Chapter 13: S1. The Prince, The Flower, And The Resistance - 3
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Chapter 13: S1. The Prince, The Flower, And The Resistance - 3
༺ S1. The Prince, The Flower, And The Resistance – 3 ༻
“Do you perhaps have a job?”
“⋯⋯⋯⋯.”
Struck by a piercing, painful question from Centra, the Second Prince’s complexion turned pale.
“Ahhhh, don’t make that face! I know it’s not easy for imperial citizens to find jobs.......especially for those with blond hair.”
It was a persecution imposed on the imperial citizens, especially those who bore the blood of the Imperial Family.
Although it was only for three days, Irid had experienced it far too many times, to the point that he was sick of it. Even without his status, Irid was still a valuable asset and a high-caliber talent. The position of an Imperial Prince demanded as much authority as it did extensive learning.
As such, he had studied literature, martial arts, calligraphy, horse riding, hunting, considerable combat skills, and thorough knowledge of the imperial laws.
Yet, he still couldn’t find a job. The persecution had robbed him of even the slightest opportunity to at least struggle.
Irid reminisced about his original world.
The Empire was sustaining its massive labor needs through slavery. Not only did they turn criminals into slaves, but children born to slaves were also enslaved.
Until now, he hadn’t really considered the cruelty of the slave laws, but.......
Maybe the Empire’s slave system, and the discrimination against other races, had more flaws than he thought.
“At our inn, ummm.......Job placements? We offer those.”
“.......Jobs?”
“Yes! There are many like Irid, not slaves but not treated as free citizens either. There’s a small group of such people. And it’s a bit embarrassing, but I lead that group.........If Irid’s okay with it, then perhaps...?”
“I’m against it.”
“Ronya!”
Ronya, the female mercenary, interjected with an objection. She scanned Irid skeptically from head to toe and spoke.
“Everyone we’ve taken in so far at least had their identities verified. But not this guy. I did some background checks while you were feeding him.”
“⋯⋯⋯⋯.”
“Nothing. There were no traces of his past at all. Even the people I asked in other cities didn’t have anything on him. Nobody knew a vivid yellow-haired blonde called Irid except for the Wither Emperor. It’s like this guy suddenly fell from the sky one day.”
That was actually true. He had been transported to the future, 100 years later, by a wizard’s Dimensional Travel Magic. Since he appeared beyond his time, he had no connections and no proof of identity.
Irid checked the tattoo on his wrist. He had indulged in luxuries like eating stew and washing with warm water for the first time in a while. Now, the time he had left was about 5 and a half days.
The warmth of the inn and the concerned look in Centra’s eyes. The warmth conveyed through her gaze. Centra’s hand fidgeted, as if wanting to hold his again.
Irid looked out of the inn’s window. Outside, there was nothing but chilliness.
He truly, truly did not want to leave.
Irid faced Ronya squarely. Though his spirit had been crushed by the continuous shocks, the actions ingrained in him over decades did not fail. He imitated the arrogance of Imperial Blood.
“Bring me a document.”
“......What?”
“The inn’s ledger, contract, policy proposal, anything. Just bring one sheet of any document. I shall prove my worth with that.”
“Hey, you’re being suspected right now, you know? Who would trust documents to a suspicious g.......”
“Are you talking about the suspicious guy who couldn’t even get a job after getting beaten for three days? Also, the uncertainty of my identity and my personal ability and character are separate matters. I swear, I shall not cause any loss to Centra.”
“That’s why I have no reason to believe in your wor.....!”
Irid quickly cut off Ronya by turning away. It was pointless to persuade someone who was doubtful just for the sake of being doubtful. He changed his target. While facing Centra instead......
No, while slightly glancing at her from the side, he asked.
“What do you think?”
“Sounds good! I actually have a contract that needs reviewing. It’s for a sewer cleaning service, so could you check if there are any issues?”
“Anytime.”
“Hey! Don’t ignore me!”
Irid felt a bit embarrassed at himself for unknowingly responding in such a quick and enthusiastic manner.
“.......This is why I hate bastards with balls hanging from their crotch. Hey, go to the intersection near the Eastern Adventurer Guild. She said she went to buy ingredients, so go and help her.”
