The Sweet Alpha Crown Prince Loves Me So Much Chapter 127

Chapter 127

Carl Lindbergh, his face pressed against the rough, fishy-smelling fur of the monster carrying him, apologized to Adrian.

What Carl Lindbergh had done was very wrong to Adrian.

It was as wrong as telling the lover who promised to protect him no matter what that he was not needed.

‘But, I only know this much. I hate it more that you’re hurt, in pain, and that the people you have to protect are hurt and suffering, than the pain it causes you right now.’

He had to meet Mugicha Parman anyway, and since that bastard had openly stated that he would spare only him and make sure to meet him, he didn’t want to take Adrian along, who might be in danger.

His past life, where he repeatedly lost loved ones before his eyes, was a fantastical new life created to tell him, “You were so pitiful and sad, so live a life full of love here.”

He couldn’t let anyone he loved get hurt or die here again.

Still.

Adrian’s last expression and his cry still lingered around him, stinging his heart.

“Ah, damn it. I’m not supposed to cry before a big event.”

Tears welled up.

Even without the imprint, Adrian had been a precious person to Carl from the beginning, and after the imprint, he was lovely to an excessive degree.

‘So, it’s okay for me to protect you a little.’

Nevertheless, when he was about to cry because of the overwhelming emotions, he bumped his nose on the beast’s back with a thud.

Carl Lindbergh, who had been lying as if dead, raised his upper body slightly and held his nose, and the beast following behind made threatening hissing noises.

“Damn it, my nose hurts.”

Thanks to that, he came to his senses.

You guys wouldn’t understand anyway. Carl Lindbergh glared and cursed freely.

There was no one here to impress, so he was planning to act like a mad dog.

The monsters ran on two legs, sometimes on four, only checking whether Carl Lindbergh, whom they were carrying, was alive or not, not caring whether his nose was broken.

As the number of floors increased, his head swayed erratically, causing his brain to rattle and making him feel nauseous, but Carl Lindbergh didn’t care.

To get out of here with his mind and body intact, he had to do whatever it took to get scolded by Adrian and appease him later.

Grr, grr.

“What are you glaring at? It’s annoying.”

A bizarre creature with bulging eyes and a skinny body but muscular forearms came close as if to devour Carl, then stopped.

It rolled its eyes and glanced inside, seeming to be cautious.

‘They listen to their master very well. Come to think of it, the Parman magic stones I used last time also followed commands accurately. It’s just that they were cheap and didn’t last long.’

If being able to tame monsters to this extent was an achievement, it was impressive. However, the purpose was clearly malicious, which was the problem.

Passing through a door covered with indistinguishable patterns, the beast threw Carl Lindbergh inside as if throwing him away and slammed the door shut.

In the place, presumably a banquet hall, with a giant hole in the center, Carl Lindbergh barely managed to stay near the edge of the hole.

If he had been pushed a little further, he would have fallen.

A hot heat could be felt from the dark space of unknown depth.

Waaaa, get him!

Your Highness Adrian!

Over there! Don’t let your guard down!

He could hear sounds that he couldn’t hear in the corridor clearly through the windows. He hoped the occasional roars weren’t Adrian’s.

Carl Lindbergh closed his eyes tightly, then opened them, slowly got up, and dusted off his clothes.

He heard a presence behind him but didn’t bother to turn around.

“Carl Lindbergh.”

An unpleasant voice that sounded like scratching the floor called his name.

He decided to tease him a little and slowly walked towards the door.

“Carl Lindbergh.”

With the sound of his clothes dragging on the floor, the man approached.

When Carl didn’t answer and put his hand on the doorknob, a thin, white hand like a spider’s grabbed his shoulder.

“Where are you going?”

‘He’s not very patient for someone who’s waited so long. He doesn’t seem very cautious either.’

Forcibly turned around by the strong grip, Carl Lindbergh looked up at Mugicha Parman in front of him.

He was slightly surprised by his unexpectedly youthful appearance, but Carl Lindbergh reminded himself that he was the ruthless Mugicha Parman, with no room for sympathy.

For someone who grew up without sunlight, his eyes were clear, and he was tall.

“Are you Mugicha Parman?”

He asked to confirm, even though he knew. Just in case. Carl Lindbergh couldn’t go back today without killing this guy or rendering him incapacitated to the brink of death.

“Hahaha, don’t play dumb. Even a passing rat knows that Heineken’s intelligence is superior.”

Mugicha laughed as if he was genuinely amused. This guy, who killed thousands, no, tens of thousands of people and turned the outside into a living hell, is laughing? Carl Lindbergh’s frown deepened.

“Unfortunately, we didn’t find out anything about your appearance.”

The ramparts were too thick.

At Carl’s words, Mugicha looked surprised. Chuckling and constantly looking Carl up and down, Mugicha suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Carl Lindbergh instinctively resisted, but Mugicha was trying to pull his arm off, so he had no choice but to be dragged along.

