Chapter 10.1 - I’ll Give My Try At Coquetry (1/2)

Chapter 10: I’ll Give My Try At Coquetry

“Understood. Is there someone you have in mind for the representative of the delegation?”

“I’ll leave it to Earl Beretta.”

The official didn’t find anything strange even after hearing Latil’s request. Karisen’s emperor, Hyacinth, had visited Tarium to study abroad back when he was an Imperial Prince, and when for his marriage, Latil had visited Karisen as the representative of the marriage delegation.

Recently, Tarium had even sent a delegation to request a consort, so Latil’s orders were to be taken for granted.

But after the official headed out, the Chamberlain who knew of Latil and Hyacinth’s history could only ask worriedly.

“Will you be alright, Your Majesty?”

The Chamberlain had remained an aide since the previous emperor’s reign, so he clearly remembered just how much shock Latil had received after receiving news of Hyacinth’s marriage, and just how indignant she became after hearing of his request of a consort afterward.

But Latil gave a teetering smile and nodded her head.

“I wasn’t earlier, but now I think I’ll soon be very fine.”

“Your Majesty…”

“Hyacinth needs to pick those who’ll be my man with his own hands and experience it for himself. How I felt.”

‘Would he be dumbfounded? Or would he find this ridiculous? Will you mock me because it’s obvious what my intentions are? Or… would you be hurt, even just a little bit? Either way, it’d be even better if I could see his reaction firsthand, but that would be impossible.’

“Anyways, Marquess Savlée, what do you think about Duke Atraxil? Do you think he’ll send his son to me?”

“Are you referring to young master Ranamoon?”

“Yeah. The duke wanted his son to be prince consort. Do you think he’d be willing to even send his son as a consort for the seat?”

“I doubt it.”

The Chamberlain recalled Ranamoon whose nose touched the sky even from a young age, and shook his head again.

“If it’s young master Ranamoon, he will not come even if Duke Atraxil forces him to.”

“I’ll be a consort.”

Contrary to the Chamberlain’s expectations, it was Ranamoon who had volunteered first as a consort.

Duke Atraxil was astonished, and questioned back.

“Just now, my words, did you properly understand them?”

Knowing his son’s personality well, Duke Atraxil also had thought that Ranamoon wouldn’t enter the harem for sure. But he’s voluntarily stepping up on his own?

“You told me that the emperor had proclaimed that she’ll take in consorts.”

“But you’re telling me that you want to be a consort?”

“Yes.”

Ranamoon answered indifferently and stared back at his father. Unlike someone who had just made an incredible statement, he had a very peaceful attitude. But on the other hand, Duke Atraxil was even more surprised and his heart began to pound.

Before Latil had risen to the seat of emperor, back when she was still competing with Prince Tralla, the one that told Ranamoon about the position of a prince consort was Duke Atraxil. He had even boasted that ‘you’ll become prince consort’ to Ranamoon.

So when Latil had announced that she’ll be taking in consorts, he was extremely embarrassed. Not only were his plans all messed up, but what would he say to Ranamoon, who he had confidently promised the seat of the prince consort?

He was at a loss of just how he would pass on the news to his son, whose pride reached the heavens.

Ranamoon was very prideful. If he heard the news, he was bound to turn the household into a sheet of ice for at least several months.

But it wasn’t as if the duke could go on hiding it forever, so he swallowed his embarrassment and told the absurd news. When his son had just simply announced that he’d become a consort unexpectedly, the duke was the one to be astonished instead.

“Perhaps, son. Do you not know…… what a consort is?”

It’s not like he has absolutely no interest in social circles. But what if he doesn’t even know what a consort is? If he doesn’t, then what do I tell him? The duke awaited Ranamoon’s answer, with a perplexed mood.

Luckily, Ranamoon answered without reserve.

“Although a custom originally from Hwa Wol, it is an established culture which spread and settled in back in the age of the Great Cultural Exchange. They were called the ‘concubines of the emperor’ before then. Of course, unlike a concubine whose only role is one as a lover, selected personally by the emperor, a consort may be offered to the emperor regardless of their will and may serve as a hostage, depending on the circumstances. However, as they are accepted as one of the members of the royal or imperial family, not only are they able to reside within the emperor’s harem, the children of a consort are accepted as the children of the emperor, unlike those of a concubine.”

“Right…”

The duke nodded his head reluctantly. He seems to be perfectly aware of what a consort is, textbook-wise.

“Unlike an empress, they are not assigned any official work, and it is their top priority to provide enjoyment and stability to the emperor.”

Looks like he’s also well aware of the practical aspects.

“One must also be talented in bed.”

Reality as well.

“Although I’m not experienced yet, I am capable of acquiring skills quickly. If I learn one, then I can realize ten in no time…”

“Son!”

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Flabbergasted, Duke Atraxil slapped his hand across Ranamoon’s mouth. Although an adult, he was still his son. He didn’t want to talk about such things with his all-grown-up son. Of course, he’d hate it even more if his son wasn’t all grown up.

Ranamoon pushed the duke’s hand away, apathetically.

“Isn’t this the reality?”

“Yet, you still want to go?”

With your temperament?

“Yes.”

The corner of Ranamoon’s lips curled up coldly.

What Duke Atraxil had been concerned about, was right. Unlike his impassive exterior, Ranamoon was currently in a state where his pride was extremely damaged. Even then, the reason why he was volunteering himself was that his pride was damaged even beyond what Duke Atraxil had been expecting.

Ranamoon initially had no strong ambition to become prince consort. To Ranamoon, the seat of prince consort was ‘Although I don’t want to, I’ll just do it’ sort of position.

But that didn’t mean he wanted to yield the position to another. Whether he wanted or not, he would still feel displeased if someone else took the seat he was a strong candidate for, because he didn’t want to bow down to those incompetent than him just because they were the prince consort.

But… What? Not picking a prince consort? Taking in consorts? Choosing the prince consort among the consorts?

Ranamoon ground his molars together. The emperor wasn’t an idiot. She obviously knew who the leading candidate was, for the prince consort. By announcing that she wouldn’t be choosing a prince consort basically meant that she didn’t want to take him in as her prince consort.