The Sweet Alpha Crown Prince Loves Me So Much Chapter 130

Chapter 130

And nothing happened.

Mugicha gritted his teeth. It was too quiet. It was as quiet as a mouse downstairs, too.

The pit ignited, and the pillar of fire billowed visibly. It burns the Tenjiras in the magic circle, swallows the corpses, amplifies the magic power, and completes the magic circle.

That was how Mugicha Parman would become the god of the world.

However, after a long while, there was still no news from the inside. Feeling strange, Mugicha sent down several more sparks, but still, there was no response from the inside.

“It’s too noisy, I can’t concentrate. You, middle school syndrome patient ^[1] This is a Korean slang, meaning someone who acts like they are the main character of their own story. .”

Carl Lindbergh, who had been lying down, brushed off his knees and stood up. One of his wrists was swollen, but his fingertips could move.

It was rare for him, as a paramedic, to use closed reduction ^[2] Closed reduction is a procedure to set (reduce) a broken bone without cutting the skin open. directly on a patient, but it wasn’t bad that he had learned it.

With his wrist straight down, Carl Lindbergh let out a short breath.

Mugicha stared blankly into the pit.

“You!”

“What, you bastard.”

As Mugicha took a step closer to grab Carl Lindbergh by the neck, Carl Lindbergh quickly took two steps back and said teasingly.

“You said you wouldn’t be fooled twice?”

Then, with a whoosh, the magic tool that had been thrown away earlier flew in from the inside and landed in Carl Lindbergh’s hand.

Mugicha couldn’t speak, his eyes wide. Wasn’t his magic power depleted? How could something that had been down there for a while come back now? Kicking the bewildered Mugicha hard, Carl Lindbergh bared his teeth.

“Don’t make me show my bad side. I have to work twice as hard as others to live kindly because of my shitty environment.”

As Mugicha fell back, Carl Lindbergh swung the wand without hesitation.

The magic tool, with its tip shaped like a sharp hook, pierced through Mugicha’s clothes and stuck into the magic stone attached to his chest.

Mugicha felt his body stiffening again.

He could faintly hear something from inside the pit, but it soon stopped.

“I won’t say much. Wake up from your dream, you bastard.”

Carl Lindbergh, with a straight face, tore out Mugicha’s magic stone in one go.

Crack.

“Aaaagh!”

Feeling a burning pain in his chest, he tried to grab the pouring blood, but he couldn’t even move to struggle.

Mugicha glared and screamed “Aaaagh!” repeatedly, his mouth wide open to its limit.

Blood flowed from the wound in his chest, but Carl Lindbergh didn’t even bat an eye.

He approached Mugicha, bent down, and stared at the hole in his chest.

“Stop being dramatic, it’s not even deep enough to damage any organs.”

Then, the soldiers burst inside.

“Prince!”

“Are you alright?”

Juniper came in and was stunned to see the blood-soaked Mugicha and Carl Lindbergh, who stood expressionless in front of him.

Carl Lindbergh, seemingly unaware of the soldiers’ presence, continued to mutter. He was also, in fact, losing his composure.

“The name of this magic tool is ‘Blank Check.’ Ah, should I call it an incomplete promissory note so you can understand?”

Bringing the tip of the slightly reddened magic tool close to Mugicha’s eyes, Carl chuckled as if imitating Mugicha.

“It has a nickname too, Mjolnir the 2nd. It comes back to me no matter where it is. To be precise, it comes back to my other magic stone. You don’t need to know the mechanism, and I’m just grateful to Adrian. This thing does everything I want. Thanks to your rambling, I could imagine exactly what to do.”

What are you talking about? Mugicha shed tears of blood.

The magic circle was already broken. Unless Adrian Heineken died. Mugicha crawled and tried to grab Carl Lindbergh’s ankle.

He wanted to kill Carl Lindbergh, who had comparable magic power, to complete the magic circle. Mugicha’s magic stone was in Carl’s hand but still intact.

However, he had to lie flat on his back as his back was stepped on.

“I don’t care about your love life, and I don’t care about your miserable life story. You trash.”

One of the soldiers hiccuped.

Juniper was also unable to hide his bewilderment. Was this really the same person who had been trembling in Adrian Heineken’s arms earlier?

Belatedly realizing the presence of Juniper and the other soldiers, Carl turned his head towards them.

“Ah.”

He scratched his cheek as if embarrassed.

“How is Adrian?”

Carl Lindbergh asked about Adrian’s condition while watching the soldiers tie up the nearly incapacitated Mugicha Parman.

“He was dragged halfway inside but escaped at the last moment. There are still many monsters, so he couldn’t come in here, but…”

He will be here soon, Juniper said, but Carl shook his head.

“Please tell him not to come close until this magic stone is completely destroyed. Just in case.”

“Prince.”

Originally, His Highness was supposed to storm in here first, but he couldn’t because he was cutting down a giant monster. What would be His Highness’s feelings if he failed to save him twice?

Hoping he would understand, Juniper drooped his eyebrows, and Carl Lindbergh awkwardly smiled and shook the magic stone he had taken from Mugicha.

“Since I’ve already caused trouble, I’ll clean it up properly before I go out.”

