Doctor Greed was like a family doctor to the imperial family. He had been their physician for as long as he could remember — nearly 200 years. He was meticulous and astute, and currently worked directly under the Empress.
He looked at the 3rd prince doing calisthenics and activated his bloodline power. In his mind, he whispered, "Divine Eyes — First Form: Perception." His eyes glowed blood-red with a tinge of green, a striking, beautiful mix of colors, like paint splashed across a whiteboard.
Staring at the young master, he meticulously scanned the prince from head to toe. Only then did he answer Emil — though his tone created a misunderstanding. In this way, the two of them raided the room like terrorists: the doctor raiding the machines for detailed data, and Emil raiding the prince with questions, showing no respect for the fact that he was a prince of the empire.
Emil bombarded him like a Gatling gun."Young master, what happened? What took you so long? 6 months is a lot of time. You even lost your cultivation. At least give me some answers," Emil asked, concerned.
"Nothing much happened other than losing cultivation, and don't worry, I will recover," Caden replied, irritated by the questions.
Emil pressed again. "Young master, do you really think nothing happened?"
In between, Doctor Greed asked respectfully, in a more formal tone, "Young master, excuse me. I would greatly appreciate it if you could provide a blood sample to assist with further medical checks."
He might have been a doctor working for the imperial family, but he was not a blood relative, nor did he know Prince Caden well. A little prudence was necessary.
Caden, not too surprised at the inquiry, said flatly, "No. There is no need for a check-up. You can get further data from the medical systems under strict supervision."
Why would he give blood to someone he considered a stranger, even if that man was the family's doctor?
The movie I've seen of Prince Caden is no movie; it's my reality now. Better to be cautious. I don't know this clock system I got involved in. I don't know how to talk to people the way Caden did, and I don't know my current standing in the family. I've just graduated from the Royal Academy. I'm being sent to a military garrison at the border of the Empire. This kind of situation spells doom. My novel-fed instincts are screaming at me to get stronger, faster.
Doctor Greed, expecting this, replied," As you wish, Young Master."
Emil's next question startled him. "Young master, what's with the silver eyes? Even your hair — it's like sunlit blonde hair now."
"Really? What do you mean by sunlit blonde hair?" Caden blinked, startled.
He walked to the mirror and studied his reflection. Sunlit blonde hair feels like a whitish gold color to me, with a little bit shining on top. But, definitely super handsome — like an anime character. He even struck a couple of poses: hands in his pockets, arms crossed with a super-serious look. Emil and Doctor Greed watched quietly from the side.
Doctor Greed murmured to Emil, "Don't you think the young master has changed?"
Emil looked sideways and said, "Yes. In the past, he would constantly worry about the future, about the moves of his brothers and sisters. His shoulders were heavy with the family's expectations. Although the imperial family is known for their Ancient Bloodline, purity still matters — even if he is the direct descendant of the Emperor."
The doctor sighed; it was not the answer he was hoping for. But Emil was not an idiot. He knew what the doctor was truly asking, and he wisely redirected it. He might act concerned and worried in front of the young master, but never forget — he was a royal guard. Steadfast shield of the prince, and the closest person to him. Emil knew when to act and when not to. And regarding the question of change, he already knew the young master had somewhat changed. The habits were a little familiar but also different. The personality had shifted massively. But he would not question it. He trusted the prince to explain when ready.
While both doctor and Emil carried their own thoughts, Caden was busy admiring himself. Although he was super nervous inside, he did not show it. he knows that Emil must have noticed his behavior. But seriously, he looked handsome. After satisfying his ego, he turned around and said,
"I will rest in my room. If you have any notices or reports, Emil, you will take them. Otherwise, do not disturb me. If there are any visitors, Emil, you handle it. Any questions asked, Emil will answer."
Emil frowned at the order. "Young master, I am not a prince."
Caden looked at him like he was an idiot. "So what? You'll be like my spokesperson. Like a chief of staff."
Emil muttered under his breath, "Do you even know what 'chief of staff' means?"
Caden was already leaving. "Of course. It means spokesperson."
Both Emil and the doctor looked exasperated, especially Emil, who looked bitter, like he'd just eaten something bad. Still, he followed his young master.
The corridors of the spaceship stretched wide. The ceiling shimmered with shifting colors that blended seamlessly with the environment, providing light. Personnel moved about their duties, but none forgot to bow to their prince. Even if his looks had changed, the demeanor he projected and the aura radiating from him were unmistakable — and growing stronger by the minute. People bowed lower as he passed.
The walls were lined with art from unknown masters. Caden only glanced sideways as he walked, uninterested. It took him five minutes to reach his quarters. The ship was massive — large enough to carry thousands — yet to him, it felt like a royal taxi to drop him at his destination.
Once in his room, he instructed Emil again, then shut the door.
He had a lot to think about. But first — a shower. He was a shower guy. He hated sweat. After six months in a pod and a round of calisthenics, a wash was non-negotiable. Even if he hadn't truly sweated, he wanted it. No one could stop him.....Ahahahahaha.
Caden showered, then collapsed into bed without even inspecting his new quarters. Sleep took him quickly. He did not yet know the storm he had created in the Empire.