The Sweet Alpha Crown Prince Loves Me So Much Chapter 150 - END

Chapter 150

“Your Highness, please do something about the Prince.”

Belfry whined.

Adrian, who was back in the Empire for the Grand Duke’s birthday, had been torturing Belfry every time they met.

He would thrust the ring with its extraordinary presence at him, boasting, ‘You’ve never received anything like this, have you?’ until his ears were about to rot off.

“You’ve done a needless thing. As it is, I’m afraid to enter the imperial palace because you two are constantly clinging to each other and confirming your love, and now you’ve added ‘the proposal he received first’ on top of that.”

It didn’t matter whether an Omega did it or an Alpha, a man or a woman. But since it was common practice for the one with the higher title to propose, Carl Lindbergh’s proposal had a greater impact on the imperial palace than expected.

It wasn’t just any proposal, but a proposal where he had given all his wealth, which made it even more talked about.

So much so that the Emperor had rushed over and repeatedly asked if it was true.

“It’s all good, but you should have kept it a secret from Her Highness the Princess-Regnant. She has a tendency to compete with His Highness Adrian.”

Because of that, Belfry tore at his hair.

The problem wasn’t that she wanted to receive a proposal modeled after His Highness Adrian’s.

He could do that for her anytime. The problem, the horror, was that she was preparing something even greater for Belfry.

“Even now, there’s talk here and there about how that rational and cool-headed person is openly favoring me, an outsider. I’m worried she’ll end up setting aside a separate budget for the proposal.”

“Would my sister really go that far?”

“I believe not, but looking at Her Highness the Princess-Regnant these days, it doesn’t seem that way.”

Leia’s affection offensive was surprisingly bold and impulsive.

It was enough to fluster Belfry, who had accumulated plenty of indirect experience through Adrian.

Carl silently patted the shoulder of Belfry, who had lowered his head.

There was nothing else he could say. Even though he said that, he couldn’t interfere with a couple who were in the heat of passion.

Eventually, Carl quietly stood up first and arrived at another destination, where Lulu stood with her hands on her hips.

‘Oh boy.’

The place he had entered was none other than the first library, open to everyone in the imperial palace.

It was because he had overlooked the fact that Lulu, who had recently formed some kind of group with the servants in the imperial palace, was practically living in the library.

Carl slapped his forehead.

“Brother! Adrian has become an even more serious, doting, sweet top. How are you going to fix this?”

She glared at him.

“Didn’t you say you were glad he was a doting fool before?”

When Carl retorted sullenly, Lulu said firmly, that was that, and this is this.

Adrian had always been sweet, and now he was just a little sweeter. He couldn’t understand why she was making such a fuss about it.

“The chewy flavor is gone. Ah, my fate.”

“Is it a problem big enough to bring up fate?”

Lulu stomped her feet on the floor.

Carl Lindbergh clicked his tongue in disbelief.

I raised her with such care, where did she pick up such habits? The other day, she had even brought some picture book that was too embarrassing to look at and given him advice, telling him to try this, try that.

Lulu grabbed Carl’s hand tightly.

“It’s not too late even now. Try running away one more time. Don’t you know that a sweet guy is at his most delicious when his eyes go crazy?”

I don’t know anything like that!

He couldn’t understand Lulu’s words, then or now.

When did I ever run away? Isn’t running away struggling to truly get away from that person?

Like now.

Carl Lindbergh, scratching his head, rushed out of the library and wandered the corridor.

It was a rare day without classes, so he thought he’d look around a bit, only to be pestered here and there.

“Your Highness!”

Another annoying person was attached to him.

A tall woman in armor and a cloak waved her hands enthusiastically.

Marquis Macallan.

Carl, who had squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them, turned around without a moment’s hesitation and strode ahead, but the Marquis caught up to him in just a few steps.

“Weren’t we in the middle of talking about pure magic?”

Let’s continue our conversation!

Carl replied cursorily, quickening his pace, to the Marquis who kept chasing after him, “Didn’t I tell you several times that I don’t know anything about pure magic? No, I’m not saying I don’t know, but I’m still at the introductory stage.”

“That’s only from an academic point of view. I’ve already told you that Your Highness is a magician who has reached a state of mastery. A world of infinite magic wielded with your fingertips without using magic stones or formulas! With that, please lead our Heineken Empire to the true path of continental conquest.”

If the Empire’s power were to decline and decline, on the verge of being extinguished like a candle in the wind, then maybe. But Carl, who had decided to quit playing the role of a convenient powerhouse, shouted at the Marquis.

“If His Majesty Glenn permits it, I will gladly help!”

“Oh? Is that a promise?”

Macallan turned back the way she came and disappeared.

Only then did Carl Lindbergh let out a sigh of relief.

Magic was one thing, but Glenn, who would never use Carl Lindbergh like that, would be pestered by Macallan for a while.

Your Majesty Glenn, I’m sorry.

The only place left to go was his room, no, the bedroom he now shared with Adrian.

Carl’s shoulders slumped, but then he quickly straightened his back, conscious of his surroundings.

Thud.

Just then, Carl bumped into someone.

It felt like a light bump, but his body swayed.

The person opposite him grabbed the shoulder of the staggering Carl.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

Carl Lindbergh looked up at the person and blinked his eyes.

A man like a huge mountain. The blonde man, clad in sturdy armor, had a face that looked as if it wouldn’t bleed a single drop even if stabbed. He let go of Carl’s arm and looked him up and down.

Carl searched his mind and vaguely remembered the person.

