The Sweet Alpha Crown Prince Loves Me So Much Chapter 128

Chapter 128

“Your Highness Adrian, I know it’s painful, but you mustn’t lose your reason at a time like this!”

Juniper fell flat on his face, as if clutching at Adrian’s pant leg.

After letting Carl Lindbergh go so vainly, Adrian’s eyes could only see the inside of the castle where he had disappeared.

When he went into a frenzy and raised his greatsword, the soldiers scattered.

It was because the overwhelming pressure, incomparable to others, and the physiological fear put monsters and humans on the same level.

The close aides, seeing him silently swinging his sword, felt him screaming inside.

They understood why the Prince had thrown himself away, leaving Adrian behind, but both Juniper and the Count felt like slapping his backside.

Slice, slice.

The more the monsters were cut down with unpleasant sounds and the more blood splattered everywhere, the more madness appeared in Adrian’s eyes.

Adrian’s sword was merciless. Even a graze from the blade, which resonated with magical power, tore off flesh.

The soldiers, standing far away, gulped.

It was rare to see the Crown Prince directly participate in battle, so they wanted to get closer, but due to Count Bourbon’s strict order, they stood with their backs against the wall and watched.

Even the holy knights, who were usually indifferent to anything other than battle, were staring blankly.

At this rate, there would be an unprecedented incident of someone being killed by the Crown Prince’s sword that was blindly attacking, so Count Bourbon had no choice but to step in.

After slaughtering the swarming monsters, he rushed alone towards the giant creature that was coiled around the castle. Count Bourbon blocked him with a barrier and pushed Juniper forward.

He judged that his childhood friend and loyal vassal, who would share his future, would be more effective in appeasing him.

It seemed that it wasn’t a wrong judgment, as Adrian’s momentum gradually subsided when Juniper prostrated himself and pleaded.

“Your Highness must maintain your reason for the Prince’s safety.”

Only after the Crown Prince slowly wiped his sword and slid it into its scabbard did Juniper signal to his aide and other soldiers to check his condition.

A soldier hesitantly poured water on the Crown Prince’s blood-soaked body. Surprisingly, despite the rampage, his skin was revealed to be smooth without a single scratch.

It’s common to cut yourself with your own sword’s energy when wielding it to this extent.

Juniper admired that Adrian, who had known nothing but swords and magic for twenty years, was finally showing his true worth.

“I said I would protect your back; I didn’t say to leave me behind entirely, Carl Lindbergh.”

It was a chilling voice, as if calling for a mortal enemy.

The most gentle and warmest man in the world when they were alone was nowhere to be seen.

Adrian, with an expressionless face as if nothing had happened, took a cloth from a soldier and wiped his armor.

“There’s no need to delay any longer. In half an hour, we will break through that barrier and enter the castle.”

“But, Your Highness. We don’t know exactly what Mugicha Parman’s plan is, so wouldn’t it be better to wait a little longer?”

Leaving the murmuring soldiers behind, Count Bourbon knelt before him and spoke.

For now, there was no immediate danger to the Prince’s safety. The Prince was reckless but quick-witted, and he must know that everything would be meaningless if he died.

He couldn’t bring himself to say that he was probably fine, with his sufficient, if not freely usable, magical power and knowledge of magic.

It was because Adrian’s broad back, left alone after parting with his first love, looked as lonely as an abandoned child.

“It’s already been a long time since he went in. I can’t guarantee what he’s going through right now.”

Even if he got through it once by luck, there was no guarantee that he would be safe the next moment.

Adrian covered his eyes, sweeping back his hair.

It felt like someone was boiling a pot full of water inside his head. All his nerves were focused on him, as if desperately emitting steam. It was anger, love and hate, sorrow, and also deep love, changing colors and driving Adrian mad.

He had agreed when he insisted on meeting Mugicha Parman, but only because he thought he would be with him.

Just because he, who came from another world, had figured out Parman’s magic circle and understood the magic formula, it didn’t mean that everything would go as planned. Why did he have to…

Grind.

With the sound of grinding teeth, Adrian Heineken’s gaze turned back to the castle.

The inside was no longer visible because thousands of writhing human bodies were clinging to the ramparts.

“If necessary, blow up that monster and the castle at once. Of course, not a single hair on Carl Lindbergh’s head should be harmed.”

Please come back to me safely.

After that, you might not be able to go outside on your own two feet, but you must have expected that much. Carl Lindbergh.

Adrian Heineken couldn’t hide his ominous aura, and his suppressed anger spread clearly around him, making the soldiers’ legs tremble.

Juniper, who remembered Adrian’s childhood as surprisingly gentle for an extremely dominant alpha, cursed inwardly. Of course, the person he was dealing with now was Mugicha Parman, who surpassed even Prince Carl Lindbergh in notoriety.

 

***

 

Meanwhile, Carl Lindbergh, unaware that he might never be able to leave the Heineken Imperial Palace again, had struck Mugicha’s weak point.

Clang.