It seemed that to appease Adrian’s anger, he would have to focus solely on him for a while. He was planning to do that anyway, even if he was told not to.

“Oh, and, uh, I don’t really want to show him my current state.”

Understanding what he meant, Juniper nodded slightly.

“Don’t talk nonsense, Carl Lindbergh.”

At the cold voice, Carl Lindbergh dropped the magic stone, truly startled.

Behind Juniper, Adrian Heineken was entering, wiping the flesh attached to his sword.

 

***

 

Even while facing the giant monster, Adrian Heineken had engraved the image of Carl Lindbergh being choked in his mind.

When he broke through the barrier himself and plunged his sword into the back of the monster, the monster began to descend rapidly as if it was the right time.

It wriggled to return to where it had come from, and a hand, seemingly from an already dead person, grabbed Adrian Heineken’s ankle.

It was trying to drag him into the abyss.

Juniper and Count Bourbon jumped in to save him but were bounced off the remaining barrier.

Adrian intended to follow the monster into the tunnel.

If he hadn’t made eye contact with Carl Lindbergh, that’s what would have happened.

In the midst of his anger-fueled inability to think properly, seeing Carl Lindbergh helplessly pinned under Mugicha’s body made his reason even more paralyzed.

I love you, let’s be together, he had sworn. No matter where they went or what they did, they were strong because they were together.

Dark and sticky emotions drove Adrian into a quagmire.

Kill them all. Kill them all and get Carl Lindbergh back.

When they return to the Empire, he would create a place where no one but Adrian Heineken could enter, not even his loyal subordinates, his friend Belfry, his mother and father, his beloved sister, or the witch, and lock him up there.

If he had missed the blinking of the purple magic stone attached to Carl Lindbergh’s waist, he surely would have done so.

But then, a butterfly flew from the magic stone on Adrian Heineken’s neck.

In fact, the effect of a butterfly flying was just born out of whim and amusement.

Back when he thought he would never have such a conflict with him, simply because he thought it would suit him.

Adrian roughly grabbed the butterfly as if it were Carl Lindbergh himself.

I won’t listen to anything you say. I’m determined not to take care of you anymore, he thought as he tried to grab it, but the butterfly in his hand fluttered its wings sadly.

It was a pitiful and desperate flutter.

On the monster’s back, which was twisting in pain, Adrian Heineken paused. Hands reached out and grabbed at Adrian’s legs, trying to restrain him. But before that, encountering the various emotions carried by Carl Lindbergh’s pheromones emanating from the butterfly took precedence.

Sorry and grateful, affection and infinite trust.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Count Bourbon, with Duvel’s help, flew up like a flash of light when Adrian suddenly stopped.

“Your Highness!”

Adrian Heineken let go of the butterfly and drew his sword again, slashing it vertically.

Aaaaaah.

The screams and the falling flesh were not disgusting.

Count Bourbon’s sword energy split the barrier and added strength.

Through the gap, the holy knights flew in as if they had been waiting.

The holy swords scorched the flesh of the monsters and cut off another hand reaching for Adrian Heineken.

While killing, the holy knights muttered prayers, making the soldiers’ spines tingle.

The butterfly circled Adrian’s ear in the midst of the chaos and whispered.

Forgive me. But still, love me.

It was not something said but Carl Lindbergh’s raw emotions.

What should I do? How should I deal with you?

“Your Highness Adrian! You must never be dragged into the tunnel. Mugicha’s magic circle will be completed with Your Highness’s magic power!”

The shout of Marquis Macallan, who had finally arrived, pulled Adrian’s confused mind above the surface.

Just before entering the pit, Adrian Heineken jumped off the monster’s back and felt Carl Lindbergh’s pheromones returning to their normal orbit.

Lack of trust would only make the two fall to the bottom. Adrian decided to trust Carl.

Adrian tilted his sword and infused it with magic power.

Before Carl Lindbergh’s life was in imminent danger, he would finish this guy first.

Even if something happened inside, the two were connected.

“We will save the Prince.”

While Macallan created a defensive barrier with magic and provided cover, Juniper broke through the castle gate and entered.

The soldiers, who noticed that the monsters, which were supposed to follow their master’s orders, were strangely hesitant, realized that the Prince’s ‘certain’ plan was fortunately succeeding.

“Haa. Don’t let your guard down.”

Scratching his head and sighing, Juniper ordered the soldiers.

And now.

Adrian, who had repeated to himself dozens of times that it was still okay, stepped into the castle after slicing apart the monster. Before his eyes stood his lover, with pale white pupils, trembling in fear.

It was not fear of the battle or the unfinished magic.

It was a fear that stemmed from the thought of showing his worst personality to Adrian Henneken, and the hope that Adrian would understand why he had turned his back and disappeared.

A cold draft blew between the two, and Juniper discreetly took the soldiers outside.

“Choose. Carl Lindbergh.”

Adrian Heineken strode towards Carl Lindbergh.

What was he supposed to choose? Carl Lindbergh froze in place, in a state of panic.

• 1. This is a Korean slang, meaning someone who acts like they are the main character of their own story.
• 2. Closed reduction is a procedure to set (reduce) a broken bone without cutting the skin open.