Became The Son Of The Final Boss [EN]: Chapter 2

I quickly regained my composure. Though only a day had passed, I understood a lot more about Arun Karl Leord. The answer was in the status window.

-Arun Karl Leord

-Crown Prince

-Synchronization 50%

It meant that the synchronization between me and Arun Karl Leord was about half complete. I could tell without needing an explanation.

Arun Karl Leord’s memories piled up in my head.

“The status window was a unique setting for the hero Karen, the protagonist.”

The decisive reason why the hero Karen was able to defeat the final boss, Ron Karl Leord, and the great nation of the Calpheon Empire, was the status window.

The status window was the reason he could create capable companions, build a large force, and ultimately surpass Ron Karl Leord’s own abilities.

“Just as Karen grew through the status window, Arun can also grow quickly.”

The hero Karen had some trial and error when he first encountered the status window.

I know the status window better than anyone. Because I set it up.

I very naturally rang the bell by the bed to call Gail.

The door opened, and a dignified middle-aged man entered. He bowed deeply and said in a pleasant voice.

“Did you call, Your Highness?”

“Prepare breakfast.”

“I will prepare it immediately.”

Gail bowed once more and then exited. I could feel the ingrained politeness in his disciplined demeanor.

‘A member of my mother’s family.’

Many families were ruined in the aftermath of the conquest war waged by my father, Ron Karl Leord, and my mother’s family was one of them.

Although my father didn’t directly destroy the family, if there hadn’t been a conquest war, my mother’s family might have survived, maintaining their status as rural lords.

‘Was the early era of warring states too intense for that? Well, that part was glossed over so quickly.’ [Referring to a historical period often depicted in fiction.]

To survive well in the future, I decided to gather as much information as possible.

Finding out about my mother’s family was also part of the plan.

After my mother passed away, my father took in several empresses. Each one was a daughter of an influential family in the empire.

“Unlike the other princes, I don’t have the strong support of my mother’s family, but I have some of the wealth and spirit affinity that my mother left me, and Gail.”

I pondered over my mother’s family’s legacy while Gail prepared breakfast. Gail is an excellent person.

The Emperor was called a man of iron and blood, a man without tears, a cold-blooded man, and the epitome of cruelty. There was no way such a man would have consideration for someone who had been the servant of his deceased wife.

‘In Hero Karen, the Emperor’s only love was my mother, according to the setting.’

Nevertheless, his affection for my mother did not extend to consideration for Gail.

The reason the Emperor still keeps Gail in the palace is because of his ability.

If he became a knight right now, he would become the captain of one of the Imperial Knight Orders.

Gail still doesn’t sincerely pledge allegiance to the Emperor and is only loyal to my mother’s family.

“The Emperor is definitely like a final boss. He doesn’t receive loyalty, but he still doesn’t dismiss him because of his ability, and he puts him next to his incompetent son to somehow win him over.”

He may be someone who gives enough opportunities, rather than just being cold-hearted.

But the fact that even this Emperor eventually kicks the Crown Prince out of the Imperial Palace came to mind.

‘Don’t cause any accidents for the time being and gather strength.’

The way to get into the Emperor’s eyes was simple.

Ability.

Just show any ability.

The moment I muttered my resolution, I heard Gail’s voice.

“Your Highness, breakfast is ready.”

“Come in.”

Gail opened the door, and soon two maids brought in breakfast.

The other princes and princesses all eat with the Emperor in the dining hall. The reason they have breakfast with the Emperor every morning, which is extremely uncomfortable, is simple.

‘It’s to get into the Emperor’s eyes even once more, and to hear even one more passing word from the Emperor. I need to use the breakfast table too, but now is not the time.’

I, who used to be the epitome of timidity, was always afraid of the Emperor. My heart fluttered and I choked on my food whenever I heard his piercing gaze and cold voice.

I, Arun Karl Leord, ate breakfast in my room for a different reason than my character.

‘Let’s refrain from flashy actions for the time being.’

Only two days have passed since I was cursed by the Orc Shaman. Since the foolish and timid me caused an accident, it was natural to be afraid and hide in the room.

The maids bowed politely and left. After leaving the orphanage, there were many days when I just ate ramen, but I was already drooling over the dazzling delicacies.

Before I knew it, I stopped thinking and picked up a fork. I ate the food as slowly as possible, chewing it thoroughly.

Gail, who was always expressionless, seemed to find it strange that I was eating breakfast and asked quietly.

“Are you unwell, Your Highness?”

I shook my head.

“No. I often get indigestion, right? From now on, I’m going to eat food slowly and chew it thoroughly. All three meals, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, without skipping any.”

If someone were to hear my words now, they might say that I was talking about something trivial for too long.

But it was an important issue for me.

My slender wrist holding the fork was pitiful even to me.

Although my features resembled my father, I was so weak that I would collapse if touched.

‘I’ll start by gaining weight.’

I regretted that I hadn’t written about the process of Arun Karl Leord gaining strength.

I only diligently wrote about him being kicked out of the Imperial Palace and suffering all kinds of hardships, and then suddenly appearing in the later part to screw over the Empire, but I omitted the process of building his strength.

