The Sweet Alpha Crown Prince Loves Me So Much Chapter 129

Chapter 129

There are hundreds of types of magic stones in existence, and the reason they are categorized into those available for public use, combat, daily life, and so on is because each type of stone reacts to magical power at different speeds and sensitivities.

It was surprisingly detailed, and the world of magic, or more precisely, the world of magic stones, each with its own uses, constantly amazed Carl.

When he took a step back, he thought magic was just magic, but looking closer, he realized there was a lot to study and many blind spots.

Although he wasn’t academically inclined, Carl Lindbergh, who was originally meticulous and diligent, began to think about the essence of magic, except for the time he spent with Adrian Heineken.

At least within the limits of Carl Lindbergh’s observations, the biggest problem was that setting the range of magic’s influence was quite tricky.

The reason why not everyone could use magic and why combat magic was prohibited were essentially the same.

A ‘burning firewood’ was a heating tool when it was a magic stone decorating the four corners of a room, but it became an excellent weapon when Carl Lindbergh decided to harm someone with it.

At first, he thought it was just a difference in the magic formula, but after careful observation, he concluded that it was ‘the difference in the will of the person using the magic stone.’

Carl Lindbergh could do what the mages of this world, who had only learned the superficial meaning of the formulas, could not. He was a person from outside the novel who could naturally implement ‘magical sentences’ without a grimoire and easily envision a virtual magic formula by infusing it with strong will.

Carl Lindbergh decided to demonstrate that strength without reservation.

Due to the timing, he couldn’t dedicate much time, but he did some experiments with the help of Marquis Macallan.

Still, Carl Lindbergh, who had been constantly unsure, gained confidence during the journey here.

“Tell me. That magic circle of yours, where did it come from, and how does it activate?”

Carl Lindbergh tightened his grip.

With a cracking sound, the muscles of Mugicha’s rock-hard thigh ruptured.

“I can’t tell you that either. I can tell you that it was your mistake to bring your beloved here.”

Mugicha used his magic power to slow down the stiffening of his muscles. No matter what kind of mage Carl Lindbergh was, Mugicha was also an extraordinary individual.

As Carl Lindbergh’s binding spell on Mugicha gradually broke with a cracking sound, Carl Lindbergh struck him on the head with the magic tool.

“You son of a bitch!”

With his head turned, Mugicha spat out blood-tinged saliva and, no longer able to hold back, lunged at Carl Lindbergh.

“Is that the only curse word you know? As far as I know, a ‘bitch’ is someone who shakes their lower body anywhere, like you.”

Dodging Mugicha’s attack, Carl Lindbergh retorted sarcastically from a distance.

Carl hoped that the ‘Blank Check’ would last as long as possible and held it up.

“I won’t be fooled twice.”

When Mugicha snapped his fingers, monsters crawled out of the pit.

Carl Lindbergh laid the magic tool horizontally and quickly mounted it before the beasts’ claws could reach him. This time, the concept was a magical youth delivering on a broomstick.

The Blank Check lived up to its name.

It perfectly manifested everything Carl Lindbergh imagined into magic.

“Ah, I should have watched some cool fantasy anime beforehand.”

Whoosh. His stomach churned with the feeling of floating.

Clutching the not-so-wide wand tightly with his thighs, Carl Lindbergh evaded the monsters and escaped to a railing on the upper floor, realizing why there were magical girls but no magical boys.

It was because an indescribable area hurt like crazy.

‘I can’t ride this for long. Ha.’

Although he had read many fantasy novels, it was surprisingly difficult to convert what was written in words into visual scenes and then rearrange them into usable sentences, so Carl Lindbergh repeated one-dimensional movements.

Mugicha was momentarily speechless at the sight of Carl Lindbergh flying in the air.

“This arrogant little shit.”

“You’re just a bad shit.”

They engaged in a pointless war of words, one in the air and one below.

Carl Lindbergh evaded skillfully. Not just evading, but somehow simultaneously binding the monsters without hesitation.

What makes him so confident to fly around like that?

“Your magic power must be running low, too. You should stop.”

Thoroughly annoyed, Mugicha clenched his fist, pushed off the ground, and leaped.

With a twirl, Carl Lindbergh evaded Mugicha and waved his hands, telling the monsters to go away.

The bewildered monsters followed Carl Lindbergh’s gesture and obediently returned to the tunnel.

“What did you do!”

This time, a truly startled Mugicha yelled.

“What will you do if you know? You can’t use it even if you know. You’re worse than a monster.”

The detached magic stones were stuck everywhere.

Small magic stones, smaller than a pinky nail, were attached to Mugicha’s clothes and the fur of the monsters.

Magic stones are bound to the person who first imprints them. What Carl Lindbergh had meticulously inscribed was not a magic formula but his own imprint. The reason he didn’t inscribe a formula was a tactic to prevent Mugicha from taking his weapon.

“Aaaagh!”

As Mugicha soared upward, Carl Lindbergh precariously hung onto the magic tool and plummeted vertically.

Even though he might be light, Carl Lindbergh was a man. His weight, carrying the force of gravity, struck Mugicha’s shoulder as if to break it.

As Mugicha staggered for a moment, feeling for the magic stone in his chest, Carl Lindbergh once again struck him on the head with the ‘Blank Check.’

He wanted to throw Mugicha into the tunnel, but there was one thing that bothered him. If Mugicha’s life and Adrian Heineken’s life were considered similar, there was a risk that Mugicha’s death might cause the magic circle to activate.

