The Extra Wants To Live

Carl left the room in time for the dinner party.

Lilly was so impressed by Carl's well-fitting suit that she had no doubt he was smiling so brightly.

Carl accompanied Catherine to the party, who was dressed in imperial knightly attire, making it clear that she was attending as a knight and not as a woman.

To begin with, with her hair cut short and covered in scars, few people would have thought she was a woman.

Also, Catherine was getting a lot of attention as the protagonist who won the swordsmanship duel against Master Jaren, so this behavior was not bad at all.

Carl maintained the center of the group by leading more nobles in the military than Nero had done in the past.

This seemed somewhat threatening to the nobles in the political circles who supported Aric, so Carl could feel many eyes and whispers following him. And then, the moment came for today's main character to arrive.

"Mr. Aric!"

Even before Aric entered the party hall, many people had already gathered around him, and the crowd around Carl was so huge that it felt shabby.

The man closest to the current emperor, in name and reality, First Prince Aric, appeared among the people.

Blonde hair that was neatly combed and oiled. Sun-like eyes inherited from Azgoth.

Stubborn eyebrows and lips.

A well-groomed beard.

Tall and well-built.

A dignified appearance.

Prince Aric entered the party hall with a majestic appearance, leading the people as if he had already become the emperor.

There was no need to even introduce him.

The moment you met him, even if you didn't know him, you could immediately tell that this man was the closest to the Emperor.

Aric and Carl's eyes met.

In an instant, the crowd between them rippled like waves and then receded.

Aric quietly watched Carl, who had overcome his illness while he was away in Himmeln and was now receiving the support of the military.

His expression didn't change at all, and there seemed to be something lingering deep in his serious, sunken eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Brother Aric."

Carl broke the suffocating silence and approached Aric, as if they were ignorant children who knew nothing, as if they had no idea how precarious and unstable their relationship was.

As Carl approached, Aric also stepped forward and approached him.

They soon found themselves facing each other in the center of the party, the place filled with a strange heat, with faint whispers as if they were the residue of silence.

"It's your first time. Yes, I heard you lost your memory, and it seems to be true," Aric belatedly responded to Carl's words.

Even his voice was powerful and heavy, as if to prove it.

"Carl, your story has reached the far west of the empire."

Tension built at Aric's words.

Now that the crown prince's appointment had been indefinitely postponed, what would Aric think when he heard the story of Carl emerging as his greatest threat?

"You have done a great job protecting the Empire's territory and people. Even though you are still young, you are truly a man born under the Empire's flag. I am very proud of you, Carl."

Aric nodded very seriously and heavily, and patted Carl on the shoulder. Surprisingly, Aric was praising Carl wholeheartedly, without a hint of darkness.

Aric was a small giant who was born to protect the empire and maintain balance so that Hardion's repairs could extend their gaze to all corners of the empire, and he had been doing this difficult work with steadfast determination since a young age.

In the meantime, how upset must he have been that his second son, Adrian, and his third son, Nero, were shirking their duties?

However, the young and sickly younger brother had overcome his illness and risen again, and in this short period, he had sprouted and shown the qualities of a strong pillar that would support the empire's sky.

How could Aric not be pleased with this?

"Thank you, brother. But I wasn't really looking for praise," Carl smiled and shook his head slightly. As Aric's hand left his shoulder, he continued to speak with a smiling face.

"I think that all these things have happened because my older brother, who was supposed to be the center of the imperial family, has gone far away. Now that my older brother has returned, I feel relieved."

The atmosphere in the party suddenly froze at Carl's words.

It soon became an inexplicable anger, and also an inexplicable joy.

Carl, who had the full support of the military, officially declared that he would strongly support Aric as crown prince.

Aric looked down at Carl with deep eyes for a moment.

Aric slowly opened his mouth as he looked at Carl, who, unlike his brothers, had beautiful green eyes like his mother.

"The center of the imperial family will never waver as long as Your Majesty is present. I am merely shouldering Your Majesty's duties."

Aric seemed to be firmly drawing the line, but he also declared his position as if it were a given. Yes, Aric already considered himself crown prince even though he had not yet been crowned.

That is why he was treating himself as a body that would become the emperor, and he was whipping himself under strict standards.

When you see such an Aric, you start to wonder who else could become the emperor if not this man.

As you enjoy rights, you also have responsibilities.

It's simple, but it keeps the scales of the empire's supreme power from tipping over. Aric was also by no means the culprit.

Originally, Aric should have become the emperor. But the situation had already reached an uncontrollable level.

For Carl, Aric was merely the strongest shield that could break the spear of Adrian.

"Yes, of course, brother."

Carl answered with a smile. The party had just begun.

There was still a lot of night left.

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End Of Volume:-1 The Extra Prince!