novelraw Chapter 150 : Chapter 150
Chapter 150 : Chapter 150
Chapter 150: The Dethroned Prince (2)
-Turns out he was a famous madman. A dethroned Enverque, they said.
Not just any Enverque.
He was the Crown Prince.
-They said he was a troublemaker even before he was dethroned. He fell into a madness that even the Church couldn't cure.
Troublemaker.
The Elaine of the past life had once been fascinated by that word.
To Elaine, who desired freedom, the mad, dethroned prince was a subject she couldn't help but be interested in.
-You hit it off with a madman. As expected of the Grand Heir.
-How many times do I have to say it? Looking back, it wasn't madness.
-Then?
-He seemed crazy, but he wasn't completely crazy either. It's hard to explain in words. You should have seen him yourself.
-Didn't you ask?
-I did. He wouldn't tell me no matter how much I hit him.
-…….
I was never introduced to him.
The dethroned prince had disappeared one day without a trace.
Kwaang!
A noise was heard. It was the sound of the chair the tall beggar, no, the dethroned prince, was sitting on shattering. He fell backwards.
“The Emperor, that son of a bitch!”
The dethroned prince cursed the Emperor instead of the chair.
“That?”
Elaine asked again.
“That is the proof.”
Although it's the northern district, the capital is the capital.
In this city where the Emperor resides, that beggar is insulting the Emperor.
And yet, he is alive.
Elaine looked around.
There was no one to report him, drag him away, or hit him.
Everyone in the tavern was hushing about that beggar.
“...He's real.”
Only then did Elaine seem to believe it.
“He was always a troublemaker, and he lived as he pleased. Then he went mad and was dethroned.”
How do you know that, Elaine did not ask.
It was a question that had become stale between the two of them.
“What do you think?”
“What?”
Elaine tilted her head.
“Aren't you interested? Like, you want to get to know him.”
“Me? Why?”
Even though I had explained it as provocatively as possible, Elaine seemed genuinely uninterested.
‘This is different from the past life.’
I could guess the reason.
Unlike in the past life, the Elaine in front of me was already quite free.
“Actually, I am interested.”
“I see. So that's why you wanted to stay here?”
“It's a secret.”
“……”
The beggar, the dethroned prince, also had a strong stomach.
He was sitting on the floor, burying his face in the disgusting food and eating.
‘What did Elaine do?’
-My hand went out before I knew it. He was about to piss in front of me.
The Elaine of the past life was a perfect and ruthless Grand Heir.
Even more so in the imperial capital.
-But he was fine. I definitely hit him square in the face. I got a feeling then. That he wasn't just a madman.
The dethroned prince had already shit.
Like when he was shitting.
‘There's no pretext to hit him.’
I had to use a different method from the Elaine of the past life.
‘Do I have to?’
Thinking, I tilted my head.
“The Emperor is a son of a bitch! The Church is a son of a bitch too!”
The dethroned prince shouted as if having a seizure.
‘An Enverque doesn't die even if he curses the Church.’
Even though he was dethroned, a royal was a royal.
“Grand Heir.”
“What.”
“What do you think when you see that?”
“It seems like he's right? I can't deny it yet.”
Indeed, they seemed to be a good match.
“I want to hit him too. He's loud, and dirty.”
My eyes shone, and I immediately got up.
With one hand, I picked up the bottle of alcohol Elaine had been drinking.
The dethroned prince was eating food with his hands on the floor next to the broken chair.
The floor was his seat and his plate.
Jjaeng!
I smashed the back of the dethroned prince's head with the bottle as he was eating like a dog.
“Hey, that person ordered me to.”
“……?”
“She said you were loud, and dirty.”
Elaine's eyes, who had been pointed out, widened.
* * *
It shattered quite loudly.
I had swung with all my might.
The force was similar to the strength of a northern knight who does not use aura.
Shards of glass stuck to his disheveled hair, and alcohol flowed like blood through them.
There was no blood.
As expected, the dethroned prince was not injured.
He lifted his head.
The gaze that was revealed looked surprisingly calm.
“Alcohol?”
It was for a moment. His pupils soon wavered like a possessed person. A tongue that slipped out from between his lips licked the alcohol flowing down his face.
“Give me more, you son of a bitch!”
