Chapter 514 – [I Became the 3rd Prince of the Crazy (Scheduled)]

First of all, let’s organize the family tree of reincarnation now.

First of all, Leonhard von Frontier, the real father of this life.

And the first prince…No, currently the most promising emperor candidate, the crown prince Jest von Frontier.

After that, Alconost Von Frontier, the first princess with the right to inherit the throne.

Finally, the 2nd Prince Gist von Frontier, who is right in front of me but still has his own power.

If you add me as the third prince to this, the family tree ends like this.

What? Family relatives? Even though they have the same father, they all have different mothers. For now, there is no aristocratic family other than Hangryeol-sang and other relatives. Even in Korea, crossing three or four houses is similar to not having a home that is not a relative.

They say they play with each other… Anyway.

“Oh, your face is pretty smooth”

Although he has awakened as a reincarnated person, the effect does not affect his body overnight. Besides, this body has not yet reached the period of growth.

I didn’t think I looked like that from the beginning. I think I was cute when I was young.

There was also a portrait of the emperor, so at a glance, they looked like father and son. In other words, this body is also handsome because the father is handsome.

I don’t really care about looks. However, from Shion’s point of view, it’s a different law…… From her point of view, being a bit more handsome might be better.

Shion says she likes her ugly side because she has personality, but she doesn’t know her true intentions.

Even if my eyes get worse as I grow up, I think the original version is good, so I will be charismatic. At least the appearance gacha was good and I felt good.

“Your Highness, it’s time for dinner.”

“Oh, has it already happened?”

Time flies quickly as I organize my thoughts and tasks. The day had already passed and it was getting dark outside.

There are memories of several years spent in this body in the head, but except for the memories of the newborn baby that the person himself cannot remember properly, there are only recent memories of about 1 or 2 years at most. Common sense and information about this place had to be known in the future.

“Your Highness, and… Chef Walter requested an audience. What should we do?”

“Tell them to come in. We can talk while eating.”

I expected it, but it’s a pretty quick reaction to come to see it that evening. I’ll have to meet her in person to know, but I’ve already eaten his food once, so I think she’s a pretty good person.

Just as it is said that children are the mirror of their parents, the chef’s mirror is cooking. In cooking, you can get a lot of information about the person who made it.

For example… The soup I ate today didn’t have a flashy feeling, and the seasoning was simple with salt, so it’s a type that’s faithful to the basics. Seeing that there is not a hint of bitterness from the ingredients, it seems that each ingredient is handled with great care.

Just like profiling criminals, I can profile chefs if I make up my mind.

“Your Highness, this is Walter Alman. I brought you a meal.”

“Come in”

Instead of the nanny, this time he, who said he was the chef, brought the meals himself. It’s a clear soup as well, but this time it smelled like a fish with a light sea smell.

It’s a bit gritty… No, it’s not spicy because it doesn’t contain chili, but it’s a patient food type.

“It’s a soup made with sea fish. The fish is boiled and the stock is brewed, and the remaining flesh is removed and chopped into small pieces. I heard that you are sick, but since the fish meat is soft, you should be able to eat enough.”

Chef Walter was a staunch middle-aged chef who felt close to the image I had in mind.

On his hands, calluses and burns were visible in places, a symbol of experience, and I like the tight lips and beaky eyes. Hygiene is also thorough, and there is not a speck of dust on the clothes.

I put the soup he brought into my mouth. It is different from fish porridge or chueotang, and the fish flesh is chewed in the clear but deep-tasting soup.

Tasty enough. However, there is still a lot of room for development.

“It’s delicious. It doesn’t need salt because it uses sea fish, so it’s seasoned enough with just the ingredients, so it doesn’t taste bad.”

“Is your liver okay?”

“Of course, it’s not enough to season only with fish, but I’m a patient right now, so a little lack is actually good for my body.”

And here the salt tastes bitter.

Even the imperial family seems to use good salt, but it seems that they haven’t gotten that good quality salt yet. Well, it’s better than using rock salt, but it’s better to use less if possible because salt gives off a light bitter taste. Or did you fry it once?

If I make kimchi later with this, I will sigh and lament that I ruined kimchi for a year.

If you live in Sea World, your mother-in-law will probably ask what kind of salt your mother-in-law brought with you, and ask her parents to make kimchi with this kind of salt.

Anyway, back to the main topic.

“Can I ask you something, Your Highness?”

“You mean the note I gave you?”

“Yes, it wasn’t written that much, and there were recipes I already knew, but there were also recipes I didn’t know. I don’t know if anyone else knows, but how could His Highness the Prince…”

In his eyes, he sees a passion for learning.

It is a desire in the right direction. It was self-development, a desire to sharpen one’s own abilities. And that emotion leads humans in the right direction.

“Will it matter?”

“Hmm… No”

“Since I have a social status as well, I can’t go into the kitchen even if I don’t know when others are not looking. I want you to be my hand for a while.”

No matter how far I go, I am now in the status of a prince. For me to go into the kitchen and cook myself is enough to cause gossip no matter how friendly the imperial family here is.

If it’s a strict house, I’m sure I’ll call it at the point where it’s rumored, and I’ll have a blast… Honestly, if I touch it with my cooking, it’s an empire and I’ll blow it up, but I decided to endure it for now.

It’s enough to destroy the empire from the beginning of reincarnation… Oh, not once.

“If I could learn a new recipe, would I be able to take anyone as my teacher?”

“It’s nice to be open to learning.”

