The Extra Wants To Live

The meeting was conducted somewhat formally because all the behind-the-scenes discussions had already been concluded before Carl arrived.

Although he was a prince and an archduke, Carl readily decided to submit to Milione.

This attitude seemed somewhat unsettling to Milione, who was officially known as one of Charles' most ardent supporters.

Even if it appears that Carl has given in now, he may still be able to seize actual command on the scene. But Carl had no such intentions, and Milione, who had secretly heard the full story of the incident, had no intention of doing anything useless either.

All the highest powers of the empire, who have no room to be fooled by ideas like equality for all, are joining hands amicably.

At this very moment, without any complicated political intentions, everyone is holding the sword tightly in their hands to cut off the neck of heresy. And the sharpest sword was in Carl's hands.

"I will dispatch Master Jaren."

The dispatch of the Master, the sharpest sword of the Morgan Empire, had been decided.

Jaren did not attend the meeting.

Among the masters, there are those who gain power and exert influence in practice.

Jaren is a relatively recent Master and was clearly still burning with childish ambitions until two years ago. So it was a bit of a surprise to many that Jaren didn't show up for the meeting.

Carl thought Jaren will roll his eyes and crawl in.

Anyway, Jaren didn't attend the meeting, and his treatment was decided without him.

The meeting quickly ended, and Carl exchanged greetings with those he hadn't seen in a year.

"You've grown a lot more manly in the time since I last saw you."

"The story of His Highness the Grand Duke's heroic deeds resonates throughout the Empire."

The nobles of the military, whose expedition had been confirmed, approached Carl one after another and praised him. It's been decades since the last major battle.

It would be a great honor just to be sent out to solve such a grand affair, and even to be working with Carl, who is pursuing his military career in the eastern part of the Empire in these peaceful times, would make for a good story.

"Hahaha, that's too much praise. It was possible because the knights and soldiers fought harder than I did. I'd rather sit back and watch the capable ones fight than fight for how long I can fight?"

Carl gave a hearty laugh and passed the credit to his subordinates.

But since everyone knew that the biggest reason Carl was praised was because he always fought at the forefront, leading everyone, it felt very humble and kind.

"Lady Catherine has become the commander of the 2nd division and has been performing brilliantly. She has always been my strongest sword and shield."

"Wouldn't it be possible to select such excellent knight only if you have great insight?"

"If the Dukes had seen Catherine fight that day, they would have had no choice but to choose her."

Charles held Catherine in very high esteem and also gave her lip service so that those who had dismissed her as a mere knight without knowing her excellence would not feel ashamed.

"His Highness the Grand Duke has just arrived at the palace. He must also be leaving for his campaign tomorrow, so we cannot afford to hold him back any longer."

Milione spoke politely and pushed away those who had gathered around him.

"Thank you for your consideration, Hansval. We will have plenty of time to spare before we reach Palton Ridge, so let's talk again then."

"I will be waiting, Your Highness."

Carl smiled, shook hands with Milione, and strode away alone, his gleaming armor clanking and his red cloak billowing.

"…You turned 18 this year, right?"

"Yeah, but he already looks like a grown-up detective."

Although he takes a slightly different approach from Azgoth, Carl shows off a strong charisma befitting a ruler.

Even Nero, a genius who reached the pinnacle of nothingness too early and became a master at the age of 20, cannot feel that kind of momentum.

"…Your face is like a hunting dog running towards its owner."

"Oh, I'm busy, so don't talk to me."

… Now, Carl was grimacing because of Nero, who was blocking his way to Lilly.

"You didn't even say hello to your brother?"

"I'm glad you're doing well. That's all."

"Hey, you've grown even more shameless than before."

Nero grabbed Carl's shoulder as he tried to pass by and stopped him.

"…."

"… ."

Carl stopped abruptly, and the two brothers looked at each other.

"The Master is quite powerful."

"Strength… has improved quite a bit."

Nero narrowed his eyes at Carl's words.

Nero used mana and could sense it from Carl. He was surprised that Carl was able to control mana in such a short period of time, but he was also a little bewildered by Carl's small amount of mana.

This is not a power that can be possessed with just this amount of mana.

Carl's power clearly surpassed common sense. It is quite high among general mana users. With such a thin body, it is impossible with only a handful of mana.

It wasn't that Carl was deceiving Nero.

For the past time, the mana he gained the moment he ate the Frostwind Corpse Flower had barely grown and was just standing still.

Nevertheless, Carl had acquired great physical abilities and felt no impatience.

"I got like that because I was out riding a horse all day."

"… … Yeah, the outside air is nice."

Nero chuckled at Carl's beating around the bush and let it slide without asking any questions. That's not important.

"Brother, you really can't go out anymore, but you don't seem to be doing too badly."

"Can't you just throw away a watchdog that you've been raising at home for a long time?"

Nero became a master and was able to change the situation with just his power. As for politics, he left all the burden on Carl, and as a master, he gained the strength to defend himself when the time came.

He became a master at the age of 20, so there's no telling how strong he'll become in the future.

In other words, if you touch something without any power, there is no way to handle the consequences.

Because of this, Bella, the mother of Nero, was freed from complex and dark political intentions. Nero found his own way.

Of course, now Nero will really have to live without freedom for the rest of his life. The Master is a strategic weapon and cannot be left to wander around carelessly.

"Well, Brother Aric would be better than Your Majesty. His personality… ."

"Old-fashioned and inflexible."

"Yeah, it's a tight fit. With that kind of personality, I wouldn't use my younger sister's mother as bait."

"In that case, I would rather demote you to make you take responsibility. You could even become a Grand Duke." Stay tuned with m _v _lemp _yr.

"No, I will just remain Master Nero. I can enjoy myself as much as I want while receiving much favor from Brother Aric."

"You're trying to sell your little brother off to have fun all by yourself. You're such a loser."

"Who told you to do something like that..

really don't know how you did it."

Nero smiled bitterly and patted his younger brother's shoulder, who had grown up so much.

If only Nero had the political power, clear vision, and firm determination of Carl.

Then… the situation wouldn't have become so complicated.

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