“Sir… Duvel?”

“Your Highness Consort.”

Duvel didn’t add a salute like the other knights, yet he called Carl ‘Your Highness Consort.’

“I’m still not one yet…”

It didn’t sound bad, so Carl scratched his cheek.

What business would a person who rarely comes out of the temple have in the imperial palace?

“What brings you to the imperial palace? By any chance, is the High Priest here?”

Duvel shook his head.

“No. I came to see Count Bourbon on business and was on my way back.”

Ah, they said the only person in the imperial palace whom Duvel, who doesn’t even show great respect to the Emperor, serves with utmost devotion is Count Bourbon.

“The Count sometimes says that my holy power improves when I taste the dirty air of the world.”

“I see. You should come out often.”

He didn’t know what holy power had to do with the dirty air of the world, but Carl, who knew the Count’s pity for the young holy knight who had joined the order at a young age and lived isolated from the world, nodded and played along.

“Well then, if you’ll excuse me.”

And Duvel called out to Carl Lindbergh, who was about to turn away.

“Your Highness Consort.”

“Yes?”

“Whatever decision the goddess makes, she always keeps in mind cause and effect.”

Carl looked back at him with a face that said he had no idea what he was talking about.

“It’s just that it’s often a profound realm that cannot be understood by the human mind, so we have no choice but to obey and follow.”

Duvel was serious, and Carl still couldn’t understand his words.

But at his next words, Carl Lindbergh’s eyes widened as far as they could go.

“What I mean is, there is no need to purposely forget the past life that was stained with harsh hardships. The goddess called you here through a meticulous calculation, and at the end of that plan, your happiness must have been there.”

“What you mean is…”

Are you saying you know that I am a soul from another world?

The question he couldn’t finish settled in Carl Lindbergh’s chest.

Holy power is frightening.

Duvel, seeing the wonder and fear clearly appear on Carl’s face, smiled faintly for the first time in his life.

“She failed through love and was saved by love. That is why she values love the most. Whether it’s love between humans, affection for a passing beast, or a heart that cherishes everything around it.”

Carl Lindbergh froze on the spot.

“Do not ask questions. Do not be impatient. If you just walk, it will be as she wishes. Fortunately, she seems to be satisfied with both your past life and your current life.”

Duvel added, and even as Carl called out, “Excuse me…,” he turned sharply and disappeared.

At the words of a holy knight, whom he had thought was just similar to a human and not the High Priest, goosebumps rose on Carl’s arms.

After standing in place for a moment, Carl started walking back to his room.

“If you just walk…”

Mulling over Duvel’s words.

 

***

 

Elizabeth rushed at Carl Lindbergh, who had returned to his room in a slightly dazed state.

“Woof woof!”

Her paws, covered in dirt from wherever she had been, stamped on Carl’s clothes like a seal.

“Aah!”

A maid, who had lost her grip on the leash, unable to overcome Elizabeth’s strength, ran over with a tearful face.

“What should I do? Your Highness’s clothes!”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll wash with Elizabeth like this, so please prepare new clothes for me.”

The maid, as young as Marco had been on the day they first met, nodded and went back outside.

Marco was no longer Carl Lindbergh’s body servant but a respectable knight trainee of the Heineken Empire, so another servant was in charge of Elizabeth’s walks.

At first, she had been quite prickly, and everyone had been afraid of her, but at Carl Lindbergh’s persuasion, Elizabeth quickly became a new famous figure in the imperial palace.

Carl Lindbergh personally rubbed Elizabeth’s fur, lathering it up, and massaged her large, sponge-like paws.

“My big and cute doggie.”

“Awoo, awoo!”

Elizabeth cried along in time with Carl’s voice, which was like a murmuring song.

Outside the slightly steamy bathroom window, a burning sunset unfolded.

“The goddess knew all about my impatience, Elizabeth.”

Carl said, watching the sunset while soaking in the bathtub, which was slightly warmer than body temperature, with Elizabeth.

“Awoo?”

“She must have known that I was struggling to become a perfect person without even realizing it. But, she said there’s no need for that?”

Lick.

Elizabeth, who licked the water droplet trickling down Carl’s hair, seemed to smile in agreement, as if to say, that’s right.

Duvel had said at the end.

<She wishes for all her children to be happy. The important thing is whether one is living in the direction the goddess desires, regardless of religion.>

Perhaps he had said it like a sermon, without any great meaning.

But through Duvel’s words, Carl was certain.

That there was no need to regret his previous life.

Regardless of whether it was true or not, without that life, the current Carl Lindbergh would not exist.

Carl dipped his lips in the water and made bubbles with a purrr. Elizabeth imitated him, dipping her nose in and then lifting her head with a puha sound.

Finding that funny, he was stroking Elizabeth and laughing when the bathroom door burst open.

“What a cheeky beast.”

“Oh, you’re here?”

Adrian didn’t even answer, stripped off his clothes with a huff, and plunged right into the bathtub.

“Where do you think you’re going, bathing with a strange beast without me?”

As he said that, Adrian splashed water at Elizabeth, and the enraged Elizabeth lunged at Adrian, turning the swimming pool-sized bathtub into a scene of chaos.

Carl Lindbergh, whose heart tickled at the sight of them bickering like children, laughed out loud.

He was so deliriously happy.

It felt as if he couldn’t help but laugh.

Smiling had always been a habit, but laughing with genuine joy had only come after his heart connected with Adrian Heineken’s.

Carl Lindbergh engraved that fact in his mind and laughed to his heart’s content.

 

<The End>