The Sweet Alpha Crown Prince Loves Me So Much Chapter 144

Chapter 144

Was it because he had lived a sincere and good life, even though he couldn’t save his country or himself in his past life? Carl Lindbergh was given class time that was close to a life of luxury.

More than twenty teachers were assigned, and he had to study for more than six hours a day.

It was a murderous schedule that an ordinary noble’s son would have protested at the point where the number of teachers exceeded twenty. However, to Carl, the opportunity to study with the best teachers who had passed the strict screening standards of the Emperor, Empress, and Adrian felt like a stroke of luck.

“Politics, diplomacy, law, etiquette, and other qualities that a Crown Princess must possess. And beyond that, agriculture, animal husbandry, fishing, and other industries and commerce to get closer to the common people of the Empire will be the main content of the classes.”

At the explanation laid out by Count Tipsy, whose protruding belly and red nose tip kept distracting people, Marco and Lulu made expressions of disgust.

“That man was really His Highness the Crown Prince’s teacher?”

“So I’ve heard.”

At Lulu’s whisper, Marco made a dubious face.

“I will be in charge of the overall management, checking if Your Highness has achieved the daily and weekly goals, and if not confirmed, that class will go back to the beginning.”

Ugh.

At the surprisingly tight teaching method, Lulu and Marco frowned.

Lulu, in particular, desperately tried to push away the memories of her high school days that naturally came to mind.

‘Why don’t they just get married and have kids already? As expected of a Korean-style novel.’

She quietly clicked her tongue, thinking she was suffering even after death, and then flinched when her eyes met Count Tipsy’s, quickly looking away.

He looked just like Santa Claus from an animation.

In a world where only ridiculously tall, fit, and handsome people lived, he was a human-like character she had met for the first time in a while, and a flicker of fondness was about to bloom before it was promptly extinguished.

“Hmm, considering Your Highness’s special situation, we have also included classes such as pure science and basic magic, which are not usually taken by Crown Princesses. Ah, of course, you must not forget physical training, including swordsmanship and horse riding.”

Lulu and Marco groaned and shook their heads.

It felt as if they could see the dark inner thoughts of Adrian Heineken, who had found a groundbreaking way to both hasten the marriage and tie down Carl Lindbergh.

The person in question, Carl Lindbergh, however, had sparkling eyes.

Receiving a systematic education beyond just reading books on his own in a haphazard, piecemeal fashion.

It was an opportunity that would fill his deficiencies and become the foundation for him to stand proudly next to Adrian, and his heart was even pounding.

Count Tipsy, pleased with such a reaction, flipped through the papers he was holding and then raised an eyebrow.

“Ah, I hear you’ve been granted a month-long sabbatical, including the day of Princess-Regnant Leia Lindbergh’s coronation next month? I hope you will have a firm grasp of the outline of each subject in your head before then.”

Thud.

Only after the Count closed the door and left did Marco let out a sigh of relief.

“Your Highness, what are we going to do? Even the knight lessons have a mountain of things to learn, and now so many subjects…”

Carl patted the head of Marco, who was grumbling that just hearing about it was tiresome.

“The position of Crown Princess isn’t obtained for free. I have to work hard while I can learn.”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay? It looked super intense.”

Lulu rubbed her goosebump-covered arms.

It would feel like going to high school all over again. Is there really no comfortable K-transmigration life where you don’t have to study or get caught up in incidents?

Well, if that were the case, Carl Lindbergh wouldn’t have met Crown Prince Adrian either.

Lulu, surprisingly, had overlooked the fact that she was living a cushy transmigrated life.

In order to let her stay naturally in Heineken’s imperial palace while hiding the fact that she and Carl Lindbergh were real siblings, Adrian had maintained her original position as a ‘prophetess.’

Unlike her, who had become the protagonist of <I Live in the Imperial Palace Without a Title Thanks to My Brother> without even realizing it and was lazing around, Marco, who had many things to do, excused himself first.

“Hey, let me ask you something. When you become an Omega, do you become more tearful and stuff?”

At Carl’s out-of-the-blue question, Lulu asked back, “Huh?”

“No, I’ve never heard anything like that.”

“Really?”

Carl made a complicated expression.

“Why? Have you become more tearful lately? Do you get gloomy just by seeing leaves fall?”

Suddenly afraid that her brother might have gotten depression, Lulu asked, and Carl shook his head.

“It’s not like that. But I keep crying at the drop of a hat. I’m not depressed, but I cry when I’m moved, and I cry when I’m sad.”

It seemed like I expressed most of my emotions with tears, Carl said with a bitter smile.

“The other day, when a woken-up Charlene smiled at me, I even teared up a little at that.”

He’s not even his real mother, but seeing him smile, moving his little hands with his messy hair, Carl’s heart felt strangely warm.

“That’s strange. Was His Highness Adrian there too?”

“Yeah. He’s been waking up earlier than me these days.”

Adrian, unable to bring himself to stop Carl from going to Charlene, had chosen to go see Charlene with him instead.

When Carl soothes Charlene, he snatches him away and soothes him instead, and when he starts to squirm uncomfortably, he quickly hands him over to the servant in charge and leaves the room.

There was nothing he could do even when the servants whispered about whether the two were already practicing for parenthood.

