You Became a Public Good, sir! chapter 1- Prologue

“The Commander of the Knights of Lexion, Kedrick Lachenov, is to carry out His Majesty’s command.”

One day, the Crown Prince of the Empire suddenly fell ill. All the empire’s physicians tried every method to cure him, but the Crown Prince’s illness only worsened, mocking all efforts.

They brewed and fed him various medicinal concoctions and used all sorts of magical tools, but there was no sign of him waking up, and the Emperor fell into deep sorrow.

However, the gods did not abandon him.

Hearing the Emperor’s desperate prayers, the gods issued a divine oracle.

The Emperor, eagerly awaiting good news, was overjoyed, but the words that came from the Cardinal’s mouth shocked everyone.

“The Crown Prince will be cured if he drinks the milk of Sir Kedrick Lachenov.”

The Emperor, having heard the oracle from the Cardinal, was deeply conflicted and distressed.

He buried his head in his hands, overwhelmed with thoughts.

How could he ethically feed an already grown Crown Prince another person’s milk?

And how could a biological male like Kedrick Lachenov produce milk?

These fundamental questions plagued his mind.

Above all, Kedrick Lachenov was a member of the ‘Lachenov’ family, known for their loyalty to the Empire.

In the end, the Emperor convened a meeting to discuss this matter with the nobles.

Usually proactive and self-serving, they maintained an unusually passive stance, forcing the Emperor to make the decision himself.

“Respect the will of the person involved.”

However, the person involved was Kedrick Lachenov, the Commander of the Knights of Lexion.

He was a noble knight with the heavy duty of protecting the royal family.

“I will do it.”

“Commander!”

“Quiet.”

“But, Commander! This is absurd!”

It was truly a ridiculous story. Even Mace, the deputy commander who was listening beside him, turned pale at the bizarre oracle. However, Kedrick seemed unbothered and overly calm.

“I said be quiet.”

Kedrick’s voice was low and commanding.

His golden eyes blinked.

Accepting such a nonsensical oracle, the man exuded an almost beastly aura, making the messenger’s trembling legs feel inevitable.

This was none other than Kedrick Lachenov of the Knights of Lexion.

From the story of him breaking the necks of thirty assassins who attacked the Emperor’s residence with his bare hands and hanging their heads in the castle, to rumors of his extreme loyalty to the royal family, where he would crawl on the ground with a leash if ordered.

Despite being over thirty, he always maintained a clean-shaven, immaculate appearance, with jet-black hair, beast-like eyes, and a large, muscular physique that made him look excessively beautiful.

“I am Kedrick Luthens of the Lachenov family and the Commander of the Knights of Lexion. As long as my loyalty to the royal family remains unchanged, I will gladly offer my life if asked.”

And the most important thing was that this man was rigid, inflexible, and knew nothing but martial arts and loyalty.

Despite understanding the meaning of the oracle conveyed by the messenger, he did not even blink an eye.

Mace, the only one who heard the story and had to fill in for his absence, gritted his teeth and bowed his trembling head.

“Commander…”

It was truly heartbreaking.

But the messenger wondered if he would still say such things knowing what lay ahead.