Chapter 56: Politics is truly a pain (1/2)

”Your highness, are you sure you won't regret it?”

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Sol smiled a little.

His current appearance was different from his usual one. All his life, Sol had always been told how much he looked like his father physically wise. He couldn't do much for his facial features, but some little changes, such as his hair.

Until now, Sol always kept his hair long. At least until waist length. He had to admit that it was the chuunibyou in him speaking back then and he still liked it. But, a change was necessary. If he wanted people to stop comparing him to his father, he had to at least look different from his father.

”Your highness?”

”Sorry, I was spacing out, and no–I won't regret it. And–I look really good right now, don't I?”

”Oh, my!”

Milia felt her heart pierced by a giant arrow at the hundred-megawatt smile Sol just sent to her.

She had to admit, Sol with short hair had a real new type of charm.

”Your highness was already incredibly handsome. Now though, you have a different type of smile. More like a bad boy. Fufufu~!”

'Fufufu~! And I also got his hair for my new collection!'

Sol, unaware of the disturbing thought she had, smiled back at her. The light of dawn was already coming and soon he would have to appear for the first time under the eyes of his future citizens.

”Well, help me wear my armor.”

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Wearing armor was rather tedious, but he had to admit that he was incredibly dashing in his armor. His current look made him feel like he was Saber from fate's prototype.

Short golden hair, blue eyes, a silver plate armor on the upper part of his body over gold and blue tunique.

In this world where people can destroy rock with their bare hands, one would wonder about the use of an armor. Well, not really that useful. At least not if they aren't specifically made magic armor made of dwarves steel.

This armor by itself was already rather strong and shock absorbent. It could adjust to the body so no matter what form he took the armor would stay. Finally, it was extremely mana conductive.

In short, it was the kind of privilege only the rich could afford and as the crown prince. Sol could lack anything but money.

On the side, Milia could be seen holding a tissue under her nose as she gave a thumbs up. The tissue, slightly wet with blood.

”Your highness is perfect!!”

”Hahaha~! Thanks. Well, it's time to go I guess. We shouldn't let my aunt wait.”

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There was no gate between the tower and the coliseum. The fact was that gate were always two ways. Allowing a special gate from the Tower to the coliseum meant that the opposite direction was possible. The fact that the tower was connected to the church was only possible because of their relationship.

As such, it was in a luxurious carriage, carried by four white nightmare horses. It was scheduled for Sol to come back on his own nightmare horse once the ceremony and the fight ended. It was a sort of demonstration, to show that even after fighting, the future king could still run on horseback.