How the Prince Makes Friends - Chapter 190



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Episode 190

Perry stood watch. He was actually scared of ghosts, but after hearing Lima’s story yesterday, he couldn’t stay still.

‘A ghost has never appeared before, but if it suddenly appeared last night, wouldn’t it have to do with you, my lord?’

‘… … ?’

‘Perhaps the spirit of the young master has left his body.’

So that’s why he can’t wake up even though he’s so fine. He said that with a serious face, so it seemed plausible. No, actually, Perry believed in such things. Superstitions, ghosts, and such.

Perry thought that if the ghost was the young master, it might not be so scary, and willingly offered to spend the night for the prince.

‘The prince will be happy when the young master wakes up.’

According to the servants who encountered the ghost, it seemed to be looking for something, so if Rima predicted that the ghost was a piece of the master’s soul, it would be looking for the body.

Perry continued to pace the hallways, especially the third-floor hallway, thinking that he had to bring back the prince’s smile.

‘The first day was the first floor and the second day was the second floor… … .’

It was a simple thought, but fortunately, the prediction was correct, and so Perry encountered the ghost. And as soon as he saw it, he realized. This couldn’t be just a ghost.

‘… … .’

‘… … .’

A cold sweat ran down my back. The one who suddenly appeared in the hallway was not the master. It could never have been the master. It was black from head to toe, and its jet-black hair, which contrasted sharply with the master’s pure white hair, was abnormally long.

And the oppressive feeling that takes your breath away.

Unlike the atmosphere of the master who accepted everything as it was, it felt like there was a certain will to not accept anything.

“…And then I found it. It was in his arms!”

“What, what happened?!”

Lianus, who had been absorbed in the story, hugged Pupu tightly. Perry paused as if what he had seen was truly incredible, then quietly muttered.

“That was a box.”

“……?”

“That’s a box that looks like a coffin!”

“……!”

A coffin! You wouldn’t put my best friend in it…

“Ha, but, don’t Grim Reapers usually carry scythes…?”

“Your Majesty, that is a stereotype.”

“…Is that so?”

Although Rianus thought something was strange, he listened to Perry’s words. Excited to have someone listen to his story seriously, Perry began to reveal the information he had worked hard to gather.

“And…, the most important thing is its appearance!”

“Didn’t you say that it looked like a little kid?”

Aren’t Grim Reapers originally skeletons wearing black robes and holding large scythes? Of course, even this is a stereotype, but I’ve never heard of a little Grim Reaper.

As I was thinking, “Does the god of death start from a baby?” Perry answered.

“Yes. It’s not clear because each book describes the appearance of the Grim Reaper differently, but in one book, it was described that the Grim Reaper approaches the dead in a form that makes it easy for them to gain favor.”

Evan’s eyebrows, which had been squinting the whole time, rose slightly at those words. It was the first time he had heard that the welfare in the afterlife was that good.

Perry continued talking, whether Evan had doubts or not.

“They say that if you do that, the soul will follow you well without rebelling. And you, my lord……”

“I love babies!”

What should I do? Rianus, who realized the seriousness of the situation, started running around the bedroom frantically.

“If it’s Neil, I’ll follow him!”

Because I love babies!

‘What do I do, what do I do, what do I do?!’

Lianus ran wildly and then suddenly stopped.

“What should I do? What should I do?”

“…yes?”

Evan suddenly stopped and looked down at the squeaking kitten in confusion. No matter how much he thought about it, the maid’s information seemed to be patched together from various places, but our kitten seemed to completely believe what the maid said.

“Let’s kick them out!”

“…A lynx?”

“No! The messenger of death!”

I can never lose my friend!

* * *

“after…….”

The man who returned to the mansion let out a deep sigh and released the strength he had been holding back.

My field of vision, which had been so low that I thought I was crawling on the floor, suddenly rose, and I felt dizzy for a moment.

I broke into the prince’s palace to check on the condition of the music box’s owner, but even after three visits, I couldn’t even find out which room it was staying in.

I was moving cautiously, thinking that it might be my father, but I still wasn’t sure. There was no guarantee that the person who made the music box and the person who possessed it were the same.

Moreover, he only had a few memories of his father, and almost no feelings of longing or affection remained. 500 years was too long for a human, and his memory had its limits.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about my father occasionally out of obligation, but I’ve been wondering if I wanted to see him… Honestly, I’m not sure.

“…….”

The man glanced at the music box, then walked over to the bookshelf. Then, from deep inside, he took out a very old book.

The book was covered in dust, but it was intact and undamaged due to the overlapping preservation magic.

The book was none other than his own diary.

A diary in which I wrote down everything in the past, squeezing myself into it out of fear that I might forget my father.

“…….”

The man carefully swept the diary clean of dust.

Yeah, it wasn’t a longing or anything, it was just a kind of curiosity.

It was a small deviation from the repetitive daily routine, a slight interest that blossomed amidst dulled emotions, and resentment and anger toward the being that had given him a boring life.

The man opened his diary to make sure. No, he tried to open it, but it wouldn’t open.

“ah…….”

After a few more attempts, he remembered that he had placed a spell on the diary so that no one could check it except for the ‘rotten moon’.

For a moment, he thought about forcibly dispelling the spell, but fortunately, the man still remembered that that would be the worst thing he could do at the moment.

“This is annoying.”

The man threw the diary on the bed.

