How To Survive as a Crazy Prince - How To Survive as a Crazy Prince chapter 114

The next day, I headed to the ghost town with Katyusha and Mustafa.

“Did Mustafa live here?”

“I come once or twice a year. Because this was the largest city of the Amer people.”

After arriving at my destination, I asked and Mustafa answered my question while looking around the ghost town. He looked expressionless on the outside, but there was a deep sadness in his eyes.

“Come to think of it, where is Katyusha’s hometown?”

“I remember being in an orphanage when I was very young. I can’t remember the name very well.”

“is it. We are also very humble.”

I also don’t remember much of my childhood. Her childhood memories were overwritten by the shock of the emperor striking her mother’s neck.

“The woman’s brothers are still young. Let’s make good memories for them.”

I arrived at the building after remembering yesterday. When I touched the ground and used a secret technique, the floor opened and a woman peeked out after a while.

“… … XX?!”

And when he saw Mustafa, he jumped out in surprise.

“XXXX, XXX? XXXXX?”

“… … XX. XXXX. XXXXXXXX.”

To the woman’s Amer language, Mustafa replied calmly. Was there such a small conversation?

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“XX, XXXX… … . XXXXX… … !”

Sighing, the woman began to cry. Mustafa stood there, not sure what to say.

“A shameless boy. Give me a hug.”

“Be brave, Mustafa.”

“… … .”

I don’t know what kind of conversation we had, but Katyusha and I encouraged it moderately. Mustafa clumsily raised his hand and then lowered it again.

“Such shrewdness, it just doesn’t suit me.”

It certainly doesn’t seem like a good fit.

Mustafa handed the handkerchief and said something to the woman. Soon after, the woman wiped her tears with a handkerchief and said something to the cave, and soon the two younger siblings came out. The two younger brothers moved closer to Mustafa and began asking questions in Amer.

“XX, XXXXXXX?”

“XX! XXXXXX, XX!”

When her younger brother asked Mustafa a certain question, the woman was visibly embarrassed and scolded, and Mustafa shyly averted her gaze.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I think I know roughly what you’re talking about.”

“I agree.”

“It’s a good story, no doubt.”

As Mustafa replied, a growl was heard. It was the sound from the belly of the sister who was hiding behind the woman.

“For now, it would be nice to eat at least some rice. The story follows.”

Katyusha put down the bag she was carrying. It contained simple meals and combat rations, just in case.

We laid out a mat and started eating. Women give food to their younger siblings first and start with small items.

“If you eat too much while starving, you get sick. Please tell me not to eat too quickly.”

“XXXX, XXXXXX. XX.”

“XXXX.”

“XXX.”

“XX.”

When I said it, Mustafa passed it on to the woman, who passed it on to her younger siblings. The younger siblings who hurriedly ate the food slowed down, but they still ate the bread at a slightly faster pace. Watching them eat with twinkling eyes was cute and pitiful, and I felt disturbed watching them.

“By the way, what is this woman’s name? You haven’t asked until now.”

“From what I heard a moment ago, it is called Fatma.”

“Is it fatma?”

As I muttered the name I heard from Mustafa, the woman, Fatma, looked at me nervously.

“done. Let them eat.”

I waved my hand. Fatma nodded as if she understood the nuance and continued to eat.

“XX, XXXXXX. XXXXXXX.”

Then, he spoke carefully to Mustafa.

“Excuse me, but I wonder if it would be okay to ask for your name.”

Mustafa nodded and relayed Fatma’s words to me.

“… … hmm.”

After thinking for a while, I

“It’s Mikhail.”

revealed only the name. He didn’t want to reveal that he was the crown prince.

If he was the son of the emperor who had annihilated the Amer people, he thought he might try to kill them right away as revenge for the Amer people. It would be enough to ask Mustafa to explain later.

“Mikhail, XXXX, XXXXX.”

After hearing my name from Mustafa, Fatma politely bowed her head and said, Although he did not know the meaning of the sentence, it was clear that he was expressing his gratitude.

“… … Mustafa. Please tell me I’m sorry.”

Disturbed as I was being thanked, I ordered Mustafa. After hearing Mustafa’s translation, Fatma asked back, a little taken aback.

“I ask what are you sorry for?”

“What brought me into this situation, maybe?”

Mustafa translated my words and delivered them. Fatma shook her head and replied.

“Mikhail said there was no reason to be sorry. Rather, he lived because food was running out, and he was a lifesaver.”

“… … yes. Well, I know. I just said it for self-satisfaction. It’s fine if you don’t tell me this.”

I just said it because I felt like I had to say it. As the person who will become the owner of Iron Blood, I felt I had to say it.

After eating, we prepared to bring Fatma and her siblings to the academy.

Fatma was very anxious when she heard that she was leaving this place, but Mustafa convinced her after diligently persuading her.

“I think he was worried that he might be taken to a concentration camp or something.”

“It’s sad that you can’t laugh it off.”