Forcibly seated at a table incongruously covered with a white cloth, Mugicha sat close in front of him.

“Which one is the real you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Kirchner said you were a half-wit prince who knew nothing. A pretty but dumb face. But now that I see you, it doesn’t seem quite like that.”

It seemed Kirchner had been here, blabbing about the Prince’s personal information.

No, since the medicine the Prince took and the poison that intoxicated the King all came from Parman, they must know everything.

All that was revealed about him was his name and gender, so they couldn’t act rashly.

The expression and tone of Mugicha, acting like they were best friends for ten years, grated on his nerves.

Mugicha raised his fingers to Carl Lindbergh’s bangs but was blocked by his palm.

“Will it wear out if I touch it?”

“Not just wear out, it might rot. Don’t touch my body.”

Mugicha wasn’t deterred by Carl’s sharp response and instead leaned back, supporting his chin with his hand, and made eye contact with Carl Lindbergh.

His long, black hair, contrasting with his eye color, flowed down.

He looked familiar, and then he realized he resembled a ghost often seen in classic horror movies.

Carl Lindbergh’s eyebrows twitched.

“Why? What have I done to you to make you so hostile? Ah, perhaps.”

Mugicha asked and answered himself in a nonchalant tone.

Outside, a loud bang and a strong shockwave were heard.

Your Highness! Your Highness Adrian!

Mugicha, who had been watching Carl Lindbergh’s eyes twitch and his pupils shake, raised one corner of his mouth.

“Are you being faithful only to the one you’re imprinted with?”

“You noticed, as expected.”

He hadn’t expected him to remain unaware, so Carl Lindbergh held his racing heart, which kept trying to leap outside.

“I can’t smell anything, so I had to notice.”

And he hadn’t noticed the pheromones Mugicha had been intentionally emitting since earlier.

That’s why imprinted ones are no fun.

Mugicha muttered that and got up.

“Why did you choose him? Because he’s the Crown Prince? Because he’s a dominant Alpha?”

“Do I have to answer that? I don’t see the point.”

“There’s no point, I’m just curious.”

“I don’t want to answer.”

Mugicha, who stole a glance at Carl Lindbergh’s face, his sea-like irises, and his hair that shone as if it had absorbed sunlight, with a covetous look, picked up a bouquet of roses that had been rolling around on the floor.

Incongruously, he held out the bouquet of mottled, unpleasant-colored roses with a mischievous expression.

“I want to propose to you.”

Carl Lindbergh’s spine tingled.

“I refuse.”

“Why?”

Why? To this multifaceted madman, Carl Lindbergh wanted to shout, “Are you asking because you don’t know?” but he barely managed to calm himself down.

“I have someone I love. I’m engaged and imprinted with that person.”

“Even if I can give you what Adrian Heineken gives you?”

“No, you can’t.”

At his firm tone, Mugicha smirked.

“Adrian Heineken will die here today. With his death, I will achieve what I have long desired and sought, and then the Heineken Empire will also kneel at my feet.”

Adrian will die. With that, he will achieve it.

Adrian’s magical power was said to be one of the strongest in the Empire. Carl Lindbergh guessed that Mugicha was waiting here for Adrian.

His heart beat anxiously, and something hot surged up.

Mugicha roughly grabbed Carl Lindbergh’s wrist and forced the roses into his palm.

“Ugh.”

The stems, which hadn’t been de-thorned, mercilessly dug into his palm.

Despite the creepy sensation, Carl Lindbergh gritted his teeth and glared at Mugicha.

Seriously.

He only needed Adrian Heineken to overpower Carl Lindbergh with force.

Mugicha brought his face close as if to kiss Carl Lindbergh.

“Choose. Will you become my bride, be newly imprinted, and welcome a new era with me?”

Can imprints be renewed? Even so…

A trickle of blood flowed from his crushed lips.

…A kiss from a man other than Adrian was neither sweet nor exciting.

It was just disgusting and painful.

“Or, will you keep the imprint on your nape, long for your fiancé who will never return, and be ravished by me on the cold floor?”

It will be horrible and agonizing. He threatened that even if he begged for death, saying it was better than living, he wouldn’t kill him.

“Isn’t a soft bed better than spreading your legs on a cold floor and giving birth? I’m quite capable, too. I don’t know how skilled your Alpha is, though.”

Chuckling, the way he moved his waist was worse than a local thug.

“What a shame.”

Gritting his teeth, Carl Lindbergh pushed Mugicha with all his might.

Mugicha said, “Oh,” and willingly stepped back.

At the same time, Carl, pulling out the self-made magic tool from his cloak, gripped it tightly, not caring that his palm, ruined by thorns, was in pain.

“There’s only one thing you can give me.”

Light began to leak little by little from the magic tool, which had no magic formula written on it. Holding it straight towards Mugicha, Carl Lindbergh said in a cool tone.

“Your life.”