How To Survive as a Crazy Prince

“He’s a strong man wearing a hood… … .”

this is me

“He was a man who dealt with rebels, rioters, four or five by himself.”

Also I was right I didn’t know that my story would suddenly come out here.

“He said to change the world.”

definitely said that. It was originally intended by Eugene’s father to make the world a better place by making an effort to prevent this from happening.

“Perhaps he was the man behind the Saratov rebellion.”

Why is it like that, you asshole!

I almost screamed involuntarily, but I managed to hold it in. People around me were looking at me as if I was in a hurry.

“Why do you think so, Eugene?”

“If you ask me to explain, I don’t know. I just felt that way. But I can say for sure that he was no ordinary person.”

There was not even a reason. My head was throbbing.

When he was the target of empathy, he would do it no matter what he said, but when he became the person he was dealing with, he was just a self-righteous and irritating guy.

“… … Let me know if you know anything else. What kind of person were you?”

I swallowed my irritation and pretended to be calm. Eugene looked at me intently.

“I don’t know the details because we talked for a while. but… … .”

I felt a bit of suspicion in Eugene’s gaze looking at me.

“He looks pretty much like you.”

“Disrespectful!”

Proud shouted as if he couldn’t hear any more.

“No matter how much you are a student at the same knight academy and even in the same grade, there are things you can and cannot do! Don’t forget the crown prince’s identity too much, Eugene!”

“are you okay. Calm down, Proud.”

I stopped Proud from running out to grab Eugene at any moment and calmed him down with my arm. Proud looked at me, unable to hide his resentment, as if he couldn’t understand it, and then quietly shut his mouth.

“… … I don’t remember ever having a twin sister or a brother. Don’t talk too much, Eugene.”

But I didn’t feel too good either. When someone else said it like sh*t, I understood it like sh*t.

“So Eugene, what do you think of his thoughts?”

“Is this a thought test?”

“I just want to hear your honest opinion. I already know that there is no manners before thinking.”

I sighed in disgust at Eugene’s consistently aggressive attitude.

“Because I also think Sangvis should change.”

And he added in a clear tone. A strange commotion arose among the students as well as Eugene. He must have never thought that such radical words would come out of the mouth of the prince.

“… … Tragedy like what happened in Saratov is not allowed to happen again. That’s it. I apologize for the rudeness.”

Eugene averted my gaze and apologized while answering my question. Even so, he did not show respect.

“I’m glad you’re conscious of being rude.”

Is the tragedy that Eugene is talking about the rebels or the atrocities of the military that massacred the citizens of Saratov? I wanted to ask what it was, but I stopped.

Most likely it will be both.

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“The wounded are now stable. It was hard… … .”

After some time had passed since the strategy meeting, Fromm approached the table where I was sitting, looking exhausted, and pulled a chair and sat down.

“It’s a lot of trouble. Are you okay?”

“I’ve done field hospital support missions a few times, but this was the first time I was receiving on-site treatment.”

Fromm fell flat on the table. It looks like a stretched out cat. If you look at her behavior, she might feel more like an animal than Mi-ryung.

“Treatment wasn’t difficult, but it’s a little tiring mentally. It may not be suitable for treatment.”

Fromm muttered in a low voice. Even if he has excellent healing magic, mental strength is a different matter. Since Fromm has a bright personality, he must have been this calm.

“Because you were calm, the other kids were able to be okay. good job.”

“Thank you for the compliment. Oh, and thanks for stopping. I didn’t know because it was so crazy at the time, but I heard it late and found out.”

Fromm raised his upper body and nodded. He is a very polite child. It would be really nice if someone could imitate me.

“It is natural. To attack the medic, rotten bastards.”

I crossed my arms and remembered what had happened at that time. Even thinking about it again makes me angry.

“Wars need laws. The medic must decide not to attack. We have to fight the right war.”

“I don’t know if there is such a thing as a good war.”

At my words, Fromm muttered with an expression of disapproval. I opened my eyes wide as I felt that I had been stabbed in the right direction.

“Oh, that’s a mistake. sorry! Sounds like a good idea!”

Belatedly, I waved my hands around and denied it, probably thinking that Fromm might have offended me.

“… … no. That might be right.”

I waved my hand saying it was okay. It wasn’t that wrong.

“I just want to find a bit of reason in the madness.”

That wouldn’t be so wrong. Madness, Fromm repeated as if he was not sure.

The next day, the search was resumed.

Perhaps it was because of yesterday’s experience, everyone was looking at their feet seriously and were vigilant. The picnic-like, floating atmosphere that had remained until yesterday was gone.

“The trap has been identified and removed!”

“Good job. How many have you already had?”

Receiving the report from the communication seat, Proud made an annoyed impression. In order to overcome the numerical inferiority, there were a lot of traps in the forest. It was to the point where I thought it was a miracle that I only stepped on one yesterday.

“Set traps, cowardly bastards.”

