Margrave’s Bastard Son was The Emperor

Let’s die.

Prince Noah thought this while tightly gripping his cursed ears. They were both the royal family’s mark and their curse. He recalled his parents who looked at him with both pride and worry.

Let’s die.

His tail curled up involuntarily. This was the great Bariel Empire, of all places. They’d aimed to usher in a new era through the alliance of three nations, but that opportunity had mercilessly flown away. Because of his incompetence.

Let’s die.

He knew well how negatively beast-folk were perceived by the public. Even his father, a king, had lived his entire life in hiding, saying no one would understand. Thus, strategic marriages to strengthen national power were nowhere to be found in Clifford’s history.

Let’s die…

Yes. That was probably the best path now. Erase his existence through death, eliminate the shameful fact that beast-folk existed in the royal family.

Prince Noah’s eyes welled with tears at this end he’d never once considered before. He’d at least wanted to depart with his people’s farewell.