The Terminally Ill Young Master is the Mad Dog of the Underworld-Chapter 351

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Chapter 351: The Coronation

I visited Valkenhain Castle with my honor guard and Grunewald's Royal Guard.

As I passed through the wide-open castle gates, the subjects gathered on both sides of the main road threw flower petals.

“Welcome, Young Lord!”

“How can he be so magnificent!”

“That is the greatest swordsman on the continent, the one who defeated the Dark King.”

“And to think he is so young.”

Amidst the tremendous welcome, I rode my white horse across the main road.

“Is His Grace the Duke riding in that carriage?”

“The Black Serpent Duke and Fourth Duchess have come as well.”

My father and mother did not emerge from the carriage.

It was a sign that I was the protagonist of this event.

“Wow… this is amazing.”

“Is this what they call the wedding of the century?”

I could hear Taris and Kaimak, my attendants, chattering behind me.

“Be quiet. Are you hicks?”

Jeffrey immediately established discipline.

“Why are you cursing at us?”

“My goodness, what pathetic fools.”

I ignored the noise from behind me and continued forward.

…I saw Siena, dressed in a gown more beautiful than any I had ever seen, and Duke and Duchess Valkenhain, dressed in formal attire.

“Young Lord.”

Siena smiled brightly.

I desperately suppressed the urge to shower her beauty with all sorts of compliments.

“It’s been a while, Lady.”

Next to her, I also saw Jillian, who looked quite a bit more mature than when I first met him.

“Brother-in-law, it’s been a while?”

“…Welcome.”

“Son-in-law.”

The Duke, looking both pleased and slightly wistful, patted the back of my hand.

“Father-in-law, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

“My heart is reassured to meet the hero of the continent like this.”

Duke Valkenhain also greeted my parents.

“Welcome, Duke Georg. And Duchess Lusatia, welcome.”

“It has been a long time,” my father said, pleased.

“Your Grace, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

My mother also offered a dignified greeting.

“The Young Lord takes after his mother a great deal.”

“Hmm, a fortunate thing,” my father joked.

“Hahaha! The same is true for my Siena.”

Duke Valkenhain laughed heartily, then suddenly shed a single tear.

“…Hmm, to be so magnificent. If I must marry my daughter off, it must be to a man exactly like this.”

It was the tear of a doting father.

“But I do not want to let her go.”

“Hahaha!”

My father laughed as if he understood that feeling.

“Are you not retiring soon anyway? You can just see her often.”

“Hmm, perhaps I, too, should acquire a flying carpet…”

At that, I instinctively said.

“I will build a large cruise ship to travel the Lindella River.”

“What!”

The father-in-law’s lips curled up at his son-in-law's blatant flattery.

“Ahem. I don't know whose son he is, but he's quite something.”

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For about three days, we held a grand feast, drinking until we were dizzy, curing our hangovers, and drinking again.

We set the wedding date and location, decided on the gifts, and even received names for our future son and daughter.

“Wow, my face is so swollen.”

I muttered, looking in the mirror.

“You’re handsome even when swollen, so don't worry about it, ‘darling’.”

“……!”

Siena, as if embarrassed by her own words, cleared her throat.

“Ahem. Why?”

“It's nothing.”

I hugged Siena and said.

“I just like it.”

“Ahem-hem-hem!”

Siena, letting out a series of coughs as if she had choked, took a step back.

“It's still a bit much. I’ll just call you Allen.”

“You tried hard, though.”

Siena was, surprisingly, the type to get embarrassed easily.

“By the way, Allen.”

“Yes?”

Siena said.

“Now that we are engaged, there is a place I want to go.”

“Where is that?”

“The grave where ‘Karzan’s grandfather’ rests.”

“……!”

Seeing my expression, Siena smiled.

“If we have decided to become husband and wife, it is only proper to visit our elders.”

I won't bother explaining how I reacted to those words.

***

The grave where my grandfather was buried was modest, but it was well-maintained.

“…I paid the nearby residents to manage it.”

Ivan, receiving my gaze, cleared his throat and explained.

“It’s nothing much.”

“It is a great thing. Especially since this isn't even Flanders, but a distant foreign country.”

Come to think of it, the place where my grandfather and I had lived was neither Flanders nor Litvaleur, but a kingdom in the north.

