NOVEL NEXT Chapter 95.2
Stage 4-2. Beloved Son And Daughter
“Ouga-sama~! We support your great deeds~!”
“Pure and righteous actions! Ouga-sama is the very model of nobility!”
“Please bestow peace and happiness upon our lives!”
The straight path from the royal castle to the iron-gated entrance.
On both sides, people were crammed together as if to say, “This is it!” The volume of their voices reached levels I had never experienced before.
As I strode proudly down the road, I scattered smiles from the window in response to the voices of the people.
I was so conscious of smiling that my cheeks were about to cramp.
Moreover, the expectations from the people, which I had only vaguely felt before, now became clear, and my stomach began to ache sharply.
This is strange… I’ve already reached a point of no return…
In fact, since I’ve worked so hard to deserve such an event, shouldn’t I be pampered even more?
Things like, ‘Ouga-sama, here’s some support funds as a token of our gratitude! Please accept it!’
Or, ‘Ouga-sama, here’s a local specialty! Please enjoy it to your heart’s content!’
Or even, ‘We wish to work under Ouga-sama until we die! We’ll work hard, so please rest easy, Ouga-sama!’
That’s the kind of direction I’m hoping for.
But instead, it’s all “His Holiness this, His Holiness that…” The thought of having to be even more careful about every little thing I do from now on is exhausting.
For someone like me, who just wanted to create a harem and live an easy life, this kind of fame tax is something I never wanted. In fact, it feels more like a punishment.
“He who judges the evils of the world!”
“The ‘Savior’ who guides us on the path of life!”
“His Holiness, who weaves the future with a kind heart and unwavering courage!”
“””Ouga Vellet-sama~!!”””
And there’s definitely some planted cheerleaders from our territory.
Only a select few can deliver those lines.
Also, what’s with the upgraded “His Holiness” version already? That’s way too fast…
It must be Father’s doing. He’s a complete doting parent after all…
I think he did it to create a celebratory mood for me. After all, there’s a good chance I’d be disliked simply for being the son of the Vellet family.
Thinking about it that way, I can’t afford to slack off in my response.
To the right, to the left. Then back to the right again. I kept moving my face busily, maintaining an awkward smile and waving my hand until I finally left the capital.