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{Klause POV}
I was completely shocked when my friend, Aina, came to me carrying a letter.
Not just any letter, but one written personally by Her Majesty herself, instructing me to help her son leave Alf's Forest.
I couldn't believe it at first.
I mean… why would she choose me of all people?
I was nothing more than a common soldier, someone insignificant in the grand scheme of things.
Yet here I was, entrusted with a task of such importance.
Even so, I knew I couldn't refuse her request.
For one, the person asking me was none other than my crush, Aina.
That alone would have been enough to sway me, but the honor didn't stop there.
The letter had come directly from Her Majesty, a High Elf of unmatched status and authority.
For her to personally select someone as lowly as me to escort her very son out of Alf's Forest was an extraordinary honor—one I couldn't take lightly.
Apparently, Her Majesty had first asked for Aina's assistance, and Aina, in turn, had recommended me.
That simple act moved me more than I expected.
To think that Aina trusted me enough to vouch for me… it meant I still had a chance—perhaps even a chance at winning her admiration in return.
The whole situation left me feeling giddy, a strange mix of excitement and nervous anticipation bubbling in my chest.
But of course, it wasn't all sunshine and happiness.
Following Her Majesty's command meant working in accordance with His Majesty's will as well.
I had to be extremely careful.
One wrong step, one slip in judgment, and the consequences could be catastrophic for everyone involved.
After much thought, I resolved to follow Her Majesty's will regardless.
Doing so would also mean supporting Aina's wishes, which made the decision easier to accept.
Poor Aina had begged me so earnestly to help them, pleading for my assistance in a way that tugged at my heart.
I couldn't say no to her, not after seeing her so determined and concerned for the prince.
At the same time, I felt a small surge of anger directed at His Highness.
Why did he have to involve poor Aina in his plans?
Surely, there were other ways he could have orchestrated his escape without putting her in danger—or asking for her help in such a delicate matter.
Yet, I reminded myself that it wasn't as if I didn't fully understand why she had been chosen.
After all, she is Her Highness' handmaiden, someone who should know the prince extremely well.
Perhaps it was only natural that she would be called upon for such a task.
Still, it left a slightly bitter taste in my mouth that she had to come to me after so many years, simply because of His Highness' scheme.
Ugh!
Why am I thinking like this?!
I mentally scolded myself, trying to shake off the frustration.
Of course, it was His Highness' will, yes—but it was also Her Majesty's will, and that was the most important part.
That was why she had come to me.
That was why she had chosen me—to show her trust and confidence in me, to let me know that she believed I could see this through.
And so, following the instructions given to me in the letter, I carefully prepared everything necessary for His Highness to successfully leave Alf's Forest.
Every detail, every precaution, every contingency plan had to be accounted for.
Mistakes were not an option.
Luckily, the place where I lived—my home and base of operations—was a border city, under the rule of Duke Crampton.
Its location provided the perfect opportunity to act without immediate interference from the royal palace or patrols.
It's actually quite a good place to live, if you can ignore the occasional beast tides that erupt without warning.
Well, at least I can always train safely in the training grounds, where some weak monsters are intentionally left alive to breed and serve as practice targets.
I genuinely admire the grandfather of His Majesty for making such a decision.
At least these so-called "low-lifes" are of some use, rather than being completely wasted.
To ensure that no innocent people are harmed due to His Majesty's plans, the monsters are bred within clearly defined perimeters.
If any of them attempt to wander beyond their boundaries, they are swiftly dealt with.
Of course, some creatures do manage to slip through small gaps, but that's when the strategically placed fortresses come into play.
Each fortress has items and wards specifically designed to attract and redirect monsters, keeping the surrounding towns and civilians safe from harm.
The paths leading through the forests are also regularly patrolled by soldiers.
These guards are trained to report anything suspicious immediately, and a specialized team is always on standby to neutralize any monsters that appear.
It's a complex system, requiring constant maintenance and careful coordination, but that is precisely why all Elves in Royal Alf's Forest are considered elites.
