The Youngest Prince Of The English Royalty House [EN]: Chapter 91

91. Jesus’s Little Disciple (3)

In reality, Ireland’s economy relies on agriculture, livestock farming, and tourism.

Tourism is a newly emerging industry here.

We’re even developing a Saint Patrick-themed tourist route.

And the Copts are building a sort of ‘international’ street to attract visitors.

Moreover, Sunday school can also be a significant tourist attraction.

People, driven by curiosity like those at the Estates-General, are highly likely to attend Mass at Saint Patrick’s Cathedral.

Where else in the world would you find such a systematic curriculum designed to turn children into Jesus’s ‘little disciples’ like we’re doing now?

It would be impossible outside of a Safe Zone like mine!

The Bible clearly states that the Lord loves children, and pure souls like young children go to heaven.

Of course, separately from that, I introduced the idea of ‘Angevin’ to the delegates while discussing Sunday school.

The people gathered at the Estates-General I hosted were surprised. Even my close aides, who usually anticipate my intentions, were taken aback.

That’s understandable. Knowing the lord’s unspoken thoughts is one thing, but hearing them articulated aloud is quite another.

I looked at the delegates once more and began to speak with dignity and grace.

“I repeat. I, John Angevin Plantagenet, am a true Angevin.”

Yes, this Safe Zone can be called Angevin, encompassing more than just English identity.

The ‘Angevin’ I’m referring to isn’t simply the Angevin region in France. The more astute members of the Estates-General immediately understood my meaning.

‘Later historians will refer to this period of English history as the Angevin Empire, so it’s not technically wrong.’

My chest swelling with pride, I gestured towards the vassals and declared,

“And all of you are Angevins. Yes, we are all Angevins serving the Lord and His Majesty King Henry II.”

Of course, I omitted mentioning the young King Henry, who was a co-ruler. ‘Co-ruler’ was a title my father, Henry II, had bestowed upon Henry, effectively making him a powerless figurehead.

Everyone in Europe knows the obvious fact that there is only one true monarch of England.

Besides, this isn’t the post-Reformation era, where Protestants and Catholics are battling with swords, shouting, ‘We are the true church!’ We are all people who believe in Jesus Christ under Roman Catholicism.

Of course, in modern Europe, particularly after the Thirty Years’ War [a 17th-century religious conflict], the real threat wasn’t the Islamic forces, but the ‘heretics’ within Christianity, right?

So, we are proud Angevins, united in the same family and the same church.

However, I focused my gaze more on the Earl of Scotland than anyone else.

The unfortunate monarch of a ruined nation, with his son, wife, and other children held as ‘hostages’ in various English territories. Still, it’s a great blessing that he wasn’t ‘executed’ and remains within the Safe Zone.

The Earl of Scotland, Iliam [William the Lion, King of Scotland], looked at me with a complex expression.

And with barely audible words, he asked,

“Your Highness, am I also an Angevin?”

A question barely concealing his desperation.

These are the words of the monarch of Scotland, whose kingdom was devastated by the ‘great army’ thanks to Philip II, who provoked me.

“Yes, you too are an Angevin.”

“…!”

I reiterated to the vassals, whose expressions were becoming increasingly strained,

“Angevins, it will benefit all of you if all the peoples of Ireland become Angevins in the future.”

The eyes of those who slowly grasped the meaning of my words changed.

“Peter, distribute what you have prepared to the delegates of the Estates-General.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

What Peter had prepared was a declaration that, at least in Ireland—Mortain, all peoples would be included in the Angevin identity, that discrimination between peoples would be strictly prohibited, and that as a prince of the Angevin dynasty, arguably the pinnacle of England, I would personally guarantee it.

“…!”

Various expressions of astonishment swept through the assembly hall, but I simply smiled calmly.

After concluding the Estates-General, I addressed the Evil Buddha Society, whom I had tasked with generously conveying the mysteries of the East.

“So, Evil Buddha Society, your role is very important.”