What collided with a sound was Carl Lindbergh’s masterpiece and the magic stone attached to Mugicha’s chest.

Suddenly pulling out the magic tool and striking Mugicha’s chest as if pushing, Carl Lindbergh jumped back and created distance.

Mugicha, who had been momentarily surprised, laughed loudly at the falling pieces of the magic stone.

“What is this, a joke? The Prince makes me laugh in many ways.”

What fell off were the decorations surrounding the magic stone embedded in the center of the Prince’s magic tool. They were so poorly made that they fell off with a slight impact.

What was he going to do with these things?

“They don’t even have any magic formulas inscribed on them? Were you trying to physically injure me?”

“Something like that.”

Carl Lindbergh, pretending to be calm, wiped the magic stone in the center of the magic tool with his sleeve.

Mugicha burst into laughter, holding his stomach.

“Hahaha, did you think I haven’t been training while staying inside the castle? Did you expect me to fall back from such a small impact? Huh?”

Carl held the magic tool again.

Mugicha Parman was standing precariously near the hole, but he didn’t take a single step back from Carl Lindbergh’s blow and remained in place.

“If you keep provoking me like this, even if your appearance is lovely, I might just kill you.”

Or give you excruciating pain that will make you wish for death.

Mugicha, who had stopped laughing, spoke in a low voice.

Carl Lindbergh made a face that said he wasn’t impressed.

“I’m already miserable just by being here. Why do I have to fight with my lover because of someone like you?”

It wasn’t a fight, but rather a one-sided anger, but it was the same thing.

“Oh? You fought? With Adrian Heineken?”

At Carl Lindbergh’s annoyed words, Mugicha looked intrigued.

“Yes, my lover wanted to protect me, and I wanted to protect my lover, so I came here. You must have seen it with your own eyes.”

Carl Lindbergh’s harsh tone had its own charm, and Mugicha licked his lips.

“What can you do alone by coming here? What great confidence.”

Mugicha had his own eyes and ears, so he had a grasp of Carl Lindbergh’s growth and movements. He was a pampered prince in his childhood, and after going to Heineken, he changed into a different person, but even that was to the level of sucking his thumb in Adrian Heineken’s arms.

It was absurdly insignificant that Carl, whose frail body showed that he was the opposite of someone who practices martial arts, was rushing in recklessly.

Carl Lindbergh pointed the tip of the magic tool he was holding directly at Mugicha’s chest.

It was ridiculous that he was acting as if it were a sword, so Mugicha deliberately brought his chest closer.

Carl Lindbergh struck Mugicha’s chest a couple more times lightly, and the remaining small magic stones attached to the magic tool fell off.

Seeing that some of the detached magic stones clung to Mugicha’s clothes instead of the floor, Carl withdrew the magic tool and replied, “You want me alive, at least for now.”

At Carl’s words, Mugicha raised one corner of his mouth and snorted.

“How can you be sure of that even now? I repeat, I have no regrets about killing you. You overestimate your own value too much…!”

“Bind.”

Before Mugicha could finish his words, Carl Lindbergh took a deep breath and cast the spell.

The magic stone in the center of Carl’s magic tool shone brightly and turned white.

“What is this?”

Mugicha Parman felt his entire body’s muscles slowly stiffen as if bound by invisible ropes.

It wasn’t enough to threaten his life, but it was enough to render an ordinary person incapacitated.

‘It works properly.’

Carl Lindbergh finally relaxed a little and smiled.

“How did you do that? You’re hiding an amazing talent.”

Firmly fixed in an attention stance, Mugicha tried to gauge how long this would last while hiding his embarrassment.

It would probably last 2-3 minutes at most. He had never seen direct magic without a magic stone last long.

Even Mugicha, a dominant Alpha, had recklessly embedded magic stones in his body to avoid using up his magical power.

Of course, it was also to escape the influence of the magic circle himself.

Carl Lindbergh raised one corner of his mouth, just as Mugicha had done earlier.

Reminding himself that there was no one here he needed to impress, Carl Lindbergh, who had once been the body of a villain, made a rather vicious expression.

Leaning on one leg, Carl Lindbergh held the magic wand tightly and answered brightly.

“It’s a trade secret, so I can’t tell you.”

“Ha.”

Annoyed by the unexpectedly prolonged standoff, Mugicha made a fierce expression, but Carl Lindbergh didn’t back down.

It wasn’t anything particularly special. It was a magic tool based on the fact that what Carl Lindbergh knew, the people of this area didn’t.

Named “Blank Check,” though only Carl Lindbergh called it that, this magic tool was made with dozens of the highest quality magic stones in the Heineken Empire, crafted with great care.

Carl Lindbergh struck Mugicha’s thigh with the pointed end of the wand.

Mugicha let out a “ah!” sound and fell to his knees, spitting out a curse as he felt ashamed of his own appearance, but Carl didn’t budge.

“First, let’s hear what your scheme is. Preferably, very clearly.”

Again, there was no one here he needed to impress.