Two hundred -- or perhaps three hundred -- years ago, Sparjoxin was only a tiny town. Just like any other quiet city on Titan land, Sparjoxin was surrounded with low towers, ancient churches, and friendly commoners who loved to plant.
In the Church year 557, then Emperor of Titan and archbishop of parish organized a magnificent groundbreaking ceremony in this little town near the capital to celebrate the first day of construction of Westland’s most grand university. At that time, Sparjoxin was already listed under Dulin’s district, hence the university was named Dulin University.
A hundred years later, in the middle of the sixth century according to the Church’s calendar, Dulin University became the learning center of the whole world. Cultural studies, arts, aesthetics, religious studies, it was in this place that many of the greatest ideas and knowledge were discovered. The scholars of Westland regarded Sparjoxin as the Holy City of Knowledge, their devotion to it was equally matched with what the believers of the God of Light had for the Great Church of Saint Roman.
The small city was crowned University Town at the end of sixth century. Dulin University was only one representative of the many situated in Sparjoxin, as the small city did not stop constructing more universities throughout the century. During its early times, Dulin University was separated into North and South colleges, with Religious Studies college and Social Sciences college acted as rivals. Apart from that, there was an Honor University supported by the Titan Ministry of Senior Nobility, and the Imperial Military Academy established by the Imperial family. Furthermore, Sparjoxin was also home to many of the world’s best-known professional colleges, including the Dulin Scott College of Priest, Dulin Imperial Academy of Medicine, University of Titan Codex, Sparjoxin Academy of Architecture, Imperial Academy of Arts, and also the prestigious Titan National Academy of Sciences.
As a result, almost all the intellectuals who dominated Titan empire were concentrated in Sparjoxin. Hence, this city changed completely alongside the growth of knowledge as time passed.
The walls of the city have long since been pushed down by builders from around the world, and was replaced by iron railings and massive bronze gates engraved with Dulin University’s logo. The structure of the city was not well-planned, as different universities and research houses occupied distinct streets and neighborhoods according to their academic fields. Occasionally, odd-looking constructions made by so-called avant-garde architects would emerge in the midst of tall, majestic buildings.
But then again, the disorder of Sparjoxin and the University Town was merely superficial on its outlook. The spirit and mindset of the whole city was as rigorous and precise as the iron bell at the Dulin Scott Cathedral. Compared to the complicated layout of the school district, the streets of Sparjoxin is best at reflecting this.
In the middle of the city center was a square that covered an area of almost 5000 square meters called the Tortoiseshell Cat Square. From north to south was Dulin University Street that also functioned as the main road of Sparjoxin city. It had several main academic campuses of the University Town and also all sorts of clubs and cafes famous for academic debate. Then, from east to west was Military Academy Road and Church Avenue, which were under the control of high-ranking military officers and priests in red robes. Compared to Dulin University Street that advocated sciences, this avenue seemed much stricter with rules and order. It was also because of this that the students’ urban life was fully integrated with restrictions and regulations from religious practice and the military.
The small paths scattered throughout the city that were all given strange but self-explanatory names as peculiar as the campuses themselves should not be forgotten. These trails were mostly found near the more radical or non-mainstream academic sect. For instance, there was Liberty Street, the notorious Judgement Junction, Philanthropy Forum Street South flooded with lunatics and people who were sexually and romantically attracted to people of the same-sex, and Hostel Street that was always packed with poor students.
However, although each street was separated with academic boundaries by stubborn and tenacious intellectuals, the neighborhoods of University Town still shared some common grounds. Coffee houses could be said to be the most densely-populated locations in the area because of its relatively cheap price and the environment it provided for intellectual exchange. One could buy a cup of coffee for only four Ti coins. Regulars could get a whole pot for the same price, which would be enough for them to sustain their conversation over the whole afternoon.
Moreover, the libraries, though not as dense as the coffeehouses, could also be seen located almost everywhere in the city! No matter if it was grandly built national library, or private library the size of one’s courtyard, the books available were completely free for viewing. Some argued that by obtaining a few years of working experience as librarian in these libraries, the knowledge one achieved could possibly be so great there was no need for them to pursue their study at a prestigious university. Free books were the most popular among poor students. Occasionally, if they behave, the library owner would even invite these bookworms in for a long stay. In this place, the relationship between everyone was pure and honest because everyone has the similar thirst and respect for knowledge.
The fragrance of coffee infiltrated the air as people continuously moved between libraries and research houses. Groups of tortoiseshell cats appeared around the streets in search for food, and these cats rambled around the city fearlessly as they were adored by the people. Even if they were politely shooed out by owners or librarians they would shamelessly sneak into the door of their next target. Sometimes when they did not relent the owner had no choice but to serve these special guests with cat food.
"Why tortoiseshell cat?" Prince O’Neil’s carriage was forced to slow down numerous times on his way through the city because of these cats, and he was curious to know the answer.
"There is an interesting story behind this!" the prince’s adviser Baron Messier explained with a smile, "Many years ago, when the library of Dulin University was just completed, a thunder in the morning suddenly struck on a book that was casted aside on the window ledge. Coincidentally, a white tortoiseshell cat with yellow spots walked passed there by chance and urinated on the ignited flame, and that was just in time to prevent the library or even the whole university from being burned down into ashes. Hence, when the university students presented the incident to the then emperor, the Majesty announced tortoiseshell cats to be the guardians of the city."
Oscar turned his head over to the other side, indifferent to the story, and pointed on the window. "I think it has gotten too far, there are cats everywhere! Look! On the roof, chairs, street, even on the dining tables! Out of curiosity, tortoiseshell cat is quite a rare species, but how come there are so many of them in different colors? What about cats of other species?"
Messier shrugged nonchalantly, "Just like us humans, cats have a complete social system too. They are aware that only purebred tortoiseshell cats can survive like emperors in this city, hence the rest of them, either mixed breed or other species, are often bitten to death at birth. Otherwise, the clowder of cats will chase them down to the remote corners."
"That sounds to me like the style of Dulin University," Oscar said.
Baron Messier smiled and nodded, "Exactly, any learning not in par with the guiding ideology if often excluded or eliminated. I’m not too sure if the tortoiseshell cats or the scholars first established these rules."
The prince lost interest. He let down the window gauze and immersed himself in the shadow of darkness.
On the noon of Church’s year 791, 22th day of 12th month, His Imperial Highness Prince O’Neil Andrew Morisette’s grand procession came to a halt in the center of Tortoiseshell Cat Square in Sparjoxin. The appearance of numerous Narcissus Knights was enough to draw immense attention from the crowd.
The crowd was simmering in excitement and their noise woke up the napping prince. He extended his arms in the air and stretched himself to cast away the fatigue.
"Let’s meet the great wise men of the University Town!" with a big smile on his face, Oscar pushed the door of his carriage wide open.
