Surviving As The 5Th Prince Of Hellman Kingdom [EN]: Chapter 135

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Leon Palace Office.

Sitting on the sofa, I turned to look beside me.

Harrion was fast asleep in Reina’s arms.

‘That’s a relief. He likes Reina.’

As if he recognized me as a parent, he kept whimpering whenever he was away from me since the ruins. That was why I had to hold him until the moment we got off the airship.

For some reason, he flinched for a moment when Reina held him, but then he fell asleep again, purring softly. Is it because she has my scent on her?

“Is that creature the Queen is holding really a Divine Beast?”

At Cliang’s voice, I turned my gaze away from Harrion and looked at the opposite side.

Cliang, Miloa, and Julian. The three I call the kingdom’s brain trust were looking at me with intense eyes.

“Would I lie? It’s a Divine Beast.”

As soon as I finished speaking, the trio’s gazes turned to Harrion all at once.

Gurrong, gurrong.

Right on cue, Harrion snored extra loudly.

Divine Beasts, Mystic Beasts, Demonic Beasts.

They may not be easy to distinguish at first glance, but if you delve into them, there are significant differences.

The biggest characteristic of Divine Beasts.

They possess healing powers greater than those of saints and saintesses.

‘…If they reach adulthood, that is.’

Right now, it’s just a small and weak creature.

The trio stared at Harrion with complex expressions for a while. Cliang, the leader, spoke first.

“Designating one religion as the state religion is not a simple matter. Most of the religious orders in the country will express dissatisfaction.”

As if I didn’t know.

Ever since I became aware of my past life, I had wanted to avoid getting involved with religion as much as possible.

But I can’t help it.

I briefly recalled what happened inside the ruins.

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Should I press [Faith]?

Or should I ask the genie in the [Library] about the memories it regained?

I hesitated for a moment, moving my ghost hand back and forth between [Faith] and [Library]. Finally, I made a decision and pressed [Faith] first.

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Barona: 0%

Locke Daron: 0%

Aswell: 0%

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It wasn’t much after all.

‘It’s almost the same as the approval ratings?’

It must be telling me the percentage of people in each region who worship Danar.

Seeing it filled with only 0% made me feel a little sad.

I closed the [Faith] window and entered the [Library].

Staring at the empty chat window, I took a moment to choose my words.

‘The genie said it regained its memories, right?’

Until now, I had thought of the genie as an AI chatbot from my past life. Its tone was so stiff, and it had such a lack of flexibility.

But seeing that it had lost its memories, I thought it might be a being like Barisada.

I searched my memory to see if there was anything I said to the genie that might be offensive.

It didn’t seem like it.

I decided to be more careful in the future and quickly moved the fingers of my ghost hand.

>Genie, I saw the notification that you regained your lost memories. Can you tell me what it’s about?

「It is about the god I served, whose records were all erased.」

Seeing it tell me so easily, it didn’t seem to be information that required RP [role-playing].

>Danar?

「In some regions of the Lionel Kingdom, they also called him Danar.」

>What was he called in other regions?

「I do not know.」

>Didn’t you say you recalled your memories?

「Not all of them.」

Suddenly, I had a hunch about what my trial might be.

The achievement I accomplished was clearly ‘Find the Lost God,’ right?

>Do I have to spread the faith of Danar? Is that the trial he gave me?

「No. Finding his true name is the trial given to Evan. But the more people who worship him, the more memories I will regain, so it is not entirely wrong.」

>Arcana?

「No.」

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I finished reminiscing and returned to reality. The kingdom’s brain trust was patiently waiting for me to open my mouth.

It was getting late, and it would be the duty of a superior to send them home quickly.

“I haven’t completely sorted things out in my head yet, so it’s impossible for me to give you a detailed explanation.”

“We suspected it from when you mentioned the name of the Divine Beast, but you really did inherit knowledge?”

Julian asked.

Occasionally, among those who excavate ruins, there are those who acquire forgotten ancient knowledge or knowledge of things that did not exist in the present world.

I could acquire various information about the Danar Order that had been forgotten by the world through the [Library], so it seemed like it could be said that way.

“Well, you can think of it as roughly similar.”

Nodding and answering that way, I uttered the words that the three people would most want to hear.

“And I’m not declaring a state religion right away. I don’t want to add the issue of religion to such an important time as now, when we’re trying to reclaim the lost Northwest.”

The three people’s faces brightened.

Miloa opened her mouth.

“But what god is the owner of that Divine Beast, Harrion? None of us three know, so it must be a forgotten ancient god.”

They’re quick to ask.

Was what I said as soon as I got off the airship that shocking?

“The god of fate and time, Danar.”

At my answer, not only the three people but also Reina, who was holding Harrion, widened her eyes. Just hearing the fields the god is in charge of, you can tell how high-ranking the god is.

The god of the will-o’-the-wisp and the god of the sun.

The god of the river and the god of the sea.

There’s no need to say which god is a high-ranking god.

That’s why those gathered in the office were so surprised that Danar controlled the vast concepts of fate and time.

“Fate and time…”

“He was an even more amazing god than I thought.”

“It’s strange. If it’s fate and time, it’s definitely an area where a new god should have been born after the ancient god Danar was forgotten.”

