How To Survive as a Crazy Prince - How To Survive as a Crazy Prince chapter 129

“what… … ?”

Yujin asked, struggling to shake my hand.

“Ask again. What are you going to ask for if you win?”

I kindly let go and asked the question again. Eugene suddenly glared at me as if he didn’t know what question he was asking.

“Answer me.”

“To clarify the truth about the Saratov incident… … Kut!”

As I twisted the sword to take it away, Eugene pushed me away and stepped back. I asked, lightly brushing my slightly tingling palms.

“Do you think that will work?”

Eugene couldn’t answer. He just gasped and put on an angry expression.

“It will be ignored and it will end. That’s all.”

It was obvious that Eugene’s request would be ignored. Even if you shout at the awards ceremony, you will be treated as a momentary happening or you will be disqualified from receiving the award.

“Don’t you already know that yourself? That much can be expected even by Vera.”

It was as anyone would have expected.

“… … Kut.”

Eugene couldn’t answer my question. It was an unspoken affirmation.

“Well, if you shout like that, you’ll feel like you did your best. though pointless. Your name will be a bit of a hot topic.”

I lifted the sword I was lowering.

“You are so vague. I have a goal, but I don’t know how to reach it.”

And prepared to attack. Eugene also raised his sword straight again.

I got a sword And he took the posture of Amerin’s swordsmanship, Full Moon Cham.

The aim is to match it to the very end.

“Haaa!”

I cheered up and swung my sword in a circle with all my might.

The blade of the training sword, which had become blunt, accelerated——for an instant, the tip became a perfect sword.

keying!

My sword made a sharp metallic sound as it brushed against Eugene’s defensive blade.

At first glance, it might have seemed out of place.

but.

“… … !”

pakak.

Eugene’s sword neatly split into two. The sword, cut by the sword that could not be cut, fell to the floor.

I cut the sword with a dull blade.

“Lie, this is possible… … ?”

Eugene was devastated as he looked down at his sword.

“Whoa.”

I let out a breath I was holding back and let go of the strength in my hands. To be honest, I was exhausted. My sword also rattled and fell to the floor.

‘I’ve only heard of the theory, but I’ve never tried it in real life, but I managed to do well.’

This was the correct way to use the full moon charm that Mustafa had told me about.

At the fastest moment, if you cut as if brushing with the tip of your sword, you can cut even a rock.

It’s easy to think it’s a pretentious explanation, but Mustafa said he’d seen a rock split in two. He said he couldn’t do it.

Of course, rather than the technical part, the part that was pushed with force by using boost and overworking the strengthened body would be bigger. As evidence of that, it felt like the wrists that had been holding up until now had almost gone out.

“… … Your emotions keep you from being cool.”

I lowered my voice to hide the pain.

“If you want to achieve what you want, it won’t be enough now.”

Eugene was looking at me with an incomprehensible face.

“To achieve great things, broaden your horizons. Talk to the people around you more and ask for help. That is what you need.”

I finished talking. Even when he said it, he seemed like an old man himself, but it was something that someone had to say to Yujin.

‘… … hmm. I didn’t mean to do this.’

After this happened, I felt a little uncomfortable because I felt like I was shaken up with a mental attack and won by force. Still, the one who offended me first was Eugene, so would it be okay?

“… … lost I lost perfectly.”

Eugene let out a deep sigh.

“I even heard what Mustafa would do.”

“I gave you the best advice, but is that what you mean?”

To say something like Mustafa would say, it seems too harsh.

“When did I ask for advice?”

Eugene throws away the broken sword, annoyed. Totally rebel. Will I be able to come to my senses if I get hit by one?

“… … I’m annoyed.”

The moment he slightly clenched his fist to strike, Eugene collapsed.

“Because I can never win against you.”

Then he put his forehead on his forehead and bowed his head.

“… … .”

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Silence lingered. Yujin, who had her head down, was trembling at strange intervals.

“Now, wait a minute. Are you crying?”

“… … . … … no.”

When I asked in bewilderment, Eugene answered with clearly unnatural intervals. His voice was trembling. It was confirmed by the boost of hearing, so it was certain.

‘Ugh, uhm. If you think about it coldly, after all, it’s an unstable kid in the middle of puberty… … .’

I felt very uncomfortable because I felt that I had done something very bad. Is the way you speak so bad? But talking softly and kindly doesn’t fit my image.

“And, the reason I participated in the Colosseum was not to make demands.”

“Yes?”

While pondering whether it would be good, Eugene said.

“I just want to fight you again.”

“… … .”

Eugene’s reason for participating in the war was fundamentally the same as mine.

“… … hmm. I see.”

There was a mistake in understanding the character. Did I think it was based on the standard of Eugene of the original work? I reflected and let out a small sigh.

“Let’s eat together later.”

I didn’t want to say that I was too harsh or sorry here. My petty pride wouldn’t allow it.

“… … .”

Eugene didn’t answer. He just glared at me with a puzzled face and slightly red eyes.

I decided to accept it as a sign of moderate consent.

