Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 356 (Part 2):

“Your Highness, you must now keep your promise.”

Luke Yaeger spoke again.

“I know. But if he ascends to the position of Grand Duke of Renosa……”

A faint worry arose in the Second Prince, different from what Helmut might have anticipated.

He did not think, ‘I must recruit Helmut at all costs.’ Rather, if Helmut decided to kill the Second Prince, no one would be able to stop him.

The Second Prince—no, no one—could contain Helmut.

A strength that wasn’t his own. An overwhelmingly powerful force.

He could single-handedly take on an entire knight order and defeat it.

If a swordsman of that caliber became a ruler and defeated the Temple, what would happen next……

“Ambition would grow, and he might begin to covet even more.”

Perhaps the tip of his sword would cross borders and point toward Basor.

Helmut was the Sword Saint’s disciple, but unlike Luke Yaeger, who had inherited Basor’s blood, he was different.

There was no guarantee he wouldn’t turn hostile.

Luke Yaeger shook his head.

“That’s the one thing I can assure you of, Your Highness. Your concern won’t become a reality.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Luke Yaeger grinned.

“It might sound disrespectful, but… the Sword Saint could have aimed for Basor’s throne. Yet he never did.”

The Sword Saint had subjugated demonic beasts, turned deserts into habitable lands, and made Basor prosperous.

Countless people followed him, and the respect for him bordered on worship.

If he had demanded the throne, the King of Basor would have had no choice but to relinquish it.

But Darien didn’t do that. Until his disappearance, he showed no ambition and remained faithful to his duties as the Palma Knight Commander.

Darien Deferth was someone who even found those trying to befriend him—or even the King himself—annoying.

Luke Yaeger shrugged.

“Those who reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship are mad about the sword. And those who are obsessed with one thing don’t have eyes for anything else.”

Their gaze shifted to Helmut, who was now walking toward Alea.

Alea placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered.

“It’s been a while since you really got to move your body. Satisfied?”

“More or less.”

“Good job.”

A brief, comfortable exchange. But their eyes remained fixed on each other.

The Second Prince frowned.

“Seems like he’s still paying attention to something else.”

“……Indeed. Which means there’s one more thing occupying his mind, so all the less reason to be concerned.”

“That does make sense.”

The Second Prince nodded. Luke Yaeger added as if reminding him,

“Above all, Your Highness must keep your promise. This is Basor, after all.”

Basor reveres the strong. The victor of a duel deserves a reward. Helmut had earned the right to claim what he wanted.

He had proven it himself.

“Of course. But Knight Commander, there’s one thing I want to say.”

Luke Yaeger asked, puzzled.

“Yes?”

“Why don’t you try being a little distracted too?”

“Distracted… what do you mean?”

He looked utterly confused. The Second Prince smirked.

“It’s fine for the Knight Commander to lose. Your opponent was the Sword Saint’s disciple. But for the Knight Commander to keep getting rejected by women, how can you maintain your honor? At this rate, you’ll end up the only bachelor in the Palma Knights. I’d rather not hear that kind of gossip.”

“…I’ll do my best.”

“Excellent. I’ll hold you to that.”

The Second Prince’s tone was firm. Luke Yaeger, having been scolded, scratched his head awkwardly and stepped back. It was a bit confusing—why was he being told to find a woman instead of being urged to get stronger after losing a duel?

The Second Prince kept his promise. With the Second Prince at the center, all those who had watched the duel stood in rows on either side.

Opposite the Second Prince stood Helmut. The Second Prince addressed him.

“You may now remove your helmet.”

Helmut took off his helmet. His surprisingly youthful face drew gasps from the crowd.

As they saw his striking black hair and dark eyes, some began to speculate about his origins.

The Second Prince spoke in a solemn voice.

“Everyone here must be curious about who this man is.”

The surroundings grew quiet once more. All ears were on the Second Prince.

“His name is Helmut. Some here know the truth, while others do not. He is the successor of the Sword Saint, sent to the Forest of Roots, and also the rightful heir of Renosa, who was unjustly stripped of his rights by the Temple.”

There was power in the Second Prince’s tone.

“He sought Basor’s help, and today he has proven himself worthy of it.”

He declared firmly.

“Basor will help him.”

Those words were enough. Helmut was the victor, and this was Basor.

No one objected to the Second Prince’s words, and the matter was settled.

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