The Noble Lady Without Magic Aims to Become an Adventurer! - Chapter 110 (Side Story)

I was summoned to a certain room.

“You called for me?”

After bowing, I entered the room, where Crown Prince Ailos and Prince Sherman were sitting on a sofa, chatting casually.

“Ah, Fars. We’ve been waiting for you,” said Prince Ailos, raising a hand in greeting.

Standing nervously, I wondered what they might say. My heart was pounding as Prince Ailos began to speak.

“I’ll get straight to the point. Fars, you’re in love with Lady Marloa, aren’t you?”
!?

The suddenness of the question startled me. It wasn’t something I could easily deny.

“Y-yes, that’s true.”

“Lady Marloa is a marquess’s daughter.

Unfortunately, you’re a commoner. Marriage between the two of you is out of the question.”

“…”

“But you petitioned the King for a title if you became the commander of the knights, didn’t you? Even in the best-case scenario, it will take three years for you to become the commander. Can you really ask Lady Marloa to wait that long? And what if you’re only given a knightly or baronial title? Do you think her father would approve?”
“…”

His words hit a sore spot, and I could only remain silent.

“But!! There’s good news for you,” he continued.
“Good news?” I asked, though the smirks on their faces didn’t make it seem promising. I braced myself for what was to come.

“A few days ago, I was attacked by assassins. Thanks to the royal shadow unit, I escaped unharmed, but one of my aides lost his leg and can no longer serve.

The assassins were, of course, captured and executed. The situation in the nobility has also calmed down significantly in recent times.

Now, I’d like you to serve as my new aide.”

Prince Ailos laid it all out.

“And don’t worry; it won’t come without rewards. If I recall, your mother was once the daughter of a count. A commoner serving as a royal aide might draw criticism, wouldn’t it?”

“Are you offering me a count’s title?”

“Indeed. The count’s title your mother was meant to inherit but was left dormant—I’d like to restore it in your name. So, what do you say? Will you become my aide?”

As I hesitated, Prince Sherman spoke up to drive the point home.

“Fars, regarding Lady Marloa, I’ve heard that Marquess Ashur wants to marry her to his son.

Even though they’re significantly older and Marloa doesn’t have magical power, they seem keen.

There’s also interest from Marquess Gauss. His son Arnold, despite being an alchemy fanatic, seems quite fond of her.

And don’t forget the issue with your biological father. What will you do? Time is running out.”
I knew they had me cornered. There was no escape.
“Why are you going so far for me?” I asked.

Prince Ailos, smiling slyly, picked up the tea Prince Sherman had brewed.

“Not quite. What we want is Lady Marloa.

You’re certainly qualified to be an aide—your skills and credentials are excellent.

But having a noblewoman who is thought to lack magic power by our side? That would make our enemies underestimate us.

Besides, she’s exceptionally strong. Her magic skills are on par with a royal court magician, and as a knight, she’s capable of performing at the level of a commander.

Even though things are stable now, having one more capable aide is always welcome. And that includes you, Fars.

Your talent as a knight is undeniable, and your magical power is impressive. You’ve trained under Yelle and gained considerable expertise in magic. Your academic record is stellar, and you’ve worked as an attendant for years, showing a keen eye for detail.

As my butler and aide, you would be perfect.”
Prince Ailos grew so animated during his explanation that he accidentally spilled tea onto the table with a clatter.

Seeing his passion, I couldn’t help but laugh wryly. There was no way I could refuse now.

“…I understand. I accept your offer. However, I’m not quite clear about this butler-and-aide arrangement.”

“Ah, we have dedicated butlers, but they’re often too busy to accompany us on inspections.

Many times, we don’t even get a proper cup of tea. And let me tell you, the tea made by aides is dreadful. I’m counting on you for that.”
So, I’m going to be the royal tea-brewer during inspections.

“Understood.”

I saluted formally.

“I’m counting on you. Oh, and one more thing—you should visit Marquess Efsée after this. He has been supporting your request and even dealing with interference from your biological father.”
These men knew everything. It was unsettling.
“I will go immediately,” I replied and left the room.

At the Efsée estate, I informed the marquess of my appointment as the Crown Prince’s aide and my elevation to a count. I also asked for Lady Marloa’s hand in marriage.

The marquess looked conflicted but eventually agreed, thanks to Otto’s intercession. The condition, however, was that Lady Marloa had to accept.

The estate’s staff was thrilled by my success. Anna gave me a firm command: “Make sure you win over Lady Marloa properly!”

I wrote to my mother immediately. Admitting in writing that I loved Marloa was embarrassing, but her joyful response came swiftly. I imagined her crying tears of happiness.

From there, everything moved quickly.

For the proposal, I wanted to make it special for Marloa. I begged Senior Yele for help, who only agreed on the condition that I assist in defeating a Black Dragon. That memory now feels nostalgic.

When Marloa wore the dress I chose for her, she looked so beautiful. I thought to myself, I can’t let anyone else have her.

During the proposal, my heart was pounding so hard I thought it would leap out of my chest.
When she accepted me, I was so overjoyed that the rest became a blur.

I’m truly a lucky man.

With a beautiful wife, supportive parents, and excellent superiors, what more could I ask for?
On our wedding night, my wife gave me a sword as a gift—a national treasure-level blade, and it matched hers. I was so thrilled that I couldn’t stop smiling. I can’t wait to brag to the princes about it!

On our days off, we go hunting together, and the sword’s sharpness amazes me.

“I could probably take down a dragon on my own with this,” I told Marloa. She replied, “I’d like to try, too.” Someday, we’ll hunt a dragon together.

Since then, we’ve enjoyed many trips under the guise of royal inspections.

Now, as I watch over my wife and her growing belly, I can only feel immense gratitude for these blissful days.

[The End]

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