Don't Be Kind Rashly (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 141

Hayden Constant Rostana Bellar.

This flamboyantly named person was the grandson of Ernest II and undeniably a member of the collateral line. His father, Archduke Bellua, was the emperor’s son but not the eldest. Hayden, too, was a son of Archduke Bellua but not the eldest.

Free from the burdens of duty, he was blessed with the fate of a fortunate collateral line, coupled with a long life as the Northern Sage. It was truly an abundant life. He lacked nothing and desired nothing. Everything was his, except for the imperial throne or the archducal title, which he had no interest in.

Thus, Hayden was indifferent to those who tried to take what was his or coveted it. He never clung desperately to anything.

Until Carlos Arthur Ingram ravaged Perseta, he was truly a carefree young lord.

He had no ambition for power, no dreams of becoming anything. When told to learn from the Northern Sage, he casually picked up swordsmanship and magic, but only to the level typical of a seventeen-year-old—not particularly exceptional.

“Well, that’s fine. You’re just right for a Northern Sage.”

When his grandfather patted his hair, saying it was enough, Hayden didn’t think much of it.

He studied when he felt like it, and with his strikingly beautiful face, people wondered if he’d live up to its value, but he was utterly nonchalant about that too. In fact, he lacked any sense of desire. Hayden was always content with doing things just adequately, staying in the middle.

So, while his countless cousins clamored for this or that from their grandfather, he stood quietly at a distance.

The adults praised Hayden for not being greedy. No, he simply had nothing he wanted.

Because of this, no one in the Bellar imperial family noticed the deep desire harbored by this nonchalant boy. No one knew what would happen when that desire, born from a parched and deprived state, collided with something else.

Well, since the only person who survived the Bellar imperial family was that unassuming boy, there was no one left to see how he grew up.

“Lu.”

Hayden called out sweetly. He knew exactly how handsome he was and, when he chose, could use that face effectively. And when he used that face, his low, rich voice was so pleasant that combining the two was highly effective, as he well knew.

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