After Retirement, Living a Stud Life in Another World - 127

Chapter 127: Target Young Lady

“There’s someone over there who’s been staring at us.”

Ayaka-san, who is exceptional at sensing the atmosphere, whispers softly into my ear during intermission. Of course, I hadn’t noticed at all. However, if I carefully follow the direction she discreetly indicates, there’s a young lady of remarkable presence in the opposite box seat, gazing intently at us.

“Really? I wonder who it is.”

“It’s Miss Adelheid from the Eisenberg Marquis family. She’s seventeen… the same age as Princess Beatrice.”

Gretel promptly responds. Despite appearances, she actually has quite a wide circle of friends. She’s popular among her schoolmates as a “reincarnation of a hero,” and she wouldn’t dare to mimic punching and kicking anyone other than me. Well, now that I think about it, I haven’t had any rough experiences with her lately… perhaps she’s gradually maturing.

But I’m taken aback when I hear the young lady’s name. After all, she’s the very one Beato ordered to “get you pregnant” during the day.

“What’s wrong, Lutz?” “What happened?”

“Yeah, actually…”

If I keep it a secret, Gretel will get angry with me again, and Ayaka-san will give me a sad look while pressuring me, so I might as well be honest here.

“Why did Princess Beatrice order the Prime Minister’s daughter to bear my child?”

“The Prime Minister’s family, aren’t they supporters of Princess Clara?”

“Yes, indeed. Although Princess Beatrice hasn’t openly opposed Her Highness Clara, in reality, she’s considered the leader of the nobles who support Princess Clara.”

Well, that makes sense. Beato, whose expressions give away nothing of her thoughts, is undoubtedly difficult for the Prime Minister to manipulate. If the simple and impressionable Clara were to become queen, the Prime Minister would have full control over the government… securing his position and influence.

However, even more so, there’s no reason for Beato to give the “seed of God” to the potential enemy, the daughter of the Prime Minister. Why would Beato go out of her way to mimic sending salt to her enemies?

“Princess Beatrice is a perfect princess, but she’s second in her class at the Royal Academy.”

Gretel seems to intend to explain to me, but her words are too vague for me to understand what she’s talking about. Seeing my bewildered expression, she continues with a smug look.

“She’s second in the political science department, and the top student by far is Miss Adelheid. She’s excellent at everything, always makes an effort… and has been called a prodigy since the school’s founding. But she’s the second daughter and not the heir to the Prime Minister. That’s why she can’t inherit the family headship no matter how hard she tries, which must be frustrating. Especially if she’s as talented as they say she is.”

I see. In this world, although inheritance is not strictly based on primogeniture, it’s generally preferred for the older child to succeed. The Prime Minister’s family probably adheres to this old tradition… But it must be frustrating not to be able to inherit the family headship despite being so talented, especially if she’s as outstanding as they say.

In such a situation, Princess Beatrice, who has been designated as the next queen, surpassing her older sister, must appear. If you think about it that way, it’s somewhat understandable why Miss Adelheid would want to compete with Beato at every opportunity.

“In that case, there’s no reason for her to give her my seed, is there?”

“You don’t understand, Lutz. Princess Beatrice actually quite likes Miss Adelheid. Her excellence, her attitude of not pandering to power even while being excellent herself, and her dignified appearance…”

“Then, Beato…”

“Of course, she wants to win her over, doesn’t she? To obtain a difficult-to-approach thoroughbred horse, you need the most delicious carrot.”

Well, well, am I being treated as a carrot? Well, with this, it’s becoming clear. The reason Beato wants me to assist in recruiting that dignified young lady is to make her so enamored with Beato that she would willingly serve her, even if it means turning against her family. This seems like an extremely difficult quest, doesn’t it?

Even as I pondered such matters, I could feel sharp gazes piercing from the opposite box. Surely, she too had heard about me from Beato and, of course, was also being encouraged for the same ‘seeding.’ Being scrutinized like that made me so preoccupied that I hardly remembered anything about the rest of the play.

Ah, being Beato’s spouse, was it such a troublesome role…