The Great Hall of Dulin University was the tallest building in Sparjoxin. Located in the northern end of the square, it consisted of a five-storey main building and two three-storey annexes to its east and west. After a brief greeting ceremony, Oscar and company were invited to the paved black marble palace rich with religious atmosphere.
Not many people came to greet the Prince, but it was understandable, as these were mostly people with prominent identity and status in the University Town or perhaps even in the entire empire.
The important men circled around the young man, some of whom introduced him to the history of the city, some explained its magnificent architectural history, while others gossiped trivial matters with the young prince.
The prince was sandwiched between two important persons around his own age, and used up almost all his energy to entertain these two young men whose looks were extremely like each other. Obviously, the identity of these two young men were the noblest of all present. On his left stood a man with an elaborate mustache and short hair - Lobble Alfa Morisette, the first son of Alfa III His Majesty, making him the first in line to the succession of the throne. The other young man on the right wore a brand-new lieutenant general’s uniform, on his chest shone a few glittering medals. He always put on a tight expression on his face, and muttered a few words only when his young brother-in-law asked him questions. His name was Lobmus Alfa Morisette, whom Oscar knew was called a dumb goose by Alanis in private.
First Prince Lobble held on to Oscar’s arm. He seemed extremely interested in his young brother-in-law, and exhorted the young man to not be too humble or respectful in front of himself.
"You’re a Highness, I’m a Highness, and Rom’s also a Highness!" Lobble counted his fingers, "Ah! That makes us three Highnesses! How should we distinct ourselves?"
Oscar was all ears and wondered what the man had to say.
"Ah! That’s it! Why don’t we address the young prince as young Oscar or brother-in-law, myself as Lobb, and my brother as Rom. That makes it so much easier! Am I right, Rom?"
The emperor’s second son nodded at his brother. There was still no change of emotion on his face.
Oscar was directed into a grand dining hall, where on the long table was set up with forty pairs of cutleries. Just when the prince thought he could finally relax and have some food, another problem was raised. The president of Dulin University and the dean of Imperial Military Academy rattled on about the issue of seating with other old men in boring long robes.
Oscar was rather confused as well. Even though he was well aware of the importance of seating on dining table, he was unsure if the old men were disputing over the seats nearer to himself, or if they were hoping to be seated as far away from him as possible.
The dispute did not come to an end until the arrival of the two sons of the emperor. Finally, with the other two who had a more superior presence than himself, Oscar took to a seat on the left side of the table reserved for guests. As expected, the First Prince took the host seat, his brother on the right seat next to him, and the rest of the old men sat down accordingly as they wished.
After enduring rounds of lifeless conversations and exchanges of compliments showered toward the female guests, Oscar was delighted as the feast he had long awaited was finally served.
Waiters came in gradually from the side hall, and the large dish trays they brought in with them managed to attract the crowd engrossed in their discussion. People were curious as the room was suddenly filled with smell of freshly-baked, warm dough.
The first dish revealed to be not just one, but two gigantic servings of nineteen-inches pizzas! The soft dough was covered with both sweet and savoury cheese over layers of caviar sauce and chicken slices. Apart from that, it was garnished with red and green peppers, fresh mushrooms, and sprinkles of crumbly cookie. When Oscar began salivating over the pizza, more and more appetizing dishes were served onto the table.
The amount of food served was overwhelming; a large basket filled of various bread, succulent meatballs, steaming hot mutton pies, assorted pork hors d’oeuvre with truffle, juicy grilled red sausages, and soft pumpkin with strawberry sauce.
Oscar’s focus was fully and solely on the feast laid in front of his own eyes. The Young Lady did not forget to remind her brother to be more conscious about his table manners, but the latter could not be bothered anymore.
When the plates gradually began to empty, waiters immediately brought in the following dish. Next up for main course was two ducks roasted to a perfect golden color, which were cut into long strips and placed in fan-shaped arrangement, drenched with dark pepper gravy.
The people cleaned the last drop of sauce on their plates with pieces of bread, and nibbled on fat duck meat on rice crackers. The ladies naturally did not have to dirty their hands with the greasy ducks, as waiters around them attentively took the task of removing the duck bones upon themselves.
All grace to the God of Light! Oscar eventually succeeded in devouring all the food that was ladled out onto his plate. As he was resting his fat body against the back of the tall chair, Oscar was rather taken aback when he noticed the host of the banquet, His Highness Lobble, excitedly wipe his plate clean with a serviette. A couple of seconds later, another massive bake tray was placed on the table. This time, it was filled with the famous northern dish – pot-roasted beef in red wine with red onion marmalade!
Oscar felt himself salivating again at the sight of this beautiful piece of art, and his hands uncontrollably extended themselves to a serving of the steaming beef.
Now, it was time for a change of wine. A waiter revealed a bottle of dark honey beer and another bottle of Faran white wine from a chilled wine bucket. The sweet and fruity cocktails were removed from the table, and soon wine glasses were filled with the northerners’ pride - dark honey beer.
Oscar felt a little strange that Sparjoxin was densely populated by the northerners even though it was only twenty kilometers away from capital Dulin. These northerners preferred their food strongly flavoured, even with salads. The prince helped himself to a plate full of deep fried toast with vegetable salad, and then poured over it some creamy red pepper sauce.
Not to forget the thick soup, which was another specialty that represented the northerners the most. The prince requested for a bowl of goat milk radish broth while he gobbled down the beef and salad. During this coldest month of the season, a bowl of goat’s milk broth was indeed warm to the heart!
At last, coffee was finally served, just as the ladies were almost asleep and the prince’s stomach was close to exploding. This meant that the banquet was over. Along with coffee, a locally Sparjoxin produced ‘digestif’ was also distributed to each guest, which the prince gulped down in an instant. Only after getting rejected for a second serving that the prince was told that ‘digestif’, just as its name suggested, was to aid bowel movement and could not be drunk in large quantity.
The guests were savouring their second cup of coffee the moment the final dessert was served. It was a massive yogurt fruit cake, which Oscar grudgingly had a small piece to guard the family’s honor. Young Lady and other ladies simply turned to their blind eye and pretended not to see it.
Oscar was in high spirits after having tasted all these delicacies. He clinked glasses with all the people and recited a short poem he wrote in prison during his younger days.
It read: Behind the depressing bars, be a humble servant, perhaps it will wear out your will, to prevent from making grave mistakes, and I, I was a humble servant.
People were stunned at the end of his recital, not knowing how to react. Slowly, sparse clapping of hands eventually became a full-house applause.
Although the banquet was attended by prestigious elders of the academic circle, but they could not be less humble in the presence of the Emperor’s sons and an appointed prince. Dealing with imperial power was not an easy task, for example, with this surprisingly young little prince, to praise him would lessen the status of these leading authorities of the academic institutions, but they were also afraid to disdain him for fear of being subjected to possible hatred. Hence, the elderly chose to wear their half-smiling faces to deal with these young powers, utilising their accumulated experience and careful demeanor.
