Noble Reincarnation: Born Blessed, So I'll Obtain Ultimate Power

The next day.

I was summoned to the palace study, and as I stood at the entrance, I heard the voice of Your Majesty from inside.

“Noah? You’re injured, so no need for formalities.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Still, I gave a slight bow of acknowledgment and entered the study.

Your Majesty was, as always, surrounded by a vast number of books that could easily be mistaken for a library, handling state affairs.

“You’ve come well, Noah. How is your injury?”

“I am ashamed, Your Majesty.”

“That’s good. But to injure a man as strong as you, was the assassin really that formidable?”

Your Majesty looked straight at me and asked.

So, this is how it goes.

Yesterday, I had silenced the assassin who was meant to silence me, using a feeble excuse, but I never thought I could fool Your Majesty about it.

From experience, I know how sharp Your Majesty’s senses are.

There’s no doubt the report of me self-inflicting the wound has reached him.

So, I recited the script I’d spent the entire previous night preparing.

“Strength,” I said.

“Hmm?”

“I believe it’s not about swordsmanship alone. No matter how skilled, one can be unsettled by mental attacks.”

Your Majesty stared at me for a moment, then nodded.

“I see.”

Although he had been scrutinizing me just moments before, now his expression was one of approval.

“You are a fine son, a son who is a pride wherever you are presented.”

It seemed Your Majesty truly understood that I had self-harmed after careful consideration.

“If all were like you, I would be saved. Do you know, Noah?”

“What is it, Your Majesty?”

“Emperors called wise rulers, nine out of ten tarnish their late years.”

“......”

I felt my eyebrows twitch involuntarily.

Tarnishing one’s late years—this must refer to the story of the Crown Prince’s rebellion.

Setting aside flattery, Your Majesty has governed the empire skillfully.

He can rightly be said to have ushered in an unprecedented golden age in imperial history.

Future histories will no doubt record him as a wise ruler.

But if the rebellion had succeeded...

If forced to abdicate to the Crown Prince and made a retired emperor...

He would be written as someone whose late years were sullied by a righteous uprising even his own son could not control.

Exactly “tarnishing one’s late years,” that’s what it means.

Your Majesty’s straightforward words led me to another realization.

He no longer trusts the Crown Prince.

The reason he doesn’t act immediately is because disinheriting the Crown Prince would, to some extent, also mean “tarnishing one’s late years.”

But there’s no definitive proof yet, so I continued with the script I had prepared last night.

“Your Majesty, I dare make a request.”

“Hmm? Speak.”

“Myself, Brother Henry, and Brother Oscar—though we were all appointed as minister princes by Your Majesty—this is all new to us, so there may be some missteps.”

“Hmm?”

“Therefore, I believe a person is needed to coordinate us.”

“A coordinator? You mean appoint a First Prime Minister?”

“No, I suggest establishing a new position, the prime minister prince.”

“Prime minister... prince?”

Your Majesty rolled the phrase around on his tongue.

“Yes, prime minister—the one who governs all. It would be the role of uniting us minister princes. I wish for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to assume that position.”

“...”

Your Majesty regarded me suspiciously, as if alarmed by my sudden proposal.

Such a reaction is natural at this stage.

I continued.

The plan for the prime minister prince is as follows.

By making the Crown Prince the coordinator of the various ministries we serve in, he would be made to imitate the emperor’s role, thus suppressing any rebellious thoughts.

Having been Crown Prince for 45 years, he’s surely eager to ascend. This would serve as a pressure release.

And the final decision-making power remains with Your Majesty. We would report to you after joint consultation, so this only adds a layer of management without burdening Your Majesty unnecessarily.