“If we were in a defensive position, we would have done the same thing. It’s true that they’re annoying people.”

I responded to Proud’s words and looked around. I didn’t feel a certain popularity. I felt a gaze from time to time, but it disappeared before I could check it. It’s a pretty annoying move.

“It’s Mi-ryeong. One, confirmed.”

At this rate, I was worried that I might be under siege before I knew it, but I heard Mi-ryung’s voice from the communication seat.

“Where are you? tell me in detail.”

“From Proud-sama’s standards, it’s northwest, above the tree. Watching this… … Haaa.”

While talking, Mi-ryung made a strange noise like a cat meowing. A strange silence lingered for a moment.

“Sin, sorry! I made a disgusting animal sound! Because of the magical power of the forest, I’m not feeling well… … .”

“are you okay. I’m doing my best. Really helpful.”

Proud cleared his throat and answered. And he glared to the northwest. However, he only clicked his tongue as if he couldn’t see anything in particular.

“… … I can see.”

After activating the boost up to level 3, I checked the enemy from a distance of about 100m. He had a gun in one hand and binoculars in the other, looking this way.

‘He’s wearing high-end items that are hard to find even in the military.’

After all, I was sure that Parabellum was behind it.

“Proud.”

I grabbed my sword and lowered my stance.

“yes. I am listening.”

“Cut it down for a while and come back.”

And just ran out. Proud said something, but it was drowned out by the sound of the wind. The wind pressure when running with the 3rd level boost was similar to riding a motorcycle in modern times.

“… … !!”

The enemy found me running. Then he hurriedly pointed the gun at me. I grabbed my sword.

As soon as the enemy’s muzzle sparked, he drew his sword.

Caang!

The bullet was cut by the sword and split into two parts, passing behind me. I saw the enemy startled, and I jumped from the roots. He sprinted up and jumped even higher.

The enemy is close. I kicked off the ground and spun in the air. Loading the sword with electric shock, twisting the magnetic field, he raised his speed to the maximum.

“Lightning Slash.”

Reciting a rough-and-tumble routine, I cut my sword down at a right angle at the enemy who was looking up at me with a stunned face. A little lightning flashed.

“Heeheee!!”

After neatly splitting the gun the enemy had lifted to block it, I also cut the branch my black man was up on.

“Whoaaa!!”

When the place to put one foot collapsed, the enemy lost his balance and fell to the floor.

“Huh, heh! Oops, aaa… … !!”

I put my sword in the right hand of the man who was scrambling to get up from the ground. The sword pierced the man’s right hand and plunged deep into the ground.

“Ah, Crown Prince!! If you suddenly run away like that… … !!”

Proud, who arrived late, caught his breath when he saw me subdue the enemy. The students who followed him were equally astonished.

“The hunt is a success. Let’s rip something off him.”

“Ugh, uh, uh… … !”

I stomped on the enemy’s back and laughed happily.

“I was amazed that he could catch a prisoner alive so quickly!”

Fromm exclaimed joyfully in front of the tightly bound prisoner.

“Ugh, cuugh. sh*t… … . Iron-Blooded Dogs… … !”

Blood continued to flow slowly from the prisoner’s hands as they trembled with rage. Fortunately, I avoided a large blood vessel, but it was a penetrating wound. it would hurt terribly

“First, heal your wounds. And listen to the story.”

“yes. All right!”

Fromm saluted happily. Some of the students around her were puzzled by her bright appearance, which made her not feel the death of yesterday.

“Then I will treat your hand.”

Fromm sat in front of the prisoner, stroking my sword-pierced hand and reciting a spell, a routine. Perhaps as an orthodox believer, Fromm’s routine was mostly composed of phrases expressing gratitude to God.

“… … .”

As if he hadn’t thought of a situation in which a pretty child (albeit a manswearing suit) was treating him, the prisoner, who had been swearing until just before, shut his mouth. The cracked back of the hand gradually narrowed and began to heal. It was phenomenal speed.

But even so, Fromm’s routine wasn’t over.

“Morse at Vita Duelo, Conflicsere Mirando, Dux Vite Mortous… … .”

Fromm continued to recite the routine in a low voice with his head down, and the prisoner trembled as if he felt an ominous feeling.

“Now, wait. What are you doing, oh! aaa… … !!!”

And started screaming The reason was obvious.

It was because his hand, which had healed, started twisting and rotting right away.

A treatment that only Fromm, an A-rank holder of healing magic, could use——no, torture. overtreatment.

“Did you think I would interrogate you calmly?”

After stopping the routine, Fromm looked up and faced the prisoner.

“Introduce yourself. I am a medic and torture technician, a cadet from Fromm.”

With a bright smile, Fromm introduced himself.

“Let’s talk together.”

“Ugh, bad, cuaaa… … !!”

The interrogation, which turned into torture, began with Fromm snapping off the twisted prisoner’s finger.