Seated by the banquet table were mainly lords from Dulin University and Imperial Military Academy. Other big names included mayor of Sparjoxin, chairman of Titan Association of Professors, and the dean of Dulin Imperial Academy of Medicine. Among them, the president of Dulin University was a stooping old man, while the dean of the Imperial Military Academy was an old marshal in well-pressed uniform, on his shoulder hung Golden Lion emblem which represented the Imperial family.
"Marshal Robin, my respected dean, when should I report to you?"
Marshal Robin Sparse put down his coffee. This old man with a long white beard adjusted his composure before answering.
"Lieutenant General O’Neil, you can report yourself at any time, though not to me, but to General Raleigh Thomas, mentor for History of War Research. General Raleigh will be handling all the arrangements for your course at the Imperial Military Academy."
"Thank you, Marshal!" Oscar raised his glass to the old marshal, and the latter returned his toast with a cup of coffee. The young man was rather uncomfortable with this but understood that it would not be easy to change the reserved manner of an old marshal.
"So be it!" First Prince was the first to stand up from his seat, and the other old men and soldiers immediately followed suit. Only Oscar and Young Lady were slow to react and they were casted looks by the others.
It was apparent that First Prince Lobble enjoyed the highest prestige in University Town. Besides, Oscar also noticed that Second Prince Lobmus mostly played the role of his brother’s yes-man, not having an opinion of his own. Young prince frowned at thought of this two princes, they were not as useless as Alanis had mentioned.
Take the First Prince for instance, although he gave out an impression of not being very dexterous, his eyes always shone with great brilliance, and Oscar concluded him to be an introverted by nature. On the other hand, Second Prince Lobmus resembled a perfect soldier. From his table manners, his posture, to his way of speaking, Oscar would say that this man was extremely strict with himself. Although this somewhat reminded him of the dumb goose reference given by Alanis, Oscar suspected that there was more than just this beneath the Second Prince, waiting to be discovered.
In short, these two potential Emperor of Titan left an impression in the young prince’s mind. It was not until now that he had finally met the two princes that he clearly understood to whom the Titan Empire really belongs! The truth was apparent, the influential people of University Town were indifferent toward the young prince himself. In general, most of them gathered themselves around the two descendants of the emperor.
The Second Prince excused himself at the end of the banquet for a military manoeuvre that he is participating in. However, before he left, he invited his brother-in-law to a hunt sometime, and mentioned his intention to invite Narcissus Knights over for a dual match organized by the Military Academy.
Just when the crowd was ready to board their respective carriages, Oscar invited His Highness Lobble Alfa Morisette for a visit to his new mansion in University Town. The surprised expression that washed over the highness’s face when Oscar proposed the idea was rather obvious to the eyes, but almost immediately a smile returned to his face and he accepted the invitation politely.
Oscar’s new purchase was located in the north of the city, near to the suburbs’ forested area. Oscar only heard a brief description of its looks from his butler and has not yet seen the new mansion himself, but when he mentioned it to the First Prince, the latter expressed immense interest in the house. He was told that the First Prince has visited the mansion before, and if it wasn’t for the arrest of the previous owner last month, perhaps the family members would not have sold off the mansion.
Oscar felt rather embarrassed as his mansion was involved in a sensitive political issue. However, he noticed that the First Prince, who was referred to as a sly wolf by his sister, was not very much concerned about Dulin’s political situation. His topic of conversation seemed to only revolve around news of arenas of love and trivial titbits, only occasionally would he mention his studies in University Town.
The procession encountered a small trouble when they made a turn from University Street into City Road. More than hundreds of students gathered in City Road, waving banners and shouting outside of city hall. The patrolling cavalry watched guard at the crowds, but the students were not bothered by them at all. Some brazen young men even acted recklessly and threw stones at the tall buildings.
The impatient First Prince was wearied of waiting. He closed his eyes and stated that it was not okay to impart students with dangerous thoughts. Oscar was curious and wondered what kind of thoughts was considered dangerous. Lobble further explained himself by saying what was known as dangerous thinking referred to ideas that opposed the municipal governments’.
The students rallying at the city hall seemed to be protesting against something. Since his procession was stopped by the crowd, Oscar decided to send his man out to get hold of the situation. After hearing the response, the young Prince was unsure whether to laugh or cry at the students! As it turned out, the students were protesting against the newly established statue by the city hall, which they claimed its undesirable design fractured the artistic atmosphere of the University Town!
Oscar impatiently called out for his immediate cavalry commander, Major General Murat, and ordered him to get through this chaotic neighborhood within five minutes no matter what.
Murat pondered for a moment, quickly formed the attacking formation and charged at the student crowd without giving them any verbal warnings. Having heard the tumultuous steps of the warhorses, even the most ignorant man on earth would know what to do. Students scattered around like little birds, their speed not any slower than the horses’.
And so, the prince’s procession was back on the road once more, and Oscar was extremely pleased at the result. No one know who started the first call, but chants of "Oppose to Tyranny" were heard among the student crowd.
Inside of the carriage, the First Prince and the young prince laughed out loud with each other. As their gazes met they regretted not having met sooner.
"Hey! My brother-in-law, I have to admit that I like you!"
"It’s my pleasure, but I just want to confirm with you, which kind of like do you mean, specifically?" Oscar asked, half-jokingly.
"I’m not planning to snatch Alanis’s young lover!" Lobble answered honestly. He was well aware that people have been questioning about his sexual orientation.
"When I said I like you, I mean to say that I like your style of handling affairs! You know what? The officers in University Town are all too civilized, they would never do anything to students like that. But you? You settled the matter by simply demanding your men to ride away!"
Oscar nodded, "Your Highness, compared to my style I would much prefer your taste and quality!"
"Oh, really?" Lobble came closer to the prince in excitement, "My brother-in-law, like I said, just call me Lobb!"
"Alright, Lobb!" Oscar said while revealing two huge cigars from the concealed shelf underneath the seats, and passed one over to the First Prince.
"So Lobb, about that beef feast just now, I regretted not to demand my chef to steal the recipe. I’m guessing that was prepared by you, right?"
Lobb appeared to be even more thrilled! "Yes! Yes! But how do you know that?"
"God! Lobb! Those old men could not even differentiate banana from durian, not to mention those innumerable delicious delicacies. Oh right, I almost forgot! The Second Prince, it was as if he is a soldier by natural, he also doesn’t know how to appreciate the art of food."
"You’re absolutely right! Hahahaha! Seems like you have similar interests as I do, only people like you understand the true art of culinary," the cigar in his hand has already been casted to aside. Lobb was rubbing his hands in delight.
"Hey, you know? If it wasn’t for my prestigious status and identity, I would be managing Titan’s… no! the world’s most popular hotel, I remember more than ten thousand recipes by heart, and I canrecite the names of all pubs and hotels from Faran to Ollier. I can also…"
Lobble paused mid-way speaking, and glanced over at the astonished prince, "What’s wrong?"