‘He was a necromancer… If I bloom that talent again, it would be perfect to be branded as a traitor. From the beginning, I have no intention of living like the characters I set up. I should talk to Gail.’

Gail is someone who knows me better than anyone. After my mother passed away, it was as if he raised me.

I still ate slowly and said.

“Let’s have a cup of tea after I finish eating, Gail.”

Gail’s eyebrows twitched as if my words were unexpected.

Indeed, it was almost the first time I had directly asked Gail for something.

“You must not leave the Imperial Palace.”

Gail’s worry was natural, as I had gone to the northern forest under the pretext of wanting to look around outside the Imperial Palace, and then suffered from the curse of the Orc Shaman and wandered between life and death.

I smiled faintly.

“It’s not that.”

* * *

I used all sorts of materials, including traditional fantasy, fusion fantasy, game fantasy, and martial arts.

Everything looked good, and I brought in an infinite number of ways to give strength to the protagonist, so in the end, it degenerated into a novel with an unrecognizable form. But now those settings are helping me in their own way.

‘The game system’s status window is currently an ability that only I and the protagonist have.’

The protagonist Karen grows while using the status window excellently, but originally Arun Karl Leord did not have a status window.

He became a necromancer, but only grew to the intermediate level.

Still, thanks to the specialty of being a necromancer, he put the empire in quite a bit of trouble, but in the end, he gave his companions of Karen an excuse to abandon him.

I, who have become Arun Karl Leord, am different.

I had no intention of becoming a necromancer, raising corpses, or casting black magic.

‘That ability is tempting, but I can’t use it openly. Apart from the fact that people’s perception is not good, it’s against the laws of the empire.’

What if I recklessly became a necromancer and was caught by the Emperor?

Before losing my life to the Emperor’s sword, I would disappear into the dew of the execution ground due to the strong protests of the other princes and princesses, and empresses.

So, the conclusion I came to was one.

“Gail.”

Even though I opened my mouth after eating all the breakfast and drinking some tea, Gail was still calm.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“My mother was an excellent spiritist, right?” [A spiritist is someone who can communicate with spirits.]

It was common for me to cry while talking about my deceased mother.

I had all sorts of pathetic nicknames, such as a fool and the epitome of timidity, but the core of them was a baby. The ridicule was that crying while looking for my mother was like a baby.

In just one month, it will be the new year, and I will be seventeen years old. Even if I lost my mother early, it means that I am not at an age to cry and make a fuss every day. Moreover, I am not an ordinary citizen, but someone with the position of Crown Prince.

Gail seemed a little surprised at my words. The stories about my mother that came out of my mouth were always ‘I miss you’, ‘Take me with you’, ‘I’m afraid of Father’.

‘That’s beyond the level of a mama’s boy.’

Perhaps the reason I maintained the position of Crown Prince until the age of seventeen was purely because I ‘set’ it that way?

Gail answered calmly.

“Yes. She was one of the few high-level spiritists on the continent.”

I got to the point.

“His Majesty is well-versed in swordsmanship, magic, and spiritism, and even has deep knowledge of black magic.”

Gail could no longer manage his expression.

“Your Highness!”

It was the first time I had brought up the Emperor’s story so casually.

Moreover, doesn’t it seem like I’m evaluating the Emperor?

Remarks that seemed to evaluate the absolute ruler of the Calpheon Empire were dangerous.

I smiled gently at Gail, who had jumped up.

“Sit down, Gail. It’s not like anyone else is listening, and it’s not like I’m insulting His Majesty.”

Only then did Gail seem to realize that he had overreacted to my words, and he returned to his usual expression and sat down.

“What I want to say is nothing else. Next year I’ll be an adult, and now I should start doing something to be human. His Majesty goes without saying, and my mother was also a high-level spiritist, so wouldn’t I have some spirit affinity?” [Spirit affinity refers to a natural talent or inclination towards spiritism.]

Gail’s pupils shook.

People can’t come to their senses if they receive shocks in succession.

I waited for Gail to collect his mind. Deep down, there was also a basis for the words I threw at Gail.

‘The final boss, Ron Karl Leord, can do everything. Because the protagonist is the biggest adversary. All sorts of settings are attached to the monster that is my father. There is only one line about it, but it is clear that my mother is also a high-level spiritist. Then, of course, this body must have spirit affinity.’

Since I put in all the popular settings, there were spiritists, of course.

The threshold for becoming a spiritist was set high, and it was written that spirit affinity has a very large genetic factor.

Sword Master, 7-Circle Master, High-Level Spirit Master. Father, Ron Karl Leord, with unbelievable titles. Moreover, my mother is a High-Level Spirit Master.

‘At this point, based on my settings, it’s strange that I don’t have spirit affinity.’

The only blood relative of my father and mother. I must have inherited those genes. Until now, I have been ignored because of my timid personality, foolish intelligence, and weak body, but now it is different.

‘First, I become a spiritist. With the status window, growth will be much easier than others.’

I revealed my decision to Gail.

“Spirit affinity has a large genetic factor. First, I’m going to try to train in spiritism with the feeling of grabbing at straws. It’s impossible to hold a sword with this body.”

Gail’s eyes sank deeply.

“I will prepare.”