The Extra Wants To Live

"Blood, wasn't there blood on it?"

"Lilly, calm down. I'm not hurt."

Carl smiled and gently shook Lilly hand away as she worriedly looked at his face.

There was a little bit of blood left on the nape of his neck that hadn't been wiped away. It was a good thing he left his scarf loose just in case.

If the scarf had been soaked in blood, Lilly would have fainted, and Carl would have been very sad that he couldn't use the scarf that Lilly had given him.

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"Lilly, I'm tired."

"Okay, just a moment."

Carl walked unsteadily, whining, carrying Lilly in his arms, full of worry. When he was with Lilly, his tense mind started to relax.

He did everything he could to get his hands on Milione and the military. Now all that remained was to meet Aric and hide the blade under his dark bed.

"I'm tired, so I'm going to sleep."

"You need to wash and change clothes."

"Change my clothes for me."

"Okay, let me go."

Lilly seemed pleased to see Carl acting up, so she smiled gently and patted him on the back.

'Milione Hansval, not only does he have control over the military, but his temperament is also not bad, so I hope we can use him for as long as possible,' Carl thought calmly as he threw a tantrum at Lilly like a whining child.

Thanks to Goban, he got his hands on a good horse.

"Seriously, if you keep doing this, you'll end up going to bed without washing up."

When Lilly spoke sharply to Carl, who kept nagging, he buried his face in Lilly's shoulder while thinking of ways to use Milione without killing him, if possible.

How can a mother warm our hearts so much?

Carl was happy and glad just to have Lilly. A pleasant night came, and Carl pondered his next move, then fell into a peaceful sleep listening to Lilly breathing.

Aric would arrive in a few days. Carl hoped Aric could deal as much damage to Adrian as possible and die cleanly...

***

Not only the palace, but the whole of Himmeln was busy. They cleaned the streets neatly and worried that snow might pile up.

On both sides of the street, knights and soldiers were lined up to control the situation, and a large number of people gathered and made noise. The royal family threw bread to the commoners.

The poor commoners were desperate to get as much bread as possible, not caring if it fell on the floor or got dirty on their hands.

It was equally painful for the common people to survive the cold winter in Himmeln. How much of a blessing would they feel for the bread they received at such a time?

"Thank goodness it didn't snow."

"I chose a day when it didn't snow."

Nero responded to Carl's muttering in a calm tone. They were waiting at the palace, their schedule empty until they had to attend a party in the evening.

After a while, Prince Aric, who had been traveling around the empire to expand the imperial family's influence, would return.

Aric was the one who officially took over Emperor Azgoth's' duties. He was practically the crown prince.

Naturally, not only the nobles of the palace but the entire Himmeln was in an uproar to welcome Aric.

In the midst of all this, it was no good for Carl and Nero to make a fuss about doing their own thing. It was better to just lie there quietly and chat.

"Brother Aric, about the throne…"

"Yes, yes. I know. I know. Brother Aric should become the crown prince. Yes."

Carl was getting a headache. Nero kept talking so loudly that Carl felt like giving him a piece of his mind and making him do something.

"Rather than worrying about this lacking younger brother, wouldn't it be better to worry about your older brother's situation?"

"Me? What did I do?"

"You'll be 20 in a day or two, but there's no rumor that you're engaged or even seeing a woman. Are you going to walk into the party again, holding your mother's hand? Little gentleman…"

Puck!

Carl staggered after being hit in the head by a cushion. But the cursed snout showed no sign of stopping.

"Well, the little gentleman is better. The only woman around him is his mother, and the rest are all men, so all sorts of dirty rumors are going around."

"This son of a bitch."

Nero grabbed Carl's small head with his large hand and shook it tightly. Nero also knew about the scandal. Nero was about to turn 20, but there was no news about him and he was more popular with men than women, so there were rumors that he enjoyed sodomy.

Of course, there was a reason for this. In fact, Nero was very popular with women.

First of all, he was Count Beria, who was handsome, had a good personality, and his father was the emperor and his mother was rich.

It was even stranger that he wasn't popular.

In aristocratic society, if you haven't gotten engaged by the age of 20, you're in real trouble. Nero also wanted to date a woman, not to mention get married.

But Nero was overwhelmed with just protecting his mother, who was held by a leash.

When he made another scapegoat by getting engaged or married, he didn't have the confidence to protect her.

Carl also knew these circumstances. He was just teasing Nero because he kept nagging him about the succession to the throne.

"You seem to be the one who doesn't have any news about women, so why don't you take one with you this time? Oh, you said Lady Catherine? That knight was a woman, too."

"Oh my goodness! Brother, I am truly disappointed in you! Lady Catherine is a knight who has proven herself worthy of her title! How could you say such a dirty thing!"

"You really are a son of a bitch."