I received a magic stone from Eugene. Tarius was face down on the floor with both hands tied. It was an unsightly appearance that left nothing of the intimidating feeling of the first appearance.

“It was a very beautiful battle. I was impressed.”

“I never thought you could cut a sword with a sword! Awesome!”

“As expected, Crown Prince is amazing. I can’t believe we’re the same age.”

As I looked away from Tarius, Katyusha, Mi-ryung, and Dimitri gave words of praise. I was about to say something more, but I was speechless when I saw Eugene next to me with red eyes.

“Uh, um. therefore… … Eugene was great too!”

“Pick it up.”

“… … huh.”

Dimitri, who tried to praise him by kicking him up, was repulsed. First of all, Dimitri must be the senior.

“Where are Fromm and Ver?”

“I don’t know.”

Tarius, who was pinned to the floor, responded angrily to my question.

“… … I’m waiting in the building to the east.”

Eugene replied.

“Why are you telling me, Eugene?”

“I’m sure we’ll fight someday anyway. I’d rather let these guys lose.”

Eugene responded calmly to Tarius’ angry question. Tarius paused to say something and sighed.

“Tarius. Are you planning to kill someone?”

I crouched down in front of Tarius and asked.

“The arrows I shot at Wivan, the poison in the traps I set up, and it’s nothing I would do with my sane mind. For what purpose?”

“It is an end in itself. You ask when you already know.”

I grabbed Tarius’ head. And rocked up and down. Billions, billions of small moanings, sounds like holding back laughter could be heard from the surroundings.

“… … Anyone is fine, so I wanted to kill the aristocrat.”

After a while, Tarius explained in more detail. It’s funny how he quickly opens his mouth to a very simple torture on the subject of pretending to be strong.

“Because here you can legally kill a noble.”

“Right. Then what is left?”

“Do you need a reason other than hate to kill people?”

It was a pointless answer. I took a few deep breaths to cool my head.

“Eugene, do you know why he is like this?”

And asked Eugene.

“Because I am a teenager.”

“That’s a very helpful answer.”

Sadly, all that didn’t help.

“Then change the question. Who did it?”

I asked outright.

“… … Don’t insult me.”

Tarius replied in a very angry voice (even though I don’t feel the threat of Collon right now).

“I do not take the life of others by will. It was purely my will to kill the nobleman.”

It didn’t feel like a lie. Then there is only one conclusion to be drawn.

“Looks like puberty is right.”

If it’s good, it’s puberty, if it’s bad, it’s middle school disease.

“Tarius. If you try to do that again, I’ll kill you. Promise me.”

“… … .”

Tarius was silent. I looked down at Tarius.

“I’m asking just in case, did your parents have a past where they were killed by aristocrats? If there is a noble you want to kill, please tell me.”

I thought of something, so I seriously asked Tarius.

“Oh, no.”

Tarius looked a little flustered.

“Are you going to kill me?”

“okay.”

Soon after, he asked sarcastically, but when I immediately affirmed, he flinched even more as if caught off guard.

“But there was nothing like that. There is no depth.”

I was blown away by the terribly uninteresting result, which was different from what I expected.

“It’s not very interesting, Tarius.”

And the annoyance came.

“What, what? You say it’s not fun? What do you mean, Crown Prince!”

When I said I wasn’t having fun, Tarius reacted with an unprecedented intensity.

“It is literally. Not funny. I became an idiot for expecting that there would be even a common story.”

I said with great annoyance.

I was expecting that there would be something like the owner of Parabellum, but it was nothing. It was just a crooked second grader who was excited about violently killing an aristocrat. It’s the worst that the truth is like this because he showed up with the atmosphere to the fullest.

“… … Well, am I bad for wanting a complicated narrative from real extras?”

That’s probably why he appeared as an ally in the original work but didn’t have much importance. Because there’s nothing but commonplace settings like ‘I just hate nobles’.

“Eh, extras… … ?”

At the word “my extra,” Tarius stammered and asked.

“Eh, extras? extra… … ? I?”

“okay. extra. It has no nutritional value or weight.”

I nailed it

“I wanted to come out looking like a little bit, but it was just ‘I hate nobles, there’s no particular reason.’ He’s as thin as a bully who picks a fight on a protagonist in a back alley.”

And he also hammered.

“Ugh, keugh! Ughhhhh!!”

Tarius looked up at me with a look of complete excitement, forcing his head up. It was as if I wanted to say something, but the blood rushed to my head and I couldn’t think of the right words.

“Eugene, why did you take this as a colleague?”

Looking at the ugliness, I didn’t understand, so I asked Yujin. Then, Tarius looked at Eugene as if asking for help.

“colleague?”

Eugene was lost in thought for a moment.

“For some reason, it just caught up with me. I’ve never had a great sense of camaraderie.”

Then he shook his head and replied that he was a colleague or something.

“… … .”

At Eugene’s answer, Tarius hardened like a stone. Then, as if he was about to collapse, he slumped his head to the ground. And it stopped moving.

It was a scene of self-destruction.