The Sweet Alpha Crown Prince Loves Me So Much Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Was Carl Lindbergh’s eyesight always this good?

He rubbed his eyes.

As his blurry vision cleared, the person’s figure became more distinct.

It felt surreal as if he had made eye contact with a ghost. Mugicha Parman ensnared Carl with only his gaze.

In the all-black castle, dressed in equally black clothes, only Mugicha’s yellow eyes, like a crow’s, shone as he pulled up the corners of his mouth.

“There’s a person there. That person is probably…”

Carl Lindbergh whispered in Adrian’s ear.

Adrian stared at the same spot as Carl.

“It seems so.”

As soon as Mugicha and Adrian made eye contact, they both made grim faces, without any prompting.

“Nasty bastard.”

Adrian gritted his teeth. Mugicha took his eyes off Adrian and stared intently at Carl Lindbergh.

It couldn’t be, but from the moment he confirmed Mugicha’s presence, it felt like the smell of blood was vibrating from inside his nose.

Carl Lindbergh blew his bangs, which were blurring his vision, with a puff of breath.

His hair had grown long enough to cover the still-vivid bite marks on his nape.

When I get back, I should cut my hair first. Irritation washed over him, and everything felt bothersome.

“We are ready.”

Adrian, who had been glaring at the spot between Mugicha and himself as if he would bore a hole through the glass that separated them, grasped the reins at Count Bourbon’s words.

Commander Juniper took the lead, and Count Bourbon followed at the rear, ordering the movement.

“I will reorganize the troops as soon as the castle gate is blasted. The soldiers here and Sir Juniper will enter together.”

Carl Lindbergh nodded at Count Bourbon’s explanation.

“One thing I would like to ask is, if by any chance you are separated from the group and end up alone with Mugicha Parman.”

The Count paused for a moment and looked at Carl Lindbergh.

Carl felt like he could predict his next words.

“No matter what he says, no matter what he does. Stay alive.”

Carl Lindbergh’s face paled slightly.

“Mugicha wants to capture the Prince alive.”

The reason is, Count Bourbon tried to continue, but Carl shook his head.

“I think I know. After conquering this land, he will need an heir. He wouldn’t miss a dominant Omega who walked in on his own feet.”

Having already been briefed by Adrian on the way here, Carl Lindbergh knew that imprinting did not prevent reproductive functions with others.

Moreover, he might experience agonizing and horrific things because he no longer had pheromones or the heat they induced.

His stomach churned.

Carl Lindbergh seemed to have become an Omega exclusive to Adrian Heineken, as the mere thought of sexual relations with another person, especially a man, made him nauseous.

He had never dreamed of it in the first place, but now, Adrian Heineken truly became his everything.

Calming his stomach, Carl glanced at Adrian, who was sitting behind him.

How should he explain that even after realizing that he had to spend his whole life looking only at this man, he wasn’t afraid and instead felt better?

When Adrian made eye contact with Carl, he softly stroked the nape of his neck repeatedly. Then he handed the reins to Carl.

At that moment, the formation slowly and carefully began to move forward.

The soldiers’ swords never once entered their scabbards.

Adrian covered Carl with a cloak to hide him from Mugicha’s gaze and skillfully fastened the invisible front knot. And then, after kissing the top of his head, hidden by the cloak, his next words moved Carl slightly.

“If there’s anything you want to do, anything you have to do, do it. I’ll protect you.”

Coming here in the first place was a reckless act. How many people would willingly protect the back of their mate who was about to crawl into the jaws of the enemy in this situation? He was grateful for that heart.

“Thank you. What can I do for you in return?”

At Carl’s whispered words, Adrian shook his head.

“Just stay alive, and I’ll do the rest.”

His tone was somewhat forlorn, and Carl Lindbergh frowned slightly. Carl slapped the back of Adrian’s hand. It was because it sounded like it was based on the premise that he would die.

“No, I will definitely live, and I will beat Mugicha.”

And I’ll stay by your side, always.

Carl Lindbergh promised himself.

There might be others who could stop what Mugicha Parman was trying to do. However, there are differences in efficiency in everything, and since he had a body with a talent for magic, Carl Lindbergh was sure that it was right for him to step forward.

With a cool gaze, Carl Lindbergh glared at Mugicha and suddenly grinned.

He didn’t know how good Mugicha’s eyesight was, but from afar, it seemed he could see the corners of his mouth forming a straight line under the cloak.

He tilted his head.

‘I stopped being swayed by the settings in the novel a long time ago, but the righteous protagonist doesn’t die easily.’

He didn’t know how Mugicha came to use the Chinese characters in magic formulas, but he couldn’t possibly know more than Carl Lindbergh, a former quasi-civil servant.

If Carl Lindbergh were Mugicha, he would have probably tried to use the word ‘conquer’ instead of ambiguous words, and he would have done everything he could to avoid being detected until his magical power was fully charged.

The common mistake villains make when they fail is showing off their power through unnecessary actions.

‘Typical and arrogant.’

Crack!

The soldiers constantly swung their swords.

As the corpses of the monsters piled up, the group moved forward, and Mugicha couldn’t hide his excited expression as Carl got closer to the castle.

“It would be easier to use magic, so why maintain hand-to-hand combat?”