Even if we are not officially adventurers, no one in their right mind would dare to challenge us.
Not even battle-hardened warriors like the Amazons would cross paths with our soldiers without thinking twice.
I am proud—ahem—truly proud to be an Elf.
Anyway, following the instructions given to me, I prepared meticulously for receiving His Highness.
The preparations weren't simple.
I even had to stalk a person I barely knew, gathering enough information to ensure that if anyone noticed unusual activity, the attention would be diverted onto him instead.
Every detail, from timing to positioning, had to be accounted for.
After hours of careful preparation and waiting, I finally saw him approaching, riding a magnificent white horse.
My heart skipped a beat at the sight.
The very moment he appeared in front of me, I felt a surge of tension, unsure if it was really him.
And then, almost instantaneously, I felt it—something deep within my being stirred.
'This feeling!'
It was as though I was standing before a being far superior to myself, a presence so commanding that I instinctively wanted to kneel, to prostrate, and to serve.
It was unmistakable: the overwhelming aura of a High Elf.
From what I've learned, High Elves can project a certain aura onto other Elves, though its influence is mostly limited to our kind.
They can suppress it or highlight it as they wish.
Most High Elves, I was told by Aina, keep their aura at a normal, almost imperceptible level.
But the aura emanating from him right now was unlike anything I had ever experienced.
It was natural, commanding, and completely authentic.
No one could copy it.
All my doubts instantly vanished.
The person standing before me was, without question, His Highness himself.
I wanted to kneel in respect, but I forced myself not to.
It wasn't the time for formal greetings—the clock was ticking, and every second wasted could jeopardize the success of our plan.
His Highness carefully removed the cloth that had concealed his face, revealing a strikingly handsome visage.
Long green hair framed his face, and his mesmerizing blue eyes seemed to see right through me.
However, as I took in his appearance, I couldn't help but frown slightly.
Why?
Because he didn't quite match the painting I had seen.
Everyone in the city had grown up seeing various portraits of His Highness throughout his childhood.
Such was the importance of him in Royal Alf's Forest—for us, he wasn't just a prince; he was our future king.
If we couldn't recognize or at least be familiar with his face, what kind of citizens would that make us?
It wasn't that he didn't match the painting—he did—but he had grown far more mature than what the portraits conveyed.
His presence exuded confidence, command, and a certain natural authority.
Ugh… how can I even describe it?
"Is something the matter?" he suddenly asked, as if sensing my hesitation and emotions.
I quickly recovered and replied, "Well… His Highness, you look a bit different from what was shown in the painting."
He chuckled lightly and explained that he had applied some subtle make-up to alter his appearance slightly.
That made sense, and I quickly set about helping him put on the soldier's armor.
I also explained the plan regarding the other person—the one we were going to use as a diversion in case anyone became suspicious.
We soon slipped inside the city, and I led him straight to my small house.
He glanced around the modest room and asked, "You live alone?"
I nodded.
"My parents live in a town," I replied honestly, "and I came here hoping to hone my skills."
The truth felt simple and harmless — I wanted to impress Aina.
She had rejected me once, but I still clung to hope.
As long as I could improve and prove myself, I told myself, I might win her hand in marriage someday.
After we were inside, I bowed and knelt respectfully out of habit.
He stopped me with a quiet whisper in my ear: "Don't act like that. For the time being, behave normally around me — anything odd could ruin this." I understood immediately and nodded.
From that moment on, for the next few days, I treated him just like any other traveling soldier: I went about the final preparations, kept my composure, and waited for the right opportunity so His Highness could slip away without drawing attention.
Unfortunately, things did not go as we had hoped.
A commotion rose in the market one afternoon and a soldier's shout cut through the air: "Listen, everyone! The royal guards have arrived in the city! They suspect His Highness may be here! From this moment on the whole area is under lockdown and everyone will be questioned!"
My pupils dilated with alarm.
I moved fast, slipping through the crowd and darting toward my house to hide what needed hiding.
Every heartbeat felt loud.
...
