The Bastard Swordsman Of The Imperial Guard [EN]: Chapter 222

“Those Vanessa Kingdom bastards… No, they were demanding a lot from the Vanessa Kingdom.”

“Is that so? I should tell the Sword Dragon about this.”

Raël and Yuri exchanged pleasantries with smiles.

Although they were drinking tea in the imperial palace’s conference room, where state affairs meetings were held, rather than in a reception room, no one dared to criticize Raël and Yuri’s behavior.

One was the Empress of the Carmen Empire, and the other was the hero of the continent, the Warrior.

Even if they used the entire imperial palace instead of just the conference room, the nobles would have cleared out of their own accord.

‘Now is my chance.’

Isabelle, standing behind Yuri, quietly watched their conversation.

She had been Yuri’s exclusive maid for a long time.

Even now that Yuri had become Empress.

Isabelle wished for Yuri’s happiness and prosperity.

‘For Her Majesty Yuriël’s happy future.’

For that future, this man is indispensable.

The Carmen Empire’s Royal Consort [the Empress’s spouse]. Or even promoting him to Emperor with authority similar to the Empress would be fine.

It’s Raël, after all.

He is the Warrior of the Gaia Order, the main figure in the great war who single-handedly subjugated the Demon King Maledrak and brought all of Alheim to submission.

If the Empress allows it, he can be given any power.

Even his face is more than adequate.

With that level of ability, he could have everything even if he had an ugly face, but Raël had a face so handsome that even Isabelle was surprised.

‘There’s nothing wrong with his personality… I have to seize the opportunity when I have it.’

Just as Empress Yuriël has countless Royal Consort candidates, Warrior Raël will also have countless bride candidates.

If the Warrior is seen as a clergyman, he would be required to be chaste, but Raël is a symbol of hope.

It would rather be a blessing for him, as a Warrior, to form a bond with someone he loves.

“I didn’t know Yuri was so busy. Is there anything I can help you with?”

“I appreciate it, but shouldn’t Raël rest?”

“Well… that’s true. But sometimes I need to move around a bit.”

Raël smiled as he drank his tea.

Spending leisurely days in the orphanage was nice, but if a person stays home all the time, their body stiffens.

Besides, he had so many people to meet because he had been living so diligently.

“Your Majesty Yuriël. Now that I think about it, isn’t there something you wanted to ask Sir Raël?”

At that moment, Isabelle, who had been watching for the right timing to join the conversation, spoke up.

“Huh? Isabelle, what are you talking about?”

“It’s about the Carmen Empire’s Royal Consort.”

“…Ah.”

Yuri opened her mouth without realizing it.

The Carmen Empire’s Royal Consort.

It was a topic she had temporarily forgotten while talking to Raël.

“Royal Consort? What’s that?”

Raël tilted his head, clueless.

Raël was an overwhelmingly elite figure in this medieval fantasy, but many of the words used in the imperial palace were difficult.

Professional terms aren’t taught in higher education.

“A Royal Consort refers to the Queen’s husband. I would like to recommend Sir Raël for the position of Royal Consort.”

“…?”

The Queen’s husband?

After blinking for a moment, Raël narrowed his eyes.

‘What are these people suddenly talking about?’

A Royal Consort is the Queen’s husband.

That means Yuri’s husband.

Raël wondered what this meant and turned to look at Yuri.

Yuri, whose face was somehow a little redder, looked at Raël and cleared her throat.

“Well. There won’t be any bad conditions for Raël. If you want, you won’t have to live in the imperial palace; you can live outside, and you’ll be free to move around. And um….”

Yuri continued seriously.

She was willing to concede almost anything for Raël.

“Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Yuri. What are you talking about right now? Do you know what you’re saying?”

“…Of course, I know. The nobles are already saying that we need to increase the imperial family quickly. I think Raël is more suitable for that position than anyone else, in terms of ability… and everything else. If Raël wants, it’s okay to be crowned Emperor together, not just as a consort.”

Joint coronation is not the expression to use in this situation, but Yuri was the Empress of the Carmen Empire anyway.

She could change the law as she pleased.

“No. Yuri. It’s not just a political issue. A consort is….”

“I know, Raël.”

Yuri stood up from her seat, seemingly frustrated, and approached Raël.

“…”

Raël stared at Yuri’s face, which was now in front of him.

Her glossy blonde hair and snow-white skin, unusual for a medieval person, filled Raël’s eyes.

Raël swallowed as he looked at her lake-blue eyes and red lips.

“If it’s okay with Raël… I don’t mind. So, please think about it properly. Well, goodbye!”

Yuri, who had been making eye contact with Raël for a moment, immediately turned around and left the conference room.

At the end of Raël’s vision, he could see her ears, which were bright red.

“Although she said that, Her Majesty doesn’t just not mind; she wants Sir Raël. Please consider it carefully, Warrior.”

With a bow.

Isabelle, who had been standing behind Yuri, also said what she had to say and followed Yuri.

“Uh…”

In the quiet conference room.

Raël blinked blankly.

*

That night.

Raël went to a quiet bar in District 4.

It was the bar run by Uncle Eric.

Bagers was running it with the intention that he could come anytime, but business was still bad, probably because of the location.

Raël sat in his usual seat and poured himself a drink.

Since there were no customers anyway, he just grabbed what looked like an expensive bottle.

He had lived in a medieval fantasy for a long time, but he still couldn’t understand the taste of alcohol, even though he drank it.