Adrian answered Carl’s murmur.

“Because even the slightest mistake during battle can have a huge impact. Magic, which is heavily influenced by the caster, can also harm allies.”

“In the past, there were separate units composed only of mages, but the disadvantages were significant in many ways. Moreover, as the number of mages decreased, it became difficult to obtain high-quality magic stones, which also played a role.”

Sir Juniper added, and Carl nodded.

“Besides, if a mage loses their magic tool, they become as helpless as a paper doll.”

Magic only plays a supporting role, so the caster’s physical ability must also be sufficiently trained, Juniper said, rubbing his thick forearm.

“In that case, how about directly manifesting magic without a medium?”

Thinking that a bit of magic to create a gap wouldn’t consume continuous magical power, Carl asked again, and Juniper shook his head.

“That’s also limited to dominant individuals. If a recessive individual with an ambiguous quality has learned the wrong casting method, they’ll collapse every time they complete a single formula.”

So, directly manifesting magic consumes that much magical power. Every time he heard that things were different from the magic he knew, Carl Lindbergh had to remind himself.

The group, which had come within 100 meters, was divided into those who would enter the castle and those who would guard the surroundings.

Juniper and Count Bourbon split up, and Adrian switched back to his horse just in case.

“After entering the castle, capture or kill the King of Parman. Both are possible. Your Highness, please stay as close as possible to His Highness the Crown Prince, and when you find the King of Parman…”

At the intense gaze, Carl Lindbergh raised his head.

Mugicha Parman was smiling, showing all his teeth. He looked like a spider looking at a moth caught in a web.

Carl Lindbergh’s eyes widened.

It was faintly visible, but Mugicha was not alone. Mugicha raised his finger. He was pointing precisely at Carl Lindbergh, no, at the people around him.

“Wait a minute!”

As soon as Carl Lindbergh shouted, the entire ground began to move.

 

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“What is this?”

“Ah!”

The soldiers retreated towards the ramparts to avoid the epicenter, and Adrian Heineken lunged at Carl Lindbergh.

Screech, screech.

As if everything until now had been a joke, a giant sinkhole opened, and a correspondingly huge creature soared into the sky.

“A familiar shape.”

As Carl Lindbergh spoke, the creature raised its front legs and became agitated, causing him to fall. Adrian caught him, and everyone stared blankly at the creature.

Like the queen.

It looked disgusting as if black tar and humans had merged to form a lump.

Carl Lindbergh’s mouth fell open.

Was this what it meant to sense a motionless life force?

“Reform the formation!”

Count Bourbon and Duvel shouted simultaneously.

The soldiers quickly moved to reform the formation.

Fortunately, the appearance of the giant creature caused the attacks of the other monsters to falter, and some fell into the cracks of the sinkhole.

“Request reinforcements!”

The sound of the horn trumpet filled the sky.

Screech.

The entangled people flailed their limbs and uttered their own words.

‘Ah, it hurts.’

‘Set me free.’

‘Just kill me already.’

It was unclear whether the sounds were actually coming from their mouths or being transmitted like thoughts.

Tears welled up even in their lifeless eyes, as if their souls had already left.

The creature that had soared into the sky slowly descended back into the ground.

In the meantime, the limbs of the people being dragged underground were twisted at will, and they couldn’t even hide their painful expressions.

Carl Lindbergh’s face turned as pale as a sheet.

He had come determined to remain calm no matter what he saw. But this.

Where did all these humans come from? It was obvious.

“Haa, haa.”

His chest heaved as if he had sprinted 100 meters at full speed.

This was the result of extreme anger and sadness.

“Don’t look.”

Adrian covered Carl’s eyes. Carl calmly took deep breaths.

‘You’re too soft for someone who’s lived in such an environment.’

‘You can’t do this job with just sympathy. Sometimes, you have to be able to make quick decisions for the sake of the many who can live, rather than the one who died.’

‘To prevent more casualties.’

Carl Lindbergh bit his lip. Just in time, Adrian removed his hand, and Carl secured the magic tool to his waist and took off the cloak covering his head.

The creature repeatedly rose and fell.

Every time its body twisted, the ground shook, and the horses became agitated.

Whether it was because he confirmed the Prince’s appearance or because of Mugicha’s command, other lower-level monsters tried to approach Carl Lindbergh but were beheaded by the soldiers’ swords.

The Imperial Army was still in high spirits, but Carl Lindbergh could see that they were visibly exhausted.

It would be tiring to just stand still and fight, but with the ground shaking beneath their feet, even the most skilled soldiers had no choice.

“Adrian. Protect the others here.”

At Carl Lindbergh’s out-of-the-blue remark, Adrian’s eyes widened.

“What are you talking about?”

Before Adrian could reach out, Carl Lindbergh jumped off the horse.

“Carl Lindbergh!”

I’m sorry, Adrian. Apologizing inwardly, Carl ran into the thick of the monsters. Adrian tried to follow, but being pushed around by the soldiers and the monsters, he was momentarily blocked, and in those few seconds, Carl Lindbergh was carried away by the smaller monsters. The monsters lined up and disappeared behind the castle, and the last creature that appeared filled the spot.

“Carl!”

Adrian Heineken roared.