Later, once the immediate panic had eased enough for us to talk in private, I finished explaining the situation to His Highness.
He listened without interrupting, silent and thoughtful.
I noticed the faint blue tint where he had dyed his hair — a style not wholly uncommon among Elves — but his natural green hair marked his royal lineage.
That detail made our deception both possible and precarious.
He sighed softly and said, "I knew it wouldn't be easy. I guess we need to leave today. We can't afford to wait any longer."
I nodded.
The decision made the air between us sharp with urgency.
It was clear we faced a desperate run.
The city's security had tightened to an almost brutal degree; without a major distraction, slipping past the guards would be all but impossible.
We paced, whispered, and thought through every possible plan.
Finally, after much tense discussion, we decided to spread fake news as a diversion.
It wasn't an elegant solution — I would have preferred something more dramatic, like setting a controlled fire to draw forces away — but neither His Highness nor I could bring ourselves to burn homes or cause real destruction.
Spreading rumors and staging a commotion would have to do: messy, risky, but less likely to hurt innocent people.
I finally began spreading the fake news through the market and the taverns, whispering the rumour exactly as we had planned.
For a little while I thought I had done a decent job — the talk was spreading, people were looking away from our lane, and the plan seemed to be taking hold.
Then everything went wrong.
A heavy hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.
A cold voice said, "So you're the one spreading the fake news."
Before I could respond, I found my hands bound and a sword pressed against my throat.
The man holding the blade introduced himself with an unsettling calm.
"My name is Antolar. I am His Majesty's loyal confidant — and a Level 4 adventurer."
Hearing that made my heart drop into my stomach.
Level 4.
That alone explained how quickly they'd traced the source.
Panic and despair crashed over me.
I had known that people with unusual abilities existed, but facing one so close was different; everything felt suddenly hopeless.
Antolar's steel was cold under my jaw as he continued, voice as flat as the blade.
"Now, you can either tell us what you know, or we can beat it out of you."
His tone left no doubt about which course he preferred.
A bone-chilling aura radiated from him — not loud, but precise and terrifying — and it did something to my legs.
They trembled uncontrollably.
The world narrowed to the edge of his sword and the pressure of inevitability.
Under that presence, I couldn't keep myself silent; the truth spilled out of me before I could stop it.
"I—" I stammered, every word tasting like ashes.
"His Highness came here. He slipped into this border city. We planned to leave tonight, but the guards tightened security early. I spread the rumours to draw soldiers away. Aina asked me to help. Her Majesty sent instructions. Klause—" My voice cracked and I almost gagged on the confession.
Once I started, there was no stopping; I recounted the whole setup: how His Highness arrived, how we intended to use a diversion, who had helped us, and how we'd prepared a decoy to absorb suspicion.
Antolar listened without interruption.
When I finished, he nodded slowly, his face unreadable.
"I see," he said.
"As His Majesty and our scouts reported, the prince managed to reach this border city. Security was tight, but he found an opening and tried to use it. Unfortunately for him, our forces were already on alert. This time, the royal guards requested adventurer support as well — hence why we're here. His Highness won't be escaping."
The other men with him murmured their agreement.
Guilt flashed across my mind in hot, sharp stabs.
I remembered every small kindness the prince had shown me, how he trusted me in ways he had no reason to, and how Aina had put her faith in me.
Those memories clenched at my heart, then slid away under a colder, angrier thought: was I only a pawn?
Had he used my loyalty and Aina's friendship to further his scheme?
The rational part of me knew it was unfair to think that way, but the fear and humiliation made blame feel like a shield I could hide behind.
'He's using his status to pressure my poor Aina', I told myself, bitterness rising where loyalty had been.
Antolar's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts.
"Good. Now, Klause — that's your name?" I nodded mutely.
"You will help us capture His Highness."
His command was efficient, official.
"If we simply barge into his lodgings, he might panic. His magical prowess is at Level 2; in shock he could lose control and cause serious harm. With your help guiding us in, we can ensure his safe capture without unnecessary casualties."
My jaw tightened.
