The Sweet Alpha Crown Prince Loves Me So Much Chapter 126

Chapter 126

Lulu, who was doing her homework with Marco in the Lindbergh Royal Castle, suddenly felt a chill down her spine and looked up.

“Lulu?”

She looked out the window, but it was only quiet.

It was contradictory and unsettling that it was so quiet here while Parman and the Empire were busy with the battle.

“I think my brother did something ridiculous again. I have a bad feeling.”

Marco, who had heard her say “brother, brother” so naturally that he now recognized it as a reference to the Prince, also cast an anxious glance outside.

Elizabeth also cried, “Kkiing, kkiiing.”

People who were with her every day didn’t notice, but Elizabeth was still growing.

From her perked ears to her thick toes, she was now as tall as Marco’s chest, reaching his chin.

Elizabeth had been pacing around the room restlessly for a while.

“Surely not. Even if he tries to do something reckless, His Highness Adrian wouldn’t just stand by and watch.”

“You don’t know how irrational your Prince becomes in certain situations.”

When someone was hurt or dying in front of him, he would frantically rush towards them.

That was her brother’s only, and as far as Jeon Jae-young knew, biggest flaw.

It couldn’t be helped that everyone had different temperaments, but her brother was extraordinary.

Was it because he had lost his parents before his eyes at a time Jae-young couldn’t remember?

‘Why don’t we have a mom and dad?’

When she was little, Jae-young used to ask that question often.

But when she realized that her brother would clutch his chest and gasp for breath every time she did, Jae-young stopped asking. She stopped being curious altogether.

The day Jeon Woo-young overturned the table and said he was done with this trashy house, Jae-young learned the cause of their parents’ death for the first time.

It was a common story. After her brother went to school, her young daughter, who was alone, cried and refused to go to daycare, so they went for a drive to soothe her, and an accident happened.

Come to think of it, Jeon Jae-young also died in a bus accident, and her brother followed her early because of an accident. This family was the worst match for anything with an engine.

Her cousin, who was never nice even as a compliment, started approaching her strangely when Jae-young started wearing a bra.

Knowing his intentions, Jae-young expressed her refusal by spending as much time as possible at school and locking her door when she came home. But eventually, after her cousin grew taller, the incident happened.

‘Hey, you have nowhere to go if you’re kicked out of our house. So, you better listen to me.’

‘Idiot, you’re not even a grade schooler anymore.’

The place where she was hit then still ached now that she was Lulu. More than her body, her heart ached.

‘Why do you think your brother doesn’t come home? It’s because of you. If it weren’t for you, your parents wouldn’t have died. Ah, poor thing. Your brother probably still remembers that day vividly. Only you don’t know anything.’

That’s right. Those words were why her heart ached.

Jeon Jae-young was a bold child. And she thought that just as what happened to her wasn’t a wound to her, it wouldn’t be a wound to her brother either, so she told him casually.

Her brother, who pretended to be blunt but was actually kind, swore at an adult for the first time in front of Jae-young that day and made a scene.

After that, her brother acted as if he would die himself if he couldn’t save someone. Even though Jae-young nagged and scolded him every time. He would change into a different person whenever he went to the scene and often came back injured.

“He’s such a coward usually.”

Lulu stood by the window, looking at the darkening sky, and gently stroked Elizabeth’s head, who stood beside her.

“Ah, I wish someone would just lock him up so he can’t act out anymore!”

Marco was startled by Lulu’s words.

The “someone” who would do that was none other than Adrian Heineken.

“Don’t say scary things. What if the Prince really gets locked up in the Imperial Palace because of that?”

“That’s what I’m saying. Even so, if my brother acts cute and coaxes him, Adrian, no, His Highness will give in again.”

If he could be stopped with words like “don’t do this” or “don’t do that,” he wouldn’t be an obsessive male lead. In Lulu’s opinion, Adrian had already abandoned the obsessive male lead keyword.

But you never know.

“Unless something big happens that makes him lose his mind.”

At Lulu’s small murmur, Marco clasped his hands and prayed to the Goddess.

‘Please don’t let the Prince get locked up.’

Usually, the garden would be filled with the chirping of birds celebrating the early spring, but today it was silent.

It was the beginning of an ominous night.

 

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Marquis Macallan personally rode her horse to Parman not long after Carl Lindbergh left the castle.

She couldn’t sit still, feeling restless and as if someone was pulling the back of her head, urging her to contribute to the Empire.

Lindbergh and the Kingdom of Leva, along with several smaller countries where Parman’s underground lairs had emerged, were busy cleaning up and purifying those areas, so they couldn’t directly contribute to the fight against Parman.

Fortunately, the formula that the Prince had completed by connecting major points helped to easily locate the underground lairs, so the work was slow but progressing.

The Prince chose to directly defeat the King of Parman, who seemed to be the completion of this magic circle.

It was for the simple reason that it would prevent unnecessary sacrifices and facilitate the aftermath, but the Marquis wasn’t entirely pleased.