“I shall.”
Irid carefully reversed his rag to cover his blond hair. Centra had washed it cleanly, so it didn’t smell.
After preparing to leave by picking up a large basket placed in the cupboard, Ronya spoke softly.
“Hey, but you know.”
“If you have something you want me to do, say it before I leave.”
“No, it’s just.....Be mentally prepared. The Founding Festival is soon, you know?”
“The Founding Festival?”
“Yeah, a festival commemorating the day the Kingdom Alliance won victory over the Empire. It’s in two days.”
“⋯⋯⋯⋯.”
Coincidentally, it was the same time as Irid’s return.
“After the Founding Festival, it’ll be hard to see Centra. We’re moving into a new era, you see.”
“What era?”
“Obviously, the era of beer and bellows. Go and come back.”
At Ronya’s significant words, Irid recalled the documents he had processed. There were suspicious parts in some of them. It felt like logistics were being diverted elsewhere and items that could be used as weapons were accumulating. He could have investigated if he wanted to, but he didn’t bother.
After all, Irid was a stranger and someone who would leave soon.
As such, he decided to bury the fact that this cozy inn was being used for Resistance activities.
===============================================================
Irid walked through Crownhall, once the capital of the Empire.
As someone who frequently conducted inspections, Irid was very familiar with the geography of the area. He knew all the shortcuts in the back alleys, which allowed him to protect himself from numerous threats.
Dangers such as retired soldiers or noblewomen that seemed to encroach, encircling him in a far too suspicious manner.
As he was hiding his blond hair and walking confidently, no one thought of Irid as a slave. He went to the location next to the Adventurer Guild as Ronya had mentioned and waited for Centra.
“⋯⋯?”
Tap, tap. Tap.
The sound of hurried footsteps. Was someone running away? Irid calculated the direction of the sound and the surrounding geography, then mentally mapped out the escape route of this person.
He didn’t want to get involved in any commotion.
However, if the escapee was a murderer....And if they posed a threat to Centra......
Even though it was just a slim possibility, it concerned him, so Irid jumped over the wall.
He crossed his arms and waited at the end of the escape route. If his prediction was correct, the person would appear soon. 3, 2, 1.......
“Wahh!”
The escapee, surprised to see Irid blocking their path, hit the brakes hard.
It was a bizarre outfit, the likes of which he had never seen before. The outfit, made of a black, glossy material, tightly enveloped the entire body, revealing the person’s curves.
It was full-body tights.
While he could understand its functionality, did the person not feel any shame for revealing their figure so completely? With these thoughts, he looked at the face of this strange individual.
It was Centra, her face flushed red.
“.......Centra?”
“T-This. About this....Let’s run for now and talk about this later!”
“That way is not a good route. Follow me. This direction is better for evading the guards.”
“......Got it!”
Irid, without looking back, jumped over another wall. It was because he couldn’t possibly bring himself to look, knowing that the owner of that body was /genesisforsaken
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Chapter 13: S1. The Prince, The Flower, And The Resistance - 3
༺ S1. The Prince, The Flower, And The Resistance – 3 ༻
“Do you perhaps have a job?”
“⋯⋯⋯⋯.”
Struck by a piercing, painful question from Centra, the Second Prince’s complexion turned pale.
“Ahhhh, don’t make that face! I know it’s not easy for imperial citizens to find jobs.......especially for those with blond hair.”
It was a persecution imposed on the imperial citizens, especially those who bore the blood of the Imperial Family.
Although it was only for three days, Irid had experienced it far too many times, to the point that he was sick of it. Even without his status, Irid was still a valuable asset and a high-caliber talent. The position of an Imperial Prince demanded as much authority as it did extensive learning.
As such, he had studied literature, martial arts, calligraphy, horse riding, hunting, considerable combat skills, and thorough knowledge of the imperial laws.
Yet, he still couldn’t find a job. The persecution had robbed him of even the slightest opportunity to at least struggle.
Irid reminisced about his original world.
The Empire was sustaining its massive labor needs through slavery. Not only did they turn criminals into slaves, but children born to slaves were also enslaved.
