The Resurrected Evil Prince Decided to Start an Experiment of Love

aving them in the palm of your hand?”

 

I thought he would simply urge me to “talk it out”, but I was surprised that Mika gave such an unexpected suggestion.

Have them in the palm of my hand? I tilted my head in confusion.
Then, I tried to imagine rolling the heads of various types of bald old men in the palm of my hand, it made me feel very uncomfortable.

I couldn’t help but feel like vomiting, then Mika continued.

 

“Nagi, if you truly want to be useful to His Highness Seth, what you need to do isn’t to be hated.
But to be someone liked by others.”

“What?”

“Even if you eliminate those who harm you, new harms will come out.”

 

I didn’t remember saying to him that I wanted to be useful to my brother, but he must have guessed it from the question I just asked.
But, still couldn’t quite understand what he was saying, I appealed with my eyes, “Go on.”

 

“Nagi has the most beautiful face in this country, and yet you’re hated just like a slug.
But if you’re well-liked by everyone, eventually all those people would be on the side of His Highness Seth, whom you support.”

“!”

 

What in the world.

Inside my head, a plubear turned over at least three and a half times.

In this rainy country, the occasional mass of slugs are an abomination because they exhaust the crops.
I myself thought I lived my life like a slug after my brother passed away, but I didn’t think this redhead would call me a slug… I tried to somehow calm my body which was trembling involuntarily.

Anyhow, why do I feel like that maid and this redhead were all treating me weirdly?

However— it’s not slugs that are important right now.

 

(What did he say? If I’m liked by the others, then…?)

 

I had never thought about that.

I thought that as long as everyone liked my brother, it was fine even if they hated me.

Rather, I was thinking that it would be nice if I could be a foil to my brother.
I would take responsibility for all the dirty parts.
And so, my brother can always shine, that was what I thought.

I tilted my head when I heard Mika said while looking a bit sulky, “I don’t really want you to be close with anyone else, though…” But, as I kept staring at Mika, he sighed and then continued.

 

“What you need to do isn’t eliminating them, Nagi.
It’s to bring them into your force.”

“My…force…?”

“You really don’t pay attention to your surroundings.
Even without Her Majesty Claire, Nagi is still enough of a political pawn.”

 

I couldn’t help but wince at his perceptive remark.

I was born without a mother, and somewhere along the way I thought of myself as worthless, as I had no backing from inside the country.

As long as my grandfather was still alive in the neighboring country Malacia, I thought I was at least a little bit useful in that regard.
But that’s probably only for the time he’s still alive, and that doesn’t mean I have any sort of worth myself.

I’ve been around Brother Seth, but I’m not a very social or friendly person.
I prefer to stay in my room reading books, and I can’t be bothered to engage with people.

I didn’t particularly have anything that I can be confident or especially good at.
I had lived my life thinking that it would be better if I didn’t stand out so as not to further intensify the factional strife.

 

(My force.
If I had my own force, could I have been more useful to my brother? Could I have saved him?)

 

I don’t know.
It was something I still don’t know yet.
But—

I gulped, then I asked,

 

“If I’m a political pawn, then do I… have my own force now?”

“Of course not.”

“…..”

 

A disappointed sound played in my head.

Of all things, this redhead in front of me just casually slapped me with a new insult.

However—

After putting more of the pluberry scone in his mouth and swallowing it, Mika laughed with a troubled face, then said,

 

“For now, I’m the only force you have.”