How To Survive as a Crazy Prince - How To Survive as a Crazy Prince chapter 132

theater.

“… … .”

I looked around. It wasn’t noisy. But the atmosphere was unusual.

“This, what the hell is this… … What kind of misfortune do you mean… … .”

The principal was on the verge of fainting. It must be so.

Because the corpses of three students are reflected on the screen.

“What, what happened! Didn’t I say that there are no weapons that can kill?!”

“Cho, I have a gun, but I only have rubber bullets! What happened to us… … !”

The staff in charge of preparing the stadium trembled and answered the principal’s criticism. The magician who handled the magic stone adjusted the screen with trembling hands.

Three students, apparently teamed up, lay on the floor with blood on their heads. Even with poor image quality, it was easy to see that they were all dead.

Because there was a hole in the head, a bullet wound.

“Who the hell did this… … ?!”

As the principal shouted in a gasping voice, another student appeared on the screen. It was a third-year student whose shoulder was covered in blood.

“~~~!!! !!, !!!!”

The student shouted something (I read it through lip-reading, but all I could say was not to come) and ran back, sitting down with a terrified expression on his face. Wherever the slow-moving student passed, blood covered the ground like the mucus of a snail.

“I, that student… … . Ah ah ah ah ah… … !”

The professor, who seemed to know the student who just came out, fainted and collapsed. However, there was no one who could support the professor. Everyone was mesmerized by the shocking image reflected on the screen.

“Nu, someone appeared!!”

On the screen, the back of an unidentified figure appeared on the student.

“Others, outsiders… … ?! They must have controlled access, but how?!”

The outsider slowly approached the student. He then aimed the small object he was holding in his hand at the student’s head. And before the professors even figured out what it was,

“ah… … .”

push.

At the end of that something, sparks ignited, and the student became motionless, bleeding from his head.

The professors who watched the student’s death in real time couldn’t bear to say anything. I was just silent, feeling the shock and futility of the sight in front of my eyes.

While everyone was frozen, the outsider loosened the mat he was wearing.

“I-that… … !!”

What was revealed behind the untied mat was a brown-skinned woman with dark hair that wouldn’t exist in Iron Blood anymore.

“Amer Inn!!”

Disruption arose in the theater, which had been quiet until just before.

I covered my mouth. And I barely restrained my laughter.

‘You can’t go this far, Parabellum… … !’

I’m not insane. Totally crazy. It is truly the idea of a madman.

“All right now! Let’s send someone in right away! The match is stopped! If you don’t save it… … !”

“I am weak.”

If you do that,

“Is being a student at the Iron Blooded Knights Academy not even an Amerian woman who has proven to be inferior to our people?”

It would be polite to go crazy here as well.

“What, no, ha, but! The author is armed!”

The principal was terribly taken aback by my words and shouted with a look on what he meant.

“Isn’t it the mental attitude of an iron-blooded soldier to not yield under any circumstances? Are we going to run away because the opponent has better weapons than us on the battlefield?”

“That is, but they are not on the battlefield now!”

“noisy.”

I interrupted the principal. and got up from his seat.

“I will change the victory goal of the Colosseum.”

And with all the professors looking at me,

“Whoever kills or captures that Amerian woman wins.”

Announcing a rule change.

“Uh, what is that… … . such, such a thing… … !!”

The headmaster stammered in a trembling voice. I wanted to say that it was nonsense, but I couldn’t bear to open my mouth.

Of course, I think so too.

However, it is not important whether the voice of those in power makes sense or not.

“What do you think, His Majesty the Emperor?”

“… … .”

The Emperor was silent on my question. The look on his face was surprisingly boring, and he doubted whether he was looking at the same thing as us.

“I am not interested. take care of it.”

Emperor Touro said that he had no interest in the death of his students.

“His Majesty the Emperor agreed.”

The principal eventually fainted and passed out.

“Notify remaining students of rule changes. I look forward to seeing how well you will overcome the crisis that has come.”

I laughed and said something I didn’t mean to say. No, it’s true that I’m looking forward to how the prince will move, so I’m only half serious.

“And there seems to be one person who must be interrogated.”

As I made my way to the professors’ seats, I found a familiar face.

“Shall we talk, Mustafa?”

He was staring at the screen in disbelief.

* * *

“It means that there is a dead person… … .”

I repeated the message from the magic stone. I felt confused.

It is the Colosseum that at least one person per year, and sometimes two people die. I don’t like it, but it can’t be helped. Mi-ryung and Dimitri seemed to have similar thoughts, but their expressions were distraught.

“The death toll is four in total.”

“what?”

What broke the atmosphere was the report of the death toll, which was much higher than expected from Magic Stone.