Until now, he hadn’t really considered the cruelty of the slave laws, but.......
Maybe the Empire’s slave system, and the discrimination against other races, had more flaws than he thought.
“At our inn, ummm.......Job placements? We offer those.”
“.......Jobs?”
“Yes! There are many like Irid, not slaves but not treated as free citizens either. There’s a small group of such people. And it’s a bit embarrassing, but I lead that group.........If Irid’s okay with it, then perhaps...?”
“I’m against it.”
“Ronya!”
Ronya, the female mercenary, interjected with an objection. She scanned Irid skeptically from head to toe and spoke.
“Everyone we’ve taken in so far at least had their identities verified. But not this guy. I did some background checks while you were feeding him.”
“⋯⋯⋯⋯.”
“Nothing. There were no traces of his past at all. Even the people I asked in other cities didn’t have anything on him. Nobody knew a vivid yellow-haired blonde called Irid except for the Wither Emperor. It’s like this guy suddenly fell from the sky one day.”
That was actually true. He had been transported to the future, 100 years later, by a wizard’s Dimensional Travel Magic. Since he appeared beyond his time, he had no connections and no proof of identity.
Irid checked the tattoo on his wrist. He had indulged in luxuries like eating stew and washing with warm water for the first time in a while. Now, the time he had left was about 5 and a half days.
The warmth of the inn and the concerned look in Centra’s eyes. The warmth conveyed through her gaze. Centra’s hand fidgeted, as if wanting to hold his again.
Irid looked out of the inn’s window. Outside, there was nothing but chilliness.
He truly, truly did not want to leave.
Irid faced Ronya squarely. Though his spirit had been crushed by the continuous shocks, the actions ingrained in him over decades did not fail. He imitated the arrogance of Imperial Blood.
“Bring me a document.”
“......What?”
“The inn’s ledger, contract, policy proposal, anything. Just bring one sheet of any document. I shall prove my worth with that.”
“Hey, you’re being suspected right now, you know? Who would trust documents to a suspicious g.......”
“Are you talking about the suspicious guy who couldn’t even get a job after getting beaten for three days? Also, the uncertainty of my identity and my personal ability and character are separate matters. I swear, I shall not cause any loss to Centra.”
“That’s why I have no reason to believe in your wor.....!”
Irid quickly cut off Ronya by turning away. It was pointless to persuade someone who was doubtful just for the sake of being doubtful. He changed his target. While facing Centra instead......
No, while slightly glancing at her from the side, he asked.
“What do you think?”
“Sounds good! I actually have a contract that needs reviewing. It’s for a sewer cleaning service, so could you check if there are any issues?”
“Anytime.”
“Hey! Don’t ignore me!”
Irid felt a bit embarrassed at himself for unknowingly responding in such a quick and enthusiastic manner.
“.......This is why I hate bastards with balls hanging from their crotch. Hey, go to the intersection near the Eastern Adventurer Guild. She said she went to buy ingredients, so go and help her.”
“I shall.”
Irid carefully reversed his rag to cover his blond hair. Centra had washed it cleanly, so it didn’t smell.
After preparing to leave by picking up a large basket placed in the cupboard, Ronya spoke softly.
“Hey, but you know.”
“If you have something you want me to do, say it before I leave.”
“No, it’s just.....Be mentally prepared. The Founding Festival is soon, you know?”
“The Founding Festival?”
“Yeah, a festival commemorating the day the Kingdom Alliance won victory over the Empire. It’s in two days.”
“⋯⋯⋯⋯.”
Coincidentally, it was the same time as Irid’s return.
“After the Founding Festival, it’ll be hard to see Centra. We’re moving into a new era, you see.”
“What era?”
“Obviously, the era of beer and bellows. Go and come back.”
At Ronya’s significant words, Irid recalled the documents he had processed. There were suspicious parts in some of them. It felt like logistics were being diverted elsewhere and items that could be used as weapons were accumulating. He could have investigated if he wanted to, but he didn’t bother.
After all, Irid was a stranger and someone who would leave soon.
As such, he decided to bury the fact that this cozy inn was being used for Resistance activities.
