This Bastard is Too Competent

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It was because of the betrayal of the queen whom she thought was on her side.
She couldn’t believe the queen agreed to let this place go.

 

‘The Second Prince, the child she gave birth to herself.
Has she already forgotten that it was the youngest who cut off Brother’s arm?’

 

It was truly unbelievable.

The Second Princess then turned around.

 

“Pri-Princess! Where are you going!”

 

“I’m going back.”

 

The servant followed the angry Second Princess.
However, that direction was not the Rose Palace, the main palace of the Second Princess.
Instead, she was heading toward the Lily Palace.
It was the direction of the First Princess’s palace.

The Third Prince shrugged at the sight.

 

‘I didn’t know the queen would give this to the youngest.’

 

Honestly, it was unexpected, but the Third Prince soon approached Ian and stroked his head slyly.

 

“Youngest, I can help you, but don’t underestimate the noble factions.
Because they’re after you.”

 

Ian immediately raised his guard.
The Third Prince was a great enemy who once tried to kill him in the past. 

However, unlike then, the Third Prince whispered secretly.

 

“Rope in Lavaltor.
I don’t think the nobles will just let the Second Prince’s case go.
Well, or just Garcia is fine.”

 

The Third Prince did not wait for Ian’s answer and turned around. 

Ian didn’t even have time to stop him.

The Third Prince turned around and winked as he flashed a sly smile.

 

‘His letter came to Duke Lavaltor…’ 

  

 

The Third Prince remembered the time when a knight of the First Order came to see him yesterday.

The First Knight Order belonged to Lavaltor, but he was personally close with them.

 

“So, what are the trends of the nobles?”

 

“Yes, it’s exactly what you guessed.
And it seems that the Second Prince has sent a letter to the commander, Duke Lavaltor.
It looked like he asked for help.
Here it is.”

 

The Third Prince’s face darkened, but he smiled lightly as he checked the correspondence he received. 

 

“Who tore it up so fancily?”

 

“The commander tore it up himself.”

 

Recalling that time, the Third Prince smiled.

He still liked Ian.
It was true that they were in the same situation, but Ian was also different from the other brothers who were blackhearted.

So, he wouldn’t let him die in the Battle of Ranking.

 

‘Even if he ripped Brother’s letter, there’s no way Lavaltor would move for the Seventh Prince.’

 

Ian was on Garcia’s side. 

After the Third Prince left.

 

Shhh.

 

From the shadow of a tree at the spot where the Third Prince had gone, a woman appeared.

A shadow of small stature, wearing the same outfit as the man who attempted to assassinate Ian in the annex.

The woman promptly took out a crystal ball.

 

“Reporting.
The Seventh Prince is assigned the Crystal Palace.
Also, from the Third Prince’s remarks, he is seemingly supporting him…”

 

[What? Louis?]

 

The voice from the crystal ball was none other than the Second Prince’s voice. 

He found it ridiculous to hear the news of Crystal Palace.
At the same time, he seemed to get more heated when he heard that the Third Prince, the biggest thorn on his side in the succession war, favored Ian. 

His anxious voice soon was heard.

 

[What happened to Lavaltor? Why doesn’t he reply to my correspondence?]

 

“According to the report of No.
2, the duke himself moved the First Knight Order.
It must be for the Second Prince.
He is your father-in-law.”

 

Then, the Second Prince’s voice softened a little. 

 

[Yeah.
Duke Lavaltor wouldn’t abandon me.
He seems to be trying to deal with him himself.]

 

“Then shall I continue to follow the Third Prince?”

 

[No.
From now on, keep an eye on the damn youngest.
Since he has been officially announced as the Seventh Prince, distinguished guests and envoys from other countries will come next month during the Founding Day.
We have to deal with him before that.
Well, before that, I think Lavaltor will gather the nobles and take care of him.]

 

“I will follow your order.”

 

When the assassin was about to disappear back into the shadows.

 

“Ugh!”

 

Someone yanked the assassin from behind at once.
It was a nimble, ghost-like move.

And it was the hand of a firm and honest man.

At last, he dragged the assassin toward his lord, and his lord smiled.

 

“Well, I knew it.”

 

Ian gestured to Galon, who had captured the assassin. 

 

***

 

‘A scented candle here as well?’

 

Ian frowned. 

As if they knew he would come, the scented candle in question was mixed in the training ground.

 

‘Well, it doesn’t seem to affect me, so it doesn’t matter.’

 

He called Duke Garcia’s physician just in case, but he said he had no problem because he was too healthy. 

In fact, he felt better.

However.

 

‘If it wasn’t with good intentions…’

 

If that was poison and if that had been in the same place in the past, his past self might have gotten addicted.

But now he was not too worried.

He had a reason for it. 

 

Woong! Woong!

 

, which was radiating a soft light from Ian’s heart, and the First King’s cloak. 

They were demonstrating their power as if protecting Ian.

Still, it felt awful to have bad feelings.

 

Fwoo.

 

Ian extinguished the candle and quietly collected the evidence.
When Karan had finished investigating, he was thinking of using it in reverse.

But there was something else important now.

 

“You’re here.”

 

Galon handed him a wooden sword.

 

“Would it be okay with me instead of Nathan?”

 

“Yes, there’s no other answer if I die in the .
They’ll try to kill me before I become an adult.
We have to be careful of sneak attacks.”

 

It wasn’t only that.

The upcoming National Founding Day would be an event where the successors’ abilities would be tested, and someone would surely announce the Battle of Ranking before that.

 

‘I don’t know if the rumored Fifth and Sixth Princes will come.’

 

Ian had never seen them in his previous life, but he was not sure this time.
It was because the future was changing.

When Ian arrived at the training ground while talking to Galon.

 

“Hmm? Who are you?”

 

There were some knights standing on the training ground.
They were all royal knights. 

The knights bowed to Ian.

 

“The First Princess sent us.
She asked us to help with your training for the competition and the Battle of Ranking.”

 

Ian sneered. 

The First Princess?

 

“My training will be helped by Sir Galon here, so you can go back.”

 

Ian was blatantly driving them out.

But they didn’t budge and instead approached Ian.

 

“I am sorry, but it will be in your favor to receive the sincerity of the First Princess rather than Sir Galon, who doesn’t live up to the name of the Three Great Knights of the Continent.”

 

“We’ve prepared a special training for you.”

 

“…”

 

But Ian snorted. 

 

“My training teacher is my choice.
Go back now.”

 

“I can’t do that.
Her Highness the First Princess ordered it herself.
I think those who have a lot of hands-on experience will be much more helpful to you.”

 

It was the moment when Ian was about to argue back at their words.

 

“Then shouldn’t you go back?”

 

“!”

 

Another knight arrived.
This time they were all dressed in blue uniforms. 

They were the First Knight Order, one of the best Kaistein forces defending Kaistein. 

 

“We are sent by Duke Lavaltor.
He told us to help the prince train.”

What? Lavaltor?