The Extra Wants To Live

The day of departure dawned...

Carl woke up with difficulty in the early morning with Lily's help. His body is sore from horseback riding and swordsmanship training for two days in a row with a body that has not been able to move properly for 16 years.

"Wouldn't it be a good idea to get treatment from Milton?"

Lilly asks worriedly. Carl shook his head.

"Then my muscles won't grow. I have to endure it."

Lilly felt like she was going crazy because she was worried about Carl.

She cannot follow Carl to Baron Hilfin.

There are many complicated reasons, but the truth is that Azgoth chose Lilly as a leash to control Carl.

Carl sat for a moment to catch his breath and then stood up.

In fact, Carl did not need treatment from Milton. Milton knows that, Lilly knows it, and Carl knows it better than anyone else.

Carl's body apparently recovered impossibly quickly.

In addition to the strength and stamina that cannot come from his body, even though he would not have been able to even lift a wooden sword, he is able to stand up even after being roughed up for two days.

Carl recalled how the heat and cold that swirled inside him had seeped into his body without being converted into mana, and thanks to that, his destroyed body was restored.

'It's unexpected luck.'

It's a shame that he can't use a lot of mana, but he will get it someday. The power to control his body right away is more valuable.

Carl finished grooming himself with Lilly help, put on the armor and sword he had become accustomed to after two days of training, and then wrapped the bulky and uncomfortable cloak around his shoulders.

The red cloak has the emblem symbolizing the Hardion imperial family embroidered in gold thread.

A suri sitting on a horizontal scale and looking down with its wings spread.

'That sentence doesn't make sense.'

Carl secretly laughed bitterly. He can tell without even looking at how much everyone will laugh at him.

The clothes had become a little small and uncomfortable, and on the other hand, the cloak was so long that it was almost dragging on the floor. He is no different from a comical clown.

Nevertheless, Carl proudly puffed out his chest and walked forward.

"Lilly, I'll be back."

"Master Carl… . take care. please."

Carl carefully hugged Lilly, who had tears in her eyes.

Lilly also hugs Carl's back with trembling hands.

One can't think of them as a prince of an empire and a maid of lowly birth, who are not related by blood; they look like family.

Carl left the room, leaving Lilly behind.

Harman, who does not have to take care of Carl thanks to his job being taken over by Lilly, and Milton, the imperial doctor who was dispatched together to ensure the survival of the royal family, follow him.

Although it was still early, Carl knew that everything would be ready.

Because they did not send an officer to command the 30 soldiers who would join in the subjugation mission, Catherine was the commander. She would do all her work thoroughly and not waste time.

In the first place, a knight must hone not only martial arts but also strategy, tactics, and mercenary skills.

He'll leave it to Catherine for now, but Carl will also have to learn a lot from her step by step.

"Master Carl."

Catherine, who had completed preparations in advance in return for Carl's trust, lined up the soldiers as soon as Carl came out and briefly reported on the number of soldiers, their status, supply, and movement routes.

Carol nods his head at the flawless and perfectly clean report, and looks around at the soldiers who are trying to keep their expressions blank.

'It's shabby.'

It is a place where the prince of an empire receives orders from the emperor and sets out on a mission to subdue monsters, but there is no one to see him off.

Additionally, the morale of the soldiers is almost at an all-time low. They won't run away or fight roughly, but they won't fight hard either.

There is no one to trust except Bilford, who glances around with a dissatisfied face along with Catherine.

"ha ha ha."

Carl laughed, shaking his small shoulders as if he were buried in a cloak.

Flowing blond hair covers his face. People thought he was laughing at his own situation.

However, the moment Carl raised his head and soldiers saw his delicate-looking, thin face smiling, They couldn't help but be entranced.

It wasn't that Carl was pessimistic about his situation, but he seemed to be smiling purely as if he was having fun.

In this situation, are you laughing?

Have you truly gone crazy?

Or do you think we are going on a picnic?

That was the question on most soldiers head but no one dared to open their mouth.

"Let's go out."

"… yes."

Catherine hesitated for a moment at Carl's pure voice and then answered in a firm voice.

Instead of pushing away from Harman's support, Carl stumbled and struggled to get into the carriage. The way he is so careful not to step on the hem of his cloak makes him worry about whether he can walk properly.

Carl left everything to Catherine and even covered the carriage windows.

"We are heading out."

With Catherine's voice as the starting point, a shabby punitive force sets out.

Without anyone to see him off, Carl left the imperial palace.

"… … ."

However, there was someone who secretly saw Carl off.

Adrian, who had been watching Carl's every move from afar, closed his eyes. The red-yellow eyes disappeared into the darkness, and Adrian quietly moved on.

He wanted to plant someone near Carl, but he couldn't even try because Azgoth started things too suddenly and only attached 30 soldiers.

Is it a coincidence? Or was it intentional?

Adrian withdrew his judgment on Carol.

First of all, Carl is an unknown dangerous molecule.