People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 203

I finally escaped that feeling of my shrimp-back splitting open and sighed in relief.

No matter how much Ronowe and Beris had matured since turning eighteen—far more than they were at ten—once they set their minds to it and started chattering, they knew far more now thanks to their grown-up minds, making their arguments dazzlingly complex.

Honestly, the recent exchange hadn’t even qualified as a real fight, but since Ronowe had provoked Beris by insisting only she could stay by the Crown Princess’s side, creating a sort of prelude to battle, I’d been secretly uneasy.

But if you asked whether I was afraid to step in and stop them from fighting, I’d say no.

When have I ever trembled in fear of the Fleur twins? It’s just that playing with them like a nanny, matching their rhythm, and soothing them when they get noisy is tiring and bothersome—that’s all.

Just recently, after we’d revealed our true identities to each other, I’d grumbled even during my clash with Freyrie.

‘Carlisle, that fellow’s improved his rhetoric quite a bit.’

Anyway, it’s convenient that Carlisle—the one who matured most admirably—handled detaching Beris himself. My early judgment, made even in childhood, that he had the makings of a general was spot on.

To be honest, I kept Jeff and Hecate close because they showed promise of greatness, but they were always so anxious and visibly overthinking things that it made me uneasy.

Yet now, seeing him overcome his shortcomings through effort, change his temperament somewhat, and shed traits that might’ve held him back—becoming genuinely impressive—how fortunate! He acts reliably even without being told what to do, making him the perfect, convenient talent for me, the future Emperor, to employ.

‘Convincing that stubborn one—impressive.’

Thus, this mirrors how, in my past life as the Late Emperor, I’d deliberately place advisors in precisely suited roles, granting them opportunities to demonstrate their abilities. Someone might gasp and accuse me of exploiting them like slaves, but what else should I do?

After all, those I personally nurtured and assigned to their respective fields based on talent during my reign as emperor repaid my trust handsomely, becoming my excellent eyes and ears everywhere.

As for Carlisle—well, if he ever finds serving under me unbearable, he’ll leave. Though he doesn’t seem like the type.

Thud. Thud—

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