The words were an order and a justification wrapped together, and I tasted betrayal in each syllable.
Still, I nodded.
What else could I do?
The rope around my wrists chafed as I forced myself to comply.
I readied myself to betray the very person and the very plan that had placed so much trust in me — the boy I had been waiting to impress, the prince Aina had pleaded about — and I swallowed the shame as Antolar led me away, his sword never leaving my side.
'You can blame only yourself, Your Highness! Making me a pawn in your escape!', I thought bitterly as I strode back to my house.
'Ha! I would like to see how your childish dream of leaving Alf's Forest collapses into despair!'
The thought brought a small, grim satisfaction.
Once inside, he looked at me and said with relief, "You're back, Klause."
I snickered silently in my mind.
Although it would be wrong to say I hated him, I certainly disliked him intensely in that moment.
I hoped that after this setback, he would grow more mature and finally abandon his foolish, reckless dream of escaping the forest.
Why would he abandon all the status and power that had been given to him?
If I had that kind of power, that kind of prestige… would Aina ever have rejected me?
No, I would have already earned the admiration of many Elf beauties, perhaps even a harem of them by now.
(A/N: This is true, if Ember wanted he could have married any woman he wanted, as no Elf will refuse him, and all have affection towards him as the future successor and most importantly an High-Elf)
Convincing myself of this, I put aside my frustration and unhesitatingly laid out the escape plan to him.
He listened, nodded, and acknowledged the details.
Soon, night fell, and a loud commotion erupted in another part of the city, perfectly timed to serve as a distraction.
We moved quickly, slipping through the winding alleys, hearts pounding with urgency.
Our goal was simple: as long as he reached the second exit and ran into the forest, he would be free from Alf's Forest.
Unfortunately for him, a group of soldiers appeared at the deviant path I had led him to, surrounding him immediately.
"Klause! Buy me some time!" he shouted, his arrogance shining through even in the face of danger.
I almost wanted to snort at his presumption.
"Sorry, Your Highness," I said coolly, pulling a small, biting phrase from my mouth, "but you are far too immature. His Majesty's orders are absolute."
His eyes widened in disbelief, filled with a mix of shock and betrayal, as the soldiers closed in and captured him.
Remarkably, he was unharmed physically.
"Klause! I trusted you! Aina trusted you! Her Majesty herself placed her trust in you!" he shouted, grief evident in his voice.
"Your Highness," I replied, keeping my tone measured yet sharp, "did you ever consider me before pulling me into this scheme? I am nothing but a common soldier. Do you have any idea what consequences I face if I am exposed for helping you run away? And you must have pressured Aina as well to include her in this plot!"
My voice carried a slight grudge, though a part of me acknowledged the hypocrisy of my words — I was betraying the very person who had trusted me.
The soldiers grunted at my words, clearly unimpressed, and I quickly lowered my head in deference.
No matter the circumstances, Ember was still the prince, and I was just a lowly soldier in comparison.
Suddenly, Antolar stepped forward, his presence commanding the attention of all.
He nodded sharply at the soldiers, who immediately released their hold on His Highness.
All of his weapons, staffs, and other equipment had already been confiscated, leaving him powerless in front of a Level 4 adventurer.
Antolar knelt before him, a gesture that reminded me of the man's true authority.
"Your Highness, please forgive us. But we have orders to bring you back to the Royal Capital by force if you—"
He stopped abruptly, his expression changing drastically as he saw the prince's face.
His eyes widened in shock.
"D-Duke Phineas?" he muttered, the name leaving his lips in disbelief.
The supposed prince sighed, a victorious yet resigned smile forming on his face.
"Haha, I thought I could delay this for a day or two until I met with Larfal and my sister… but it seems it is you, Antolar. Well, I suppose this is as far as I can postpone it."
I felt my stomach twist in confusion and panic.
"I—Impossible! What about His Highness? Wait… is this a distraction?" I shouted, my voice tinged with urgency.
Before I could act further, a strict, commanding voice cut through the tension.
