The Clumsy Cold-Blooded Prince, Who Lost His Life Due to His Brother’s Scheming, Became the Wise King After Fighting in His Second Life for the Clumsy Marchioness

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“… What are you doing?”

It’s most likely a noble girl.

She is praying with her hands clasped in front of a fountain in the royal palace.

I should have left her alone, but the scene was so out of place and strange that I couldn’t help but notice her.

Then…

“… Okasama (mother) is sick in bed… If I offered a gold coin and a prayer to the palace fountain, Goddess Dahlia-sama would help her… “

With tears in her eyes, the girl continues to pray desperately.

But I’ve never heard of such a legend surrounding this fountain.

Maybe someone in the girl’s family said that to make her feel better… I’m sorry she traveled all the way here.

And,

“Ah…”

“…Two will be better than one.”

I tore a gold button from my shirt, tossed it into the fountain, and clasped my hands together in prayer.

I’m not sure why I did this.
Perhaps it was just a whim.

I tried to leave without saying anything to the girl after praying for less than a minute.

“Sir! U-Um, please tell me your name!”

She stopped me and asked for my name.

“…It’s Dietrich.”

I quickly left the location without telling her my surname.

“Dietrich… sama…”

Behind me, I could hear the girl muttering.

—○█○—

I was born as the eldest son of “Jurgen Tu Estline,” the king of the “Estline Kingdom,” one of the Radia Continent’s more recent countries.

My mother, Teresa Tu Estline, was the eldest daughter of the Duke of Wallenstein and the first Queen of the Kingdom—in other words, I was born as the Kingdom’s first prince.

Everyone in the Kingdom of Estline, of course, had high hopes for me, and there was no doubt about my bright future.

But… these expectations had a suffocating effect on me.

From a young age, I was educated to be a king, in languages, mathematics, imperialism, history, geography, politics, economics, swordsmanship, etiquette, and the list goes on…

As a result, I have nothing to call freedom other than the desire to continue to improve myself.

My half-brother “Oscar” and his sister “Josephine,” the children of Count Cornelius’s second daughter, “Ernesta zu Estline,” on the other hand, had more freedom.

While I envy such a younger brother or sister for taking such liberties for granted, there is nothing I can do.

Above all, my mother, the first queen, used to say to me,

[You’re going to be king, and you’re going to let Ernesta know her place.]

with an evil grin on her face, as if she’s cursing.

It is said that the second queen was appointed because my father, His Majesty the King, and the first queen were unable to bear children.
However, fortunately or unfortunately, both the first and second queens had their children around the same time.

Then it came down to which of the queens would give birth as the firstborn.
The first queen even resorted to a drug for premature birth and was forced to give birth to me early halfway through.

But… I can understand why the First Queen is so particular about it.

This is what my nanny told me privately, but it appears that the second queen received all of His Majesty the King’s favor.

My mother, I suppose, wanted to win, at least in areas other than t