How To Survive as a Crazy Prince

“Kuh… … !!”

A long horizontal wound formed on the bridge of Eugene’s nose, and drops of blood split the air.

I took a few steps back and put the sword in the scabbard. and took a breath

“My victory. yes?”

And asked Eugene. Eugene touched the wound on his face with an expression of disbelief. A lot of blood came out.

“How are you, are you okay? Didn’t it go all the way to the bones?”

I approached Eugene and asked. After pressing the wound to stop the bleeding and removing his hand, Eugene’s face was covered in blood.

“… … I guess so.”

Wiping the blood off his face with his hand, Eugene answered. There was no resentment or hostility in that expression. Rather, it felt like something was relieved.

“That’s good.”

To leave such a villain-like scar on the face of a person who was the same as the main character of the original work, I thought that I had committed a terrible thing.

But it’s not such a bad feeling. To be honest, it’s pretty frustrating.

I may be worse than I look. No, it just looks bad.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. Wild and fine.”

“Thank you very much for that.”

When I praised him sarcasticly with a mixture of sincerity, Eugene replied with a glaring look as if he was dumbfounded.

“So what are we going to do now? Could you judge me by the sword?”

“At least I knew for sure that I wasn’t just getting ahead of myself.”

“… … I am.”

After fighting together like that in the mission, are you talking about motivation or what?

“Tell me honestly. It’s confirmed, you’re sleeping, and you’re just getting annoyed and wanting to fight, right? Didn’t you think it would make you feel better if you patted it cleanly?”

I asked the suspicion that I had been thinking about while reading the original work. Each time, after arguing for a long time, I would somehow persuade them by knocking on them and telling them to speak with a sword. There were people who said it was cool, but there were also a lot of people who said that it was just pushing people with violence because they were speechless.

“I can’t even deny it.”

“Because I knew it would be like this. Well, it’s the same thing that annoys me.”

Honestly, it’s a development that’s convenient for the writer. I did use it the other way too.

“Then, will you help me now? You and I have the same dislike of Parabellum, so there’s no reason we can’t cooperate. Unless you are assimilated into the ideology of Parabellum.”

“Let me help.”

“good. And with this, the story ends. It’s nice to be cool.”

“There is something I want to ask you.”

As soon as I was about to end the situation satisfactorily, Eugene asked a question. I let out a deep sigh.

“Do you know how many times there are things I want to ask you? What?”

“They said they died and then came back to life. Why are you dead?”

“… … .”

I remembered Mikhail’s death. There were a lot of complicated circumstances, but there was one thing I remembered for sure.

It was Eugene who killed me.

“It’s too long to explain.”

Having said that, it’s just confusing.

“I lost everything and died after being used to the fullest by Iron Blood. Is this enough?”

“… … okay. Thanks for telling me.

“Again, dying like that is absolutely unacceptable. It was the worst death ever.”

I raised both hands and made exaggerated gestures as I spoke in disgust. Eugene looked at me with a strange gaze.

“So you’re trying to change Sangvis?”

“okay. I need a better world to survive.”

At first, I thought it would be okay to inherit power in moderation, but I don’t think it will be that easy. It is obvious that the position of crown prince will be targeted and used by nobles and Parabellum. If you don’t actively get ahead, you’ll be damned.

“We need to get out of the old system. f*ck the emperor and whatever. It is to liquidate the evils that have been eaten since the founding of the Iron Blooded Nation. Wouldn’t you like that too?”

In order to do so, this structure, the evils of ferri blood, must be liquidated.

“okay. No more events like the Saratov Rebellion are allowed.”

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Silence lingered, as if there was nothing more to say.

“Did you suspect I had contact with Parabellum?”

Just when I was about to say that this is enough, let’s break it down, Yujin asked. I swallowed my words and looked at Eugene in silence.

“The day before the entrance ceremony to the Knights Academy, I met a man who calls himself Parabellum at the train station.”

“… … !”

It was a story about a part that I did not know about and was not described in the original work.

“He talked about the need to change Sangvis Sangvis. They said that if you want peace, you should prepare for war, and you were talking about starting a revolution.”

“So what did you do?”

“I declined.”

Eugene said firmly.

“I don’t want to accept help from those suspicious guys.”

I laughed at Eugene’s answer. Was the worry unfounded?

“Still, wasn’t the goal the same?”

“It is true that I went to the knights academy because I wanted to change my blood and iron status. However, I wanted to do whatever I wanted with my own strength. Being a puppet is a requirement.”

After hearing the answer, I thought that the real Eugene might be a better guy than the original.

‘It’s going to be much more difficult to control that much.’

In the end, plus or minus zero.

“And I, on the other hand, thought you might have something to do with Parabellum.”

“We talked about that during the mission as well. Because I was in Saratov?”

“We talked about changing the world. Later, I met Parabellum and tried it. It must have been a misunderstanding.”

“I wanted you to know. But how does Parabellum want to change the world?”