The dethroned prince looked up at me and screamed.
“Stronger alcohol!”
“Unfortunately, I don't have any, since I don't carry poison.”
“...You son of a bitch!”
This time, the curse came out a beat later.
My eyes shone.
Elaine was often sharp.
In the past life, and now.
“Son of a bitch!”
The dethroned prince slowly got up and grabbed my collar.
His movements were very slow, but the grip on my collar was surprisingly strong.
“Get lost!”
“As I said again, that person ordered me to.”
“Get lost!”
His voice was also loud. I furrowed my brow. The dethroned prince was, to anyone, a completely mad person.
“I am the Crown Prince! Enverque, you bastard!”
“That person is the Grand Heir. A Serzila.”
Elaine, who had been watching with a dazed face, put on a serious expression.
In the Empire, he had to be a perfect Serzila.
“Honey badger head!”
Elaine was briefly proud.
“I'll smash your head!”
“That's not happening even if the Emperor comes.”
I said while being held by the collar.
The dethroned prince stared at me.
“I'll smash your head!”
“Try it.”
“I'll smash it in the middle of the night! Under the Gelk underpass!”
“You're scared, you beggar bastard.”
“Aaaaargh!”
The dethroned prince screamed.
At the same time, the grip on my collar weakened.
When I pushed slightly, the dethroned prince fell backwards.
“You son of a biiiiitch!”
The dethroned prince shouted from the floor.
I approached him and lifted my foot as if to trample him.
“Hey, you there.”
Elaine, who had approached before I knew it, grabbed me.
“That's enough.”
“Alright.”
“What?”
Elaine was flustered when I agreed immediately.
“Let's go. That beggar bastard has ruined my mood.”
I dragged Elaine and left the tavern.
We walked for a long time like that.
Behind me, Elaine was stroking her chin and muttering something. Then she finally spoke.
“You weren't angry.”
“No.”
“You did that on purpose. Why?”
Elaine hadn't noticed the reason.
“That friend was drunk.”
“Anyone could see that.”
“Not with alcohol, but with poison.”
“What?”
The dethroned prince drinks poisoned alcohol.
“He's mad, but not completely mad.”
It's to suppress his madness.
It was just as the Elaine of the past life had said.
The madness that afflicted the dethroned prince was not a simple mental illness.
I, who had made contact with him, was certain.
“I'll smash your head in the middle of the night at the Gelk underpass. That probably means let's meet at the Gelk underpass.”
The weakening of the grip on my collar was the proof.
At that time, the dethroned prince seemed to want to end the situation.
In fact, he had rolled on the floor at once.
-That friend wasn't crazy. No, to be precise, he was only half crazy. But he was pretending to be completely crazy.
The ruthless and perfect Grand Heir of the past life, Elaine, had also noticed that fact.
-How did you know that?
-He told me when I hit him.
-You are amazing.
-I know. I'm always like that.
After grabbing the dethroned prince by the collar, dragging him to a deserted place, and beating him like a dog.
‘It wasn't power that was important, but status.’
I had sold out Elaine, and it had worked.
The dethroned prince was favorable to Serzila.
“What are you going to do when you meet him?”
Elaine asked.
It was a direct question, if you could call it that.
“It's curiosity. There's something I need to confirm.”
The dethroned prince was the person who could have become Elaine's second friend.
But it wasn't just curiosity.
-That friend was half crazy. But looking back, there was no Enverque like him.
The Elaine of the past life sometimes mentioned the dethroned prince even when she became the Grand Duke.
Enverque is an idiot, but the dethroned prince is not.
At least, that's what Grand Duke Elaine had thought.
‘He's crazy, but he's not an idiot.’
I was one to trust that Grand Duke's intuition.
The Gelk underpass was located at the northern end.
The building in front of it was named Gelk, but now it was the name of a failed merchant guild.
Harad and Elaine waited there for midnight.
“This is different from what I've heard.”
And the shitter had arrived.
“I heard Elaine Serzila is the next tyrant.”
The dethroned prince was looking at Elaine.
His pupils were as intense as fire.
* * *
‘The next tyrant.’
Certainly.
In the past life, Grand Heir Elaine was known as such on the continent.
In the eyes of the public, he was perfect.
That perfection meant perfection as a Serzila.
