I Was Reincarnated as the Prince in a Villainess Story, so I’ll Use My Cheat Knowledge to Create a Noble Lady Harem and Make Them All Happy - 63 END

Chapter 63: I Was Reincarnated as the Prince in a Villainess Story, so I’ll Use My Cheat Knowledge to Create a Noble Lady Harem and Make Them All Happy

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Morning light filtered into the castle courtyard, as if pushing up the night. At the site of the sealing pillars—a place where the edges of the white scars glowed faintly—two shadows appeared. It was Valis, and Reina, who was held in his arms.

“Ah!”

At Feril’s short cry, the gazes of everyone present converged on them at once. Miria, who had been sleeping while leaning against Feril’s shoulder, snapped her eyes open and leaped to her feet in the next instant.

“Reina, you idiot!”

“Reina-neesama!”

Their voices rang out simultaneously as the two of them lunged at Reina as if determined not to let her escape. Caught in the momentum of being tackled, Reina blinked her eyes and then, with a face caught between tears and laughter, whispered, “I’m home.”

A short distance away, Duke Elfein and Marquis Agreia approached Valis and bowed in unison.

“We are truly glad you are safe.”

“Your Highness, I know not what to say…”

Livele, Marquis Agreia, was beyond words, simply bowing his head deeply. Valis nodded back. While he felt the reality of his return and the sense of accomplishment from bringing Reina back, he first checked with Duke Elfein.

“What is the current status of the Holy Kingdom’s movements?”

“Lord Ars is still on standby, but the problem is—”

“Don’t worry, those guys can definitely never attack us now!”

Miria shouted, cutting off her father’s words. Her voice had regained an innocent brightness for the first time in a long while. Valis and Reina looked at each other.

“…What do you mean?”

“The Holy War was invoked. However—”

Once again, Miria interrupted Duke Elfein’s explanation.

“I guess I’m just loved too much by God!”

Miria made a peace sign and tossed out a quip.

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“You used ‘Call Arios: Descent of the Creation God’ to fire back a Holy War?!”

Valis and Reina’s voices joined in surprise. Reina hurriedly began checking Miria’s body.

“Is your body alright?! Does it hurt anywhere?!”

“Hey, Reina, stop. Ahhn… not there…!”

Valis heard a strange sound from Miria, but he pretended not to hear it. Beside them, Feril wore a gentle smile. The Amon who had left Valis—”Koma-chan”—was rubbing against Feril’s cheek affectionately.

“I see, a mana supply through Amon’s power—”

Valis took a small breath to compose himself. He understood that by the same logic he had used Amon’s power to exercise the Chronos Cage, which he normally shouldn’t have been able to use, Miria had used “Amon’s supply” to “evade the price” of her life for the Call Arios.

“Seriously, your very existence is the ultimate cheat.”

Feril smiled bashfully and stroked Koma-chan’s head. A memory of his previous life’s story, “The Crown and the Cage of Purity,” flickered through Valis’s mind. The protagonist of a story where the ladies “become happy”—the grand “cheat” was, as expected, Feril.

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“I am sorry, Father.”

Reina threw herself into Livele’s chest. The Marquis froze for a moment in surprise, but immediately wrapped both arms around his daughter.

“Mother helped me.”

“Laura did? What do you mean by—”

As Livele showed his confusion, Valis hesitated for a moment before taking out the silver bracelet and opening the page of “Laura’s recorded message” transcribed by Solitaria Scripta. Glowing characters appeared, accompanied by a quiet voice. The “words of Laura,” possessing a tone like the ringing of a gentle bell, fell into the space one by one.

“…This is Laura’s voice.”

Laura’s true feelings and wishes, along with her words of love for him, flowed into Livele’s ears.

“…”

The strength left Livele’s arms, and his knees hit the ground.

“…Ah, Laura. Was I truly this ignorant of everything… forgive me.”

Valis felt a pang in his chest at the voice of remorse. Knowing the true wishes and feelings of the long-departed Laura might bring Livele new suffering. However, he certainly had the right and the duty to know this. While supporting the weeping Livele, Reina whispered.

“Father, I was born between a father and mother who loved each other. I am proud of that.”

