Chapter 76

When we heard the Crown Prince was coming, Lorcha and I quickly knelt down. Damn this fucking monarchy, forcing my knees, which had stood firm in the face of any absurdity, to bend like this. Someday, I’ll have my bloody revenge.

And when the Crown Prince appeared before us… he was the very embodiment of a golden sun. His shining, lustrous golden hair, his brown skin reminiscent of milk chocolate… Damn, he’s literally the golden sun from those NTR doujins.

Is the rumor that he vomits at the sight of women just a ploy to lower their guard for NTR purposes? These damn NTR-loving golden sun bastards… I swore on the River Styx that if I ever met one, I’d punch them in the face. A Styx oath is absolute, so if I throw a punch, it’s not my fault—it’s Hades’ for not managing the Styx properly.

The moment I clenched my fist, the Crown Prince looked at my face, then at Lorcha beside me…

And he started vomiting. That’s no act—it’s real. After years of practicing such acting, I can tell. That’s not acting; he’s genuinely puking.

Wow, our Crown Prince must’ve had shrimp and peppers stir-fried for lunch. Ah, damn, it’s shrimp pasta. This bastard’s bragging to me that he had shrimp pasta for lunch. Is this what they call flexing? Like, “Hey guys, I had shrimp pasta for lunch, rate it.”

But it turns out the rumor about him vomiting at the sight of women wasn’t a lie… Damn, how long is this guy gonna keep puking? Wow, our Crown Prince had salad, beans, and bacon for breakfast. What’s this? Does he think I’m a fitness coach and he’s reporting his meals? The salad has vitamins, and the bacon has protein, so that’s acceptable. But if you really want muscles like Major Armstrong, you shouldn’t have eaten that pasta. Don’t you know carbs are the enemy of muscles?

Honestly, trying to build muscle while eating everything in sight is such a thief’s mentality… Wow, this guy’s gonna puke out his guts at this rate. The beautiful garden is turning into a puke field. Oh, is he trying to fertilize the field? Does vomit work as fertilizer too? My agricultural knowledge is lacking, so I couldn’t understand His Highness’s fertilizing performance.

After finally finishing his “fertilizing,” the Crown Prince wiped his mouth and spoke.

“I apologize. If I had been prepared, perhaps… but seeing a woman’s face caught me off guard, and I couldn’t help but vomit…”

Lorcha graciously accepted his apology.

“It’s alright, Your Highness. It’s due to your condition—who could blame you?”

“Thank you, Lorcha, Tower Lord.”

If someone vomited at the sight of my face, I’d be pissed and probably kick them in the face. But Lorcha forgave him so magnanimously. The rumor that personality is proportional to chest size must’ve been a malicious rumor spread by the big-breasted faction. Look, Lorcha, who has no chest to speak of, is so broad-minded.

And damn, having a big chest doesn’t mean you have a good personality. Those protesters in front of that station were big, so naturally, their chests were big too. But were their personalities on Lorcha’ level? If anyone says yes, my justice-filled fist won’t forgive them. Those big-breasted faction bastards, if I catch them, I’ll teach them the spicy taste of a Brazilian kick. And I’ll make kimchi pancakes with a club.

The Crown Prince still looked nauseous. He really does vomit at the sight of women. No doubt about it now. Not all golden suns are NTR-loving trash. And lately, golden suns are usually seen as symbols of pure love. How dare anyone discriminate based on looks and hurt others? I, the embodiment of Confucianism, won’t forgive such trash.

“And Sir Werner… no, Teacher.”

“Huh? Your Highness, what did you just…”

“I called you by your old title. Does it bother you?”

This bastard Werner clearly used to bully the young Crown Prince, so why is he being so friendly now? Is this a trap card?

“No, not particularly… It’s just a bit sudden.”

“Hahaha, what’s there to hesitate about between you and me?”

The Crown Prince said this while placing his hand on my shoulder. Ah, damn, is this guy into that? Did he realize his sexual identity? He’s not trying to NTR women from me—he’s trying to NTR me from women.

As expected, a person’s appearance reflects their character. Even if the target hole is different, instincts can’t be denied. You didn’t want to become that kind of monster, did you? I’ll cut short the life of a monster who forcibly invades others’ backdoors, so be grateful. I clenched my fist to strike the Crown Prince’s temple and slightly raised my middle finger.

But then Lorcha suddenly spoke to the Crown Prince.

“And I heard Her Highness the Crown Princess is pregnant. Congratulations, Your Highness.”

Wait, damn, he wasn’t after my backdoor? I quickly unclenched my fist. Then why did he vomit at Lorcha? Was he a big-breast-loving, small-breast-hating big-breast-philiac and small-breast-phobic? Then he’s probably the one who spread the rumor that small-breasted women have bad personalities. With the Crown Prince’s power, spreading such rumors would be easy.

Having caught the bastard who spread the rumor about small-breasted women having bad personalities, I was ready to deliver my justice-filled punch.

Until news came that the Crown Princess was arriving.

Lorcha and I knelt again… and the Crown Princess appeared, wearing a half-mask like the Phantom of the Opera. She’s quite a beauty… so why cover her face? Is the Crown Prince forcing her to cover her face because he follows Islam? First the big-breasted faction, now patriarchy… Reasons to forgive the Crown Prince are disappearing.

Lorcha and I knelt and bowed, and the Crown Princess smiled and told us to rise. But the Crown Princess couldn’t even be called big-breasted, so why did the big-breast-loving, small-breast-hating Crown Prince marry her?

The Crown Princess, reading my thoughts, spoke.

“Hoho, you’re wondering why His Highness chose me, aren’t you? Since he vomits at the sight of any woman’s face except family…”

She removed her mask, revealing a beautiful face, but the right side was disfigured by burns.

“His Highness only vomits at the sight of ordinary women’s faces. I suppose my face isn’t ordinary, so it’s fine.”

Ah, so that’s it. Golden suns these days are symbols of pure love. A body that can only love one woman… Perfect trash for romance fantasy novels.

The Crown Prince laughed and said to me.

“I can’t believe I got married before you, Teacher. You were so popular with women.”

“Your Highness…”

“Yes, what is it, Teacher?”

“Back when I was immature, I tied you up with tree roots while you were asleep and… did some other things. I apologize for my rudeness.”

“Oh, did you?”

Damn, I had almost forgotten, but did I just summon the blade of revenge by opening my mouth? The mouth is the source of disaster—I should’ve just kept it shut.

“It’s all in the past, isn’t it? Huh, were you worried I’d hold you accountable?”

Wait, this isn’t right.

“So… you’re saying you won’t hold my past actions against me?”

“The magic you taught me has saved my life more than once, so I’ll let it slide. We all grow up like that, don’t we?”

Wow, damn, he’s not just a golden sun—he’s the sun itself. If anyone insults my prince, I’ll burn them to ashes with magic.

“And you disciplined my arrogance, setting my character straight. That was you, Teacher.”

So Werner, this bastard, was a true educator, inheriting the blood of the Hose family.

“If you truly feel guilty, then please resolve this matter well. Since it involves children, neither I nor the Crown Princess can rest easy.”

Yes, my lord, I’ll tear the kidnappers limb from limb and deliver them to you.