Surviving As The 5Th Prince Of Hellman Kingdom [EN]: Chapter 140

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After witnessing Lanua and Evan spending the night together, Orhan’s mind was consumed with devising a plan to make her his own.

((Orhan, what’s wrong? Your eyes are bloodshot.))

((Were you on the late shift yesterday? Didn’t you sleep after your shift?))

Even now, he was preoccupied.

Orhan was too engrossed in his thoughts to even hear the greetings of his colleagues who recognized him.

((What’s with him?))

((Was he deaf?))

((He looks a little out of it. Ah! Did he hear about that?))

((If it’s about Lanua…))

Orhan stopped abruptly, turning his head. Lanua’s name echoed in his ears like thunder.

He spotted two warriors walking away.

((Yeah, it’s well-known that he asked the Chieftain for Lanua.))

((That could be it. He warned us not to covet Lanua.))

((By the way, where did that foreigner come from?))

((Well… the guys who brought them here are tight-lipped; they won’t say a word.))

((Could they be from the Hamel Empire?))

((Probably?))

((Wasn’t the guy who went crazy demanding to see the Chieftain first also from the Hamel Empire…?))

Orhan stood still, straining his ears to eavesdrop on their conversation until their voices faded into the distance.

Hamel Empire?

That’s ridiculous.

They’re people from the Lionel Kingdom. Even the king himself. Orhan was one of the few Noya tribe warriors who knew that top secret.

A twisted smile spread across his face as a question suddenly flashed through his mind like lightning.

‘…Why did they come?’

His mind raced once more.

The Chieftain was trying to give his precious daughter, Lanua, to the King of Lionel.

The most common way for two tribes within the Khan tribe, often plagued by conflicts, to reconcile or form an alliance is to marry off their children.

Some tribesmen in the Noya tribe are even unaware that the Lionel Kingdom exists, highlighting their limited contact.

That means there’s no need for reconciliation.

Then there’s only one conclusion.

The Chieftain and the King of Lionel made a deal equivalent to an alliance. A very important one, significant enough to forge a blood tie.

‘What for?’

Orhan’s expression hardened.

His mind, more accustomed to eating and swinging an axe, struggled to find a reason.

Then.

An old memory, dormant in Orhan’s mind, resurfaced.

It was around the time of his coming-of-age ceremony.

Khan tribe men go hunting at the age of 14 during their coming-of-age ceremony. The more fierce beasts and magical creatures they hunt, the more they are recognized as excellent warriors.

At the time, he had targeted a Razor Wolf.

It was a suitable target. He easily found an individual that had strayed from the pack and was facing it in a life-or-death struggle.

-Kuaaaaa!

A mid-level magical beast, a Basilisk [a reptilian monster with a deadly gaze or breath], had appeared. A subspecies of dragon with powerful jaws that could chew through the Razor Wolf’s steel-like hide.

It was a crisis where he could have been the warrior who didn’t return from the coming-of-age ceremony.

But Orhan had survived.

He had hunted the Basilisk in cooperation with the Razor Wolf, with whom he had been fighting for his life.

At that time, he was the Noya tribe.

The Razor Wolf was the Lionel Kingdom.

Then the Basilisk is….

‘The Hamel Empire!’

The answer came.

The Chieftain and the King of Lionel had joined forces to fight against the Hamel Empire.

‘What is the Chieftain planning to do with the Lionel Kingdom?’

Orhan thought and thought again.

But that was it.

The brain, which had been working beyond its limits, cried out in pain. It was impossible to make any further inferences. A headache throbbed in his head.

He cleared his head for a moment and moved his feet. He arrived at a hill overlooking the village and sat on a rock to rest.

After spending some time like that, his overheated head cooled down. His exhausted brain regained its energy and began to function again.

‘I don’t care what the Chieftain is going to do with the Lionel Kingdom.’

The important thing is to get Lanua back.

Orhan naturally thought of the method he was best at.

Plunder.

Just take her.

If he revealed the secret alliance between the Chieftain and the King of Lionel and defected to the Hamel Empire, he would be able to settle down properly.

The corners of his mouth turned up after he finished thinking.

‘The problem is how to kidnap Lanua….’

She is considered an excellent warrior, but at best, she is just a regular warrior. She couldn’t be a match for him, a great warrior.

It’s impossible within the village.

‘There are too many eyes watching.’

The best time would be when she goes hunting… but unfortunately, it was the off-season for hunting.

Wait until the hunting season comes again?

‘No. It’ll be too late then.’

There’s no answer if Lanua suddenly leaves for the Lionel Kingdom.

Leaves?

Suddenly, his heart sank. He thought that the King of Lionel might take her with him when he returns.

He had to kidnap Lanua and leave for the Hamel Empire as soon as possible.

Right away.

Thinking that, Orhan looked at the Noya tribe village with cold eyes. His eyes flashed as he discovered something.

Someone was coming up here.

‘…That’s?’

Lanua.

It was definitely Lanua.

No matter how far away she was, there was no way he couldn’t recognize her.

He didn’t know why Lanua was coming up here. He didn’t need to know.

Orhan reflexively reached for his beloved weapon, a large axe that had split the heads of countless magical beasts and Hamel Empire soldiers.

He grinned, revealing his yellow teeth.

The heavens had clearly given him a chance.

Meanwhile.

Lanua, who had no idea that someone else was on the hill, was walking lightly.

The reason she was heading to the hill was simple.

She wanted to see Evan off from afar as he left the Noya tribe and returned to his homeland.

She wanted to do it right in front of him, but he said he was leaving quietly like a passing guest.

Clink, clink.

The bracelet on her wrist shook with her steps. Lanua smiled faintly as she listened to the sound that made her feel good.

Soon.

Lanua arrived at the top of the hill.

