The Extra Wants To Live

As Carl leaves the room, Harmon bows his head politely.

Harman is a new servant officially given to Carl by Azgoth.

With brown hair, brown eyes, tall height, and a pure white face, he appears to be more noble than Carl.

That's because, as he is an imperial servant, Harman also comes from a powerful family.

Family power is given to the eldest son, so it was fortunate that Haman, the third son who had nothing to receive, was able to become an imperial servant.

Even if he hadn't become Carl's personal attendant, he would have had a bright future since he was still young.

"This is Harman, who will be serving Carl from today."

For a moment, Carl pulled the collar of his stiff, tight clothes and lifted his chin to look at Harman.

"Harman, have you been ordered to report my every move?"

"… ."

For something he had heard from a member of the royal family at the palace, it was too direct, so Harman paused for a moment.

"… Yes, that is what I was ordered to do."

"Are you speaking directly to Your Majesty? Or does it go through someone else?"

"The report will go up through the Chamberlain."

"Great. Let's go to the knight commander."

Even though Harman walked ahead of Carl's orders, he couldn't understand why Carl had asked that question.

And it was unexpected that Carl, who had been acting like an animal at the party, walked with a confident gait and gave orders to himself as if it were natural.

However, raising his voice is a bit uncomfortable. Still, it is not the subordinate's job to point out each and every one of them.

All Harman had to do was follow Carl, assist with office work, and report on him.

'If the report goes to Chamberlain Orten, I don't have to worry. Orten is a loyal hand to Azgoth, so he will only convey information to Azgoth, being careful not to let the information leak to other places.'

Carl must prove to Azgoth that he has the potential to become emperor. He cannot hide himself even from Azgoth. Then he will be thrown into the abyss without any support.

However, that does not mean it is advisable to be an enemy of Aric or Adrian.

For now, he have to hide in Azgoth's' shadow and pretend to play around for a while, then seize the opportunity to seize power.

'Impiral Knights....I don't know who will I'll get.'

Carl thought about the contents of the original story as he boarded a carriage with Harman's help to move from the overly spacious imperial palace to the residence of the imperial knights.

There is one young knight in the Imperial Knights who remains active even after Adrian becomes emperor.

He is so talented that even when there are signs of power inflation, he doesn't fall behind at all and catches up fiercely, so it will definitely not be the end of it, but he will be an important character who will become one of the main characters.

Above all, it is the type of talent that Carl needs most now.

He's a knight so loyal that he doesn't even blink even though he's called the emperor's bastard.

***

When he headed to the headquarters of the Knights, Gilbert Eville, commander of the Imperial Knights, came out on time and was waiting for him.

The position of knight commander had hidden political intentions that were too complex to be elevated simply by force, and although Gilbert was knight commander, he was an old man who was too old to fight on the front lines.

At first glance, he looks like an old man with difficulty moving due to his white hair, wrinkled skin, and shrunken muscles.

However, no one knows that this old man is a great master who has held his position as the leader of the knights for decades and served as the shield of the Hardion imperial family.

This is no joke, he is a dangerous old man who could kill Carll without even lifting a finger.

"Master Carl, this is Gilbert, Commander of the Imperial Knights."

Gilbert greeted him with a friendly smile.

Although he had the status of Commander of the Imperial Knights, that did not mean he was a high-ranking nobleman. In terms of form, that is.

"This is Carol. nice to meet you master Evill."

"Please call me Sir Gilbert."

"Yes, Sir Gilbert."

Carl smiles and offers his hand. And Gilbert also smiles and shakes hands.

Carl was startled by an eerie feeling for a moment and shook off Gilbert's hand.

"Oh my, I'm sorry. I guess I squeezed it too hard."

"… Oh that…no."

Gilbert did not feel embarrassed, but smiled softly and overlooked Carl's rude behavior.

But it was Gilbert, not Carl, who was truly rude.

'It's mana!'

Carl shuddered as he realized that it was Gilbert's mana that was climbing around his hand.

He was worried that it might be the leader of the Imperial Knights who had enormous power, so he traced Carl with mana in that brief moment.

Like a snake or a fox.

The feeling of Mana smiling with dark yet narrowed eyes.

In the original work, Gilbert is a character of little importance. This is because he already retired before Adrian became emperor, so he appears a little in the beginning and then leaves just like that.

But when He ctually met him, he was also a scary person.

Carl came to his senses.

'Wow, he has quite a bit of mana. It's also quite... … .'

Gilbert smiled through his narrowed eyes at the fact that Carol, who had spent his entire life lying in his room and was on the verge of death until a few days ago, had mana.

The amount of mana itself is small, but that doesn't really matter.

What is important is the essence of a person, which can be felt from mana and can only be felt by those who handle mana.

Gilbert could feel Carl's essence through his mana.

That is very valuable.