“Your Highness is attempting to integrate Confucianism into Christianity and create a vow to edify the children, isn’t that right?”

“That’s only natural.”

When I readily admitted the truth, the Evil Buddha Society continued.

“And like our Han Chinese, you will create a new concept called Angevins.”

“Of course.”

Some time later, I instructed Peter, Godfrey, and Bishop Lothair, vassals who excelled in their duties, to widely disseminate these ideas.

It became known as the ‘Angevin Theory.’

* * *

—Europe—

The ‘Angevin Theory’—the message that [All peoples under the rule of England are ultimately Angevins]—soon began to spread throughout Europe.

The reason people are focusing on the idea of making the Irish, English, Western French, Welsh, and Scots all Angevins is…

…because the person who conceived this new core theory is Prince John, a hot topic in Time magazine, even though it’s the early 20th century.

After the Estates-General, Prince John, who was thought to be living quietly in Ireland, has once again stirred things up.

Moreover, Prince John, through his close aide Peter (Pierre), has practically published a book called ‘Angevin Theory,’ creating an academic ‘justification’ for his claims.

Everyone with a clear mind realized the implications of John’s Angevin claims, which seemed to have abandoned all moral considerations.

Calculation, Sunday school, the new French language, and the Angevin Theory are all interconnected!

The eyes of nobles and monarchs turned to those closely associated with this Angevin Theory.

They were curious to see how these individuals with close ties to Angevin would react.

It wasn’t long before those with close ties to Angevin began to react.

[Normandy]

Prince Richard learned about John’s actions from the Count of Champagne.

While he could have heard it from other knights, this source provided a more accurate understanding of the situation.

“Your Highness… that’s what happened.”

“I knew it would turn out that way.”

Richard, the ruler of Normandy, knew John better than anyone else.

He had predicted something like this since the introduction of ‘calculation’ and a new ‘language’ at the Estates-General.

“I really didn’t expect him to go this far.”

“Louis, we should help John as much as possible. Wouldn’t that be of great benefit to us?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“You can call me ‘Uncle’ in private.”

“Yes, Uncle Richard.”

As his nephew spoke, Richard looked out the window and muttered,

“By the way… I wonder how our brother Henry is doing.”

He was looking in the direction of Aquitaine.

[Aquitaine]

“The youngest has done a great job. An Angevin, huh.”

“By the way, isn’t the birth soon?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“If the Lord has mercy, He will grant us a son.”

Henry’s thoughts on John ended there.

What truly mattered to him was the impending birth of his son.

[English Territory, Brittany]

“Papa.”

Geoffrey smiled as he held his son.

“Our brother has done something very interesting. Yes, we are Angevins. Angevins whom the French bastards hate but try to use.”

Geoffrey, wearing a cynical smile, simply stroked the face of his son Arthur.

And Henry shifted his weight on his limping leg and looked out the window at the sunset.

His face was filled with a mixture of pride and hatred.

[Paris]

Not yet the City of Light, but a city focused on state administration while indulging in wine. Paris, a prosperous city that has become one of the economic centers of the Middle Ages.

Here lives a person who is more wary of John than anyone else in Europe.

“…….”

The young king, reading the Angevin Theory silently, paused for a moment and then began to laugh coolly.

“Hahaha, what a truly amusing sight.”

The secretary-general looked at his lord and asked,

“Your Majesty?”

“Secretary-General… I don’t know what else that great old king of Angevin will do in the future.”

Philip II, consumed by ethnic hatred, thought of the true King Henry II.

[Anjou]

Henry II, who could be considered the father of the Hemsong State from afar, and the true fundamental Angevin from nearby, also heard about the concept of Angevin that John preached, mentioning ‘Sunday School.’

Did he only hear it as a rumor?

He even read the ‘Angevin Theory’ that Prince John outlined and that prominent young intellectuals such as Peter, Godfrey, and Bishop Lothair published.

‘We have agreed to call the lords and people of Ireland and Mortain Angevins!’

