The Mad Prince is a pacifist?
General of Siamcats’ Point of View
Overwhelming.
That one word sums it up perfectly. In just a few hours, My Lord had almost completely taken control of both the royal capital and the castle of Siamcats, simply by commanding his subordinates and golems.
The only saving grace for this country is that the person who accomplished this so effortlessly bears no grudge against it and has no intention of destroying it. While buildings may have suffered, there were zero casualties. The psychological impact was undeniable, but the fact that there had been no deaths—neither among allies nor enemies—was nothing short of a miracle.
"I really didn’t want to use such rough methods, but I don’t have much time, so it couldn’t be helped."
My Lord gave a wry smile.
"Time, you say?"
"Yeah. I have a mountain of things to do before Oneechan’s wedding. I’m really busy."
Perhaps my sense of normalcy had become numb, as I continued guiding My Lord through the castle—now filled with the screams of chaos caused by the horror golems—while listening to him speak with unsettling calm.
The horror golems didn’t pursue anyone excessively; instead, they drove the servants into random rooms and locked them inside. Their intelligence was remarkable. No one would believe they were mere golems. In this country—no, even in Shiverihas—golems were nothing more than decorative dancing dolls at best. My lord didn’t seem to fully grasp just how incredible his abilities were.
Shaking off unnecessary thoughts, I refocused on his words.
"Even though it’s your sister’s wedding?"
"My real profession is an artist. I’m making all sorts of things to make Oneechan’s wedding the best it can be. I’ve already finished my assigned tasks, but I’ve also been asked to help with other preparations."
He smiled gently, but as I looked around at his "creations," I couldn't help but grimace.
It would be best not to display those golems. If he truly cared for his sister, he should entrust the decorations to someone else.
"Haha, I won’t make anything like the horror golems. They’re designed to provoke human 'fear,' and that doesn’t suit a joyous wedding. Even I understand that much. What I’m making is more like this."
"This is…"
What he pulled out was a collection of colorful, transparent stones that glowed under the castle lights. They were intricately crafted. Even someone like me, with no interest in art, found myself unable to look away. Each stone contained a breathtaking scene, framed in a perfect rectangle.
"They’re for the stained glass windows of the wedding hall. Beautiful, aren’t they?"
"… Yes…"
To think the same person who created such terrifying things could also craft something so stunning. I was captivated, unable to tear my eyes away. I had never seen anything so beautiful before.
My Lord is truly remarkable. As we walked, he casually shared stories of his past. I couldn’t hide my astonishment—someone with such power had lived his life without ambition, simply as an artist.
And despite once being in a position of oppression, instead of seeking revenge on his oppressors or others, he chose to act so that the weak would never be oppressed again.
I was ashamed that I had never even considered such ideals, while he had not only thought of them but also taken action.
"If anything, Oneechan is even more unusual."
"What do you mean?"
"If she wanted to, conquering the world would be easy for her… but instead, she chose to work as a marquise."
At that moment, it became clear why My Lord was the way he was—it was because of his sister. Thinking about it, even though she was a hero who saved the world, she never sought any reward. Despite being revered as a saintess, she simply wished for a peaceful life and, like My Lord, acted to protect the weak from oppression.
"… My Lord, you resemble your sister, don’t you?"
That kind heart. That noble wish. The power to not just dream, but to make it reality.
"Wait! How did you come to that conclusion!? In what way do I resemble her!?"
"Hahaha."
I laughed it off, and he was desperate for an answer. In moments like this, he seemed like an ordinary young man. It was hard to believe he was capable of everything that had just transpired.
"I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Both you and your sister are people I deeply respect."
"I’m really not that great!"
As we spoke, we finally arrived at the throne room. If he hadn’t fled, the King of Siamcats was almost certainly inside. As I focused, I sensed a presence within. No doubt about it—he was there.
"This is the throne room."
"Alright, I’ll be going in."
"Please, go ahead. May fortune… no, may luck be with you."
My Lord had come for negotiations, not for battle. He didn’t need martial fortune, but luck instead. Understanding my meaning, he smiled and strode forward. As I watched him go, I turned and ran off to complete my own duties.
Yes, all for My Lord’s sake.
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