‘The most likely possibility now is for me to get the magic stone in Mugicha’s chest.’

Having thought this far, Carl Lindbergh rammed into Mugicha’s chest and pushed him to the floor.

“Aaaagh!”

Now completely enraged, Mugicha grabbed Carl Lindbergh’s ankle and screamed.

Thud!

Carl Lindbergh rolled on the floor with Mugicha.

“Ugh.”

Holding his throbbing temple, Mugicha dug his nails into Carl Lindbergh’s ankle.

Carl clenched his teeth and endured the scream. His will to not show any weakness here lessened the pain.

“Bi… nd.”

When Carl Lindbergh cast the spell again, Mugicha, with a crazed look, ruptured his own stiffening muscles. Due to the repeated blows, one side of Mugicha’s eye and cheek were grotesquely swollen.

“I told you, I won’t be fooled twice, did I not?”

Crack.

“Urgh!”

Successfully pressing down on Carl’s chest with one forearm, Mugicha broke Carl Lindbergh’s wrist holding the magic tool with his other hand and then used the hand that was pressing on his chest to choke him.

Carl slowed his breathing and dug his nails into the back of Mugicha’s hand that was choking him.

Spit!

Spitting out the saliva that had pooled in his mouth, Mugicha lifted Carl’s magic tool and sneered.

“What now? You’ve been robbed of your only weapon.”

Rumble.

A sound of something huge moving was heard from outside, and along with the sound of a window shattering, a shout of “Waaaa!” was heard.

Carl’s face turned blue. He struggled to breathe and turned his head to look outside.

It was only for a moment, but the fierce eyes of Adrian Heineken, who had plunged his sword into the back of a monster crawling down the wall, met Carl Lindbergh’s, who was choking.

A cold energy that had never been seen before flowed in Adrian’s eyes.

Slide.

In his wake, the commotion outside entered unfiltered through the broken window.

A look of ecstasy spread across Mugicha’s face. Adrian Heineken was getting closer.

Due to the lingering effects of the binding spell, Mugicha was also having a hard time.

Before his body stiffened further, he threw Carl Lindbergh’s magic tool into the pit.

Carl looked as if he had given up on everything, and Mugicha lay down slightly away from him, stiffening his entire body and chuckling.

“You should know you won’t die peacefully.”

“……”

Carl Lindbergh didn’t respond to Mugicha’s provocation.

Coincidentally, Mugicha also saw Adrian Heineken’s last look. He was speaking with only his eyes. Ah, it must be disappointing. To see his mate, who had risked danger for him, being choked by the enemy; how incompetent he must feel.

Carl Lindbergh seemed to feel it too.

Limping his arms and legs, Carl Lindbergh closed his eyes as he breathed.

Rumble, rumble.

Your Highness Adrian!

Stop the movement of the monster!

It was the sound of the monster quickly disappearing into the tunnel. Adrian Heineken, who had plunged his sword into it, would also be transported to the center of hell along with it. It was difficult even for a monsters with claws to climb up from there.

Mugicha looked down at his chest.

The red light swirled and shone brilliantly, like a mesmerizing sunset.

The essence of the monsters that his father had embedded, risking his son’s death. Did they know how painful it was to live comfortably?

To coexist with monsters in the darkness, enduring extreme loneliness, and to accept that it was his destiny and the shortcut to a better place.

With Adrian Heineken’s death, he would resonate with the magic circle and be reborn as a living god.

Just imagining it sent shivers from his toes to the top of his head.

Carl Lindbergh’s body trembled as if having a seizure. He folded his limp arms and legs and curled into a ball.

His magic power was running out. The effect of the binding magic was gradually disappearing. This is what happens when you recklessly overuse your magical power. He thought he was a little smart, but it was a misconception.

Feeling extremely pleased, Mugicha plunged a dagger into Carl Lindbergh’s chest.

“It seems your Alpha is disappointed in you. Cursing his own judgment for choosing you, yet unable to abandon his love for you, he eventually walked in here. How does it feel? To be so conceited that you could protect him with a moment’s emotion, and now you have to watch him die.”

Mugicha said with a twisted expression.

“You were so talkative earlier, are you now realizing your mistake? Is that why you’re so quiet?”

Tired of talking to Carl Lindbergh’s back, Mugicha stood up.

“How about it, shall I give you a chance? If you beg me, I might consider it.”

With a bang, the sound of the castle gate being knocked down was heard.

Find the hole!

Mugicha trembled. Adrian Heineken was probably swept into the tunnel, caught by the monster.

Feeling that the time had come, Mugicha grabbed Carl Lindbergh by the nape of his neck. He was still keeping his head down.

“You should see your Alpha off on his way to death.”

Carl was dragged helplessly and placed at the edge of the tunnel entrance.

An unidentifiable scream echoed from within.

“Want to know something good? The temperature at the bottom of this tunnel is quite high. We breed and tame monsters there. The same goes for humans. Burning and compressing abundant life force and a small amount of magical power makes excellent magical materials.”

Mugicha brought his thumb and middle finger together.

With a snap, a spark ignited.

“Adrian Heineken will be the best material.”

The spark fell into the tunnel. Endlessly, endlessly.

Soon, the inside will become lava and fill the entire magic circle.

Mugicha chuckled. He didn’t hear Carl Lindbergh’s small murmur.