The Youngest Prince Of The English Royalty House [EN]: Chapter 172

172. Co-King (4)

Safe John was an eccentric individual who stood out from a young age.

Interestingly, unlike in the original history, the current Safe John is quite famous, causing a stir in the world.

A man who constantly creates thrilling and newsworthy stories.

When he started with the Three Musketeers, the letters from Krakow, and countless warnings about the dangers of Mongolia through ‘The Travels of Marco Polo’.

People thought, ‘Is he just seeking attention again?’ They were too busy fighting among themselves in Europe to care about the Mongolian issue.

But now it’s different.

Prince John’s vaguely mentioned apocalyptic prophecies are unfolding before their eyes.

Europe is now gripped with fear.

There are already excellent precedents: their ancestors facing the Germanic tribes, or the dreaded Huns.

As Europe gradually became aware of the fear of Mongolia.

“Good, my investment was successful.”

A man who had long sensed the signs and invested a large fortune in military supplies laughed.

“My father is truly amazing.”

“Aren’t you too happy about it?”

“Of course. I love gold. Maybe I take after my father?”

And John’s second son, Charles, nodded and muttered as Prophet Safe John’s prophecies came true.

“Then, shall I go for a drink to celebrate my father’s successful prophecy?”

“Your Highness, are you going alone again without me knowing?”

“Eek. A servant is coming!”

Charles was self-proclaimed the most handsome man in Europe.

And the prince who loved alcohol the most.

* * *

―Somewhere in Europe―

‘Ah, to escape my damned sister and run away.’

Charles, stressed from receiving bride lessons from Adelaide in Aquitaine and constantly harassed by his twin sister Elizabeth, fled to Brittany.

A pretty boy with beauty as striking as his sister Elizabeth muttered.

“Ha, my father. Why did you give me such a face?”

If he just kept his mouth shut, he would be a decent lord, but he seemed to have no intention of doing so.

“Are you having another bout of prince syndrome?”

Charles knew of his specialness from a young age.

He was well aware that his parents were handsome and that he was the most handsome man in the world.

So, he was also very popular with women.

“Well, it’s time to sing another song today.”

Thus, another song began.

“My love, El Bimbo~ Beloved Brittany~”

“Kyaa, Your Highness!”

Of course, the performance was well-received.

And today, Charles was intoxicated with his own excellence.

‘Why am I so great?’

Charles began to revel in his own greatness.

This winter was the perfect season to show off his nobility.

Brittany was an economically important location responsible for England’s salt and a city with beautiful surrounding ports.

But now, he was starting to get bored.

“Ha… how long do I have to keep doing this?”

Charles knew his situation well.

That he was the second son and that his father would follow the primogeniture system [inheritance by the eldest son].

‘What I’ll receive will literally be an ambiguous territory.’

Honestly, the youngest sons of noble families who can’t even properly secure a tiny territory wouldn’t understand, but the second sons of noble families also had a lot to say.

Born as the second son by a hair’s breadth, he had to receive an ambiguous territory or, in some cases, be satisfied with a negligible territory.

Then, he would hear things like, ‘See, I gave you everything.’ Of course, strictly speaking, Charles was royalty, so he would receive more, but still.

‘My father is pushing for a complete primogeniture system. In the end, I can’t expect much either.’

But that didn’t necessarily make him feel bad.

Because he had confidence that he could achieve things on his own.

After all, most of the territory and titles would be inherited by his brother James, but he had no doubt that his father would treat him well enough not to feel resentful.

“Is this what you call romance?”

Romance is dead.

Around that time, Charles heard about the bizarre behavior of a princess in a neighboring country.

“A bizarre incident that happened because it’s a country with only a princess and no prince, this is interesting?”

“Your Highness, you’re not thinking of something strange, are you?”

Even as the second prince’s servant, he was quick-witted and intelligent, having been drawn from a noble family with a strong lineage.

He had a feeling that his lord was about to follow in the footsteps of Safe John.

“My proud father, Safe John, told me a minstrel song when I was young.”

Suddenly, Charles became serious.

The servant, who understood what that meant in 3 seconds, said.

“Don’t tell me you’re going that far?”

“Oooooooo~ Oooooooo~”

“Oh, please no.”

The servant, born in the Toulouse territory, felt like he was going crazy.

To think that he had to serve a prince with such hopeless prince syndrome.

“Let’s go!”

“Yes?”

“To get a princess bride!”

Charles wanted to have a princess wife like his brother.

* * *

―Kingdom of Spain, Toledo Palace―

‘So, the Mongols have invaded the Middle East!’

The palace was in chaos.

For Spain, which had been steadily building colonial cities in North Africa, this was a bolt from the blue.

The Mongols had taken over Syria and were sending missionaries and refugees to disrupt the security of the border cities.

It was a situation that even Little Eleanor or Ferdinand I could hardly bear with a sound mind.

So much so that.

‘Safe John and Lionheart will take care of it.’

They began to show faith and trust in England, which they had previously shunned.

But there was a woman who was detached from this atmosphere.

The Kingdom of Spain has no capital that has been passed down since its founding, but Toledo has recently been regarded as the capital of Spain.

Here, a woman who resembled her mother, Little Eleanor, in her outstanding beauty was bored.

“Ha….”

“Why are you sighing, Princess?”

Princess Isabella said to her maid’s question.

“I’m bored… Am I going to be sold off while being this bored?”

