Surviving As The 5Th Prince Of Hellman Kingdom [EN]: Chapter 78

Surviving as the 5th Prince of Hellmanguk – Chapter 78 (78/203)

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[Unquenchable Fire]

[Raging Storm of Lightning]

[Lightning Piercing the Darkness]
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7-star magic required a significant investment of time for construction, design, and manifestation.

As if to prove that time could be bought with money, it was instantly manifested with the help of high-grade magic stones, which were invested without reservation.

The forest, which had been dawning, became as bright as noon.

And then.

KWA-AAAAAAAANG!

A roar that seemed to echo throughout Lionel erupted.

KU-GWA-GWA-GWA──

A mushroom cloud billowed up from where Vice had been. It was like witnessing a man-made nuclear explosion.

WHOOSH── CRACK!

The shockwave shattered the earth, and ancient trees that seemed to have lived for hundreds of years were uprooted.

“GRAOOOOOO!”

Even G-Dragon, who had been staggering under the influence of the Seven-Tailed Fox’s heart, was startled and burrowed into the ground.

Of course, Fran had prepared defensive magic in consideration of such aftereffects.

[Fortress of the Immortal]

– As long as you don’t move the foot that’s on the ground, you won’t get a scratch. No matter how strong a 7-star knight’s aura is, it will never break through.

She had certainly guaranteed it.

WHOOSH─ KWAAAAANG!

A hole was blown through the wall of the fortress.

PEW-!

Vice’s tremendous will to take me with him grazed my cheek. I could feel the blood trickling down my cheek.

If I hadn’t tilted my head slightly at the chilling sensation, it would have been dangerous.

I looked at Fran.

“Didn’t you say I wouldn’t get a scratch?”

“······ I told you not to move. You must have moved a little.”

She avoided my gaze and cleared her throat.

I chuckled, took a handkerchief from my pocket, and wiped the blood from my cheek.

WHOOOOO······.

The aftershock subsided.

A huge crater had been created where Vice had been. There was no trace of a person standing there.

Annihilation.

“I can’t find a single bone. I’m worried he might suddenly pop out from underground.”

Cliang’s indifferent voice.

His expression made me doubt if he was really worried.

“There’s no need to worry. G-Dragon is underground.”

“You mean that giant magical beast from earlier. The way it was dealing with the Seven-Tailed Fox was like a carnivore hunting a herbivore. How on earth did you tame such a magical beast?”

Only a very few people knew about G-Dragon’s existence. Now Cliang knew, adding one more to the list.

“I became acquainted with him when I went to the West.”

“The West… The Black Anvil Tribe! I’ve always wondered how the Fifth Prince managed to get a stake in the magic stone mine. I think I have a rough idea now.”

“I’ll tell you in detail later. And Vice’s remains are over there.”

I turned around and pointed to a tree.

Vice’s sword was embedded in it.

That was what had pierced through the [Fortress of the Immortal] and left a scar on my cheek. Vice’s hand, severed from the middle of his forearm, was gripping the sword hilt tightly, which was a bit unpleasant to look at.

I picked up a branch lying nearby and approached. Tap, tap, I knocked off the hand of the guy I didn’t want to touch, and then pulled out the sword.

‘It’s intact.’

After checking with Ghost Hand [a technique or ability to sense the properties of objects], I found that it had a very high mithril content. He was said to be the least skilled of the only three 7-star knights in the kingdom, but he was using the best sword.

“Your Highness, Lady Reina is coming.”

Cliang said to me as I was examining the sword.

I raised my head and looked where he was looking, and saw Reina coming with heavy burdens in both hands.

Amica Arca, and the heads of the 6-star knight who had been escorting her.

‘She’d be happy if I gave her the sword as a gift, right?’

I thought I should send Vice’s sword to Gillud, the chief of the Black Anvil Tribe. He would be very happy if I melted it down and made a sword for Reina.

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A few days ago.

As usual, someone followed Cliang as he turned off all the lights in the Ministry of Finance and Economy and left.

It was Miloa.

She walked silently alongside Cliang, matching his pace, until they reached the carriage.

Cliang, who was getting into the White Earl’s carriage, asked her.

“Going to ride?”

“That’s why I came.”