“I don’t know because I didn’t ask.”

“I guess so. It’s just a rough guess.”

Judging from his actions and images so far, Parabellum was a typical war merchant. It probably won’t be much different from what you’re actually aiming for. The true intention is currently unknown.

“This should be enough. I lost a lot of blood and I feel dizzy.”

“If that’s the case, before going back… … .”

“But let me make one thing clear.”

Eugene cut me off and said. What else is the problem? I’m getting tired.

“The story never ends. so what else… … .”

“I hate you.”

“… … what?”

It was suddenly and flatly denied. In an instant, the accident stopped.

“I just hate it emotionally. I would cooperate, but I don’t want to be friendly.”

“… … .”

Heat rose up in my head. Wanting to slash again, my hand naturally turned to the sword.

“… … Who asked you to be friends when? Are you really, really annoying?”

He barely endured pulling out his sword. But the anger did not subside.

“You mean, you don’t have any friends because you always come out like that. huh?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“you… … . ha. let’s not talk damn it.”

I was so annoyed that, on the contrary, I became cold. Even though he was strong, I felt pitiful for him to be truly angry with the common people, so I sighed and shook my head.

“Then go. Have a good weekend.”

“stop.”

I grabbed the hem of Eugene’s clothes as he turned around. He glanced at me as if asking what Eugene was.

“You want to go back like that and start spreading rumors everywhere that you fought a duel?”

The blood that he thought had stopped flowing from Eugene’s wound was flowing again. If you go back like this, it’s obvious what you’ll hear around you.

“Get killed by Katyusha and go, you pathetic loser.”

“… … don’t let that happen.”

I said it sarcastically, but Eugene answered calmly. That attitude annoyed me again.

“And I don’t like you very much either?”

“know.”

My hands are itching to cut it off. I sincerely regretted that I should have cut the scar vertically instead of horizontally to make it funny.

“Katyusha, wake up.”

I cautiously returned to the dormitory and woke up Katyusha, who was sleeping downstairs in the special room.

“Um… … . Whoa. What’s going on, Bocchan? On the back… … ?!”

Seeing Yujin behind her, whose face was covered in blood, Katyusha was startled and rolled over on the side of the bed. It was a frightening look I had never seen before.

“Do, Bocchan, behind… … !”

“This is Eugene. not a ghost You fought a duel with me and lost, so you’re like that.”

“Ah, a duel… … ?! Do, is the young master alright?”

Katyusha, who was clinging to the word duel, asked in bewilderment.

“As you can see, I am fine. Treat it appropriately and send it back. I’m tired, so don’t go up.”

After answering concisely, I went up to the special room, leaving Eugene behind. And collapsed on the bed.

“… … .”

And stayed still for a while. I wanted to sleep like this.

“It’s so annoying… … .”

But I was so annoyed that it was difficult to fall asleep.

I somehow fell asleep and woke up the next morning. No, it was lunch.

After tossing and turning, he fell asleep excessively due to the late sleep and the violent movements in the duel.

“You slept for a long time today. Are there any places where you feel uncomfortable?”

“doesn’t exist. are you okay.”

I put my throbbing head on and answered Katyusha.

I was in a bad mood because the biorhythm I had always followed was broken. I thought I’d like to roll over and spread out in bed for a day, but it wasn’t like this.

“… … Has he gone?”

After the headache subsided, I asked Katyusha. Katyusha nodded.

“First of all, urgent measures were taken. The wound is quite deep, so even if you use healing magic, the scar will remain.”

“That went well. It looks good.”

Even if you say you scratched my nerves at the end, in the end, I am the winner. Think of that defeat every time you look in the mirror. I felt a little better.

“Has there been any messages?”

I asked in a slightly relieved mood.

“yes. Say thank you, and… … .”

Katyusha stopped talking and hesitated. And he took a deep breath as if he was nervous.

“I’m sorry to say this, but since it’s a message, I’ll do it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Even so, the things you don’t like are still the same.”

“… … .”

I touched my forehead. And calmed the anger that was seething in his body.

“… … firewood.”

The words I barely managed to get out were firewood.

“yes?”

“I want to break the firewood. I don’t think I’ll feel better unless I hit something.”

I thought that chopping firewood with an ax would somehow make me feel like a beggar. Cutting Yujin would be the most refreshing, but that would be too much since it would leave an unpleasant aftertaste. It’s enough to point a finger at the scar later and make fun of it.

“So firewood… … ? Hey, where would you like to go?”

“Ask the restaurant. If there is, it’s probably there. request.”

“Um, that… … . yes. All right.”

Katyusha stammered with a look that had a lot to say, then nodded and left the room. I took a deep breath quietly in the room left alone.

“… … .”

and hit the wall The wall cracked with a bang. Is it because of training, or is it because of anger? The fist didn’t hurt.

“… … Whoa.”

To be honest,

“I really want to kill him… … .”

I’m much more angry than when I was Prime Minister.