Oscar could not believe what he just heard. As a superior member of the Imperial family himself, he was amazed at First Prince’s wild ambition but also wondered if the prince was right in his mind.
"I want to ask, if Your Highness, are being serious?"
This time it was Lobb’s turn to be amazed, but only for a few seconds, then he shook his head as if to clear off the crazy thought planted in his mind.
"It doesn’t matter anyway! I know no one would understand. As expected by everyone, if things go well, in the future I would be taking care of a whole nation, not an hotel. So…" Lobble let out a long, sad sigh, then casually tuck at his messy light gold hair nestled in a bun, "So just take what I said with a pinch of salt!"
In that instant Oscar understood that the honorable First Prince of Westland was indeed being serious. Everyone has a hobby, or an ambition, of course it was nothing bad or strange about that, but only so if Lobb was not born into a family of utmost authority and power.
An awkward silence filled up the space in the carriage. Oscar looked at Lobble, and then at himself. Perhaps the First Prince was inflicting pain unto himself by having an unreachable dream, but what about the young prince himself? What was his ambition?
The prince finally discovered the hard rock of reality – what was it that he really yearned for in life? What was it that he was going after for? He realised he had no clue to these questions!
"Stop!" Oscar suddenly shouted.
This young man jumped off the carriage and thoroughly examined at the street on his left side. Finally, he casted his glance over to a tall building.
The knights rushed to his side immediately, and the completely clueless ladies also poked their head out from their carriage, not knowing what happened!
"Now, what are you doing?" Lobble left the carriage and walked over to the prince’s side.
"I think there is something I could do for you!" Oscar said with a bright smile. "Ola! What is this place?"
Lobble raised his head to the sky and looked at that majestic building, "This is Sheldon Museum, what’s wrong with it?"
Oscar laughed slyly, "Your Highness, what do you think if in the front of this building reads a sign that says ‘Lobb Oscar Hotel’? Do you think that sounds good?"
The eldest son of Alfa III was suddenly speechless! He was still in dazed when being pulled back into the carriage by his brother-in-law.
The moustache above his mouth was covered with beads of sweat, his whole face turned red, and his body shaking with excitement!
"Lobb… Lobb Oscar Hotel!" First Prince repeated the name numerous times to himself, "Oh my God! Would father kill me for it?"
Oscar chuckled, "This is my property, and it has nothing to do with you. If the Majesty has anything to say he can come to me directly! If things get worse, I’ve still got Alanis on my back!"
"This… this is too sudden!" Lobble rubbed his hands nervously, "Oh my God! I’ve only known you for half a day!"
Oscar nodded, he understood his concern, "Don’t you feel that this half a day was as long as half a century! Your Highness! Your dream is right in front of your eyes, and there are still couple more years for you to study here in University Town, isn’t it? This is a once-in-lifetime chance, imagine, we could be operating a grand hotel! A majestic hotel named Lobb Oscar Hotel that would be the talk of the world!"
Lobble swallowed hard at the most alluring suggestion he had ever heard in his entire life. If this young prince Oscar wasn’t as bright as rumoured, then he must be a lunatic! However, deep down, he knew that this brother-in-law of his was sincere in helping him to achieve his dream.
"I… I have considered about this before, but… but you know, father is extremely strict with my annuities. Moreover, I don’t have faith in those merchants…"
"Ola!" Oscar pulled at the bell near his side, and soon a knight appeared at the outside of his window.
"Tell Messier De Quixote that I wish to meet with everyone of Sheldon Museum at dinner time!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Satisfied Oscar leaned back to his seat comfortably, and smiled at the first son of the emperor. "Ola! I would get that building in a price that no one could bear to turn down. So, right now we can begin to discuss the interior design and renovation matters?"
Lobb slowly regained his consciousness, until a moment ago he thought the young prince was only pulling at his legs. The son of the emperor suddenly grasped at the young prince’s collar tightly!
"Listen up Oscar! To me, this is not a joke! Operating a hotel is the world’s most serious matter, it’s as complicated as managing a nation itself! Let’s not talk about the operation budget yet, about the construction of a hotel we have to keep in mind the interior design, menu, entertainment! Not to forget the shopping, kitchen management, resource allocation, training of waiters…"
"Hold on! Hold on!" Oscar had to stop the First Prince. "Your Highness, you seem to have a wide knowledge about hotel management, and I’m sure that you would be capable of managing the whole business. My job is to hand over you a museum, and what you do after to make it a world renowned grand hotel is completely in your hands, not my trouble!"
Lobb let go of the prince’s collar, but he was still struggling inside. He had enough on his plate to keep himself occupied, and he did not want to cause any more trouble, not to mention emerging as a Morisette Imperial member who owns a hotel! However, he really hated those damned courses assigned to him by his tutors! He yearned to immerse himself in beautiful magazines that introduce world delicacies and brochures that were filled with plenty information of famous hotels.
Lobb extended his hand, and it gripped with the young prince’s.
"So… you agree?" Oscar put off his cigar.
"Yes! If you’re only a lunatic, then I would willingly be sent into the mental hospital with you together!" First Prince’s eyes shone with that great brilliance again, "But why would you do this for me?"
Oscar found his hand on his nose, "Because this is your dream. But me, I don’t even have a smallest goal in my life, I think by helping others to achieve their dreams it would make me feel better in life."
Lobble was still holding the prince’s hand as he smiled, "My young brother-in-law, if I remember correctly you are two years younger than my sister Alanis, but me, I’m already twenty-five years old! You still have plenty of time in the world to figure out your goals in life!"
"But… why not this?" an idea came to his mind, "I have extreme faith in our hotel and I would build several more branches of Lobb Oscar Hotel in all corners of the world. By then, when I become the successor to the throne, you would be my Prince Regent! Since I would be busy managing the hotels, naturally the national affairs would be handed over to you to take care of! Don’t you forget that you’re my partner!"
Oscar forced a smile and nodded at the naïve prince. He could not believe it, but he had to believe it! How can there still be such honest and kind-hearted good man! Not to mention he emerged from the Morisette Imperial Family! He lived in a world full of fantasy, and just owning a hotel was enough to complete his life. The young prince was well aware that this First Prince was burdened with the hopes of the Emperor and the Queen, but in his opinion, if the Majesties want their eldest son to become a hotel owner in the future, they would be proud of him; but if they want their son to become an emperor...
Oscar sighed with emotion as he watched the delighted First Prince who was leaping for joy, and a sudden thought made him grow so much admiration for the man who was ignorant and foolish. He admired such a young man who could still possess such passion and big dreams while living in the center of a dirty whirlpool. However, if his parents eventually force him to take the throne, Oscar believed that the result would fall far short of expectations!
"Perhaps… being a Prince Regent is not that bad of a choice after all!"
Not knowing why, Oscar suddenly thought of this idea.
