I Was a Royal Palace Knight, But I Turned Out to Be an Omega, So I Had to Resign (BL) - Chapter 2
“Ah, being back home really puts me at ease.”
I took a deep breath as I gazed at the familiar garden of my family’s estate. Compared to the extravagant mansions of the nobles in the royal capital, the Glantz family home was much more modest. The stone walls were mossy in places, and the garden wasn’t exactly well-manicured. But that was what I loved about it.
There was a sense of natural simplicity here, untouched by excessive human intervention. That was the essence of the Glantz family.
“A plain house, befitting a minor noble family,” I muttered with a chuckle.
The two-story stone building was larger than a commoner’s home but small for a noble’s mansion. Still, it was more than enough for a family that had produced knights for generations.
Oh, right—I haven’t introduced myself yet.
I’m Cyril Glantz, 22 years old. Until recently, I was part of the Royal Palace Guard. Born into a minor noble family, I trained with a sword from a young age to become a knight. My skills weren’t bad, and in Prince Leonhart’s unit, I was someone people noticed.
(Well, “was” being the key word here…)
That’s right—I’m no longer a knight. Why? It’s simple. I became an Omega. I thought I was a Beta, but after being poisoned during a battle at the eastern border, my secondary gender changed. The law forbids Omegas from being knights, which is absurd, but rules are rules.
Oh, and about Prince Leonhart—we’ve known each other since our days as knight trainees. He’s meticulous and a perfectionist, the complete opposite of my free-spirited nature. We’ve always clashed, so even though we’ve known each other for a long time, I wouldn’t say we’re friends. More like… begrudging acquaintances.
But that’s all in the past now. From here on, I have to live as “the son of a minor noble and an Omega.”
“Cyril! Get in here!”
My mother’s voice called from inside the house. Oh boy, here we go again. I sighed.
“Coming!” I replied lazily and headed inside.
In the living room, my parents were engrossed in some documents. My mother, Iris, was a former noble lady with an air of elegance—at least, that’s what people said. Her personality, though? Let’s just say it’s… strong. My father, Gareth, was a calm man and a skilled knight in his time, now retired and focused on managing our land.
“What is it this time? Another matchmaking proposal?”
I asked, already feeling the headache coming on. My parents had been shocked when I became an Omega, but they quickly adjusted. Now, they were all-in on finding me a marriage match—especially my mother.
“Of course! This one’s amazing! It’s from the Hornbrook family, a middle-ranked noble house!”
My mother’s eyes sparkled as she spoke. I let out a long sigh.
“Just look at these details! A 34-year-old Alpha, with vast lands and plenty of wealth!”
“Mom, I’m not interested in that sort of thing…”
“What are you saying? Now that you’re an Omega, you should aim for a good match!”
“Yeah, yeah,” I replied, feigning interest as I glanced at the documents. Inside, all I could think was, How do I get out of this?
“Uh, Mom, I’m going to do some training. I feel rusty.”
“Training? You’re not a knight anymore, you know?”
Her words stung a little, but I forced a smile.
“Just a habit, that’s all. See you!”
I hurried outside to the garden. Mom’s intensity was exhausting.
Once in the yard, I drew my sword and began practicing my swings. The repetitive motion helped me feel grounded. But at the same time, a wave of emptiness crept over me.
“…It’s pointless now, isn’t it?”
I whispered, my movements faltering. My whole life had revolved around being a knight. That path was now closed to me.
“Brother!”
I turned to see my younger brother, Arthur, running over. At 19, he was smaller than me and not as physically strong. But he was sharp and showed great potential in managing our estate—an ideal heir.
“Hey, Arthur.”
“Are you training? Let me join you!”
His eyes were serious, which surprised me. He’d never shown much interest in sword training before.
“Sure, but why the sudden interest?”
“I want to be like you, Brother. I know I can’t, but I want to get closer to your level.”
His words made me pause. I didn’t realize he looked up to me so much.
“All right. Let’s start with the basics.”
I handed him a practice sword. His movements were clumsy but earnest. As we practiced, something felt off.
“…What is that?”
The air around Arthur seemed to ripple faintly. No wind was blowing, yet it looked like the air shifted with his movements. Was I imagining things?
“Brother? Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing. Raise your arm a bit higher,” I said, shaking off the strange feeling.
We trained for about an hour, and both of us were drenched in sweat when we heard our mother shouting again.
“Cyril! Arthur! Come quickly! This is big!”
Not again… Arthur and I exchanged weary smiles.
“Let’s go, Brother.”
“Yeah.”
When we returned to the living room, our mother stood there, her excitement barely contained. In her hands was a letter sealed with an official crest—the royal family’s crest.
“This is huge, Cyril! You’ve been offered a marriage proposal from somewhere incredible!”
“What? ‘Incredible’ how?”
I tilted my head, a sinking feeling in my gut. My mother’s face glowed with joy, which only made me more uneasy.
Just what kind of “incredible” are we talking about?