The Extra Wants To Live

Passing through the retreating nobles as if avoiding a dirty animal, Carl stood in front of Nero.

Carl wanted to run away, but he couldn't.

"Older brother."

"… Oh yeah… ."

When Carl smiled brightly and greeted him, Nero couldn't control his expression and smiled awkwardly and nodded.

Carl stood in a sagging posture and looked up at Nero, as if he had forgotten all the etiquette he had learned from his servant.

This is the image of a completely harmless, stupid and weak scarecrow prince who knows nothing.

There are degrees of harm and devastation, but the degree to which it has collapsed to this point is too severe. This will not end with showing that he is not interested in the fight for the throne.

He won't be treated like a human being at all.

'Why are you doing this? 'You're smart not a fool!'

Nero said this to Carl with his eyes.

Carl is such a smart guy that it's hard to believe that he spent his whole life locked in a room and didn't learn anything. Even if he only talk to him for 5 minutes he can feel his intelligence.

But you're acting like such a fool! How are you going to take care of it?

"Thanks to you, my life was saved. thank you."

"…That… they say? I'm glad…"

Nero has become truly unknown. He have no idea what Carl is thinking.

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Nero felt eerie when he saw Carl smiling innocently.

"Is our father isn't hereyet?"

"Father… !

Nero, shocked, takes a step back, and the noisy nobles also close their mouths in shock.

There is no one in this world who calls Azgoth 'father'. Even those children don't dare call Azgoth that.

Azgoth is the supreme ruler of the Thousand Year Morgan Empire and the great emperor of all the subjects of the empire. His children are no exception.

Carl ran wild through the party like a wolf among a flock of sheep, and in a messed up atmosphere, only the orchestra that was playing music continued to play with anxious eyes and sweating profusely.

Nero wanted to run away from this place.

He don't know why this guy comes to me and yells at me.

"Whoosh! … … Hmm… ."

A lot of suppressed laughter echoes in the party room where the tense music is playing.

Everyone looked in that direction, but no one could tell who was laughing at this terrible situation.

"… Is he crazy?"

With a straight face, Gwen pinches the back of Adrian hand tightly and whispers softly.

Adrian looked so embarrassed that he had forgotten the language and tilted his head as if he couldn't understand what she was saying.

Gwen frowns her pretty eyebrows.

"…Your Majesty is not yet."

As Nero barely managed to compose himself and spoke softly, Carl nodded loudly with a childlike face.

Then, he walked with his slippers on and started eating the food prepared at the party with his fork.

"… … ."

The absurdity of coming this far is so great that I feel like I should just let things happen as they happen.

Nero approached his mother Bella, trying to straighten his messy hair.

"mother."

"… … Ah, Nero."

Bella seemed frightened by the rigid atmosphere, but when Nero approached her and held her hand, she melted and smiled and held her son's hand.

Bella, with her honey-colored hair tied up in a ponytail and bright hazel eyes, smiled like that and could not possibly be seen as a mother with a grown son.

"…4th prince, right?"

"Yes, mother."

Responding to Bell's cautious voice, Nero silently looked at Carl, who was behaving like an idiot.

Carl ate the cake without even bothering to look around himself, and when he smelled the alcohol, He frowned and picked up a cup filled with a sweet drink and drank it down.

In the eyes of the royal family and nobles, He is a truly barbarians.

… … No, he is exactly what everyone expected of the foolish, incompetent, and pathetic 4th prince Carl, who was born from lowly noblewoman.

"It would be best to step back a little."

Gwen was mesmerized by Carl eating in a barbaric manner that she had never seen before.

Adrian, who was the center of the party, led her and quietly retreated to the outskirts of the party.

"The Empire… !"

The attendant, who was about to shout something, hastily closes his mouth, and the door to the party opens forcefully.

"… … ."

The emperor of the empire, Azgoth, raised his hand to silence the attendant and slowly looked around the silent party hall with the force of a lion.

His sun-like eyes shine brightly.

Step by step.

"Your Majesty!"

The moment Azgoth took a step, everyone bowed their heads at him, as if time had stopped.

Carl's eccentricities were nothing compared to Azgoths' appearance.

Just as the sun rises, as if a supreme being who rules over the lowly beasts steps forward, the chaotic rules are immediately straightened out.

Azgoth did not pay a single glance to the nobles who bowed to him, but walked straight ahead and stopped in front of Carl, who was eating like an animal.

Carl, who had been eating his food with his hands as if he were a real barbarian, muttered his mouth and rolled his eyes, and after a moment of contemplation, he turned around and faced Azgoth, holding his food tightly.

Carl lowered his head, muttering intently,

looked around, and clumsily bowed his waist, following what the other nobles were doing.

"Hello. father."

"… … ."

Everyone who listens gets cold sweat.

When everyone was at a loss for what to do with Carl's absurd words, Azgoth slowly opened his mouth.

"Why did you lower your head?"

Why is he asking that?