The princesses of Europe in this era were well aware that they were being sold off [in arranged marriages].

“But this is Spain, so there is no Salic law [law excluding females from royal succession].”

The absence of the Salic law, the inheritance law of the Frankish tribe that does not allow female successors, meant that Isabella, an only child, had the right to inherit the throne.

“Ah, then I’ll be sold off to a consort [husband of a reigning monarch]? Will I become a living crown?”

For some reason, the maid said in an angry voice at the princess’s self-deprecating voice.

“Oh, why are you saying such things again?”

Princess Isabella had grown up healthy and safe. It was a great blessing in this era where many children died young.

Then, Princess Isabella, wondering what she was thinking, said with a glint in her eyes.

“In that case, why don’t I just expand the game?”

More than anything, Princess Isabella, the only daughter of the Spanish royal family, was very bored.

The Mongol invasion didn’t seem more important than her boredom.

Not just because she was bored, but for the future of Spain, Princess Isabella was determined to start a bizarre act.

“I’ll find my own match!”

What was that bizarre act? It was to directly choose her future consort.

“Princess, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Well, what does it matter? My uncle John did it too.”

Anyway, she didn’t want to marry the son of a local notable.

She also hated the nobles who used to show off, whether they were from Portugal, Aragon, or Navarre.

As befitting the princess of the golden kingdom of Spain, Princess Isabella decided to directly choose her consort with a large amount of gold. At least she had the power to do so.

‘Isabella, if you are wise, you will be able to choose a consort you like, so do as you please.’

Little Eleanor, who needed a fun issue to forget even for a moment the current situation in Spain, which was full of chaos, readily agreed, so there was even justification.

Thus, the princess’s search for a consort began.

But Princess Isabella was not easily satisfied.

“Why do they all seem lacking in my eyes?”

Because she had very high standards.

What good is it if they are handsome and intelligent? In her eyes, they all seemed to be full of shortcomings.

But whether fate exists.

A person she might be interested in came to visit.

“Karl von Habsburg from the Alps.”

“Habsburg, that backwater aristocrat?”

The Habsburg family was currently a rising noble family with a high reputation, but it was a lower-class family compared to the Spanish princess.

‘A marriage of unequal status is not my thing. Let’s just enjoy it.’

But the reason why Princess Isabella did not reject him was simply because he was handsome.

“I have prepared a song for you.”

The man, having set the mood, began to sing.

“Oooooooo~ Oooooooo~”

“I sat there by the Tagus River. So I cried. Remembering Princess Isabella~ Yeah, I knew. She’s my love~”

A song that was a parody of ‘By the Rivers of Babylon,’ which her father Safe John sometimes sang, began to flow.

The song of the man claiming to be Karl was sweet.

His face began to shine.

“Gasp….”

Prince Charles, disguised as Karl, was a bit arrogant, but he inherited only the good looks of his mother Mary and father John.

So much so that Princess Isabella was charmed by his appearance.

Moreover, he had excellent singing skills.

Prince Charles, who remembered the melody that Safe John sometimes sang while drinking beer, is a man who boasts that he inherited his father’s singing style and became the second greatest singer in England.

Exclamations of admiration erupted from everywhere.

“Good singing skills.”

As Charles’s song ended, Isabella smiled beautifully and replied.

“Hmm… is that all?”

“What did you say?”

But Charles looked at Princess Isabella and made a slightly displeased expression.

Because the beauty of his mother, sister, and sister-in-law was so beautiful that Isabella’s appearance did not shine relatively.

‘Still, I can’t resist the crown.’

“Anyway, I want to be your consort.”

“What do you mean ‘anyway’!”

When Princess Isabella was dumbfounded, Little Eleanor, who had heard the information and rushed over, looked at Charles next to Isabella and said.

“Aren’t you my nephew Charles!”

“You’re Charles?”

“Ah, I’ve been caught.”

* * *

―England, Capital Rouen―

“Ha….”

He was speechless at the latest shocking news from the Kingdom of Spain.

Why has my beloved second son Charles become so corrupt?

Moreover, another niece, Princess Isabella, was not normal either.

It’s not that there were no signs.

In a dream at dawn.

Men appeared who spoke meaningful words.

[I am Lot, a wicked man who survived the destroyed city]

[I am Israel, who was fraudulently married off by my uncle]

Two domestic patriarchs from the Old Testament appeared. Lot and Israel (Jacob).

―Safe John, your Angevin family will prosper like the Habsburgs. Of course, you don’t have to worry about the chin.

I thought I was having a dog dream [meaningless dream] because of the stress I got from my Mongolian friends.

The fact that I remembered the dream content that I would have forgotten means that the chaos is no ordinary chaos.

My God.

My son proposed to his cousin with a serenade. This is so embarrassing that I’m going crazy.

To be honest.

I didn’t expect Charles to do that.

All the Charles I, II, and III that I know had many great things about them for their own reasons.

My son was also truly amazing.

I was so moved by what my son Charles had done that I rolled around.

“Hahaha, how much does our nephew resemble his father.”

This is not even Habsburg.

It’s different from the marriage of my niece Adelaide and son James!

Anyway, what’s important now is that Richard was stimulated by that.

“Well, with the situation like this, you should accept the co-kingship, right?”

“Okay. Do it. Do it.”

Angevin’s puppet king Jean (French John) I sortie complete!

I will now live for myself.