And Grand Duke Aratus was a very famous tyrant.
“Why did you stop him? I heard the North can't stand an idiot.”
The shitting beggar had an air of dignity.
Elaine looked surprised.
It was for a moment. Elaine soon put on a serious face.
“Do you want to die?”
Her voice was quite cold.
I was once again impressed by Elaine's acting skills.
“No. If I wanted to die, I would have died long ago. Not living like this.”
The dethroned prince said so and briefly stroked his left chest.
‘Heart.’
Seeing that, I was once again certain.
“Bahav Enverque.”
I called his name.
“That's right, I'm Bahav. Damn it! So, what do you want with a madman? Ah, dog! Fuck!”
Bahav Enverque said, roughly rubbing his face.
“If you're looking to take something, there's nothing. It was all taken a long time ago. This is my home, you son of a bitch!”
Bahav spread his arms wide.
Under the Gelk underpass was his home.
“The imperial family! The Church! Idiots! Sons of bitches!”
Bahav hit his head with his fist and shouted loudly.
Acting and reality were mixed.
I recognized it immediately.
Just as Elaine had said.
He was only half crazy.
“That curse. Who cast it?”
By a curse, not madness.
* * *
“The imperial family! The Church! The sons of bitches have come to kill me!”
Bahav puffed up his body.
Even though his body was full of poison, his presence was considerable. It was to the point where Elaine placed her hand on her sword.
“You know the imperial family and the Church. No, are they related?”
“Do not insult me, you son of a bitch!”
Bahav charged.
He was unarmed, but he was heavier than a bear.
However, the even heavier Elaine stopped Bahav.
Bahav's body folded in half from the sword that was swung, scabbard and all.
Bahav, whose waist was folded in half, coughed.
Elaine looked at her hand holding the sword with surprised eyes. I looked down at Bahav.
“It's not that the Church can't cure it, but that they won't.”
“You son of a biiiitch!”
Bahav cursed even while coughing.
It was not his will. It was a curse.
The method of that curse was familiar to my eyes.
It was a curse that couldn't be helped.
“The curse of the Otherworld has made you an idiot, and the imperial family and the Church have turned a blind eye. Why.”
The Crown Prince was cursed by the Otherworld.
The Church does not cure him. The Emperor dethroned him.
That series of events, I could not understand.
“I'm d-dying, kehek, you son of a bitch!”
This was Bahav's will.
“Who?”
“Me!”
If he speaks, he dies.
That curse even has that kind of utility.
“I can lift it. Not all of it, but some.”
Bahav's eyes widened.
“The price is the full story of the curse.”
“I'll give you everything, you son of a bitch!”
Bahav shouted and crawled somewhere.
He opened a small, black bottle next to a pile of rags that looked like his bedding and drank it all at once. Judging by the smell, it was poison.
“Ah. By all means. I'll tell you everything. Please lift it.”
Bahav, who had drunk the poison, had a much calmer face.
‘A deadly poison. A poison that interferes with the heart.’
It weakens the heart with poison, and thus weakens the curse engraved on the heart.
Bahav was resisting the curse by drinking poison.
It was a great will.
‘It must be a method possible only for an Enverque.’
That bloodline has a tenacious life.
“A priest? An Apostle?”
Bahav asked expectantly.
“A mage.”
I answered as it was.
Elaine was flustustered.
“Wait…”
“Even! Even more fucking reassuring!”
Bahav's face brightened.
He had a face that didn't care about anything as long as the curse could be lifted.
I raised a fire on my hand.
It was a pure white fire. A white flame.
“I'm going to burn it with this.”
“...What?”
Bahav's pupils shook.
“Your heart.”
To be precise, the curse engraved on his heart.
“...Have you done it before?”
“Countless times. With this.”
I tapped my head with my finger.
“For a great mage, training is enough with imagination.”
“...Wait. Wait, you son of a bitch.”
Bahav pushed himself away from me with his butt on the ground.
My steps were faster.
I pinned Bahav's solar plexus with my foot.
“It will surely succeed.”
Curse.
The regressed Harad had constantly devised ways to counter that magic.
“Probably.”
Bahav would prove whether it was the right answer or not.
* * *
After some time.
Bahav spoke.
“The Emperor, that son of a bitch, put a curse on me.”
It was a success.