Return of The Unrivaled Spear Knight

m, smiled as he opened his mouth.

“Yerona.”

“Ah! Yes Father?”

The blonde beauty who was strolling alongside him, turned and answered his call.

‘Hasn’t she just turned twenty?’

A blonde woman with melancholy and huge eyes.

She was in a pristine white gown, and her aura was eerily similar to Emperor Verona's.

Her name was Yerona Belle Grace.

Emperor Verona had three daughters.
All of them were extremely brilliant and smart, but he treasured his youngest daughter the most.

“I’m thinking about a lot of things lately—”

Princess Yerona straightened her stance in response to Emperor Verona's anxious voice.

“Is there something bothering you, father?”

“If I—”

Emperor Verona sighed and resumed his speech, which had been disrupted by an introspective memory near the end of it.

“I have a hunch that if I had given Demero the throne, more and more of the Empire's people would have been happy.”

“Why are you saying this all of a sudden?”

Princess Yerona, whose eyes widened for a brief period at Emperor Verona's surprising comments, stated as she remembered something,

“Is it due to the Thran Principality’s affairs?”

“They are our people too.
I usually think of them as a subordinate country, but I hate it when the situation is twisted like this… I don’t want to call them our enemy.
I find this situation very unpleasant.”

“…”

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Princess Jerona remained silent in response to Emperor Verona's statements.

It was because she sensed a tremendous longing in the Emperor's heart for all of his subjects.

“Do you have a number of policies in place for the Principality of Thran? They too must have a better comprehension of your heart than anybody else.”

“Look at this.”

Emperor Verona reached into his bosom and handed Princess Yerona a parchment.

“This—”

After reading the contents of the parchment, Princess Yerona’s eyes gradually began to enlarge.”

“…guards were wiped out—”

“I'll have to look into the details, but this wouldn't have happened if I had handled it properly in the first place.”

“Father.”

Princess Yerona whispered, her voice seemingly melancholy.

He was a father who had adored his children beyond all else, and after them, came his people.

That was why he was blaming himself and condemning himself for the current predicament the Empire was in.

Princess Yerona, whose face had hardened, opened her mouth.

“With my shallow eyesight, I can't foresee everything, but… At the very least, we're aware of one thing.”

“…”

Princess Yerona resumed her speech while her father turned to look at her with a perplexed face.

“The people of the Empire would have suffered far more than they do today if Uncle Demero had risen to the throne.
On the first day I left for the palace with father, I will never forget the smiles on the faces of the Empire's people, and the way they honestly honored father.”

“…”

“Father… You've done a good job thus far, as the sun of the empire, and my father, of whom I am the proudest of.
I am sure that you'll do much better in the future.
As a result—”

Princess Yerona paused her speech and snatched both of Emperor Verona's hands.

“Don't hold it against yourself.
Of course, I don't want my father to be like this, and neither do the people of the Empire.”

“Thank you so much.”

Emperor Verona instantly smiled sweetly.

For a brief period, Emperor Verona raised his head toward the heavens, smiling at Princess Yerona’s words.

“I can't help but think of Demero at moments like this…
he was the most dependable person—”

Princess Yerona's visage had become a frosty scowl.

“For more than ten years, he hasn't shown himself.
He probably doesn't care about the Empire because his life or death is unclear.”

“…”

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Emperor Verona remained silent as he saw the fluttering birds in the sky.

‘I was reminded of the previously amicable Empire and the Principality of Thran when I watched those birds playing together.’

“Please, don't let any more blood pour into this land—”

Emperor Verona, who had been mumbling a little, moved hurriedly and stiffly to somewhere.

“I have to refuse.”

“Why?”

Icarus was taken aback by Joshua's quick response.

“I’m not a worthless servant so I won’t be a nuisance to the Young Master.”

“…”

Icarus spoke urgently but Joshua kept his mouth shut.

“All I want is to prove myself to the Young Master! I will never wish for anything! You don’t need to compensate me or anything! Please reconsider—”

“On the contrary—”

“Yes?”

Icarus was taken aback when he noticed Joshua interrupting his speech in the middle and shouting loudly.

“I'm saying this because I believe your worth is excessively more than for my benefit alone.”

“What?”

“If you really want to show me how valuable you are—”

Joshua said firmly, looking into Icarus's lovely eyes,

“After I leave, change this place yourself.”

“…!”

Icarus' eyes widened as he heard Joshua's following remarks.

Joshua continued speaking and a warm smile spread across his face as he looked at Icarus.

“Well, if it is necessary, you can always use the name of my family.
Besides, staying here where so much knowledge has been accumulated is more beneficial to you rather than following me and being my servant.”

“Joshua—”

Icarus quickly comprehended what Joshua was trying to tell him and muttered something incomprehensible.

It was difficult to believe that the proud Agnus family's child in front of him was so caring towards Icarus.

When Icarus saw Joshua get closer and approach him suddenly, he was surprised and gasped a little.

“I—”

Joshua finished his last words, directing a deep, deep gaze on Icarus, whose face was now blushing red.

“I don’t want my person to be a servant.”