Two hundred -- or perhaps three hundred -- years ago, Sparjoxin was only a tiny town. Just like any other quiet city on Titan land, Sparjoxin was surrounded with low towers, ancient churches, and friendly commoners who loved to plant.
In the Church year 557, then Emperor of Titan and archbishop of parish organized a magnificent groundbreaking ceremony in this little town near the capital to celebrate the first day of construction of Westland’s most grand university. At that time, Sparjoxin was already listed under Dulin’s district, hence the university was named Dulin University.
A hundred years later, in the middle of the sixth century according to the Church’s calendar, Dulin University became the learning center of the whole world. Cultural studies, arts, aesthetics, religious studies, it was in this place that many of the greatest ideas and knowledge were discovered. The scholars of Westland regarded Sparjoxin as the Holy City of Knowledge, their devotion to it was equally matched with what the believers of the God of Light had for the Great Church of Saint Roman.
The small city was crowned University Town at the end of sixth century. Dulin University was only one representative of the many situated in Sparjoxin, as the small city did not stop constructing more universities throughout the century. During its early times, Dulin University was separated into North and South colleges, with Religious Studies college and Social Sciences college acted as rivals. Apart from that, there was an Honor University supported by the Titan Ministry of Senior Nobility, and the Imperial Military Academy established by the Imperial family. Furthermore, Sparjoxin was also home to many of the world’s best-known professional colleges, including the Dulin Scott College of Priest, Dulin Imperial Academy of Medicine, University of Titan Codex, Sparjoxin Academy of Architecture, Imperial Academy of Arts, and also the prestigious Titan National Academy of Sciences.
As a result, almost all the intellectuals who dominated Titan empire were concentrated in Sparjoxin. Hence, this city changed completely alongside the growth of knowledge as time passed.
The walls of the city have long since been pushed down by builders from around the world, and was replaced by iron railings and massive bronze gates engraved with Dulin University’s logo. The structure of the city was not well-planned, as different universities and research houses occupied distinct streets and neighborhoods according to their academic fields. Occasionally, odd-looking constructions made by so-called avant-garde architects would emerge in the midst of tall, majestic buildings.
But then again, the disorder of Sparjoxin and the University Town was merely superficial on its outlook. The spirit and mindset of the whole city was as rigorous and precise as the iron bell at the Dulin Scott Cathedral. Compared to the complicated layout of the school district, the streets of Sparjoxin is best at reflecting this.
In the middle of the city center was a square that covered an area of almost 5000 square meters called the Tortoiseshell Cat Square. From north to south was Dulin University Street that also functioned as the main road of Sparjoxin city. It had several main academic campuses of the University Town and also all sorts of clubs and cafes famous for academic debate. Then, from east to west was Military Academy Road and Church Avenue, which were under the control of high-ranking military officers and priests in red robes. Compared to Dulin University Street that advocated sciences, this avenue seemed much stricter with rules and order. It was also because of this that the students’ urban life was fully integrated with restrictions and regulations from religious practice and the military.
The small paths scattered throughout the city that were all given strange but self-explanatory names as peculiar as the campuses themselves should not be forgotten. These trails were mostly found near the more radical or non-mainstream academic sect. For instance, there was Liberty Street, the notorious Judgement Junction, Philanthropy Forum Street South flooded with lunatics and people who were sexually and romantically attracted to people of the same-sex, and Hostel Street that was always packed with poor students.
However, although each street was separated with academic boundaries by stubborn and tenacious intellectuals, the neighborhoods of University Town still shared some common grounds. Coffee houses could be said to be the most densely-populated locations in the area because of its relatively cheap price and the environment it provided for intellectual exchange. One could buy a cup of coffee for only four Ti coins. Regulars could get a whole pot for the same price, which would be enough for them to sustain their conversation over the whole afternoon.
Moreover, the libraries, though not as dense as the coffeehouses, could also be seen located almost everywhere in the city! No matter if it was grandly built national library, or private library the size of one’s courtyard, the books available were completely free for viewing. Some argued that by obtaining a few years of working experience as librarian in these libraries, the knowledge one achieved could possibly be so great there was no need for them to pursue their study at a prestigious university. Free books were the most popular among poor students. Occasionally, if they behave, the library owner would even invite these bookworms in for a long stay. In this place, the relationship between everyone was pure and honest because everyone has the similar thirst and respect for knowledge.
The fragrance of coffee infiltrated the air as people continuously moved between libraries and research houses. Groups of tortoiseshell cats appeared around the streets in search for food, and these cats rambled around the city fearlessly as they were adored by the people. Even if they were politely shooed out by owners or librarians they would shamelessly sneak into the door of their next target. Sometimes when they did not relent the owner had no choice but to serve these special guests with cat food.
"Why tortoiseshell cat?" Prince O’Neil’s carriage was forced to slow down numerous times on his way through the city because of these cats, and he was curious to know the answer.
"There is an interesting story behind this!" the prince’s adviser Baron Messier explained with a smile, "Many years ago, when the library of Dulin University was just completed, a thunder in the morning suddenly struck on a book that was casted aside on the window ledge. Coincidentally, a white tortoiseshell cat with yellow spots walked passed there by chance and urinated on the ignited flame, and that was just in time to prevent the library or even the whole university from being burned down into ashes. Hence, when the university students presented the incident to the then emperor, the Majesty announced tortoiseshell cats to be the guardians of the city."
Oscar turned his head over to the other side, indifferent to the story, and pointed on the window. "I think it has gotten too far, there are cats everywhere! Look! On the roof, chairs, street, even on the dining tables! Out of curiosity, tortoiseshell cat is quite a rare species, but how come there are so many of them in different colors? What about cats of other species?"
Messier shrugged nonchalantly, "Just like us humans, cats have a complete social system too. They are aware that only purebred tortoiseshell cats can survive like emperors in this city, hence the rest of them, either mixed breed or other species, are often bitten to death at birth. Otherwise, the clowder of cats will chase them down to the remote corners."
"That sounds to me like the style of Dulin University," Oscar said.
Baron Messier smiled and nodded, "Exactly, any learning not in par with the guiding ideology if often excluded or eliminated. I’m not too sure if the tortoiseshell cats or the scholars first established these rules."
The prince lost interest. He let down the window gauze and immersed himself in the shadow of darkness.
On the noon of Church’s year 791, 22th day of 12th month, His Imperial Highness Prince O’Neil Andrew Morisette’s grand procession came to a halt in the center of Tortoiseshell Cat Square in Sparjoxin. The appearance of numerous Narcissus Knights was enough to draw immense attention from the crowd.
The crowd was simmering in excitement and their noise woke up the napping prince. He extended his arms in the air and stretched himself to cast away the fatigue.
"Let’s meet the great wise men of the University Town!" with a big smile on his face, Oscar pushed the door of his carriage wide open.