Julian gave a sharp opinion.

Worship of existence creates a god.

What about the opposite?

It becomes a forgotten ancient god.

War, epidemics, famine… There have been countless times since the beginning of history when those who worshiped a god disappeared.

The moment someone finds the name of an ancient god again and calls him again, the forgotten god slowly begins to regain power.

That is the background behind the existence of the god’s ruins and the existence of the god’s relics there.

The god’s ruins are a tomb and a cradle of new birth.

Danar is a special case.

His existence was forgotten in a short period of time while causing a miracle that even a god could not withstand the backlash. It must have been an extremely short time for a new god to be born to oversee fate and time.

“Your Majesty seems to know something.”

“Julian, His Majesty doesn’t seem to want to tell us.”

“I think he has his reasons.”

“I suppose so.”

“Still, you sent a telegram saying you obtained a holy object and a Divine Beast. You’ll tell us about those two, right?”

“The Divine Beast… seems to have a lot of growing to do, and I hope the holy object will help reclaim the Northwest.”

The trio came to their own conclusions.

It was good to be able to save my words. I put my hand in my pocket and fiddled with the ‘broken’ hourglass. Thinking about them returning with disappointed expressions late at night made me feel sorry for no reason.

***

More than a month had passed since excavating the ruins.

My current location is far north of the kingdom. The weather was quite cold. It was only chilly when I left the palace, but here, it was already snowing small grains.

The most important thing that happened in the meantime was that.

『The Emperor of the Hamel Empire’s Collapsed Health! Where is the Throne Headed?』

If it was being reported by the media in each country, it was safe to say that the Grim Reaper was walking towards the Emperor.

It was time to move.

I had given Lucas, who was secretly supporting the Public Association under the name of Nave in the Ellenbeira region, a special order.

The content was simple.

Contact Nurgal.

I had been anxiously waiting for news of whether he was dead or alive, and the day before yesterday, I finally received word. For that reason, I secretly took the Black Wyvern and came ‘over’ the north to outside the border.

Julian, who accompanied me to assist, approached me.

“Your Majesty, if we cross the snow mountains you see over there, we’ll be in the Noya tribe’s territory.”

The Noya tribe.

The tribe that produced Nurgal, the chieftain of the Khan tribe who lives in this harsh land where it is difficult for people to live.

“We should go by land, right?”

“That would be best. We are guests, after all.”

“Tell the captain to anchor in a suitable place as soon as we cross the mountains.”

“Understood.”

Soon after, the Black Wyvern that crossed the snow mountains anchored.

Leaving behind troops to protect the crew, we moved with a small number of people.

It was really modest.

Julian and Alfonso.

Adol and five royal knights.

Bert, who hadn’t fully recovered, insisted on coming along, so it was hard to calm him down.

Chales, the 19th prince of the Empire, would probably have his head split by Nurgal’s axe in about 10 moves if he faced Nurgal.

It meant that no matter who from the kingdom accompanied me other than Bert, the danger surrounding me would not decrease. It was right for the injured to rest in the capital.

Thinking about Nurgal like that, I moved my steps and looked around the desolate field.

A land where it is impossible to produce food.

Whoosh- A dry, cold wind whipped across my face. Living in a place like this really made me think that plundering was the only answer.

“It looks like they’ve come out to meet us.”

At Alfonso’s words, I turned my head.

Noya tribe warriors on horseback were approaching.

“The horses are much smaller than the kingdom’s horses?”

“They are small in stature, but they have the durability to withstand extreme climates and can survive on a small amount of food.”

“Oh, you’re really a know-it-all. Sometimes I think you know more than Fran.”

“Everyone has their own strengths. I’m just good at inputting and interpreting information.”

Alfonso and Julian, who are the same age.

At some point, they had become close friends and were getting along without formality. As I was listening to their chatter, the Noya tribe warriors quickly approached.

((Are you the King of the Lionel Kingdom?))

((Kuhahat, I expected something since he seized the throne at an age when he hasn’t even had his coming-of-age ceremony, but he’s just a kid.))

((Orhan! He is the chieftain’s guest. Behave yourself.))

((Tch, even you think so, brother. And it doesn’t matter since he won’t understand anyway, right? Let’s see, ah, is that scrawny guy there the translator? Don’t tell him what I just said.))

A warrior named Orhan, with wide nostrils and yellow teeth, looked at Julian with a smirk.

Coming to this moment, it doesn’t seem like it was all in vain that I holed myself up in the Emerald Palace during my ghost prince days and studied the languages of minority ethnic groups in remote parts of the world.

I slowly opened my mouth.

((I don’t need a translator. Orhan, is it? If you have something to say, say it directly to me.))

Somewhat clumsy, but clear Khan language.

The Noya tribe warriors flinched.

So did Orhan. Soon, he apologized to me.

((Khaha, you understood? Sorry.))

He didn’t look sorry at all.

I didn’t like it very much.

But the name Orhan.

‘I’ve heard it somewhere.’

If it was the early days when I was aware of the ‘future,’ I would have remembered it right away, but as time passed, many things were buried, so I couldn’t think of it right away.

Orhan, Orhan, Orhan….

Ah, I remembered.