In the end, all I can rely on is my own pitiful memories. If I had known this would happen, I would have checked my diary regularly every ‘rotten month’.

It was about three hundred years ago that I stopped reading because I got tired of reading the same thing over and over again. I was busy with one thing or another.

The man stopped thinking and opened the music box.

Sleep well, baby. My beautiful little one.

Don’t be afraid of the darkness under your eyelids.

When you open your eyes, I will always be in front of you,

Don’t be afraid of the moment.

A voice I no longer remember echoed in my head.

* * *

“Sir Evan! You’ll definitely be coming to the 4th floor today!”

It must have been so, because I had climbed up one floor at a time. If I had noticed it even a day later, I would have been in real trouble.

Lianus wished Nihil would wake up soon, but to his dismay, his friend did not open his eyes until night fell.

“…Wouldn’t it be more plausible to say that it’s a piece of the soul of a wildcat…?”

“Then you can catch him and take him to Neil.”

Can you catch it… …?

Evan asked again, looking at the kitten with strange confidence.

“…If he is a real grim reaper, can you deal with him?”

“We have to do something!”

Just in case, I left Nihil with Rima. If I give her a signal, she’ll pick Nihil up and run away.

Right now, the fourth floor is locked except for Evan’s room. If we do this, we might be able to buy a little more time.

The stricken Rianus fiddled with the cloth bag he had brought. There was a rustling sound.

“…Would that be more effective?”

Evan looked at the bag of salt with a sly look. That wasn’t the only thing he had brought.

Amulets with constellations drawn on them, well-dried and neatly preserved four-leaf clovers, rabbit’s foot ornaments, lucky gold coins, etc.

These were all things the maid had taken care of for the prince, but none of them were really understandable.

No, I’ll correct it. There’s only one thing that I can know the root of. The gold coin that the cat hid while looking for treasure. That’s the root of it all.

‘… At least if the ghost takes the gold, the lynx can track it down.’

Of course, this is assuming that the wildcat guy wakes up.

“I didn’t know the head maid was such a unique person.”

Even the amulet that the lynx had made from his hair before suddenly disappeared one day, and he was upset.

I’m sure the guy gave me the talisman before and told me to throw it away after a certain amount of time…

Then suddenly the kitten grabbed the hem of my clothes and pointed somewhere.

“Sir Evan, there’s something stirring over there!”

At those words, Evan looked around in the darkness, extremely nervous.

And then the sky split apart,

Self-,

A little thing walked out.

“…….”

Evan’s eyebrows rose without him knowing. He really looked like a kid of only two or three years old. He dragged his messy hair on the floor, and he looked like someone.

‘Is this right… … .’

Is that really a Grim Reaper? It certainly doesn’t look human… … .

Evan looked at the kid with a subtle expression. He seemed like a great being, but his appearance was so out of place that it felt disjointed.

‘Surely not the Archduke.’

I couldn’t feel the unique magic he exuded. Moreover, why would the Grand Duke come here in the form of a child?

As the maid had said, she was holding a rectangular wooden box in her arms that resembled a coffin, but it was smaller than she had thought. It was dark so I couldn’t see it clearly, but it seemed like I’d seen it somewhere before…

Ah, I looked back.

Evan hesitated, but the boy immediately turned his head and grabbed the doorknob of the nearest room. It was quite a sight to behold, as he was so short that he had to use his crow’s feet.

Clank, clank clank.

The locked door made a loud noise. The boy stared at the locked door for a moment, then held the wooden box in one arm and took out something thin and long from his bosom.

And then he put it in the keyhole a few times and, click, the door opened.

Oh my god.

Evan was genuinely impressed. The shamelessness was so shameless that it put a cat to the cheek. He could probably slap her twice.

No matter how much I thought about it, that wasn’t a grim reaper. There was no way a messenger from the underworld could learn how to open a doorknob. However, the prince seemed to think differently, because the salt bag he was holding was shaking.

“Oh, what should I do? I didn’t think I could get it that easily…!”

“…….”

The same goes for me. I never thought that a god of death would follow the laws of physics so thoroughly. It’s really a series of twists and turns.

In the meantime, several more doors opened and the messenger finally reached Evan’s room. Right above that was the prince’s bedroom where the lynx was currently sleeping, so Evan felt unnecessarily nervous.

The messenger poked a thin tool into the unlocked doorknob of my room, then, perhaps sensing something different, simply grabbed the doorknob and turned it.

Click, the unlocked doorknob turned easily, of course.

However, the messenger glanced inside from outside the door, looked back at himself once, and then closed the door. He was immediately caught as the owner of the room.

I wondered how he knew, but I was secretly worried that he would turn my room upside down, so I felt a little relieved.

‘… Could it be that it smells like dog… …?’

… I suddenly became anxious again. It’s all because of the cat. Because he keeps calling me Woof Woof… … .

As I sniffed the air, hoping to find out, the prince began to tremble and whisper, pulling at my cloak.

“Sir Evan, what should we do? There’s only half left!”

“…okay.”

There was no threat at all, but Evan nodded for the time being. The rooms on the fourth floor were larger and wider than those on the lower floors, and since there weren’t many of them, progress was fast. At this rate, they would soon be going up to the fifth floor.

‘Wouldn’t it be better to show the cat quickly… … .’

By the way, while they are watching and whispering so openly, doesn’t that little god of death even care?

But that thought was fleeting, and the grim reaper soon began to worry about the prince.

“Ugh, uhh, no.”