I Was Reincarnated As The Older Brother Of A Villainess Destined to Die, So I Want To Change The Future By Raising My Younger Sister With My Own Hands – Volume 3 – Chapter 6 – Part 3

Duel(3)

“[Harmonic Adjustment].”

The spell has the same name as the one that lifted the curse of the land, but its effects are much better than before. Weemlay’s body glows for a moment, and the effects of the spell are immediately complete.

… Yeah, it’s over. The black chains that were entangling his body are completely gone.

How do you like it, Your Highness?

I’m asking just in case.

Weemley’s eyes twinkled and he looked at his hands.

“Oh, my God. I’m really feeling better. This is it!”

He fell and jumped out of bed.

“I’m standing up. I’m on my feet!”

Weemley saw himself standing on the ground, tears streaming down his face. He was trying to act tough, but he was feeling the pain.

But he collapses soon after, probably because he’s been in bed for so long.

I quickly supported him and made him sit down on the bed.

“I’m sorry. I got excited.”

No, I understand completely.

“I’m glad you said that.”

She’s blushing and shy, so it’s probably best not to mention it any further.

I changed the subject.

“Your Highness. Next, I want to eliminate the source of the curse.

“Oh, yeah, right. Where’s the source of this thing?”

Weemley’s happy to hear that. Now that I’ve been successfully cured… he no longer has any doubts about me. I could see his trust in me in every word he said.

It’s that table drawer.

“What?”

Weemley frowned deeply at my words. Then he looks a little hesitant and his face goes pale.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Weemley opens the drawer in a panic and takes something out of it.

At that moment the hint of a curse flowing out of him increased. It seems he’s taken out the spell.

What he had in his hand was a palm-sized bag.

Your Highness, that’s the source.

When I point this out, His Highness drops his head, his face still pale.

“Oh, yeah. I knew it.

“What is it?”

“My… The cure.”

“Treatment…”

He takes a pill from a sachet and stares at it in astonishment.

I understand it better now that I’ve seen it firsthand. This incantation, which closely resembles a pill, is very different from the one in Count Pthep’s diary. It didn’t curse all at once but slowly weakened the subject as if strangling him with a cotton ball. It’s as if he’s in a weakened state due to infirmity.

If the potion he prescribed was planted, it’s a safe bet there are people in the palace who want to kill Weemley. That’s why he’s so pale.

Are you sure about the doctor’s identity?

“Aha, there’s no doubt. He comes from a family that’s served the Holy Kings for generations.”

“Then it’s possible that a third party replaced them.”

Of course, there’s a good chance it was your doctor, but it seems a terrible thing to tell an upset Weemley. I’ll keep quiet now.

I don’t know what to do.

Weemley looks lost.

It’s understandable. If the other side finds out that he’s cursed… they may try to kill him in other ways. But he’s halfway out of the running to be the next Holy King because of his infirmities… he has no way to protect himself against threats.

You’ve just been freed from the oncoming Reaper… but another one comes back with a scythe around your neck… you can’t hide your uneasiness…

But it’s a little early to be getting anxious. I had this in mind when I offered to lift the curse.

I whisper to Weemlay.

Do you need my help?

“… What do you want?

Really? The fact that he responded so promptly shows he’s in excellent hands. It’s amazing how he doesn’t lose himself in the face of imminent death.

“I want His Highness Weemlay to be the next Holy King.”

I wasn’t interested in becoming the next Holy King in the first place. There’s a reason ・・・・・・ I don’t do it now but I was considering independence from the Holy Kingdom by the time the next generation takes over.

But I’ve changed my mind after learning of the First Prince Weemrey’s character and abilities. If he’s the next Holy King, I’m willing to put our independence plan on hold. That’s how much I liked Wormleigh.

His eyes widen when he hears my proposal.

I thought you weren’t interested in becoming the next Holy King.

Why do you say that?

“When they see your magic, they’ll understand. That there is no equal to Foranada. At first I thought you’d come to the castle to apologize to the Holy Family, but it turns out you’ve got it backwards.”

Well, since the colorless one broke the curse, it’s only natural.

“Yes, you’re right. I’m not going to apologize for doing nothing wrong, and I will make the Royalists pay.”

“It’s scary.”

Weemley cowered deliberately. From the look on his face, he wasn’t going to tell anyone.

I don’t think he had anyone to tell, and even if he did, he wouldn’t have believed me. He’s taken that into consideration before revealing the truth.

“So why do you want me to be the next Holy King?”

“Because I need you to build the future I want, Your Highness.”

“What kind of future do you want?”

“It’s a future where families are happy.”

“…. Okay.”

Weemley looked me straight in the eye and nodded quietly.

“Very well… I’ll take you up on your offer, Master Zechs. As of this moment, Foranada is my faction. I will not allow you to withdraw now.

I’m not withdrawing.

Weemley shows some mischievousness and I smile back at him.

Then we talked briefly about our future plans. For the time being he will remain under the curse and Foranada will come forward as his guardian when the time is right. Then he will be able to protect her with his authority and we will not have to worry about her life.

I’d love to get behind you right away, but things are going to be hectic in Foranada for a while. It was better to wait until things had settled down.

I’ve got it all together.

“We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause, and ask for your patience.”

“Look, I’m used to being bedridden. It’s better than ever, having hope.

We shake each other’s hands with smiles and wish each other good luck.

Well… We’ve made some unexpected gains, but the real work begins later. Tomorrow at 10:00 a.m., we will begin the Foranada’s march.