‘Huh?’

She felt a little strange.

She shouldn’t ignore it.

When she was young, when she went hunting and her life was in danger from a hidden magical beast, she felt the same way she did now.

She reached for her beloved twin spears and was wary of her surroundings….

Rustle.

‘Up!’

Something big fell from the tree.

Thud!

Before she could feel the pain of her head breaking, her consciousness was cut off.

***

The first thought I had when I saw the sparkling magic stone was that it was a good thing. Then I worried about Lanua.

She would be very upset if she knew? Usually, the order should be reversed.

But it can’t be helped.

I only met her for the first time yesterday.

‘Now is not the time to think about useless things.’

I hurriedly put strength into the hand holding the magic stone.

The magic stone crumbled into powder.

The powders gathered together to form an arrow shape. The spinning arrow soon pointed in one direction and lengthened.

The tip is in the direction of the bracelet.

The length of the arrow is the distance to there.

‘Far away.’

It was far beyond the Noya tribe village.

Roughly two hours by train.

The direction is….

‘As expected, the Hamel Empire.’

Fainted? Sleeping pills?

It seemed that he was trying to make Lanua lose consciousness by some means, kidnap her, and then defect to the Hamel Empire.

Calculating the speed at which a 6-star knight-level great warrior runs at full speed, it would be roughly an hour before he reached the border of the Hamel Empire.

‘I have to stop him before that happens, no matter what.’

Time was tight.

I had to run three times faster than Orhan was running at full speed to catch him before he crossed the Hamel Empire.

Of course, that’s assuming he doesn’t rest, but you always have to consider the worst.

The only human who can do that is….

‘Even Nurgal can’t guarantee it.’

For an 8-star warrior to run three times faster than Orhan? It’s possible. What do you mean three times? He could reach ten times the speed in an ‘instant’.

But sustaining that is another matter.

Just like there are sprinters who are good at short distances and long-distance runners who are good at long distances, magic awakeners also have specialized fields.

Nurgal is a short-distance type who explosively uses everything in an instant, like a sprinter. He is an expert in one-on-one battles where life and death are at stake.

So the conclusion.

‘It’s only me.’

I, who can add the power of magic to my physical abilities amplified by magic, could catch him before he crossed the Hamel border.

The judgment was made.

Numerous thoughts went through my head, but in reality, it was a fleeting moment.

I looked at Lucas.

“I’ll leave traces as I chase after him. Please tell the Chieftain that his daughter, Lanua, has been kidnapped without causing a stir.”

“You’re going alone?”

There was no time to answer.

I kicked the ger [a traditional Mongolian round tent] and ran at full speed in the direction the arrow was pointing.

“Ah! Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Where are you going….”

The voice of Julian, who was waiting at the entrance, quickly faded away.

First, I chased Orhan with only my physical abilities enhanced by magic. After about ten minutes, my body was warmed up.

[Wind Wings]

[Acceleration]

[Breath of Swiftness]

.

.

.

Mainly magic that continuously increases speed rather than instantaneous explosive power.

Whoosh─

I ran faster than a flying arrow.

***

Lanua regained consciousness about an hour ago.

With a headache that felt like her head was breaking, she realized that someone was carrying her and running.

She quickly knew who the culprit was.

Orhan.

The tribe’s great warrior who already had three wives.

He had publicly proclaimed that she would be his. She also knew that he had actually expressed such intentions to her father, the Chieftain.

What if that actually happened?

She didn’t even want to imagine it.

She might have given up on life.

The tribe’s warriors say that Orhan is a great man who took in the wives of his dead brothers, but the women know.

How badly his wives are treated.

Lanua has never seen them take off their long clothes even in the hot summer. It’s a well-known secret that the inside is full of bruises from beatings.

‘Why isn’t anything happening?’

Lanua’s whole body was tied up and gagged.

Fortunately, as soon as she regained consciousness, she managed to break the red gem on the bracelet that Evan had given her.

-A handsome prince will save you.

She expected him to appear like magic.

But there was no news for an hour. Nothing special happened when the gem broke.

It seemed that the sound of it being a magical tool to prepare for danger, as I thought when I received the bracelet, was just an excuse to give a gift.

‘Liar.’

She suddenly resented Evan for making her have false expectations.

Lanua bit her lip and moved her body back and forth. She was so tightly bound that she couldn’t move even with magic.

((Haa… Haa… Lanua, wait for me. The Hamel Empire border is just a little further. We’ll have a new beginning there.))

Orhan was breathing roughly as he ran at full speed. Lanua felt like worms were wriggling in her ears at his words.

She wriggled her body even more vigorously.

Eventually, Orhan stopped.

At first glance, it was thanks to her efforts.

((Haa… Haa… We’ve come this far, so I can rest assured.))

But it wasn’t.

It was just that Orhan, who had arrived at a place where the Hamel Empire border was visible to the naked eye, stopped to rest for a while.

((Oop- Oop-))

He grabbed Lanua’s chin, who was struggling, and lifted her head to make eye contact.

((Lanua, you’re going to be mine now. How about it? You like me better than that weakling from Lionel, right? Right?))

((Oop- Oop-))

Orhan stared at Lanua’s eyes, which were looking at him with contempt.

It was beautiful.

Enough to want to fall into it.

Orhan licked his lips and slowly brought his face closer to her.

Lanua, with a pale complexion, quickly closed her eyes. Just as her eyelids and Orhan’s lips were about to touch.

Swish-

A magic arrow flying from somewhere.

Kwaang!

Orhan quickly blocked it with a large axe.

((Who is it!))

He quickly looked at where the magic had come from.

((Hoo… Hoo… I almost missed it.))

Evan’s voice.

Lanua’s face lit up. He had never lied. A really handsome prince had appeared to save her.