“Hoo….”

Raël sighed and downed his drink.

The bitterness and the heat of the alcohol stung as it passed through his throat, clearing his head a little.

‘I thought I was more perceptive than anyone else….’

Of course, he had felt it to some extent.

Raël knew that Cecilia and Yuri were a little closer than just friends.

However, he didn’t know that they thought of him this closely.

‘Am I mistaken? No… that can’t be.’

It would be a disgrace if he was mistaken… but somehow, he didn’t think so.

Raël wasn’t an oblivious guy. There was no way he wouldn’t notice them approaching this much.

‘Why now of all times… no, is now the right time?’

Raël had been living like a hermit, avoiding women since he was possessed into this world.

When he was young, he was only filled with the thought of living well, and after he had some sense, he was full of venom.

He failed to establish himself as the captain of the guard and somehow got caught up in various incidents, eventually achieving a peaceful life… but peace had not yet settled in Raël’s life.

Clang-

At that moment, the door of the bar, which never opened, opened.

“Sir Raël. You were here.”

“Lucas. You’re here? And Carlson behind you? I only called Lucas, why did you come?”

“Raël, brother. Why did you call Lucas and leave me out! I’m disappointed!”

Carlson looked at Raël as if he was disappointed.

It was absurd that there was a secret between him and his brother.

“I had something to consult with Lucas about… Ha. I don’t know. You sit down too. But don’t say anything useless.”

Raël pointed to the opposite side of him.

Lucas and Carlson sat down, filled their glasses with alcohol, and then Raël slowly began to speak.

“Lucas. How have you been? I heard you’re working as a professor at the academy?”

“Yes. There are more exams than I thought, so it will take some time, but there’s nothing special to prepare. I don’t think I’ll fail the swordsmanship test.”

The Great War was over, and there was nothing to prepare for the academy professorship.

Lucas was having an unusually quiet day these days.

“Well, I guess so.”

If it weren’t for the unnecessary customs, Lucas would have become a professor right away.

It wasn’t like he lacked the skills.

“Carlson. What about you?”

“Raël, brother. Did you call me just to ask how I’m doing? Hurry up and tell me what’s on your mind.”

“This bastard is really… Tsk. Okay.”

Raël sighed at Carlson’s urging and continued.

“Guys.”

“Yes. Sir Raël.”

“Brother. I’ll solve it for you!”

Lucas and Carlson focused on Raël’s words.

The bond between the three heroes of the empire was strong.

They always said this was the last time, but Lucas and Carlson were willing to do anything for Raël’s request.

“I think I’m screwed.”

“…Yes?”

Lucas blinked.

It was Raël, of all people.

How could someone who had nothing to fear on this continent say such a thing?

“That’s…”

Raël carefully opened his mouth.

Lucas carefully waited for Raël to finish speaking.

“Ah… that’s the situation.”

After he had finished speaking.

Lucas nodded.

“Raël, brother. Are you bringing that to me as a problem right now? If you have flowers in both hands, can’t you give me one?”

“Don’t talk nonsense, Carlson. Speaking of flowers, do you know what the flower language of a lily is?”

“Lily? Purity, unchanging love. Isn’t it something like that?”

“How do you know that?”

“…Yes? You just asked me, what nonsense are you talking about?”

“Damn it. Why is there a flower language in this world!”

Raël exclaimed and downed his drink.

Did flower language exist in medieval fantasy too?

If so, he couldn’t deny the meaning behind the flower Cecilia gave him.

“Lu, Lucas, why is Raël brother angry?”

“I don’t know either.”

Lucas looked at Raël.

His condition was more serious than he thought, so it seemed like he needed his help.

“Sir Raël. To be honest, I don’t understand why you’re worried.”

“Oh, Lucas. Do you have a solution?”

The only reason Raël called Lucas to the bar was this.

He was always surrounded by women.

He even had a woman living with him, so he thought he might know a solution in this situation.

“Isn’t Sir Raël a stronger man than me? Just take them all.”

“You son of a bitch.”

Raël closed his eyes tightly.

Come to think of it, this bastard wasn’t normal either.

He must have had a joint wedding in the ending of the novel.

‘No, he’s normal in this world….’

Medieval fantasy is a world where polygamy is the norm.

Raël felt a throbbing headache and picked up his glass again.

“Come on, let’s have a drink! Lucas, you too!”

“Yes. I’ll enjoy it for the first time in a while.”

In the end, these guys don’t seem to be of any help.

It was his problem from the beginning, so Raël would have to solve it himself.

“You were just lazing around in the orphanage for a week, and then you get a woman after wandering around for a few days; brother is really amazing.”

“Shut up, Carlson.”

“Are you going anywhere tomorrow? I should follow you around too, brother.”

“Tsk. Nothing special tomorrow. I’m just going to see the faces of the other races. The Other Races United, was it? Anyway, they said they’re making something similar to a country.”

Raël, who had been wandering around for a week, had many people to meet and many places to visit.

He was planning to visit the Other Races United tomorrow.

He heard that the other races had formed an alliance after the Great War, and since Raël knew many people, he was thinking of showing his face.

“…The Other Races United sounds like a special event.”

“Why? There aren’t many other races I know anyway.”

Reina, Ghent, Bestia.

And a few elves and Ghent’s father, maybe.

What’s the problem with just showing my face and coming back?

“Aren’t Reina and Ghent the kings of the Other Races United?”

“…What the hell are you talking about?”

Raël’s mind stopped.