Thanks to Carl, the brotherly bond was steadily building up.

Anyway, he had wondered if becoming more tearful was also a side effect of being an Omega, Carl tilted his head, and Lulu chewed on her lip.

“What side effect of being an Omega? There’s no such thing.”

“…Really?”

“I have a guess as to why, though.”

“What is it?”

Lulu gently took both of Carl’s hands.

So fine. So delicate. These are hands that know no hardship.

“Brother, originally, people cry when they’re sad, cry when they’re moved, and cry when they’re angry.”

“That’s true. But…”

The degree seems a bit excessive. To Carl, who was half-joking, half-serious about whether he would lose control later on, Lulu shook her head.

“You’ve been holding it in too much until now. You have to have someone to comfort you to feel like crying. What’s the point of crying alone when there’s no one to comfort you?”

“Ah.”

Carl understood what Lulu was trying to say.

“It’s because of Adrian.”

As he muttered as if to himself, Lulu smirked.

“That’s right. Because that doting fool is by your side, you can let your tears out without worry.”

That’s right. Lulu is right.

Because there were people here to comfort him and people to rely on, Carl Lindbergh had become a crybaby.

“For me, it’s a joyous thing. I was too young, and even though I knew you were shouldering a lot on your own, it was hard to endure, so I pretended not to know. I’m sorry.”

At the end of her words, Lulu felt like crying. She too felt as if she were properly facing her brother for the first time.

It would have been nice if she had expressed herself more when she was alive over there.

“Hey, what’s with the sudden sentimentality?”

Carl twisted his body in embarrassment.

Lulu, who had also become awkward, let go of Carl’s hand with a huff.

“Phew, I can’t stand this cheesiness either. I’ll live my own life well, so you just live well in Adrian’s arms without thinking of getting out.”

The siblings looked at each other and blushed.

They pretended to be nonchalant, helplessly looking at the empty air.

Lulu, faithful to her role, thought even in this situation.

‘If Adrian were here, he would have burned with jealousy again. It’s a shame I couldn’t see that.’

 

***

 

At the time when the siblings, who hadn’t been particularly affectionate, were blushing just from holding hands, Adrian, whose jealousy radar was activated, shot up from his seat.

“Hm? Is something the matter?”

Belatedly realizing that he was with Count Bourbon and Emperor Glenn, he fumbled to sit back down.

“It’s nothing.”

“Weren’t you dozing off and dreaming that Carl was meeting another guy?”

Glenn chuckled.

“My, dozing off? During such an important time of deciding how to use the sabbatical.”

The Count, who knew full well that Adrian hadn’t been dozing, deliberately acted annoyingly.

“It’s just that I felt a chill.”

“It’s starting to get warm, and you felt a chill? Try to make a more plausible excuse.”

Knowing there was no end to Glenn’s teasing if he got drawn in, Adrian clamped his mouth shut.

“Just get on with what you were doing.”

He threw out one sullen comment.

Count Bourbon swallowed a laugh.

“Then I will go over it again. The coronation is said to proceed for a total of three days, starting with the extradition of Brust Kirchner. However, His Highness the Crown Prince will only be attending the coronation on the second day.”

“Still, we’ll have to stay for two more days. That boy Carl will want to.”

Glenn had told him to stay as long as he liked, but Adrian had no intention of doing so.

“We will stay for exactly the three days of the coronation.”

He didn’t want to waste a single day when they finally had time to spend just the two of them.

“Overseas tours consume unnecessary manpower and time, so are you still of the mind to compromise by touring the provinces within the Empire?”

“Yes. We intend to stay put in one city for a week if possible.”

That’s my son. Glenn crossed his arms and nodded.

Count Bourbon moved his hands as if flicking an abacus in the air and drastically reduced the number of personnel needed for the escort.

“If we assume a week’s stay in one place, there are only two places with imperial-owned villas. For the other one, we will have to be indebted to a feudal lord.”

One to the southeast of the imperial capital, and one to the northwest.

In those two places, there are locations that are responsible for the recreation of the imperial family. Both boast natural environments blessed by heaven and prioritize safety, so they are guaranteed a perfect rest, making them safe choices. Then where would be a good place for the remaining one?

Carl Lindbergh, citing his lack of knowledge of the Empire’s geography, had entrusted the entire itinerary to Adrian.

So his shoulders were heavier than ever.

After this sabbatical, the two of them would be in a position where they couldn’t move about carelessly, so he wanted to give him the best memories.

At the rare sight of Adrian in deep thought, the Emperor and the Count met each other’s eyes and smiled.

“We will go here,” Adrian said.

“I had a feeling you would.”

“An excellent choice. I am sure His Highness the Prince will also be satisfied.”

The place Adrian pointed to was a southern town that was moderately lively, moderately secluded, with delicious bread, but even more delicious ‘rice.’

Thinking of Carl, whose cheeks would puff up with joy, Adrian’s shoulders rose on their own.

He was also looking forward to the special reward he would receive from a happy Carl.

“Then I will send word to the lord separately. Shall I ask him to provide you with delicious and enjoyable memories?”

“Excellent.”

At Adrian’s excited expression, it felt as if the sun were rising in the Count’s heart as well.