The Incompetent Bratty Prince is out (3/4 chapters)
Protagonist Explains the Situation
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“Wait!” (Owen)
Owen shouted loudly, interrupting me as he put his left hand out in front of me.
Well, I expected him to react like this.
“I’m sorry, but… could you let me have this?” (Owen)
“Owen.” ()
“Please! I absolutely need this! I’ll do anything for it! So!” (Owen)
Owen jumped off his seat and pleaded, rubbing his forehead against the floor.
Since I first encountered Owen, I wonder how many times I’ve seen him grovel like this. I’m starting to get tired of it.
“Don’t say something selfish. This Saint Water Jug Aquarius belongs to Lord Orlando.” (Harold)
“But Lord Orlando said it himself! His Majesty the King instructed that ‘the handling of the treasure will be entrusted to Harold and Owen’!” (Owen)
“That is…” (Harold)
“Then! It means I can decide how to use this without any issues!” (Owen)
Ah, geez, even though he’s an idiot, he’s surprisingly quick on the uptake. It’s still true that he doesn’t think things through.
“Don’t be ridiculous. If you decide how to use it, you have to pay Lord Orlando for it. Can you do that?” (Harold)
“Th-that’s…” (Owen)
“Impossible, right? Just because you’ve become the Fourth Prince doesn’t mean you have unlimited funds at your disposal. Let me tell you, don’t think for a moment that this is something that can be covered with just that kind of money.” (Harold)
“Ugh…” (Owen)
I’m aware that my words are a bit harsh, but this guy still doesn’t understand what being a prince is about… or rather, he doesn’t know what he can and cannot do. If I don’t make him understand that point… he may be easily used by King Eibar. After all, Owen is the protagonist of Enhaz.
“By the way, what do you plan to use this for… well, whatever.” (Harold)
“Hey! What do you mean by ‘whatever’!” (Owen)
“It means exactly that. I don’t know what your intentions are, but since you won’t be able to have it anyway, knowing won’t matter.” (Harold)
“Well, well, everyone, please calm down. It seems that His Highness Owen has a strong attachment to this treasure, but as His Highness Harold mentioned, we cannot give it away for free. In that case, it would be better to make it a casino prize and acquire it that way.” (Orlando)
Well, that seems reasonable. The owner of the Saint Water Jug Aquarius is Baron Orlando, and he should have the final say in how it’s handled. Moreover, if it’s a prize, Owen would have a chance to obtain it. But whether he can earn enough coins for that is another question. No, it’s probably impossible.
That said…
“It’s true that His Majesty the King has entrusted us with the handling of the Saint Water Jug Aquarius. Since it’s such a valuable item, we can’t give a quick answer, so could we have a little time?” (Harold)
“Of course. However, please keep this treasure confidential until then.” (Orlando)
“Understood.” (Harold)
It seems that we won’t be discussing anything further with Baron Orlando today. I’ll come back another day.
“Come on, let’s go.” (Harold)
“…” (Owen)
I half-forcibly got Owen, who was still groveling, to stand, and we left the VIP room… but
“…I’m disappointed in you, Aniki.” (Owen)
“What do you mean?” (Harold)
Owen muttered something under his breath, and I furrowed my brows in response.
“Of course! Do you have any idea how many people could be saved with that?!” (Owen)
“What? Are you planning to use the Saint Water Bottle Aquarius to help people?” (Harold)
“Well, it’s not that grand of a thing, but…” (Owen)
No, why is he getting shy after starting this conversation?
“Well… as you know, I come from the slums, and life and death there are lighter than anywhere else.” (Owen)
Owen scratched his head and began to speak haltingly.
In short, it seems that the residents of the slums have no money for treatment, and if they get injured or sick, it’s not uncommon for them to die. I knew that already. In fact, it seems Owen lost an acquaintance when he was young and cursed his own powerlessness to do anything.
That’s why Owen decided to become stronger, and before he knew it, he had risen to a decent position in the slums at just 16 years old.
“…So, if I had the Saint Water Bottle Aquarius, the people in the slums wouldn’t have to suffer, right?” (Owen)
“I see.” (Harold)
I replied in a light-hearted tone that was inappropriate for the heavy atmosphere.
“Then, all the more reason I can’t give the Saint Water Jug Aquarius to you.” (Harold)
“What?! Why not?!” (Owen)
“Since you wouldn’t understand even if I explained it, anyway. In short, I’m against it.” (Harold)
“What?! Aniki!” (Owen)
Leaving the shouting Owen behind, I exited the casino with Xandra and the others.
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