Regas

8

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Finally, with all the permissions granted, the morning of the day when Abel will enter the palace as a Regas arrived. Melmond went to pick up Abel and saw him with a worried expression. Unable to urge him to hurry, Melmond stood still for a moment when something caught his eye. A small, round wooden plaque sticking out from Abel's luggage.

Not the entire thing, but on the wooden pendant smaller than the palm of his hand, the figure of a dragon was engraved. At the end, there was a leather strap attached. Melmond realized that it was an item of their sect that had been passed down from the past master to the new sect master. Now that it has been passed down to Abel, he must be the master of their sect. Melmond opened his mouth, suddenly realizing the death of Wiedel.

"Are you worried?"

Well, why wouldn't he be worried? Even though it wasn't him going as the prince's Regas, Melmond couldn't sleep and tossed and turned. Suddenly meeting the Duke, the master dying, Abel becoming the prince's Regas.

The events that happened in a short period of time were too chaotic for him to grasp. If he felt this way, how would Abel feel? Melmond placed his hand on Abel's shoulder and comforted him in a gentle voice, unlike usual.

"It's okay. Everything will be fine. Stay positive."

"Will it really?"

"Yes."

As Melmond nodded vigorously, Abel finally smiled.

"Yes, I'll believe that too. I left the mushrooms in the warehouse cause I didn't know I would leave the house empty for so long. They probably won't rot, right?"

"Of course! The mushrooms will rot... mushrooms?"

"Ha ha, yes! The mushrooms? Perhaps they'll still be fine when we return. I'll try to stay positive. If not, we can always pick new ones, right?"

"...True. We can just pick new ones."

"Exactly!"

"Yeah, your neck."

[T/N: I believe this part, Melmond jokingly hit Abel's neck.]

"Ahh! *gulp*! Melmond, why, why are you doing this... *gulp*!"

"You, you little... Who told you to be so annoyingly positive and get me all worked up!"

Is there ever a case where rumors are truer than the truth? According to Ashler's experience, that has never happened. Rumors always tend to exaggerate and distort. However, a few days ago, he saw the prince that he had only heard rumors about, and he realized that the rumors couldn't compare to reality.

That's why there won't be anyone next to him like a Regas. Not only a Regas, but even the attendants were afraid to approach the prince. That little boy becoming the king in the future? Can he really become a king? The only thing Ashler could find comfort in was that the prince, who he would have to serve, was at least not a fool. The only thing the young prince did all day was read books.

But he might not even know that. He might just be flipping through the pages of a book that he can't even read. Ashler resented the captain of the guard who sent him here. A good opportunity? If the prince continued to go crazy like that, he would have died from madness within a few years.

That's why Ashler didn't have any expectations for the new Regas. No matter how special they were, a Regas is just a puppet of the king. All they could do was dance, indulge in debauchery, and laugh.

So when he went to greet the new Regas, Ashler naturally looked for the beautiful man he had seen so far. But to his surprise, a bandit-like man who looked like a ruffian came laughing and greeted him.