The Trash's Guide to Rewriting a Parallel World

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"The halls are going to be rowdy." Lief smiled and followed after him.

Upon reaching the Palace of Joy's garden, Alberu let out a sigh and wore his smile.

He entered the garden tea party. Everyone except for his siblings bowed before him.

Greetings to the Young Sun of Rowoon Kingdom! "

Alberu raised his hand and said, "Please raise your heads; this is not a formal banquet. Please enjoy this afternoon's tea party to your heart's content."

The nobles who heard him say that were touched. It's known that the First Prince has fallen from the King's grace but mightily stood his ground and become a superpower in the royal family on his own.

Not only did he do perfectly and finish his studies a year ago, but he also became the perfect heir to the throne. However, he had one serious flaw.

Alberu Crossman didn't have a faction of his own.

The nobles are here to see for themselves which side of the coin they are going to support instead of the growing 3rd Prince's faction. The favored second prince? Or the rising first prince?

The nobles slowly took their seats while eyeing what kind of drama would unfold.

They were watching and scrutinizing the first prince's movements, but found no flaws at all. From etiquette to critiquing to socializing, the first prince's movements were impeccable and perfect. Nothing to nitpick at all.

What shocked them was the seating arrangement. Royals would have a separate seat on their own, but the first prince goes around table to table talking to young nobles. Casually greeting them and speaking to them as if it were the most normal thing to do.

Royalty exudes an imposing aura that could force everyone to bow.

Yet, the aura around the first prince was so playful and comfortable that talking to him was.

Alberu Crossman speaks as if they were all his friends, without the barriers of the faction of power between families.

To him, they are equal.

When it came to the Northeastern Faction, Alberu suddenly fell silent. His gaze was fixed on the long, red-haired noble that's simply sitting pretty with a bored look on his face.

He wore sophisticated black clothes that are not out in the boutiques yet.

He stared at the bored man, tracing the cup's lip with his fingers.

He can't help but think, what a pretty person.

He cautiously approached him. As he drew nearer, the air around them seemed to shift, charged with an unspoken tension. The red-haired noble finally met his gaze, a flicker of curiosity breaking through his indifference. If he remembered correctly, he's Cale Henituse of Henituse County. The firstborn of Count Deruth Henituse, who's known for his neutral stance in politics.

The calculative Lief once told him not to make an enemy of the Henituses. It's better if he could form some kind of contractual relationship with them if he can't make some mutual understanding with the County.

It's not because of its wealth or the power it wields.

It's because of the nature of its existence.

The proud golden turtle of the northeast.

Lief described the Henituse as a gentle and protective golden turtle as a friend, but actually a ruthless and mighty golden snapping turtle when angered.