“Yes, are four people dead? I don’t think I’ve ever died so many times… … .”

“Four or… … . What the hell happened?”

Mi-ryung and Dimitri were also shocked and waited for Maseok’s next words.

“The involvement of an outsider has been confirmed.”

“… … !”

I furrowed my brows strongly at the mention of an outsider’s intervention.

‘Have those guys started to intervene in earnest now?’

It was fully anticipated that there might be an outsider’s, Parabellum’s intervention. However, I never thought that it would start with a radical act that killed four people.

‘I don’t know if it’s a mission, but this is a clear act of terrorism. What are you thinking?’

Of course, we can’t make a complete conclusion about Parabellum’s actions just yet. Information is still lacking.

“So, from now on, the Colosseum is——”

“Will it be discontinued?”

Listening to the guidance voice, Mi-ryung spoke in an anxious voice.

“We will change the rules.”

The moment Dimitri was about to answer, Maseok brought out an incomprehensible sound.

“The one who kills or subdues the outsider is the winner.”

“… … what?”

In this situation where four people died right away,

“Everyone, please join forces and target outsiders.”

Maseok, the progress committee invited us to fight without proper weapons.

“Am I saying this sanely, this is it!”

Dimitri exclaimed in anger. I beckoned Dimitri to calm down. Anger is not too late to listen to the whole story.

“I will explain the impression of outsiders. The outsider is armed with an unknown small firearm——”

If it was a small firearm, would it be the same as my Beret Tragna? It is also likely that parabellum was involved.

While thinking so,

“A brown-skinned Amerian woman.”

“… … !”

For a moment, I was short of breath.

“Oh, the Amerians?”

“What I just said… … no way… … .”

Mi-ryung and Dimitri had the same reaction. I organized my thoughts.

“Fatma is not. They don’t have the means to get here.”

“Then what happened? The situation now is… … .”

“I don’t even know if there were more Amerians left. I don’t know who gave him the weapon, but there’s a high probability it’s Parabellum.”

I answered Mi-ryung and suppressed my throbbing temples.

Even the death of a student is the worst, and the one who killed it is an Amerian woman.

Even if we win in this situation, it is impossible even for me to say something like, “Please acknowledge the existence of the Amer people.”

Not only that, but the position of Mustafa, who is currently the only Amerian, is at risk. It is possible that you are in serious trouble right now.

It was the worst possible event that could shake my goals and standing at the same time.

‘I wondered how everything was going well, but it’s like this again. damn… … .’

In the original work, Eugene went through all the difficulties without any particular crisis, but there were too many adversities compared to that. Do you think you have to overcome this level to thrive as a villain? annoying is right

‘Anyway, there’s only one thing to do now.’

I took a deep breath and calmed my irritation.

“Mi-ryeong, can you tell me where it is?

“yes. I feel it hazy in the air, in the wind. … … The smell of human blood.”

Mi-ryung answered my question in a low voice.

“Certainly, four. It’s dead. This… … . It’s too much.”

“Ugh,” Mi-ryung stumbled slightly. Dimitri supported him so he didn’t fall. It must have been too stimulating.

“… … I cannot forgive you.”

The irritation that I thought had subsided came back up again.

“Definitely kill. no. That’s not enough.”

It wasn’t annoying. It was anger.

“… … Whoa.”

I took a deep breath again. But the feeling did not subside at all.

“I’ll take you to Fromm and dig and dig and dig and dig until you beg him to kill you, then let him rot alive… … !!”

In the end, I was genuinely outraged.

* * *

Eugene and Tarius were leaving the arena.

The route was checked from the train. No, there was nothing to confirm. You can get out where you came in just by following the trail of the wheel left tattered on the floor.

If you walk moderately, you should be able to get out in less than an hour. Thinking so, the two of them walked without saying a word until they stopped in front of a bloody building.

Eugene gestured to the nervous Tarius to wait and cautiously entered the building. There was a woman and four bodies inside the building.

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Two of the corpses looked like they didn’t understand what had happened, and one looked visibly bewildered. The last one had an expression stained with fear and despair.

“… … Four years, what is your identity?”

Eugene asked the woman standing with her back to her. The woman who had been standing still turned around and looked at Eugene.

It was a woman in her twenties, with brown skin and black hair who looked like Mustafa, but felt a strong sense of alienation somewhere.

“What are you doing here?”

Eugene restrained his anger as much as possible, but asked the woman in a trembling voice.

“No, what did you do?”

“XXXXXX, XXXXX.”

The woman’s words in response to Eugene’s trembling voice were in an incomprehensible foreign language.

“I asked what are you doing!!”

Eugene clenched his fists and jumped at the woman. The woman smiled and pointed the black object in her hand at Eugene without a single error.

Taang!