Transmigration: Forced to Be a Fake

22 - threat of return

Actually Meridian kind of thought that Andaru was relaxing to enjoy free time before the plot of the story made him go to war again, but it turns out that the Crown Prince was not just sitting around handsomely enjoying tea.

Said his adjutant that Meridian met, His Majesty is presiding over a small noble gathering. So Meridian had to wait for a while in Andaru's private room, accompanied by a glass of marshmallow chocolate.

Meridian's tired of tea.

While waiting for his beloved fiancee, Meridian went around.

Andaru's super duper workspace is spacious, beating out the Meridian's vast super room. Equipped with two sets of sofas laid out in different places, plus some giant shelves containing books and documents.

The table is also large, perhaps freely used rolling.

At first glance it looks like a boss workspace in general, but there is no computer, also the paper is old-fashioned with a strange book pen that is amazingly difficult to write.

Not enough to see it, Meridian was curious to look through the file.

Most of it is only about land and business building permits. But there are some interesting things that Meridians pay attention to.

A Dungeon? There is a dungeon in this world?

Laila that. Was he unable to discern which one he should put down as it was important for the storyline and which one was not?

Well, but there's magic anyway, so at least there should be a dungeon or magic just to chop wood.

Then, what was his dungeon like?

"What are you looking at seriously, Nonaku?"

Meridian glanced at Andaru who had just entered the room. He thought about moving on, but it was canceled because Andaru gestured not to do so.

"Your job." Meridian put that file down again. "What is a dungeon, Your Majesty?"

Andaru was frowning. "yes too. You forgot the memory."

Then he went to lean next to the Meridian, facing her.

"Dungeon is .. Call it like a playground of monsters. That place was connected to the Dark Forest, so that adventurers could hunt them with higher security."

"Why are such monsters preserved instead of annihilated?"

There was a mysterious smile on Andaru's lips as he said, "To give the people a chance to hone their skills directly."

Meridian. "What is it to select an army?"

"What do you mean?"

"Eitherway. Maybe like you so can see the potential for survival, the sharpness of war strategy and the like if they fight monsters directly. I heard it from Herdian—I mean, Young Duke. That the demon nation has gone extinct, while the monsters are sealed."

"Herdian, huh?" Andaru's eyes instantly moved into Meridian's hands.

Because of the Princess earlier, the Meridian became too focused feeling sorry to forget.

But he didn't panic either. If Andaru was the jealous type who would slaughter all the meridians, Herdian had already died first since yesterday.

"By the way, Nonaku," Andaru did not respond to Merdiain's allegations, but instead proceeded to take something off the shelf, "i've filed marriage documents on the temple."

Silent meridian.

Andaru's red eyes glowed, revealing his reptilian iris. "Is that how you say 'thank you', miss?"

The mana around the Meridian churned.

"It's not something I can control." Meridian grabbed the document. "What did my brother say about this?"

"Your brother has no rights in our marriage."

"Don't be so cold, Your Majesty. After all, Dion will be your brother-in-law. Please pity her a little."

"I can't offer mercy to those who want to separate me from you."

"You're so sweet." Meridian glanced at Andaru's hand.

The last time he used magic, he only needed his index finger.

From what Meridian knows about magic, it cannot be turned into magic without any trigger or stimulant movements.

The mind is the determinant, but movement seems to be obligatory. Whether it's snapping a finger or just opening a palm, magic will activate with it.

Without it, it cannot.

Meridian did not have time to ask Herdian correctly or not, but at least Meridians could not. So he assumed he couldn't.

Because otherwise, Andaru would not have needed to use his index finger that time to draw Meridians.

Now that index finger doesn't touch the table. He was like holding on to a table, but his index finger was pointing at the Meridian.

Simple too.

"So?"

Andaru raised an eyebrow. "So?"

"Are you sending adventurers as the guise of choosing warriors?"

He thinks he can just switch the conversation? That topic was about something Meridian wanted to discuss.

"Why are you interested, Miss?"

"Because somehow you didn't tell anyone about my magic power."

The Meridian suddenly made a huge blaze and set his mind not to burn anything, including dust.

As expected, Andaru defensively activated a barrier similar to Herdian's, but red and more concentrated.

His eyes were shining extremely brightly staring at the Meridians.

"You control it." He smiled curiously. "I heard that your strength suddenly rose after amnesia. Dion won't be generous teaching you magic control, and Raphael definitely won't."

"Why is that?"

"Because controlling it also means strengthening your magic, Miss."

Meridian jerks. Turn off her magic at once.

"You who don't control it are already three levels above me. Especially you who control it. The temple will really consider you a traitor. They might teach you control and make you even scarier. Do you think I'm sitting here watching birds chirp? I'm watching the nobles. Our engagement means the political relationship between me and the Marquis. I thought you understood."

No. gabe. Meridian did not understand because he did not know what the political pattern of the kingdom was.

In the republicans, the determinants of power are the political factions and back-up supporters behind the scenes. But since the Meridian was never really interested in imperial patterns, it only knew that the nepotism system was the decisive one.

So he didn't really expect Andaru to need political power beyond that.

After all, usually politics is not too discussed in fantasy romantic novels like this. The crown prince of his conflict only wants to be killed but survive and become king. Political factions are just displays.

In fantasy novels, too. Politics always loses out to the combat power of the characters, especially the main characters and antagonists, because if highlighted, combat power will not stand out.

This is beyond Laila's ability.

Is it possible for this world to run according to the real world even though it is based on Laila's wishes? Like, although Laila does not specify the reason why this is so and so, focus on the reason of love only, in this world time runs normally.

So Meridian sees more than a novel usually tells?

"You want to say that in order not to be seen as a traitor or to be considered to be planning a rebellion, then my magic power will forever be left at the lowest level?"

"You understand."

"So why would you want to marry a monster like me?"

"You asked for it."

"Then why did I ask for a cancellation, you refused?"

Andaru did not deactivate the magic in his eyes. He was watching the meridians. "What are you trying to say, Nonaku?"

In the blink of an eye, Meridian flicked a finger. Now it is not just fire, it blatantly gives off its water and wind, clumping against each other like a disaster.

For the first time Andaru looked so honest, surprised to see all that. Because in this place there is a barrier of the main character, Meridian thinks of combining the three elements.

Not so that he could create kekkei tota, but to have each other's elements clash.

In the blink of an eye, a magic explosion blew away everything.

Including a table in front of the Meridian itself.

The explosion was so destructive. A deep red barrier appeared around Andaru, but two long scratches hit his cheeks and arm were torn off.

"Do you know what the difference is when I like you and when I don't really like you?" Meridians again collect magic with their index finger. "I never thought anything was hard to do. Even if it's hard, I think it's easy so it's really easy."

Andaru returned his gaze with those reptilian eyes. For a moment there was only silence before he suddenly laughed, ending a handsome fucking grin.

Hid.

Face teasing.

"Are you threatening me back, Miss?"

"Do you need to be clear?"

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