Otaku Translation: I! Anomaly Cleansing Agent! C157

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Chapter 157: The Carriage and the Other Carriage

… the royal crest?

Peering through the rear vent of the carriage, the young woman inside the two-wheeled cart caught sight of the ornate emblem carved onto the front of the luxurious carriage behind them. Her cheerful, mischievous smile instantly darkened into a stormy scowl.

“The carriage behind us must belong to .”

Watching as cargo wagons were shoved off the road, toppling over, and small merchants scrambled out of their overturned vehicles to salvage their goods—glaring at the opulent carriage with suppressed fury—the middle-aged noblewoman’s expression grew equally troubled.

Though she shared ’s disdain for the prince’s behavior, seeing the deepening anger in the young woman’s eyes prompted her to intervene quickly.

“Your Highness, you’re traveling incognito today. You have no entourage, not even a guard. If you step out now, you’ll disrupt the ’s . And if the rebels find out you’re here, it could spark chaos.”

“Mm… I know…”

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, the once-lively girl vanished, replaced by the composed and regal demeanor expected of royalty.

After one last glance at the luxurious carriage behind them, the young woman—Veronica, the princess—retracted her gaze and calmly issued her orders.

“Pull our carriage off the road. Let Joshua’s pass first. After the ceremony is over, have someone write up a pamphlet detailing today’s events from the perspective of those small merchants. Make sure it’s written to evoke pity.”

The noblewoman blinked in surprise, then asked hesitantly, “Are you planning to present this pamphlet to and demand he discipline Prince Joshua?”

“No,” Veronica replied, shaking her head as she watched the extravagant carriage speed past. “Father owes Joshua’s mother too much from when he was negotiating with the nobles over the Treasury. Even if he hears about this, he’ll likely only scold him verbally.”

She paused, her tone measured. “If we truly want to address the issue, this pamphlet should be handed to the —specifically, those members who are always scrutinizing me for mistakes. Give them ammunition to criticize us.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line. “No matter how much I try to reason with Father, nothing will change unless the entire royal family feels the sting. Only when significant interests are lost will Father finally punish Joshua, teaching him what is acceptable and what isn’t.”

“Your Highness, you really are…”

The noblewoman chuckled softly, shaking her head as she watched the lavish carriage disappear into the distance.

“Knowing His Majesty’s temperament, Prince Joshua will suffer greatly this time. If you’re pressured by those parliamentarians to concede something, Joshua might go without a carriage for half a year or more.”

A slap on the wrist and losing access to a carriage for half a year—that’s considered suffering?

Veronica didn’t respond. Instead, she gazed out the window at the dozens of overturned wagons and shattered crates scattered along the roadside.

It had rained lightly the previous night, and even on —a meticulously maintained thoroughfare—the edges of the road remained muddy, dotted with puddles.

Among the goods transported by the small merchants, the shattered porcelain and glassware were irreparable losses. Coal, flour, spices—all were ruined by water exposure. Velvet ribbons and other decorative items destined for the investiture ceremony were now stained with mud and unusable. The wouldn’t accept such damaged goods, meaning these merchants would leave empty-handed.

And things had already been tough for them. Just weeks earlier, had engaged in aggressive price-cutting to survive, leaving small merchants struggling to stay afloat. This supply contract for the investiture ceremony had been a rare opportunity.

If her suspicions were correct, many of these merchants had likely purchased their goods on credit—or worse, taken out loans. Now, everything lay ruined in the mud thanks to Joshua’s guards.

If she did nothing, more than half of these wagon owners would likely go bankrupt. Those wearing worn-out clothes, crying while gathering their scattered goods, would soon end up in the slums of the capital.

“Forget it. I won’t attend the investiture ceremony.”

Glancing at the velvet ribbons lying in the muck and the merchants sobbing by the roadside, Veronica sighed wearily and waved her hand dismissively.

“Let’s go find Joshua’s guards. He needs to compensate them immediately—or else some of these people might…”

“Clear the way! Hurry up!”

“How did freight wagons get onto the ? Get off!”

“Push them all aside! The duke’s carriage is coming next, and we’re running late for the ceremony!”

Hearing the renewed commotion behind them, Veronica’s brow furrowed again. She leaned out the window to look back.

The new arrival was an ostentatious carriage drawn by eight towering , nearly spanning the ten-meter-wide road. Its extravagance rivaled—and perhaps surpassed—that of Joshua’s carriage.

The sandalwood body was adorned with golden lion crests, studded with gilded brass nails. Jewels were inlaid across its panels, and even the steel wheels bore intricate lion-foot imprints that left tracks resembling paw prints on the ground. Every detail pushed the boundaries of decorum to the extreme.

The Duke of Lionheart’s carriage? Trouble indeed…

Veronica sighed inwardly. To avoid Joshua’s reckless actions, most carriages had been diverted to the noble lane. Many had barely managed to return to the main road, and restoring order would take at least twelve to thirteen minutes—far too little time to clear the way again.

If the newly appointed Duke of Lionheart wanted to reach on schedule, he’d likely follow Joshua’s example and forcibly push these wagons aside, ruining even more goods…

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“Everyone stop!”

Just as Veronica debated whether to reveal her identity and speak with the Duke of Lionheart to buy the merchants some time, a head popped out of the new carriage’s window. It barked an order to halt the guards preparing to overturn the wagons.

“What are you blindly shoving for? Is this wide road not enough… Hmm…”

Leon glanced at the crowded noble lane ahead, then estimated the width of his own extravagantly decorated carriage. Realizing it wouldn’t fit, he swallowed the rest of his sentence. Turning to glare at the sweat-drenched, elegantly dressed old man beside him, he complained irritably, “I told you there was no need for a carriage. Walking wouldn’t have taken long. But no, you insisted on dragging me back here… Look! Now we’re stuck.”

The old man, former duke’s steward, unable to argue but feeling utterly frustrated, could only force a smile and plead.

“, riding this ‘’ into the estate is a tradition of the Lion family and part of the investiture ceremony. Please bear with it just a little longer—it won’t be much longer now.”

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