The long-standing misunderstanding between parent and child had finally reached its “end” here. The sight warmed Valis’s heart. And in the moment relief spread through him, a sudden wave of exhaustion hit his body.

I want to rest first.

Valis felt a quiet happiness in the fact that he could finally think such a thing in this current situation.

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Six months had passed since Reina’s rescue. The wedding of Valis and Reina, as well as Valis’s enthronement, were temporarily “postponed.” Priority was given to settling domestic unrest and handling diplomacy with neighboring nations. And now, the King Ars and Queen Mina were traveling together on a “tour of surrounding countries.” 

The meaning of the King, who usually avoided etiquette, and the Queen, who almost never appeared in public, “showing themselves together” was significant. Doubts faded, and the borders grew quiet. It was Valis who had come up with the idea for this tour.

Mina, who had withdrawn into the shadows out of guilt over the matter with Laura, and Ars, who had caused it. Now that the concerns had been dispelled, he would have them work for the kingdom while also using it as a “long-overdue honeymoon”—it was a “plan to kill two birds with one stone.”

“As expected of Your Highness. Such wickedness, never missing an opportunity even when faced with a setback. That’s how a king should be.”

Duke Rozheim curled the corners of his mouth.

“Couldn’t you phrase that a little better?”

Valis shrugged his shoulders. Duke Rozheim, in his role as Prime Minister, skillfully balanced quips with practical business. Another person whose position had changed greatly was Miria. For security reasons, the existence of Feril as a spirit-user commanding Amon remained “unreleased to the public.”

As a result, the Holy Kingdom recognized Miria—who had exercised Call Arios: Descent of the Creation God and yet had not lost her life—as the “Supreme Saint,” placing her at the “head of the candidates for Pope.” Rejecting this would significantly shake the Holy Kingdom’s very reason for existence. Reluctantly, Miria accepted the recognition as a Saint once more, agreeing to regular visits limited to “ceremonial functions.”

“If you don’t make it so I can travel back and forth in about three days, my body will start aching, and I might just have an affair over there!”

“That’s not the kind of threat a Saint should make! Besides, where did that frequency come from when you’re here?!”

Though he wasn’t exactly responding to her “threat,” the “spirit locomotive rails” toward the Holy Kingdom were prioritized for construction, making travel possible in a “two-day round trip.” Demand for it as a pilgrimage route also emerged, and the Holy Kingdom welcomed it as a “spread of the faith.”

And then, the former Kingdom of Beltea—now the “Beltea Territory.” By Valis’s judgment, preparations were moving forward to make this a “Free City” that did not belong to any specific nation. This was to avoid “Alveria taking on everything” from the perspective of the power balance, and to prevent the “overextension of the defense line” on the southern border.

For the time being, Marquis Agreia would handle the maintenance of public order, but a transition to a “civilian guard” was planned for the future. Self-governance would be established by abolishing nationality and forming a parliament through “elections of merchants and artisans.” Even if immature, this was the “seed of democracy that Lynas Wolm had dreamed of.”

Of course, the “money and influence” of powerful figures sent from various countries might muddy the elections, and “corruption” would likely spread if Alveria did nothing. But even so, it was worth trying—that was the official stance, while Valis simultaneously held the private thought that since the Alveria Kingdom had its hands full, they should “work hard to improve their own country themselves.”

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Another six months passed, and the “Day of Coronation” arrived. The day had come for Valis to become “King” and Reina to become “Queen.” With everyone, starting with Miria and Feril, watching over them, the ceremony proceeded solemnly. Valis was captivated by the beauty of Reina standing beside him.

Reina smiled quietly, meeting his gaze. In her form filled with compassion, there was no shadow of a “Villainess.” No, “there never had been one from the start.”

“…As I thought, you are fit to be the Mother of the Nation.”

The same words he had once whispered naturally leaked from his lips. Reina blinked her eyes just as she had back then, but replied with words different from that time.

“Not just me, but Miria and Feril are waiting as well, so you must hurry.♡”

Ahead of her gaze, Miria’s eyes, full of curiosity, and Feril’s ephemeral eyes glowed softly. Valis turned back to Reina and placed his hand on his chest.

“Of course, I will give it my all.”

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