The Extra Wants To Live

Even though Carl returned, the imperial palace remained quiet.

It took a whopping four times longer than Nero, who had returned from the subjugation mission in just a week in the original.

Since Carl's records were all that were available, the only person to compare was Carl. But even if it took almost a month just to complete the mission, it was too late.

And this was natural for everyone. No one expected it. Even Nero and Lilly didn't think Carl would do well. One person, and only one person, had high hopes for Carl and was disappointed.

Azgoth did not show his face once, even though his son Carl, who had gone on a campaign under his orders, returned.

Funnily enough, the only person in this huge imperial palace who had high hopes for Carl was Emperor Azgoth.

And Azgoth was very disappointed that Carl was only struggling with subjugating gnolls and decided that it was not worth investing more in him.

Of course, there was no way Carl was going to let this go.

"Lord Carl, Lord Carl! I will report to the Chamberlain, so wait until then!"

"Yes? Why you?"

"Lord Carl! Please!"

Harman desperately pleaded with Carl, who innocently tilted his head as if he couldn't understand.

"A son is going to see his father. Is this such a big deal?"

However, Carl just smiled and spoke in a pure voice to Harman, who was trying to block him, and then walked past him with great strides.

Harman felt like his eyes would roll when he heard that Carl would meet His Majesty, the busy emperor, personally.

"Ah, the servant there."

"Yes, yes? Are you talking about me?"

"Yes."

As for 'the servant', he turned around.

"Where is my father now?"

"… … ."

The servant looked at Harman struggling roughly behind Carl and said after thinking about it.

"His Majesty the Emperor is in his office."

Harman screamed silently and tore out his hair. No, well, if the prince wants to criticize him, he should criticize him. Can you help me?

"All right. Thank you."

"Yes, Lord Carl."

The attendant smiled softly at Carl, who said thank you, bowed her head, and took a small step back. It's embarrassing, but Card don't hate it when the royal family treats him so politely.

"Harman, what are you doing? Let's go quickly. I don't even know where the office is."

"… … I will guide you."

In the end, Harman gave up everything and guided Carl with a smile.

' I don't know anymore. It's not my fault, so it'll be okay. … … is it?'

Carl, who arrived in front of the emperor's office, smiled calmly and spoke to the attendant and knight guarding the door.

"Can I come in?"

"… Please wait a moment."

That… He guess it's not okay to ask that...

With confused eyes, the servant carefully entered through the side door. The large door of the emperor's office is only allowed to the royal family.

"Your Majesty has given permission."

"Thank you."

"Uh, uh."

Clank!

Carl suddenly opened the door to the office with his own hand and entered.

If you think about it, Carl is also a member of the royal family, so there is no problem with going in and out through the big door, but no one could have expected him to behave like this, so they couldn't help but be shocked.

"Father. I came back after work."

"… … ."

Even Azgoth must have expected this, so Azgoth slowly put down his pen and glared at Carl in silence.

Face to face with two sun-like eyes, Carl narrowed his eyes and smiled. Carl was no longer frightened by the look in his father's eyes or anything like that.

It was playing thing for him now. You could say that.

However, even if the opponent was a gnoll, Carl continued to fight without resting even for a moment, truly taking one step toward death.

Humans who have overcome the crisis of death move one step forward.

Maybe he's just crazy.

"Carl, what's going on?"

Azgoth changed his attitude towards Carl, who smiled brightly despite his angry eyes and proudly lifted his chin, and asked quietly.

The face slowly moving within the blonde hair and beard, as rich as a lion's mane, did not seem to belong to a human being.

"Yes? I told you. I have returned after completing the work my father told me to do."

"Are you just taking up my time just to say something like that?"

"Yes. On top of that, I also wanted to talk to my father. Um, we're family, right?"

Others were more shocked than Azgoth at Carl's words. And even more surprisingly, Azgoth looked at Carl carefully and nodded.

"Everyone step out."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Chamberlain Orten bowed politely and took a step back. And he signaled for everyone else to leave with his sharp eyes.

In an instant, only Azgoth and Carl remained in the emperor's office.

Carl, who had come to see Azgoth alone, quietly got up from his chair and stood in front of him.

Azgoth looked down at his young son, who was standing arrogantly, and quietly observed him without blinking.

Thud!

Carl placed a sack on the desk where the emperor was working. Azgoth smelled a rotting corpse.

"Shall I open it for you? Your Majesty?"

"Okay, open it."

Azgoth wondered what this arrogant and conniving son, who deceived everyone and only showed his true face to him, believed in and was so confident about.

Carl opened the bag and took out something from inside.

"It's a gift."

"Umm… … ."

Azgoth carefully examined what Carl was holding tightly. Then he nodded slowly and spoke with an interested expression.

"What is this?"

"This is the head of the gnoll who invaded the empire's territory."

Thud!

Carl placed the salt-soaked red gnoll's large head on the desk. Even looking at its enormous size, no fool would think it was the head of an ordinary gnoll.

"Did you say gnoll?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"So, what was in that bag was the head of a mere monster?"

"Unfortunately, there was no chance of that. But this could also be quite interesting."

Carl placed a relatively small bag on the desk and opened it.

"What is this?"

"I destroyed the statue of the blood-sucking gnoll."

"Well, indeed. That's pretty interesting."

Azgoth nodded slowly and looked straight at Carl with a mysterious smile.

At once, a huge feeling of intimidation weighed down on Carl's shoulders.

Unlike before, Carl's shoulders were shaking.

However, Carl soon proudly puffed out his chest, looked directly into Azgoth's eyes, and spoke without wavering.

"I will use Hillpin to good advantage."

"Do you have the ability to control it?"

"It's already mine, so what's the problem?"

"Everything in this empire belongs to me. Nothing can belong to anyone else."

"Your Majesty, it's not like you can live forever, and isn't this something you'll pass on to me anyway?"

Azgoth also smiled at what Carl said with a smile.

As if he had been stamped into a mold, the son who looked the least like his father was smiling with a face that most closely resembled his.

Something incomprehensible was swirling wildly in the narrowed eyes of the two people.