"Antolar! That person is innocent! Klause, I apologize for pulling you into this scheme. I give you my word, by my name, that no harm shall come to you."
The duke bowed deeply, and the weight of his authority and sincerity filled the alley, leaving me stunned and momentarily speechless.
I fell to my knees, feeling the weight of my own stupidity pressing down on me.
How could I have been so blind?
I wondered bitterly why I had been pulled into this plan in the first place.
'Was his intention to get caught from the very beginning, and I was included merely as a pawn? But then… why include specifically me? That didn't make sense.'
Wait a minute… Aina recommended me.
My eyes widened as the realization struck, and I immediately tried to push the thought away.
I didn't want to dwell on it any further.
Aina knew me far too well.
She knew I was a coward.
She knew that during our training, I had betrayed them—not once, not twice, but seventeen times, each time cowering in fear in front of monsters.
The shame of it all was suffocating.
Even after all of that, I had been foolish enough to propose to her, only to be rejected.
The disappointment in her voice had cut deeper than any sword.
It had haunted me ever since, driving me to leave for a border city in hopes of growing stronger, braver, and more capable.
Yet, despite all my efforts, I realized with a sinking feeling that I had changed little.
Beneath the surface, the coward remained, as weak and hesitant as ever.
I gritted my teeth, clenching my fists tightly.
I needed answers from her.
I needed to understand how she could trust me with so much, knowing my flaws so well, and yet still have faith in me.
"Wh-Where is His Highness?" Antolar demanded, his voice tense, directed at the duke, who simply grinned, much to Antolar's growing nervousness.
"Outside of Alf's Forest! Yup, definitely outside of Alf's Forest!" the duke replied with a mischievous smirk, his tone carrying both triumph and mockery.
Antolar cursed under his breath.
"Fuck!" he spat, the expletive echoing sharply in the alley.
"We've lost. Completely lost."
The reality of it struck all of us like a heavy hammer.
Who could have imagined that the prince they had been chasing all this time wasn't the real prince at all?
Surely they would have used magic or a tracking spell to determine whether the traces belonged to a true High-Elf.
And yet, with Sir Phineas playing the role of the prince, every precaution they took had been rendered useless.
It was over the moment they traced him.
Every plan, every search, every soldier's movement had been built on a lie.
Their entire operation had failed before it had even truly begun.
I felt a mixture of disbelief and grim satisfaction, knowing that the prince had outsmarted everyone, including some of the most skilled and loyal defenders of Alf's Forest.
...
3rd Pov
"That's how it was," Antolar concluded, finishing his explanation.
Larfal remained silent, his mind spinning with disbelief and frustration.
Meanwhile, Ada, whose face had initially been filled with worry, now erupted into joyous laughter.
The sound was sharp, almost mocking, as if she were reveling in Larfal's sudden realization of his helplessness in the situation.
"Sister, I did as you said!" Phineas said with a deep bow, his voice filled with respect and pride.
Ada hugged him tightly, her laughter softening into warmth as she said, "Thank you so much, Phineas! For going along with my selfish request!"
Phineas felt his face heat with embarrassment, but he couldn't help the small smile that formed as he basked in his sister's affection.
"Sister, as long as you give the word, I will do anything for you!" he added, his tone resolute and determined.
Ada chuckled at his unwavering loyalty and earnestness, clearly delighted by his devotion.
Larfal rubbed his temples, frustration written across his features.
What could he do now?
Blame Duke Phineas?
That would do nothing but disrupt the harmony of Alf's Forest.
Blame his daughter?
Their relationship had never been particularly smooth, and any accusation would only widen the gap between them.
With Ember, at least, he could manage a conversation, maintain a semblance of control—but with Riveria… he could hardly manage a word.
Blame Ada?
That was out of the question.
Doing so would only incur the wrath of his wife, and Larfal knew better than to provoke her temper further.
He had failed.
Truly and completely failed.
The King of Elves, Larfal himself, had been outmaneuvered.
"Ada… your plan…" he began, his voice grudging and full of reluctant respect.
"…it was impeccable, without any mistake."
