed, but you will be able to do ‘well’.”

“Yes, I have to do ‘well’.”

Ireland, the rebellious island, was perfectly annexed in two installments.

Some native lords had autonomy,

Now they have been expelled from here and are imprisoned in the Tower of London.

Looking at my current political situation, I am now Ireland.

To be exact.

My rule of Ireland was simple.

With the help of the shovel-wielding Irish lords,

I was able to take Ireland into my hands with as little blood as possible.

Because there was the halo of the Norman lord Claire family in the north of Ireland.

If I just humbly pick up a spoon,

They will take care of me, saying, ‘Our proud brother-in-law Prince John, here is the influence of Ireland.’

Prince John, the original, was not married to the Claire family,

His temper was so bad that it was difficult to seize Ireland.

But I am different now.

No, I had to be different. How can I become a great aristocrat without seizing Ireland?

As with any territory, public sentiment, public sentiment is important.

Prince John, the original, did occupy Ireland when he was a prince.

He was intoxicated with his own excellence and mercilessly harassed the Irish.

I was properly taught and ridiculed by Philip.

But I am different.

I know the difference between Ireland and England well.

I know that now is the time for me to put forward goodness, not my pride.

As I arrived at the castle like that,

There were Irish people welcoming me.

Since I had been studying Irish since I was in London,

I didn’t need an interpreter.

“Long live Prince John!”

“O benevolent ruler of Ireland.”

They welcome me, but.

It’s not completely sincere.

“I have red hair.”

I said in perfect Gaelic (Irish).

“….”

The Irish were surprised to see me.

The first reason is that I speak their language well,

Another is that I have red hair, albeit partially.

The proud Englishman gave a good impression by giving his first greeting in their language.

In the first place, red hair is a characteristic of our Plantagenet men.

The symbol of the Irish is also red hair.

And there’s one more left.

“As the great lord of Ireland, I will continue the will of Saint Parig (Patrick).”

Saint Parig, who was born on the island of Britain but was kind and gentle to the Irish.

Referring to that name is nothing more than declaring the direction of my rule!

Of course, the reaction was much better than before.

“Long live the Duke of Ireland!”

“Protect us.”

“Long live the good Duke John!”

Why do they like me so much?

I heard the obvious modifier of being good, but.

I, who was drawing a moderate assimilation policy, was in a good mood.

I don’t know if it’s the 18th century, but the sense of nationalism is not that deep yet.

If so.

I have to make them Irish Englishmen, not Celts (the people of Ireland) who are subordinate to England.

As time passed like that.

When I was about to get a little used to life in Ireland.

A new clergyman arrived in Dublin.

“Young King Henry sent me here. I am Lothair, the servant of the Lord.”

Ah.

I almost let out an exclamation just now.

A young clergyman of a similar age to me and with the name ‘Lothair’.

If my teacher is the English version of Song Si-yeol,

This person is someone who is on the level of Stalin.

Of course, the future is the future, but sending a young clergyman who is an eccentric himself and is doing well in Paris to my territory.

Ah. Really. Are my brothers starting to keep me in check?

To drop this Tsar bomb on my beloved territory.

But the basics of politics are facial expression management.

Rather, I welcomed the unwelcome guest with a happy expression.

“Welcome. To my Ireland!”

Leisurely and relaxed.

Ireland is warm