Where on earth is Parman planning to draw the magical power to activate this enormous magic circle?

From Tenjiras and monsters? From the life force of humans filling the tunnels? But those were only having a low effect for now.

What is Mugicha Parman waiting for, still protecting Parman?

The completion of the magic.

While pondering this, the Marquis headed to Parman without hesitation.

Nearly twenty countries would be under the influence of this magic circle if it was activated.

They were far from the Empire, but if absorbed as planned, they could rival the Empire’s power, and it even included the Mochu Mountains.

The queen monster wanted to take the Prince. According to reports, it cried out for its master, and there was now a high possibility that it was referring to Mugicha, not Kirchner.

If he imprisoned the Prince in his castle and activated the magic circle, everyone except himself would serve Mugicha as their master. There would be no need for a pointless tug-of-war, and the Prince would be bound to Mugicha. Even if he was an imprinted Omega.

Suddenly, remembering one person who should never be included in that, Macallan whipped her horse.

The horse neighed once and then spread its imaginary wings and soared into the sky.

She wanted to encourage Carl Lindbergh to be active, but she was also a loyal subject of the Empire.

The Crown Prince is in Parman.

Mugicha might have intentionally waited for the Prince and the Crown Prince to imprint.

An Alpha’s obsession, possessiveness, and fixation on their mate become even stronger after imprinting.

It was instinctual, so the Crown Prince had no choice but to follow, to prevent the Prince from being harmed.

Even if it was a kidnapping where he walked in on his own feet.

The Marquis gritted her teeth.

Even with the wind whipping past her ears, she was breathing heavily.

Macallan took out a video communication device from her pocket.

Not long after she activated it, Duke Hendrick received the call himself.

It seemed that the Imperial Palace was also on standby, as Adrian Heineken, Carl Lindbergh, and even Count Bourbon had all gone to Parman.

Before the Duke could even speak, Macallan’s anxious voice cut through the air.

“His Highness the Crown Prince should not be in Parman right now.”

– What do you mean?

“It seems that Parman was waiting for the two of them to arrive. The reason it’s been quiet until now is not because they were waiting for their magical power to charge, but because they didn’t have enough.”

The Duke rubbed his forehead.

“Mugicha Parman was waiting for a human with strong magical power to enter his territory! He must have guessed that His Highness the Crown Prince would head to Parman once the Prince was in his hands.”

No matter how strong the Prince’s potential was, Mugicha wouldn’t easily kill him or use him as material for magic anyway.

The Prince was a dominant Omega. He wouldn’t do that if he had a proper head on his shoulders and his instincts as an Alpha were intact.

But the Crown Prince was different. Alphas are likely to be hostile towards other Alphas, and if Mugicha was a dominant Alpha, he would never let the Crown Prince, also a dominant Alpha, live.

“Are you listening? Sending the two of them there was a mistake in itself!”

The Duke said nothing. Macallan, anxious, shouted, but the Duke only rubbed his temples.

“Your Grace!”

– Haa, I’m listening.

“Immediately contact Count Bourbon and tell him to cancel all operations, escort His Highness the Crown Prince, and if possible, the Prince, back to Heineken.”

The Duke made a troubled expression. Macallan couldn’t interpret that expression at once.

However…

“Your Grace.”

Macallan’s words slowly trailed off in the air.

– I have some unfortunate news. Prince Carl Lindbergh has already entered the castle of Parman.

“What? You mean His Highness the Crown Prince is with him?”

The Duke, whose eyebrows drooped, shook his head.

The Marquis’s eyes narrowed, and the corners of her lips trembled.

“He went in alone?”

– Alone, and on his own two feet.

Neigh!

The horse, influenced by the Marquis’s intense pheromones, moved its legs erratically in the air.

“Such recklessness!”

– I have received a report that His Highness the Crown Prince is currently going berserk because of it. All differentiators near him have been pushed back, and the corpses of monsters have piled up like mountains, making it unnecessary to continue the battle.

“And what about the Prince?”

– After the Prince entered the castle, an unprecedentedly powerful barrier was erected around the castle of Parman. A new monster has appeared and is blocking the front, they say.

Damn it. Prince. Why?

The Marquis soothed the horse, which was only moving its legs in place.

– He did it knowing that the King of Parman wanted the Prince alive. His Highness the Crown Prince is overusing his magical power for the first time.

Macallan gritted her teeth at the request to keep this report from reaching the Empress.

– His Majesty Glenn is also on high alert, and Count Bourbon and the Holy Knights are also present, so nothing major should happen. But removing the barrier is the priority. The Prince…

The Duke couldn’t continue and let out a deep sigh.

Then, after the video communication ended, Macallan screamed, “Aaaagh!” into the air.

She shouldn’t have encouraged him, saying it was pure magic and whatnot. The choice was the Prince’s, and the Emperor had approved it, but she was the one who had been constantly boosting the Prince’s morale from behind, so it was clearly her fault.

“I will accept this punishment after I save the Prince.”

The Marquis’s horse formed a long arc in the night sky as she sped away.