Miloa took Cliang’s outstretched hand and got into the carriage.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes, Earl Cliang.”

The coachman slowly drove the carriage.

He was a temporary coachman who had been hastily assigned to drive Cliang’s carriage because the original coachman had contracted Red Star Fever [a fictional disease].

The coachman glanced at the time.

The person who was lying in bed with Red Star Fever had earnestly asked him to make sure to pass through the main gate at exactly 6:15, otherwise Cliang would clear his throat and twitch around his eyes.

Cliang kept it a secret, but anyone who had served him for a long time would notice his compulsions.

Just as the carriage was about to pass through the main gate of the palace on time.

Grumble.

A loud noise came from Miloa’s stomach.

Her face turned as red as a carrot.

“I, I didn’t have lunch. There was so much work because of the Red Star Fever.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re going home for dinner anyway, right? Let me join you then. I have something to tell you.”

In response to her words, Cliang tapped on the window on the coachman’s side.

“Let’s go to Golden Creamy [a restaurant].”

“Huh? Yes! Understood.”

A slightly flustered voice replied.

“Weren’t you supposed to have dinner at 7:30?”

“I had a light lunch, so I’m a little hungry.”

“That’s good.”

Miloa gently stroked her stomach. The embarrassment disappeared, and she felt happy at the thought of eating Golden Creamy’s cream pasta.

Suddenly, a report about Cliang that had been coming up from time to time came to her mind.

Suspected of having obsessive-compulsive disorder and germophobia?

‘Those morons, really.’

Golden Creamy was a pasta specialty food stall near the market. It was Miloa’s favorite place, even more than the finest restaurants.

You had to sit at makeshift tables and chairs inside a tent. It couldn’t be described as clean, even with the best intentions.

Miloa had eaten with Cliang at Golden Creamy quite often. There was no way a person with germophobia could pick up a fork and put food in their mouth there.

As far as she knew, Cliang was just a meticulous person who strictly followed his own rules and was a bit of a neat freak.

‘······ Is that obsessive-compulsive disorder and germophobia?’

Miloa, who was not a therapist, was a little confused. In the end, she decided to understand her subordinates who had filed the wrong report, thinking of it as borderline.

“But Red Star Fever is going around, is it okay to eat outside? You’re still a 1-star, right? Even if magic awakeners are almost immune, isn’t it a bit dangerous if you’re a 1-star?”

Cliang’s eyes twitched.

“Aren’t you a 1-star too?”

“Hmph. I recently embraced a new star during mana training. Now I can use 2-star magic too.”

“Congratulations. Is it almost 20 years since you entered the world of magic?”

“······ I apologize for provoking you first.”

“Good thinking.”

Miloa stopped the war that was only hurting her.

Clatter, clatter, clatter.

The carriage stopped.

Cliang got out first and took Miloa’s hand. The two of them opened the tent of Golden Creamy and went inside.

It was almost full.

It was in stark contrast to most restaurants, which were empty due to the Red Star Fever.

There were several reasons.

The landlady was a magic awakener.

Most of the customers were magic awakeners.

Most of all, it was a restaurant certified by Miloa.

“Who is this! Countess Miloa, it’s been so long… Oh my! Earl Cliang is here too! Everyone get out!! I’ll feed you until you burst if you come later, so get out quickly!”

The middle-aged landlady with graying hair chased out the customers. Even before she spoke, some people were gulping down pasta as if they were pouring it in and getting up from their seats.

It was a familiar sight.

Whenever Miloa visited, the landlady would always kick out all the customers.

She took out Miloa’s personal makeshift table, which she kept in the corner of the food stall, and set it up in the center of the tent.

“Thank you, Marilda. Please give us two servings of what we always get.”

“Please wait a moment.”

The landlady hung a sign at the entrance saying that she was closed and went to the kitchen.

The two people sat facing each other.

Miloa was the first to speak.

“I heard that there are movements within the White Earl family to replace the head of the family.”

“Your news is slow. What old story are you talking about?”

Her eyes were filled with embarrassment.

“You’ve already solved it? There’s no way….”

“Hmph, did you think I couldn’t handle even those greedy old men?”

“Yes. You became the head of the family by chance.”

Cliang was speechless for a moment at Miloa’s honest words. Soon, he cleared his throat once and opened his mouth.