If it was Sangvis, it wouldn’t be strange if there was at least one camp. No, even if there is, it won’t roll properly due to transportation or food problems. Either way, it’s bittersweet.

Katyusha put the robes she had brought on Fatma and her younger siblings. It was hard to see if the hood was completely covered. Although no one would try to inspect the carriage the prince was riding in in the first place.

‘There’s a witchy atmosphere somewhere.’

Fatma, meticulously dressed in a robe, gave off a mysterious atmosphere. It might be rude, but I’d say it’s like a demon. It was an unusual feeling.

‘Come to think of it, the hidden cave was also a place where the secret arts of the earth were used. He knows how to use mysticism, or maybe he has magical powers.’

If it was iron blood and mixed blood, if the other person was a noble, there would be a chance that he would have inherited magical powers. There’s a good chance you won’t be aware of it.

‘Maybe it’s a hidden gem.’

We hid Fatma and her siblings in the wagon, thinking we might need to check it out when the big thing is all over.

We arrived at the front gate of the knight academy without any crisis. However, getting inside was a bit of a problem.

“… … !”

“… … .”

Dimitri and Mi-ryung were waiting at the school gate, and ran to the side when they saw a carriage. Katyusha, Fatma, and her siblings also carefully jumped to the back of the carriage and ran to where Dimitri and Mi-ryeong were headed.

“As a kyosu, I want you to close your eyes leniently, Mustafa.”

“I didn’t know there was such a way.”

The place they headed was the fence near the training ground. Because it was damaged so often (no doubt on purpose), the repair stopped and cracked, and the low wall was easily climbable with a few tools and physical strength.

Of course, it is a place where the guards working at the school gate are on guard. However, since the carriage had entered, there was no time to focus on the place almost on the other side. Especially if the carriage that had just arrived was the one the prince was riding in.

While he was distracted by the wagon, he passed the object over the fence of the battlefield. It was a method I heard in the process of liquidating Carte’s casino. If things are possible, there is nothing that cannot be called a person.

While going through the procedures to return to the knight academy, everyone safely entered the knight academy from the fence of the battle arena that I glanced at. A sigh of relief came out of nowhere.

“What, are you feeling bad about something?”

“No, nothing. It’s a lot of trouble every time.”

“Oh no! This is my mission!”

The guard, more nervous than necessary, desperately tried to please me, not thinking that there would be an intruder on the other side of the fence. Feeling very sorry for that, I took a tip out of my pocket and handed it to him.

“What, what is it? This?”

“It is combat rations. Eat when you are hungry.”

I brought it just in case, but in the end it was a combat ration that I never took out. The guard put the combat rations into his arms with a very subtle smile.

The place where the two were hidden was the basement of the old training building where Carte’s casino was located.

“… … ! XXXX!”

Fatma, who was very nervous about the dark and gloomy atmosphere on the way to the cellar, marveled when she turned on the light in the cellar.

“Oh my. Didn’t you clean it up pretty well?”

The basement, which had been dismally neglected since the casino was demolished, was turned into a very clean and neat space as a result of asking Dimitri and Mi-ryung to clean it before departure today.

“I made some changes to the facilities when I was running a casino.”

“In addition, I borrowed some crayfish that were used during the cultural festival in the past.”

It was an unbelievable clean space for a dark and drab casino. It even felt like a small villa.

“This is great. Thank you for your hard work, Dimitri, Mi-ryung.”

If cleaning was enough to praise Katyusha, whose hobby was, that was enough. Dimitri and Mi-ryung looked at each other and gave high-fives as if they were happy that their efforts had been recognized.

“It’s like a newlyweds’ house.”

Then, after hearing Mustafa’s words, they flinched and avoided each other’s eyes as if they were embarrassed. Indeed, was it so? I’m a little annoyed.

“that that… … .”

Fatma, who was looking around the basement with her younger siblings, approached me as if she had something to say. Then he lowered his head and said.

“thank you. Mikhail.”

It was a heartfelt thank you, in contrast to the previous begging for his life.

“… … Let me thank you for your gratitude.”

I felt better. It’s worth helping.

After thanking me, Fatma approached Mustafa. Then, stepping up and bringing her face closer——.

“… … ?!”

In the midst of everyone’s surprise, they pressed Mustafa’s cheek to their own. After alternating both sides, he bowed his head and said hello.

“… … It is an act of expressing the gratitude of the Amer people. It doesn’t mean much.”

Mustafa cleared his throat and said. He pretends to be calm, but his ears are red.

“Yeah, that’s right. is it. It’s pretty active though.”

“I’ve been alone all along, but now that I’ve met people of the same ethnicity, I feel a greater sense of kinship. I can understand.”

Dimitri and Mi-ryung were awkward and said as if they were making excuses.

“I don’t know if it’s just the sameness or not.”

“Please bear with the mean words.”

Mustafa was embarrassed by my joke, but he didn’t seem to hate it.

In such a strangely warm atmosphere,

“… … Something is strangely annoying.”

Katyusha said with a cold expression.

“I agree.”

I calmly agreed with that statement.