Hayden Constant Rostana Vellor.

With a splendid name, he was the grandson of Ernest II and, by all means, the heir. His father, Duke Bellua, was the son of the Emperor but not the eldest. Hayden, too, was the son of Duke Bellua but not the eldest.

Without the burden of duty, his fate as the fortunate heir was complemented by a long life as a Northern Sage. It was truly an abundant life. There was nothing lacking, and there was no need for greed. Everything belonged to him. Except for the throne, excluding the grand ducal position.

So, Hayden was indifferent to having his possessions taken away or coveted by others. He didn’t strive to grasp anything like a villain.

Until Carlos Arthur Ingram violated Perseita, he was truly a young man living moderately.

He had no ambition for power, and he had no dreams of becoming something. When told to learn from the Northern Sage, he half-heartedly learned swordsmanship and magic, but it was at the level that children his age could do, not anything extraordinary.

“Well, okay. Just a Northern Sage.”

When his grandfather said that, patting his head as if to say, ‘Well, that’s fine,’ he had no particular thoughts.

He studied well if he felt like it, and since his face was too charming, he thought about using his face value well. However, that area was also quite uninteresting. No, there was no desire in the first place. Hayden was the type to do everything just moderately.

So, when numerous cousins asked his grandfather for this or that, he stood quietly at a distance.

Adults praised Hayden, saying he didn’t covet anything. No, he had nothing he wanted.

Because of that, no one in the Vellor royal family noticed the deep desires harbored by the indifferent boy. When everything became dry and lacking, no one knew what would happen when those desires touched something.

Well, there was only one person left in the Vellor royal family who survived, so there was no one left to see how that boy had grown.

“Rue.”

Hayden called sweetly. He knew how handsome he was, and he knew how to use his face effectively. And when he used that face, his low and rich voice was very pleasant to listen to, so it was excellent when used together.

“Rue, what do you want to be?”

Of course. What does your sister want to be? With brown hair done up neatly and ribbons forming the shape again, two small hair buns were directed toward the older sister.

“The future Countess Fletche and Viscountess Poulrie? Or……”

“Duchess!”

“Marchioness!”

Before Hayden’s words were finished, Sia and Bella quickly added.

“Um, um, again……?”

Bella looked at the Duke as if asking for help. As if her position was right where the older sister was, the Duke, who sat down like he was dreaming, looked up at the older sister.

“Also, you can be a Duchess.”

“Wow!”

“What’s a Duchess?”

Sia clapped her hands, and Bella asked with difficulty. Hayden took Bella’s small hand as if to help her, and, kissing it lightly, he said.

“The wife of a Duke.”

“What’s a Duke?”

“Well, in our country, a person who rules over a wide land and is called a Duke when included in our country as a brother or sister of the Emperor, or someone who once ruled a wide land alone but was included in our country.”

Bella found the explanation somewhat difficult, but she pretended to understand.

“A person who rules over a land smaller than the Emperor.”

Hayden kindly added.

“Ugh. Duchess. Again?”

“Again, there’s also an Empress. Your sister can do anything.”

“Wow.”

Bella clapped her hands and looked at her sister again.

“Sister, sister, what do you want to do?”

And Hayden, like a gallant poet courting a lady or a low-ranking knight, leaned his face on Rue’s knee and smiled.

“If you marry me, you can do everything from Empress to Marchioness.”
He was gambling right now. Or, to be precise, he was engaging in a mock fight with the absent Rue’s suitors. And the lady he was courting simply brushed his hair away with a faint smile.

“Why should you do everything? Just pick one thing.”

Bella extended a cute finger.

“Because, my dear, the Duke is both an Emperor and a Grand Duke, and a Marquess, Viscount, and Earl, he has them all.”

“Wow!”

“Wow, then.”

“I want to marry the Duke!”

Hayden laughed heartily, hugged Bella, and gave her a kiss on her chubby cheek. Bella returned the kiss to the Duke.

The children were sent to the now-rebuilding royal educational institution. It’s called an ‘institution,’ but it was just a few scholars and what Ophelia named.

Hayden was too busy to have the luxury of rebuilding the institution for royal children. Since there were no children to teach in the royal family right now, such matters were pushed to the back. Even though the Emperor was now dealing with all the postponed tasks, he didn’t have the intention to clear his desk and get up even though the children had gone.