The Great Hall of Dulin University was the tallest building in Sparjoxin. Located in the northern end of the square, it consisted of a five-storey main building and two three-storey annexes to its east and west. After a brief greeting ceremony, Oscar and company were invited to the paved black marble palace rich with religious atmosphere.
Not many people came to greet the Prince, but it was understandable, as these were mostly people with prominent identity and status in the University Town or perhaps even in the entire empire.
The important men circled around the young man, some of whom introduced him to the history of the city, some explained its magnificent architectural history, while others gossiped trivial matters with the young prince.
The prince was sandwiched between two important persons around his own age, and used up almost all his energy to entertain these two young men whose looks were extremely like each other. Obviously, the identity of these two young men were the noblest of all present. On his left stood a man with an elaborate mustache and short hair - Lobble Alfa Morisette, the first son of Alfa III His Majesty, making him the first in line to the succession of the throne. The other young man on the right wore a brand-new lieutenant general’s uniform, on his chest shone a few glittering medals. He always put on a tight expression on his face, and muttered a few words only when his young brother-in-law asked him questions. His name was Lobmus Alfa Morisette, whom Oscar knew was called a dumb goose by Alanis in private.
First Prince Lobble held on to Oscar’s arm. He seemed extremely interested in his young brother-in-law, and exhorted the young man to not be too humble or respectful in front of himself.
"You’re a Highness, I’m a Highness, and Rom’s also a Highness!" Lobble counted his fingers, "Ah! That makes us three Highnesses! How should we distinct ourselves?"
Oscar was all ears and wondered what the man had to say.
"Ah! That’s it! Why don’t we address the young prince as young Oscar or brother-in-law, myself as Lobb, and my brother as Rom. That makes it so much easier! Am I right, Rom?"
The emperor’s second son nodded at his brother. There was still no change of emotion on his face.
Oscar was directed into a grand dining hall, where on the long table was set up with forty pairs of cutleries. Just when the prince thought he could finally relax and have some food, another problem was raised. The president of Dulin University and the dean of Imperial Military Academy rattled on about the issue of seating with other old men in boring long robes.
Oscar was rather confused as well. Even though he was well aware of the importance of seating on dining table, he was unsure if the old men were disputing over the seats nearer to himself, or if they were hoping to be seated as far away from him as possible.
The dispute did not come to an end until the arrival of the two sons of the emperor. Finally, with the other two who had a more superior presence than himself, Oscar took to a seat on the left side of the table reserved for guests. As expected, the First Prince took the host seat, his brother on the right seat next to him, and the rest of the old men sat down accordingly as they wished.
After enduring rounds of lifeless conversations and exchanges of compliments showered toward the female guests, Oscar was delighted as the feast he had long awaited was finally served.
Waiters came in gradually from the side hall, and the large dish trays they brought in with them managed to attract the crowd engrossed in their discussion. People were curious as the room was suddenly filled with smell of freshly-baked, warm dough.
The first dish revealed to be not just one, but two gigantic servings of nineteen-inches pizzas! The soft dough was covered with both sweet and savoury cheese over layers of caviar sauce and chicken slices. Apart from that, it was garnished with red and green peppers, fresh mushrooms, and sprinkles of crumbly cookie. When Oscar began salivating over the pizza, more and more appetizing dishes were served onto the table.
The amount of food served was overwhelming; a large basket filled of various bread, succulent meatballs, steaming hot mutton pies, assorted pork hors d’oeuvre with truffle, juicy grilled red sausages, and soft pumpkin with strawberry sauce.
Oscar’s focus was fully and solely on the feast laid in front of his own eyes. The Young Lady did not forget to remind her brother to be more conscious about his table manners, but the latter could not be bothered anymore.
When the plates gradually began to empty, waiters immediately brought in the following dish. Next up for main course was two ducks roasted to a perfect golden color, which were cut into long strips and placed in fan-shaped arrangement, drenched with dark pepper gravy.
The people cleaned the last drop of sauce on their plates with pieces of bread, and nibbled on fat duck meat on rice crackers. The ladies naturally did not have to dirty their hands with the greasy ducks, as waiters around them attentively took the task of removing the duck bones upon themselves.
All grace to the God of Light! Oscar eventually succeeded in devouring all the food that was ladled out onto his plate. As he was resting his fat body against the back of the tall chair, Oscar was rather taken aback when he noticed the host of the banquet, His Highness Lobble, excitedly wipe his plate clean with a serviette. A couple of seconds later, another massive bake tray was placed on the table. This time, it was filled with the famous northern dish – pot-roasted beef in red wine with red onion marmalade!
Oscar felt himself salivating again at the sight of this beautiful piece of art, and his hands uncontrollably extended themselves to a serving of the steaming beef.
Now, it was time for a change of wine. A waiter revealed a bottle of dark honey beer and another bottle of Faran white wine from a chilled wine bucket. The sweet and fruity cocktails were removed from the table, and soon wine glasses were filled with the northerners’ pride - dark honey beer.
Oscar felt a little strange that Sparjoxin was densely populated by the northerners even though it was only twenty kilometers away from capital Dulin. These northerners preferred their food strongly flavoured, even with salads. The prince helped himself to a plate full of deep fried toast with vegetable salad, and then poured over it some creamy red pepper sauce.
Not to forget the thick soup, which was another specialty that represented the northerners the most. The prince requested for a bowl of goat milk radish broth while he gobbled down the beef and salad. During this coldest month of the season, a bowl of goat’s milk broth was indeed warm to the heart!
At last, coffee was finally served, just as the ladies were almost asleep and the prince’s stomach was close to exploding. This meant that the banquet was over. Along with coffee, a locally Sparjoxin produced ‘digestif’ was also distributed to each guest, which the prince gulped down in an instant. Only after getting rejected for a second serving that the prince was told that ‘digestif’, just as its name suggested, was to aid bowel movement and could not be drunk in large quantity.
The guests were savouring their second cup of coffee the moment the final dessert was served. It was a massive yogurt fruit cake, which Oscar grudgingly had a small piece to guard the family’s honor. Young Lady and other ladies simply turned to their blind eye and pretended not to see it.
Oscar was in high spirits after having tasted all these delicacies. He clinked glasses with all the people and recited a short poem he wrote in prison during his younger days.
It read: Behind the depressing bars, be a humble servant, perhaps it will wear out your will, to prevent from making grave mistakes, and I, I was a humble servant.
People were stunned at the end of his recital, not knowing how to react. Slowly, sparse clapping of hands eventually became a full-house applause.
Although the banquet was attended by prestigious elders of the academic circle, but they could not be less humble in the presence of the Emperor’s sons and an appointed prince. Dealing with imperial power was not an easy task, for example, with this surprisingly young little prince, to praise him would lessen the status of these leading authorities of the academic institutions, but they were also afraid to disdain him for fear of being subjected to possible hatred. Hence, the elderly chose to wear their half-smiling faces to deal with these young powers, utilising their accumulated experience and careful demeanor.