“……Everyone.”

I looked at the people who remembered Karzan: Adeline, Zamuel, and Ivan.

Then, I looked at Siena, who had become my partner in this life, and my vassals, Zizek, Peter, Olivier, and Jeffrey.

…Finally, I looked at my father and mother.

“This is the benefactor who saved Karzan, and who made it possible for me to be here today.”

I placed the flowers I had prepared on my grandfather's grave.

“Grandfather. The little boy you took in has come to this place.”

Karzan had become Allenvert Grunewald.

From an abandoned orphan to the mad dog of the underworld, and then again to the Duke of Grunewald and, embarrassingly, a 9th-tier transcendent.

“……Well, I’ve become quite a respectable man.”

But this entire journey had begun with the warmth of a simple country man who could not turn away from a dying orphan.

“I have lived my entire life cherishing the words you gave me.”

My grandfather had passed away long ago.

But I would not forget the flame I received from him.

“Grandfather.”

I did not wipe away the clear tears that flowed.

“……Please, rest in peace.”

I suddenly looked up at the sky.

A bird with white wings was circling above us.

“I hope that bird is you, Grandfather.”

“Perhaps it is.”

Adeline placed the flowers she had brought on the grave, then looked at me.

“Live happily, Karzan. You deserve it.”

“……You too. We both must be happy.”

Adeline smiled softly.

We were now at a point where our past as lovers had been emotionally sublimated, and we could cheer for each other’s present.

“By the way, I was very surprised to hear that Lord Ivan had been taking care of this place.”

At Adeline’s words, Ivan scratched his head.

“Well… for me, it was the least I could do to atone.”

“Look at you, getting all shy.”

Zamuel chuckled.

“Regardless of our affiliations or origins, we were true friends. To the point where I was sometimes jealous.”

“What’s there to be jealous about between men?”

I snorted.

“Allen.” 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

My father looked at me.

“Would it be alright to move this grave to Grunewald?”

“Ah, if you would do that, I would be more than grateful.”

“The good deed of an old man has changed the fate of this continent and saved Grunewald.”

Siena then added.

“It is true, ‘Father’.”

“Father, you say. Well, now.”

My father scratched his cheek, then let out a hearty laugh.

“This is quite ticklish.”

My mother joked.

“You’ve gained a daughter-in-law, and soon you’ll have grandchildren, right? You’re all old now.”

My father smiled, pleased.

“Yes. It’s the perfect time to retire.”

***

Several years passed in a flash.

“Did I not tell you to press the garments neatly?”

“M-My apologies, Head Chamberlain Peter.”

Head Chamberlain Peter was in the midst of preparations for the coronation, managing the countless attendants, servants, and maids within the royal castle.

“Tomorrow is His Majesty’s coronation. I have told you time and time again that there must not be the slightest flaw.”

“I-I will keep that in mind.”

“You may go.”

“Yes.”

Peter’s younger sister, Bridget, smiled faintly.

“Head Chamberlain. Are you not overworking yourself?”

“If necessary, I must stay up all night.”

Head Chamberlain Peter said coldly, adjusting his monocle.

“Sleep can wait until after the coronation is over.”

…The Duke of Grunewald, Allenvert, had been offered the throne by the 8th Prince, who had been enthroned as king several years prior.

The 8th Prince was, in effect, demoted from King of Litvaleur to Grand Duke of Litvaleur, but it was also clear that a 9th-tier transcendent, the absolute ruler of the continent, could not be bound by the relationship of a king and a lord.

“It seems like just yesterday that the Young Lord was wandering the underworld, changing clothes here and there, and using me as a contact.”

Bridget, who had grown into a virtuous lady and the object of many's admiration, spoke.

Peter, stroking his stiffly starched collar, replied.

“It truly was a great journey.”

They were siblings, but they maintained a strict professional boundary at work.

It was an attitude befitting the dignity of the Head Chamberlain.

“……To think that His Grace would be offered the imperial throne like this.”

After the Grunewald Duchy was elevated to a Kingdom, the Empire was invaded by nomads from 'beyond the continent' and requested Allenvert's aid.

In response, Allenvert, along with his wife, Siena Grunewald, a few close aides, the King Father Georg Grunewald, and the two elders Leszek and Geninghen, flew into battle.