===============================================================
Irid walked through Crownhall, once the capital of the Empire.
As someone who frequently conducted inspections, Irid was very familiar with the geography of the area. He knew all the shortcuts in the back alleys, which allowed him to protect himself from numerous threats.
Dangers such as retired soldiers or noblewomen that seemed to encroach, encircling him in a far too suspicious manner.
As he was hiding his blond hair and walking confidently, no one thought of Irid as a slave. He went to the location next to the Adventurer Guild as Ronya had mentioned and waited for Centra.
“⋯⋯?”
Tap, tap. Tap.
The sound of hurried footsteps. Was someone running away? Irid calculated the direction of the sound and the surrounding geography, then mentally mapped out the escape route of this person.
He didn’t want to get involved in any commotion.
However, if the escapee was a murderer....And if they posed a threat to Centra......
Even though it was just a slim possibility, it concerned him, so Irid jumped over the wall.
He crossed his arms and waited at the end of the escape route. If his prediction was correct, the person would appear soon. 3, 2, 1.......
“Wahh!”
The escapee, surprised to see Irid blocking their path, hit the brakes hard.
It was a bizarre outfit, the likes of which he had never seen before. The outfit, made of a black, glossy material, tightly enveloped the entire body, revealing the person’s curves.
It was full-body tights.
While he could understand its functionality, did the person not feel any shame for revealing their figure so completely? With these thoughts, he looked at the face of this strange individual.
It was Centra, her face flushed red.
“.......Centra?”
“T-This. About this....Let’s run for now and talk about this later!”
“That way is not a good route. Follow me. This direction is better for evading the guards.”
“......Got it!”
Irid, without looking back, jumped over another wall. It was because he couldn’t possibly bring himself to look, knowing that the owner of that body was /genesisforsaken
Chapter 13: S1. The Prince, The Flower, And The Resistance - 3 S1. The Prince, The Flower, And The Resistance 3 Do you perhaps have a job?.Struck by a piercing, painful question from Centra, the Second Prince's complexion turned pale.Ahhhh, don't make that face! I know it's not easy for imperial citizens to find jobs.......especially for those with blond hair.It was a persecution imposed on the imperial citizens, especially those who bore the blood of the Imperial Family.Although it was only for three days, Irid had experienced it far too many times, to the point that he was sick of it. Even without his status, Irid was still a valuable asset and a high-caliber talent. The position of an Imperial Prince demanded as much authority as it did extensive learning.As such, he had studied literature, martial arts, calligraphy, horse riding, hunting, considerable combat skills, and thorough knowledge of the imperial laws.Yet, he still couldn't find a job. The persecution had robbed him of even the slightest opportunity to at least struggle.Irid reminisced about his original world.The Empire was sustaining its massive labor needs through slavery. Not only did they turn criminals into slaves, but children born to slaves were also enslaved.Until now, he hadn't really considered the cruelty of the slave laws, but.......Maybe the Empire's slave system, and the discrimination against other races, had more flaws than he thought.At our inn, ummm.......Job placements? We offer those........Jobs?Yes! There are many like Irid, not slaves but not treated as free citizens either. There's a small group of such people. And it's a bit embarrassing, but I lead that group.........If Irid's okay with it, then perhaps...?I'm against it.Ronya!Ronya, the female mercenary, interjected with an objection. She scanned Irid skeptically from head to toe and spoke.Everyone we've taken in so far at least had their identities verified. But not this guy. I did some background checks while you were feeding him..Nothing. There were no traces of his past at all. Even the people I asked in other cities didn't have anything on him. Nobody knew a vivid yellow-haired blonde called Irid except for the Wither Emperor. It's like this guy suddenly fell from the sky one day.That was actually true. He had been transported to the future, 100 years later, by a wizard's Dimensional Travel Magic. Since he appeared beyond his time, he had no connections and no proof of identity.Irid checked the tattoo on his wrist. He had indulged in luxuries like eating stew and washing with warm water for the first time in a while. Now, the time he had left was about 5 and a half days.The warmth of the inn and the concerned look in Centra's eyes. The warmth conveyed through her gaze. Centra's hand