The Mech Touch novel Chapter 5610

Chapter 5610 Ves the Truth Teller

Ves did not want to end this call while leaving this issue unresolved.

It hadn't been a problem when Ves remained unaware of what was eating the Impresario Prince, but now that it came to his attention, it was his duty to do his best to find a resolution to this problem!

Ves grew frustrated by the limitations of a remote call. His options were much more limited when he wasn't in the same room as his conversation partner.

Short of employing tricks that did not translate well over a remote connection, Ves could only rely on his words to shake Prince Casevir out of his unhealthy fixation.

"You know what I think?" He said. "Your old man may be a great emperor. He has certainly done much to reverse the pattern of his predecessor and steered the New Rubarth Empire onto a better path. However, that does not mean he is best at everything. At the very least, I think he is a terrible father." The Impresario Prince looked scandalized!

Although it was not unheard of for the Star Emperor to get criticized, no one cared about the complaints of ordinary people.

It was a different story when Ves dared to criticize the current sovereign in the presence of a Rubarthan prince!

If a recording of this meeting leaked to the public, the entirety of the Rubarthan Pact would probably rise up in outrage!

Ves didn't care, however.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ves frowned. "Have you forgotten where we are these days? We are in the Red Ocean! Our civilization has transitioned into the Age of Dawn! A new time has come. Red humanity has cut loose from all of the ancient and impregnable institutions of the Milky Way. This includes the current Star Emperor and most of the Rubarthan Imperial Household."

"Be that as it may, the Rubarthan Pact is still a colonial state of the New Rubarth Empire! Until one of us has successfully ascended to a throne of our own, we are still subjects of our great father!"

Ves snorted at that. "That is stupid. Your awful father can't do anything. There is no reason why you should continue to show any deference to him, especially when it is not deserved! I don't care how many Rubarthans respect him. As a father and the head of an expansive household, the current Star Emperor has done a terrible job at raising an actual family. If your childhood conforms to the pattern that he has set for the thousands of other children, then he really shouldn't earn any respect for his callousness. He doesn't love you and your fellow siblings at all. He only regards you as tools to extend his tentacles across Rubarthan society!"

There was no way that Prince Casevir hadn't already figured that out, but it was incredibly difficult for him to admit it out loud.

No honored and respected prince wanted to admit that his worth only extended as far as securing the Star Emperor's control over a sector!

"Why are you insulting my great father? Do you not realize how much jeopardy you are putting yourself in? The Star Emperor is the father of the Rubarthan Pact! He is the sole unifying symbol that brings us all together. He may not be perfect, but his excellence inspires us all to work harder and do our best to live up to our potential!"

Ves hated this argument. There was nothing wrong with expecting people to make good use of the opportunities presented to them, but this extreme obsession with success likely caused a huge amount of mental anguish within Rubarthan society!

"Screw your father." Ves spat. "I am being serious. The Star Emperor earns no respect from me. Family is one of the most important institutions of the human race. His excessive propensity to produce offspring is already a perversion of the natural order, but I can accept it as long as all of his children receive the love and attention that they intrinsically deserve. Yet your old man is such an abysmal parent that he can't even be bothered to hold his own babies in his arms! How much affection is left in his heart? If he cannot bring himself to love any of his children without any utilitarian purpose in mind, then he is not qualified to earn my respect, let alone yours! Let's face it, Casevir. Your dad is a heartless scumbag. ADMIT IT! You know it's the truth!"

"No! You are wrong, professor! My great father has managed to defeat all of his competing brothers and sisters to win the throne after the Disaster Star has ended his reign! The New Rubarth Empire has yet to overthrow the regime of the Big Two, but it has recovered to a much greater state under his stewardship."

Ves crossed his arms. "That may be true, but so what? How does your father's record as a ruler have any bearing on you, a son that has only received neglect? You don't even have any desire to compete for the new throne according to your words! Why are you still afraid yet also obsessed with earning the approval of an unworthy parent who is stuck in a galaxy that is 50 million light-years away? The distance between you and your scumbag dad is so astronomically great that it doesn't make any sense for you to think about him anymore!"

The prince could not accept this argument. He had spent his entire life chasing after the current Star Emperor that he was too afraid of getting rid of an important anchor that defined his identity!

That was exactly the problem with this stubborn fool.

"Your identity as a Rubarthan prince and your identity as an artist are not in complete harmony with each other." Ves observed. "One is interfering with the other. Do you know why your mother has managed to become a well-known maker of masterworks while you are only able to produce mediocre works? It is because your deadbeat of a father is personally holding you back!"

The Impresario Prince was not a sheltered man. As an artist and a patron of the arts, he had interacted with a diverse set of personalities.

Every good artist possessed a different set of eccentricities. They were the reason why geniuses managed to stand out from the crowd. They also happened to make it rather headache-inducing to follow their bizarre trains of thought.

Out of all of the eccentrics that the Impresario Prince had talked with over the course of his life, none of them were as extreme and outrageous as Professor Larkinson!

Prince Casevir started to comprehend first-hand why this infamous mech designer became known as the Devil Tongue!

The Larkinson Patriarch truly had no taboos!

Ves continued to make his heretical case. "The concerns and obligations set by your father and all of the Rubarthan institutions around him should have no bearing on your life, especially now that the Great Severing has made a clean break between your past and your present. Recent events have already cut your father out of your life. The only step you need to take is to acknowledge your new reality. You are free, Casevir! You are no longer a Rubathan prince, but a man who is free to pursue his own ambitions for his own reasons rather than the expectations of an irrelevant bastard."

"Professor Larkinson... I..."

"That is one of the stupidest mistakes that you have made." Ves retorted. "Marrying the love of your life and having children who you can cherish from birth are invaluable experiences to a deprived prince such as yourself. As I have stated before, your great failing as an artist is that you have lived your entire life without receiving the affection that you deserve. That has stunted your growth as a human as well as an artist. How can you be passionate about your work when your capacity to love is so poor? Take a look around your own atelier. Which of these sculptures or paintings are imbued with an abundance of love or passion?" _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}

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