Angevin Theory.

“That guy…….”

The old king knew well.

Angevin Theory, this wasn’t something John created with just a ‘childish’ attitude.

Henry II thought that he should abstain from women today. His son had such a wonderful idea, how could he indulge in women?

‘Besides, the other guys are too dangerous. Richard has at least come to his senses because of John… Henry and Geoffrey… are really scary things.’

Henry II made up his mind and summoned his close aide after a long time.

“Duke of Norfolk. Summon the Seven Nobles.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

* * *

—Ireland, Lord’s Castle—

Other than a few crazy Danish pirates becoming oarsmen, Ireland is peaceful today as well.

I smiled brightly at my beloved eldest son and said,

“James. Take care of your siblings.”

“Hyung-ah~ [Older brother]”

“Oppa~ [Older brother]”

James, whose cheeks were being pinched by his younger siblings within 6 seconds, not even 6 weeks, looked at me and said,

“Yes… Father. You’ll give me pocket money, right?”

“Of course, I’m not a stingy person like your grandfather.”

With that, the children went to the cathedral with Bishop Lothair to experience the Sunday school trial version.

And I took a leisurely break for the first time in a while.

Well, in this medieval Europe without computers or televisions, all I can do for a break is…

“Genesis Exodus Leviticus Numbers Deuteronomy Joshua~”

…play a hymn on John’s guitar that I’ll sing at Sunday school.

After playing a song of grace like that, I had several thoughts.

“Unexpected.”

My Angevin declaration created several waves. But in many ways, it was in an unexpected direction.

In our territory, there were no unfortunate vassals who would oppose the opinion of the benevolent and faithful Safe Zone. But I thought my brothers and father would oppose the ‘Angevin Theory’ a little.

But rather, letters of encouragement and gratitude… came to me.

I even got ‘pocket money.’ All three of my brothers gave me the same amount.

Of course, the happiest was my father. He even sent a letter saying [Yes… we are Angevins.]

Of course, my father, who was full of Angevin pride, did not take the action of changing the national name to the Angevin Kingdom.

Because the signboard of England is still more effective.

At that time.

—Bang.

The door opened.

My beloved wife came in.

“Mary, you’ve worked hard.”

“Yes, I’ve really worked hard.”

Mary, who came in with a tired face that was obvious at first glance, probably because there were many things going on these days, continued to speak.

“I got the cooperation of the noble ladies. Anyway, those guys just need something to ‘talk’ about.”

“Mary.”

“Yes?”

“Stop pushing yourself now and rest comfortably. Isn’t the Duchess doing too much work?”

It’s good that she’s working hard to help me. I was worried that she would get sick from overwork.

She smiled at my words and replied.

“John, this much work is nothing.”

“…I’m always sorry. I’m a lacking great aristocrat.”

“No. You’re a great husband as you are. At least you try.”

The next day after singing a love serenade with Mary, news came from Aquitaine.

“Your Highness.”

“What’s going on?”

When I asked, Godfrey said with a calm face.

“Queen Marguerite has given birth. To a princess.”

“…!”

This time, Mary and I had to manage our expressions.

Of course, we can laugh out loud, but it’s a bit unseemly for the lord and lady of the territory to do that.

It’s news that my eldest brother Henry got a daughter instead of a son.

I was already feeling complicated because my brother Geoffrey had a son, but fortunately, God did not want the misfortune of England.

Even if the West is more relaxed than the East, the existence of a legitimate son—a legitimate grandson—is a headache in itself.

But the merciful and almighty God still does not save evil.

At that time, I looked at Mary, who was eating lunch next to me, and said.

“Mary, at times like this, the Salic Law [a legal principle excluding females from dynastic succession] seems really useful.”

That our grandmother Matilda [Empress Matilda, claimant to the English throne in the 12th century]. The ‘justification’ that she could not become the Queen of England until the end would work like this.

“That’s… unfortunate.”

Our impressions ended there.

Young King Henry. What should we do with our poor brother?