“Anyway, it’s been resolved, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

“What do you mean worry? I was going to use you a little if you were kicked out of the family. You failed before you even started. Did you reconcile with the Second Prince? There’s no way that narrow-minded man would….”

“Figure it out yourself.”

The fact that he had secretly joined hands with the Fifth Prince, Evan, was something that should never be spread.

“Countess Miloa, Earl Cliang. Here is the delicious Golden Creamy’s special cream pasta!”

The landlady brought out the cream pasta that made their mouths water, just in time to ease the somewhat awkward atmosphere.

“Weren’t you hungry? Let’s eat first.”

“Well, let’s do that.”

Cliang watched Miloa twirl the pasta with her fork and bring it to her mouth. He also picked up his fork.

A little, no, honestly, a lot of black stains bothered him, but it was bearable. Cliang ate the pasta with an indifferent expression.

The two of them ate dinner in silence.

When Miloa’s stomach was somewhat full, Cliang put down his fork and opened his mouth.

“I was going to contact you soon anyway.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“There was something I wanted to confirm. Miloa, if something happened that was somewhat unfavorable to the First Prince but greatly benefited the entire kingdom, you wouldn’t interfere, would you?”

“Hmph, what do you think of me that you even need to confirm that? You know why I chose the First Prince, right?”

“It’s not because you’re childhood friends, and it’s not because the Christie Earl family has roots in the South. It’s because I judged that he’s the most decent prince and at least won’t ruin the kingdom. That’s what you said.”

“Wow, you remember every word without missing a single syllable? That’s right. If you just fix the personality that’s so polarizing, like how Earl Cliang hates him, it would be perfect. But that can be an advantage sometimes, so… But why are you suddenly asking that?”

Miloa’s eyes narrowed.

“You’re saying something like that will happen soon. What is it?”

“Find out for yourself.”

And now.

Currently.

Miloa finally knew what Cliang had said back then.

“So, this is what you were talking about….”

She stared intently at the document in front of her.

The sender was Cliang White.

Several parts of the official document seemed to be magnified in Miloa’s eyes.

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Subject: Request for detention and urgent measures regarding Damian Lionel, Prince of the Lionel Kingdom, and the Robruk Duchy.

… Damian Lionel is colluding with the Arya Kingdom….

… In cooperation with Vice, the Admiral of the Stone Coffin Navy, and Amica Arca, who entered the kingdom….

… Plotting to kidnap and murder Schuitz Leming, the hope for curing Red Star Fever….

… Cliang White, who noticed this in advance, could never turn a blind eye to this… No one can be trusted….

… Decided to reveal the truth to the Fifth Prince of the kingdom, Prince Evan….
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The content of the official document was beyond imagination, but the names of the people who appeared in it just made her chuckle. There was no incident that shook the kingdom without the Fifth Prince being involved.

Miloa shook her head.

‘That’s not the problem now.’

Collaborating with the Arya Kingdom to kidnap and murder Schuitz Leming and monopolize the cure for Red Star Fever?

This time, he crossed the line a bit too much.

‘I definitely need to detain the Second Prince….’

She became worried about how much the Fifth Prince’s position would rise because of this. A way to minimize his gains and minimize the damage to the First Prince….

Knock, knock.

“Come in. Just say what you need to say quickly.”

A subordinate who hurriedly opened the door opened his mouth.

“The Fifth Prince is preparing to give a speech in Barona Square!”

Miloa pressed down on her throbbing temples.

It was the Fifth Prince who didn’t give her any time to think. She wanted to run over there and smack him in the back of the head.

‘I have to move first.’

It was obvious what kind of speech he would give.

What if the Royal Secret Service dragged its feet and the Second Prince escaped? The aftermath would be enormous. The Fifth Prince would have definitely prepared for such a situation.

“Contact the 1st Knight Order and the Inspection Department.”

“Yes? We don’t even know what kind of speech it is, why go so far to stop it….”

“What nonsense are you talking about! It’s an emergency. Detain Damian Lionel, the Second Prince of the kingdom.”

“Yes! Huh?”

The Secret Service agent, who had reflexively answered, thought his eyes would pop out at the words that came out of Miloa’s mouth.