“Yes, I originally came to the palace to learn the techniques of the imperial family, but…”

Oh, if you haven’t seen it, it’s just a video. I’m used to that type.

He is flexible, but will limit himself to what is just. Although it is acceptable to decide the order of duty with a light bet, it is a personality that does not tolerate skipping duty with money.

Power is a precious yet dirty thing, and an upright personality is not suitable for overcoming strife in the imperial family, which is the crystallization of it. It is obvious where such a person will eventually be pushed.

Like this place where I am, to the chef’s seat in the prince’s palace with no one to look after him.

“I have to eat only soup for a while. I’m not feeling well. For the time being, think about a wide variety of soup types. I’ll write down some tips right now, so let’s study together.”

“Yes, I understand”

“It doesn’t matter if you use the tip I wrote for you to make soup, but if possible, please make it with a passing grade.”

“No, Your Highness. How could such a test work be presented to Your Highness?”

First of all, I think I found one good person. The start of this reincarnation was good, as I found two people in one night as soon as I started reincarnating, including my nanny.

I ate soup and enjoyed my meal, and went to bed early today.

The night of the first day of reincarnation passes.

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As for the tips I can give, I didn’t know the ingredients here, so I gave you trivial but important things first. I felt like how to boil something to make the soup come out better or something like that.

By the time I got tired of it, I read the books here and figured out various ingredients. I compare and analyze the things I ate and the recorded characteristics, and increase the recipe through that.

I haven’t tried to make it myself, but if you’re like me, you can get some taste even with an imaged recipe.

“It’s good to be eager to study, but you should also take care of your health.”

“Even though it looks like this, it is rather full of energy than before.”

“If you like yourself, it’s hard to say anything more.”

Soup made even better. No, my health has gradually improved, so I can enjoy the taste of chewing by switching to a stew rich in ingredients instead of soup.

The nanny looked at the two of us and smiled.

“As Chef Walter’s skills improved, the servants of the Emerald Palace were also happy.

“Thank you, Marian.”

I thought the nanny’s name was Marianne. Although she honestly didn’t feel like it was late.

After the meal, Chef Walter took himself out with a clean, empty bowl. The only thing left in the room is me and my nanny.

The nanny put on a serious expression as if she had something to say today.

“Uh……Your Highness. If it’s okay with you, may I ask you in detail about what happened that day?”

“Why is it from now, a few days ago?”

“Because His Highness might need some time to get used to it…”

To be honest, it happens often, so I don’t really care. All that remains is deep anger that the assassin placed a knife in my stomach to kill me that day.

Not even angry Anger is such an emotional word that it’s a waste to use it for people like them.

“It’s just that he came to kill me, and I counterattacked him and killed him.”

“How?”

“I killed him by twisting his neck”

“…….”

In the eyes of the nanny, various complex emotions can be seen.

However, those emotions were usually negative emotions. Sadness, pity, regret… These are eyes that I have not seen often.

“Aren’t you asking how I killed you by twisting your neck?”

On the surface, I am just a child who is six… No, seven years old now. The only escorts were soldiers and knights in the palace. At least, the only decent article is one retired driver who is approaching old age.

Someone didn’t kill the assassin, and the answer came out of my mouth, so as a result, I did it. But it’s quite strange not to ask ‘how’ here.

Honestly, how would anyone know that a reincarnated person has awakened, right?

However, the question that came out of the nanny’s mouth was different from what I expected.

“You tried to kill yourself, but you still murdered…What do you think?”

“How do you sleep and don’t have any feelings?”

I know it’s wrong, but I’m not guilty of the murder itself. I just feel guilty for doing something bad.

What should I say… ‘Ahh! I killed a man! I killed a child who doesn’t know how long he will live!’ It’s not like, ‘Ah, I’ve done really bad things, so I’m a bad kid’.

In short, the most important part is the case where only the last leg remains. However, the sense of alienation that comes from it arouses the self-hatred that even the absolute of denial and reverse said.

Ordinary people don’t kill once in their lives. I know very well that I am a monster when I recognize the heterogeneity that I feel no guilt even if I kill countless times.

“You can’t do that. Even if you can’t help it, you should know that murder is a bad thing.”

“I don’t think it makes much sense.”

“It’s a different law to act knowing that it’s a sin and to act without knowing it’s a sin. It makes you think twice before committing, and most importantly, it protects the person’s humanity.”

“Hmm…….”

What the nanny says is correct and philosophical in its own way. I’m pretty curious where you heard it.

Anyway, what she wants to say is this.

‘Even if you have no choice but to kill, recognize that it is a sin’.

It is a word that diverges in various directions depending on interpretation, but it was clear that it was a good word anyway.

“I’ll listen to it for now”

Of course, putting it into practice is another matter. ‘Cause I’ve come a long way so far It was too late to go back.

Anyway, my body felt pretty good. Even though his body was a bit thin, he gained some muscle and grew it to the extent that it did not interfere with his future growth. Perhaps, among children of the same age, there is a considerable difference in size and height.

And I have a question, it’s about the ability of this place.

If you usually do fantasy, come! Sword Master! And the 9th circle mage! It is the standard, but it seems that this is not the standard. The assassin who tried to kill me also called me a fantasy ability.

“I want to meet a person with imagination ability, but will it be possible?”

“If that’s the case, I’ll call Hans, the sergeant, tomorrow.”

“Hmm?”

“Why is that, Your Highness?”

“No, that’s fine. What if you don’t want to tell me?”

From my point of view, the nanny also seems to be a person with the ability to dream or something.

If she doesn’t want to talk about it, she’ll have to keep it a secret.