“……They didn't even take an army, as if they were just going for a walk in the neighborhood.”

Then, he single-handedly wiped out the 30,000-strong army and their Great Khan, and the foreign tribes immediately submitted to his authority.

“You’re making me come all this way, which is a pain in the ass. Are there any more of you? If so, bring them. If you make me come out here again, your family will be annihilated for three generations. Got it? If you got it, answer.”

The Great Khan, after being slapped a few times, tearfully revealed the locations of the tribes that had not yet submitted.

Within two days, all the tribes had been beaten to a pulp and had submitted.

“Still, I never imagined the Emperor himself would ask to abdicate his throne.”

The Emperor had accepted the reality that he could no longer protect his own lands with his own power.

He voluntarily relinquished the title of Emperor and was instead enfeoffed as a king.

As a result, the Grunewald Duchy, after becoming a Kingdom, had finally become an Empire.

Tomorrow was the day of the coronation of that very Emperor, Allenvert Grunewald.

“Bridget, let us go see His Majesty.”

“Yes, Head Chamberlain.”

Peter, his back ramrod straight, headed for the Emperor’s bedchamber.

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“Daddyyyyyyy!”

“Keoheok!”

Allenvert’s eyes snapped open at the assault of his daughter landing on his chest.

“You have to get up now! The sun is up!”

“Ughh, just a little longer.”

“No!”

The little girl, who was a mix of Allenvert and Siena, rolled around on her father’s broad chest.

“You must call him ‘His Majesty’ now, sister. Please, maintain some dignity.”

A boy, who looked a year or two younger, said in a prim voice.

“I don’t want to. You can call him that all you want.”

“……”

The younger brother did not yet possess the verbal skills to refute his sister’s arbitrary logic.

“You’re a princess now. How old are you going to be, causing such a ruckus in your father's arms?”

The Empress, Siena, who was already up and straightening her clothes, sighed.

“I’m not getting married. I’m going to live with Daddy forever.”

“A fine thing to say for a seven-year-old.”

“Hehe.”

At that, the boy said sulkily.

“If you don’t get married, sister, who will carry on the family line?”

“Who cares. You can just do it.”

“I don’t want to be the Emperor.”

Allenvert, who was yawning widely, muttered.

“They’re my kids, but I have no idea how I ended up with two like this.”

Of course, he was in no position to talk.

“What are you just standing there for? Go fetch some water for washing.”

“……Yeees.”

Head Chamberlain Peter, having received his habitual nagging, let out a faint sigh.

This man was about to become the emperor of a newly established empire.

But Allenvert hadn't changed at all from the days when he roamed the underworld, scratched his stomach, and playfully teased him.

“……Hehet.”

The thought suddenly made Peter happy, and he smiled.

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“Your Majesty. An urgent intelligence report has come in.”

“What is it?”

The kingdom's (now empire's) Intelligence Director, Venion, who had still not been permitted to retire, reported.

“There are assassins planning to kill Your Majesty tomorrow.”

“Huh?”

At those words, Jeffrey tilted his head, dumbfounded.

“His Majesty?”

“That’s right, Grand Commander.”

“Are they insane? By what means do they think they can kill a 9th-tier transcendent?”

“I have no idea.”

“How absurd.”

Allenvert, picking a piece of food from between his teeth with his fingernail, said.

“Just leave them be. This will be fun.”

“What, you’re just going to leave them?”

“Where else in the world can you find entertainment like this? Assassins appearing at an emperor’s coronation, only to get beaten up by the emperor. That’s a story worthy of the continent’s history books.”

“That sounds just fascinating.”

“Right?”

“That was sarcasm.”

Allenvert, ignoring Jeffrey’s words, said to Venion.

“But please, Mr. Intelligence Director, just make sure no civilians get hurt.”

“Why bother? We can just round them all up right now.”

“It's easier to catch them all at once.”

Venion shook his head.

“Fine, whatever. Just don’t end it in one blow, that’s no fun. Go easy on them.”

“……”

Head Chamberlain Peter and Head Butler Olivier, who had been watching this scene, looked at each other.

‘Head Butler, is this really a conversation befitting an Emperor and his vassals?’

‘Indeed, it is not.’

It seemed this was a conversation that should not be recorded in the empire’s history books.

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