Seated by the banquet table were mainly lords from Dulin University and Imperial Military Academy. Other big names included mayor of Sparjoxin, chairman of Titan Association of Professors, and the dean of Dulin Imperial Academy of Medicine. Among them, the president of Dulin University was a stooping old man, while the dean of the Imperial Military Academy was an old marshal in well-pressed uniform, on his shoulder hung Golden Lion emblem which represented the Imperial family.
"Marshal Robin, my respected dean, when should I report to you?"
Marshal Robin Sparse put down his coffee. This old man with a long white beard adjusted his composure before answering.
"Lieutenant General O’Neil, you can report yourself at any time, though not to me, but to General Raleigh Thomas, mentor for History of War Research. General Raleigh will be handling all the arrangements for your course at the Imperial Military Academy."
"Thank you, Marshal!" Oscar raised his glass to the old marshal, and the latter returned his toast with a cup of coffee. The young man was rather uncomfortable with this but understood that it would not be easy to change the reserved manner of an old marshal.
"So be it!" First Prince was the first to stand up from his seat, and the other old men and soldiers immediately followed suit. Only Oscar and Young Lady were slow to react and they were casted looks by the others.
It was apparent that First Prince Lobble enjoyed the highest prestige in University Town. Besides, Oscar also noticed that Second Prince Lobmus mostly played the role of his brother’s yes-man, not having an opinion of his own. Young prince frowned at thought of this two princes, they were not as useless as Alanis had mentioned.
Take the First Prince for instance, although he gave out an impression of not being very dexterous, his eyes always shone with great brilliance, and Oscar concluded him to be an introverted by nature. On the other hand, Second Prince Lobmus resembled a perfect soldier. From his table manners, his posture, to his way of speaking, Oscar would say that this man was extremely strict with himself. Although this somewhat reminded him of the dumb goose reference given by Alanis, Oscar suspected that there was more than just this beneath the Second Prince, waiting to be discovered.
In short, these two potential Emperor of Titan left an impression in the young prince’s mind. It was not until now that he had finally met the two princes that he clearly understood to whom the Titan Empire really belongs! The truth was apparent, the influential people of University Town were indifferent toward the young prince himself. In general, most of them gathered themselves around the two descendants of the emperor.
The Second Prince excused himself at the end of the banquet for a military manoeuvre that he is participating in. However, before he left, he invited his brother-in-law to a hunt sometime, and mentioned his intention to invite Narcissus Knights over for a dual match organized by the Military Academy.
Just when the crowd was ready to board their respective carriages, Oscar invited His Highness Lobble Alfa Morisette for a visit to his new mansion in University Town. The surprised expression that washed over the highness’s face when Oscar proposed the idea was rather obvious to the eyes, but almost immediately a smile returned to his face and he accepted the invitation politely.
Oscar’s new purchase was located in the north of the city, near to the suburbs’ forested area. Oscar only heard a brief description of its looks from his butler and has not yet seen the new mansion himself, but when he mentioned it to the First Prince, the latter expressed immense interest in the house. He was told that the First Prince has visited the mansion before, and if it wasn’t for the arrest of the previous owner last month, perhaps the family members would not have sold off the mansion.
Oscar felt rather embarrassed as his mansion was involved in a sensitive political issue. However, he noticed that the First Prince, who was referred to as a sly wolf by his sister, was not very much concerned about Dulin’s political situation. His topic of conversation seemed to only revolve around news of arenas of love and trivial titbits, only occasionally would he mention his studies in University Town.
The procession encountered a small trouble when they made a turn from University Street into City Road. More than hundreds of students gathered in City Road, waving banners and shouting outside of city hall. The patrolling cavalry watched guard at the crowds, but the students were not bothered by them at all. Some brazen young men even acted recklessly and threw stones at the tall buildings.
The impatient First Prince was wearied of waiting. He closed his eyes and stated that it was not okay to impart students with dangerous thoughts. Oscar was curious and wondered what kind of thoughts was considered dangerous. Lobble further explained himself by saying what was known as dangerous thinking referred to ideas that opposed the municipal governments’.
The students rallying at the city hall seemed to be protesting against something. Since his procession was stopped by the crowd, Oscar decided to send his man out to get hold of the situation. After hearing the response, the young Prince was unsure whether to laugh or cry at the students! As it turned out, the students were protesting against the newly established statue by the city hall, which they claimed its undesirable design fractured the artistic atmosphere of the University Town!
Oscar impatiently called out for his immediate cavalry commander, Major General Murat, and ordered him to get through this chaotic neighborhood within five minutes no matter what.
Murat pondered for a moment, quickly formed the attacking formation and charged at the student crowd without giving them any verbal warnings. Having heard the tumultuous steps of the warhorses, even the most ignorant man on earth would know what to do. Students scattered around like little birds, their speed not any slower than the horses’.
And so, the prince’s procession was back on the road once more, and Oscar was extremely pleased at the result. No one know who started the first call, but chants of "Oppose to Tyranny" were heard among the student crowd.
Inside of the carriage, the First Prince and the young prince laughed out loud with each other. As their gazes met they regretted not having met sooner.
"Hey! My brother-in-law, I have to admit that I like you!"
"It’s my pleasure, but I just want to confirm with you, which kind of like do you mean, specifically?" Oscar asked, half-jokingly.
"I’m not planning to snatch Alanis’s young lover!" Lobble answered honestly. He was well aware that people have been questioning about his sexual orientation.
"When I said I like you, I mean to say that I like your style of handling affairs! You know what? The officers in University Town are all too civilized, they would never do anything to students like that. But you? You settled the matter by simply demanding your men to ride away!"
Oscar nodded, "Your Highness, compared to my style I would much prefer your taste and quality!"
"Oh, really?" Lobble came closer to the prince in excitement, "My brother-in-law, like I said, just call me Lobb!"
"Alright, Lobb!" Oscar said while revealing two huge cigars from the concealed shelf underneath the seats, and passed one over to the First Prince.
"So Lobb, about that beef feast just now, I regretted not to demand my chef to steal the recipe. I’m guessing that was prepared by you, right?"
Lobb appeared to be even more thrilled! "Yes! Yes! But how do you know that?"
"God! Lobb! Those old men could not even differentiate banana from durian, not to mention those innumerable delicious delicacies. Oh right, I almost forgot! The Second Prince, it was as if he is a soldier by natural, he also doesn’t know how to appreciate the art of food."
"You’re absolutely right! Hahahaha! Seems like you have similar interests as I do, only people like you understand the true art of culinary," the cigar in his hand has already been casted to aside. Lobb was rubbing his hands in delight.
"Hey, you know? If it wasn’t for my prestigious status and identity, I would be managing Titan’s… no! the world’s most popular hotel, I remember more than ten thousand recipes by heart, and I canrecite the names of all pubs and hotels from Faran to Ollier. I can also…"
Lobble paused mid-way speaking, and glanced over at the astonished prince, "What’s wrong?"