The Queen of Elves let out a soft, amused giggle at his admission.
"My plan, Larfal? You must be mistaken. It wasn't my plan at all. That was your son's doing. It seems, in this aspect as well, he has surpassed even you," she said, her voice filled with pride and gentle admiration.
Larfal's jaw tightened in shock and frustration.
Quickly, he rebuked her.
"Y-You won, but do you even realize where you've pushed our son? What if something happens to him?"
His voice was tense, a mixture of fear, anger, and helplessness.
Ada looked at him with unwavering calm, her expression firm and confident.
"Larfal, you shouldn't bind your children with your love. You should have faith in him. He is my son. Our son," she said softly, yet firmly.
Larfal grunted, knowing well he would not receive a straightforward answer from her.
The stubbornness in her voice, the calm certainty, made it impossible to argue.
For once, he was completely powerless, and the realization pressed down on him like a heavy weight.
...
Meanwhile, Klause stood before Aina, his chest tight and his mind racing with questions, frustration, and heartbreak.
"Aina… why? I don't understand!" he demanded, his voice trembling slightly.
Aina looked at him with calm eyes, but her words hit him like a physical blow.
"Klause, I don't love you," she said plainly.
The words shattered him, piercing through all the hope he had clung to for so long.
Biting his lip to stop it from trembling, he quickly blurted out, "B-But Aina! I've worked so hard! I've changed so much! I… I… you used to treat me kindly, even though I was a coward! I—"
His voice broke, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Unable to hold them back, he finally let the flood of emotion overcome him.
Aina, without hesitation, stepped closer and gently wiped away his tears, offering him comfort even in this painful moment.
"I thought of you as a friend," she said softly, her voice gentle but firm. "I never thought of you as a spouse. Forgive me if this pains you. Even though you are a coward, I trusted you enough to let the disguised Duke Phineas seek help from you."
Her words were awkward at first, as she realized the depth of Klause's failure in the plan.
Klause lowered his head in shame, feeling the weight of his mistakes.
He knew she was right—he couldn't have resisted the soldiers who would have tortured him if he hadn't revealed everything under pressure.
Even though her words were kind, the humiliation of his failure pressed heavily on him, making it difficult to hold his head high.
Aina, noticing his continued discomfort, tried to console him further.
"You couldn't have done anything else, Klause. It wasn't your fault. You acted the best you could under impossible circumstances."
Still, Klause remained overwhelmed with shame, unable to shake the bitter taste of failure.
Seeing this, Aina reached into her bag and handed him something.
"Ah… I remember. His Highness wrote a letter for you," she said gently.
Klause took the letter in trembling hands.
As he read, he realized how grateful Ember was for his help, how sincerely he had appreciated every small effort Klause had made.
The words conveyed warmth, gratitude, and even a subtle apology for the deception he had unknowingly facilitated.
By the time he finished, a mix of relief and humility flooded over him.
"She must have treated you well," the letter said, tinged with realism.
"But remember this: don't mistake kindness for love. As harsh as it may sound, you and she are not meant for each other. One day, you will find your own significant other—someone who truly belongs by your side."
Klause was stunned.
He had no words.
All he could feel was the sharp pang of guilt and shame for having harbored bitter thoughts about Ember earlier.
In truth, Ember had saved him—not just from danger, but from being completely broken when, in the future, Klause would have discovered that Aina had married a human.
Taking the lesson deeply to heart, Klause finally let go of his lingering feelings for Aina.
He focused on moving forward, accepting the path that life had laid out for him.
In time, his efforts and loyalty were recognized by the Duke himself, who rewarded him handsomely, making Klause unexpectedly wealthy and securing his future.
Though the heartache remained a quiet shadow, it became a lesson that shaped him into a stronger, wiser man, one who understood that loyalty, courage, and self-respect often mattered more than unrequited love.
(A/N: Meanwhile the human who makes Aina fall in love with him be like: Get Pregnant! Get Pregnant! Plap, Plap, Plap! *Impregnated*😭😭)
To be continued...
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