fidgeted, as if wanting to hold his again.Irid looked out of the inn's window. Outside, there was nothing but chilliness.He truly, truly did not want to leave.Irid faced Ronya squarely. Though his spirit had been crushed by the continuous shocks, the actions ingrained in him over decades did not fail. He imitated the arrogance of Imperial Blood.Bring me a document.......What?The inn's ledger, contract, policy proposal, anything. Just bring one sheet of any document. I shall prove my worth with that.Hey, you're being suspected right now, you know? Who would trust documents to a suspicious g.......Are you talking about the suspicious guy who couldn't even get a job after getting beaten for three days? Also, the uncertainty of my identity and my personal ability and character are separate matters. I swear, I shall not cause any loss to Centra.That's why I have no reason to believe in your wor.....!Irid quickly cut off Ronya by turning away. It was pointless to persuade someone who was doubtful just for the sake of being doubtful. He changed his target. While facing Centra instead......No, while slightly glancing at her from the side, he asked.What do you think?Sounds good! I actually have a contract that needs reviewing. It's for a sewer cleaning service, so could you check if there are any issues?Anytime.Hey! Don't ignore me!Irid felt a bit embarrassed at himself for unknowingly responding in such a quick and enthusiastic manner. .......This is why I hate bastards with balls hanging from their crotch. Hey, go to the intersection near the Eastern Adventurer Guild. She said she went to buy ingredients, so go and help her.I shall.Irid carefully reversed his rag to cover his blond hair. Centra had washed it cleanly, so it didn't smell.After preparing to leave by picking up a large basket placed in the cupboard, Ronya spoke softly.Hey, but you know.If you have something you want me to do, say it before I leave.No, it's just.....Be mentally prepared. The Founding Festival is soon, you know?The Founding Festival?Yeah, a festival commemorating the day the Kingdom Alliance won victory over the Empire. It's in two days..Coincidentally, it was the same time as Irid's return.After the Founding Festival, it'll be hard to see Centra. We're moving into a new era, you see.What era?Obviously, the era of beer and bellows. Go and come back.At Ronya's significant words, Irid recalled the documents he had processed. There were suspicious parts in some of them. It felt like logistics were being diverted elsewhere and items that could be used as weapons were accumulating. He could have investigated if he wanted to, but he didn't bother.After all, Irid was a stranger and someone who would leave soon.As such, he decided to bury the fact that this cozy inn was being used for Resistance activities.===============================================================Irid walked through Crownhall, once the capital of the Empire.As someone who frequently conducted inspections, Irid was very familiar with the geography of the area. He knew all the shortcuts in the back alleys, which allowed him to protect himself from numerous threats.Dangers such as retired soldiers or noblewomen that seemed to encroach, encircling him in a far too suspicious manner.As he was hiding his blond hair and walking confidently, no one thought of Irid as a slave. He went to the location next to the Adventurer Guild as Ronya had mentioned and waited for Centra.?Tap, tap. Tap.The sound of hurried footsteps. Was someone running away? Irid calculated the direction of the sound and the surrounding geography, then mentally mapped out the escape route of this person.He didn't want to get involved in any commotion.However, if the escapee was a murderer....And if they posed a threat to Centra......Even though it was just a slim possibility, it concerned him, so Irid jumped over the wall.He crossed his arms and waited at the end of the escape route. If his prediction was correct, the person would appear soon. 3, 2, 1.......Wahh!The escapee, surprised to see Irid blocking their path, hit the brakes hard.It was a bizarre outfit, the likes of which he had never seen before. The outfit, made of a black, glossy material, tightly enveloped the entire body, revealing the person's curves.It was full-body tights.While he could understand its functionality, did the person not feel any shame for revealing their figure so completely? With these thoughts, he looked at the face of this strange individual.It was Centra, her face flushed red........Centra?T-This. About this....Let's run for now and talk about this later!That way is not a good route. Follow me. This direction is better for evading the guards.......Got it!Irid, without looking back, jumped over another wall. It was because he couldn't possibly bring himself to look, knowing that the owner of that body was /genesisforsaken