Oscar could not believe what he just heard. As a superior member of the Imperial family himself, he was amazed at First Prince’s wild ambition but also wondered if the prince was right in his mind.
"I want to ask, if Your Highness, are being serious?"
This time it was Lobb’s turn to be amazed, but only for a few seconds, then he shook his head as if to clear off the crazy thought planted in his mind.
"It doesn’t matter anyway! I know no one would understand. As expected by everyone, if things go well, in the future I would be taking care of a whole nation, not an hotel. So…" Lobble let out a long, sad sigh, then casually tuck at his messy light gold hair nestled in a bun, "So just take what I said with a pinch of salt!"
In that instant Oscar understood that the honorable First Prince of Westland was indeed being serious. Everyone has a hobby, or an ambition, of course it was nothing bad or strange about that, but only so if Lobb was not born into a family of utmost authority and power.
An awkward silence filled up the space in the carriage. Oscar looked at Lobble, and then at himself. Perhaps the First Prince was inflicting pain unto himself by having an unreachable dream, but what about the young prince himself? What was his ambition?
The prince finally discovered the hard rock of reality – what was it that he really yearned for in life? What was it that he was going after for? He realised he had no clue to these questions!
"Stop!" Oscar suddenly shouted.
This young man jumped off the carriage and thoroughly examined at the street on his left side. Finally, he casted his glance over to a tall building.
The knights rushed to his side immediately, and the completely clueless ladies also poked their head out from their carriage, not knowing what happened!
"Now, what are you doing?" Lobble left the carriage and walked over to the prince’s side.
"I think there is something I could do for you!" Oscar said with a bright smile. "Ola! What is this place?"
Lobble raised his head to the sky and looked at that majestic building, "This is Sheldon Museum, what’s wrong with it?"
Oscar laughed slyly, "Your Highness, what do you think if in the front of this building reads a sign that says ‘Lobb Oscar Hotel’? Do you think that sounds good?"
The eldest son of Alfa III was suddenly speechless! He was still in dazed when being pulled back into the carriage by his brother-in-law.
The moustache above his mouth was covered with beads of sweat, his whole face turned red, and his body shaking with excitement!
"Lobb… Lobb Oscar Hotel!" First Prince repeated the name numerous times to himself, "Oh my God! Would father kill me for it?"
Oscar chuckled, "This is my property, and it has nothing to do with you. If the Majesty has anything to say he can come to me directly! If things get worse, I’ve still got Alanis on my back!"
"This… this is too sudden!" Lobble rubbed his hands nervously, "Oh my God! I’ve only known you for half a day!"
Oscar nodded, he understood his concern, "Don’t you feel that this half a day was as long as half a century! Your Highness! Your dream is right in front of your eyes, and there are still couple more years for you to study here in University Town, isn’t it? This is a once-in-lifetime chance, imagine, we could be operating a grand hotel! A majestic hotel named Lobb Oscar Hotel that would be the talk of the world!"
Lobble swallowed hard at the most alluring suggestion he had ever heard in his entire life. If this young prince Oscar wasn’t as bright as rumoured, then he must be a lunatic! However, deep down, he knew that this brother-in-law of his was sincere in helping him to achieve his dream.
"I… I have considered about this before, but… but you know, father is extremely strict with my annuities. Moreover, I don’t have faith in those merchants…"
"Ola!" Oscar pulled at the bell near his side, and soon a knight appeared at the outside of his window.
"Tell Messier De Quixote that I wish to meet with everyone of Sheldon Museum at dinner time!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Satisfied Oscar leaned back to his seat comfortably, and smiled at the first son of the emperor. "Ola! I would get that building in a price that no one could bear to turn down. So, right now we can begin to discuss the interior design and renovation matters?"
Lobb slowly regained his consciousness, until a moment ago he thought the young prince was only pulling at his legs. The son of the emperor suddenly grasped at the young prince’s collar tightly!
"Listen up Oscar! To me, this is not a joke! Operating a hotel is the world’s most serious matter, it’s as complicated as managing a nation itself! Let’s not talk about the operation budget yet, about the construction of a hotel we have to keep in mind the interior design, menu, entertainment! Not to forget the shopping, kitchen management, resource allocation, training of waiters…"
"Hold on! Hold on!" Oscar had to stop the First Prince. "Your Highness, you seem to have a wide knowledge about hotel management, and I’m sure that you would be capable of managing the whole business. My job is to hand over you a museum, and what you do after to make it a world renowned grand hotel is completely in your hands, not my trouble!"
Lobb let go of the prince’s collar, but he was still struggling inside. He had enough on his plate to keep himself occupied, and he did not want to cause any more trouble, not to mention emerging as a Morisette Imperial member who owns a hotel! However, he really hated those damned courses assigned to him by his tutors! He yearned to immerse himself in beautiful magazines that introduce world delicacies and brochures that were filled with plenty information of famous hotels.
Lobb extended his hand, and it gripped with the young prince’s.
"So… you agree?" Oscar put off his cigar.
"Yes! If you’re only a lunatic, then I would willingly be sent into the mental hospital with you together!" First Prince’s eyes shone with that great brilliance again, "But why would you do this for me?"
Oscar found his hand on his nose, "Because this is your dream. But me, I don’t even have a smallest goal in my life, I think by helping others to achieve their dreams it would make me feel better in life."
Lobble was still holding the prince’s hand as he smiled, "My young brother-in-law, if I remember correctly you are two years younger than my sister Alanis, but me, I’m already twenty-five years old! You still have plenty of time in the world to figure out your goals in life!"
"But… why not this?" an idea came to his mind, "I have extreme faith in our hotel and I would build several more branches of Lobb Oscar Hotel in all corners of the world. By then, when I become the successor to the throne, you would be my Prince Regent! Since I would be busy managing the hotels, naturally the national affairs would be handed over to you to take care of! Don’t you forget that you’re my partner!"
Oscar forced a smile and nodded at the naïve prince. He could not believe it, but he had to believe it! How can there still be such honest and kind-hearted good man! Not to mention he emerged from the Morisette Imperial Family! He lived in a world full of fantasy, and just owning a hotel was enough to complete his life. The young prince was well aware that this First Prince was burdened with the hopes of the Emperor and the Queen, but in his opinion, if the Majesties want their eldest son to become a hotel owner in the future, they would be proud of him; but if they want their son to become an emperor...
Oscar sighed with emotion as he watched the delighted First Prince who was leaping for joy, and a sudden thought made him grow so much admiration for the man who was ignorant and foolish. He admired such a young man who could still possess such passion and big dreams while living in the center of a dirty whirlpool. However, if his parents eventually force him to take the throne, Oscar believed that the result would fall far short of expectations!
"Perhaps… being a Prince Regent is not that bad of a choice after all!"
Not knowing why, Oscar suddenly thought of this idea.
