How To Survive as a Crazy Prince chapter 22

The first meeting with Eugene that I had been waiting for in my heart——.

“You bastard, my father… … Did you kill him!!”

It was in front of the body of Eugene’s father, Johannes. It was the worst encounter ever.

“I will not forgive you!!”

While I was putting on my hood and thinking about what to say, Eugene swung a sword at me. I blocked Eugene’s attack with minimal movement of my sword.

‘It’s a long way compared to Mustafa’s attack.’

It was much lighter than Mustafa’s heavy sword that he received every day. I twisted my sword and swung it away, shaking off Eugene’s sword.

“aaa!!”

Eugene’s sword came flying as he was busy shaking it off. I skillfully intercepted Eugene’s sword. For me, using level 1 boost, it was very simple.

“Keugh!! Kuck, damn it!!”

The sword bounced loudly, and Eugene’s posture was disturbed. However, Eugene did not lose his fighting spirit and measured the distance with me, fixing his sword. It was a swift movement that could never be thought of by a commoner who had never professionally learned swordsmanship.

‘If we only deal with pure swordsmanship, which one will have the upper hand?’

Seeing the serious Eugene made me very curious. I wanted to check out that talent.

“… … Whoa.”

I took a slow breath and collected the mana that had flowed through my body. The overworked muscles trembled slightly and relaxed. Eugene became more alert as if he had sensed a strange change in my body.

“I will deal with you until you calm down. come.”

“AA AA AA!!!”

When I raised my sword and spoke provocatively, Eugene fired up and attacked. I focused on Eugene’s sword trajectory and blocked it. I was able to figure it out without using boost.

“I can’t forgive you! I will never forgive you!!”

Every time their swords touched each other, sparks arose from the friction of iron. I slowly got excited at the rhythm of blocking and repelling the pouring attacks.

“You fight pretty well!”

Compared to the loud shouting, Eugene’s attack was neatly refined.

It was an exemplary swordsmanship that seemed to appear in textbooks, never coming in too forcefully and being able to immediately recover its posture even if it was blocked or bounced.

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In most cases, it is impossible to apply the theoretical movements in the manual unless you are a master. It was often a theory that hadn’t even been tested to see if it was actually possible.

That, Eugene was accurately embodying it.

“Who taught you swordsmanship?”

I distanced myself and asked. Eugene took a deep breath and looked at me intently.

“… … It is self-taught.”

Is this the main character’s talent? That was an interesting answer.

“Haa!”

After fixing his grip on the sword, Eugene gave a slight delay and swung it wide. It was an attack full of loopholes, different from the restrained attacks so far.

I twisted my body to avoid the attack, and then struck the blade hard, sending Eugene’s sword flying. The sword floated into the air while spinning and was stuck in the ashes.

“… … who is this.”

Yujin, who lost her sword, looked at me and asked.

“who is this. The man who killed my father… … .”

There was no further intent to kill or fight in his appearance.

“Looks like you’ve calmed down a bit now.”

“If you were the one who killed my father, you would have just killed me too.”

Did he launch an attack full of loopholes because he wanted to confirm that? He’s a wild boy.

“Answer me. Who killed your father?”

“It must be one of those round bodies.”

I replied, putting the sword around my waist. Eugene looked at the corpses on the floor and sat down in front of Johannes.

“… … It was already late when I came.”

Watching Eugene sobbing in front of the dead Johannes, I muttered an excuse.

How many minutes had passed in that state?

“Do you normally open the store this late?”

I couldn’t stand the heavy atmosphere anymore and asked. That was the part that bothered me.

“no. Today, my father said he had something to think about and told me to go home first.”

“… … Right.”

Were you thinking about what I said? I may have been responsible for Johannes’ death.

“Why does my father have to die?”

“I don’t know.”

“never… … I can never forgive… … !”

Eugene hit the ground in anger. I looked down at Eugene in silence.

‘If I tell her to follow me now, she might follow me right away.’

If you tell me to follow me if you want revenge, Eugene will say yes without hesitation. They should be able to serve as knights of the crown prince rather than the revolutionary army.

‘… … But is it right? Can I control Eugene?’

I wasn’t sure. Will the flow of Eugene not entering the knights academy and the revolutionary army not being formed really benefit me? Maybe I’m losing too much for immediate gains.

“Do you want revenge?”

After thinking about it, I asked Eugene.

“I want to.”

“To whom?”

“… … I don’t know.”

One day, the day may come when he welcomes Eugene as an ally.

“The target you will avenge is Sangvis itself, where this happens.”

But that’s not the case now.

“If you want revenge, destroy Sangvis. Let it change.”

I conveyed Johannes’ will to change the world to Eugene.

“… … okay.”

Yujin, who had been sitting down, staggered and got up from her seat.

“Iron blood… … I will change the world.”

Then, holding his own sword stuck in the ashes, he pierced his brain with a voice full of determination.

It was the original dialogue.

‘… … good. That’s enough for now. I’ll have to go back before the army arrives.’

“But who are you?”

Yujin asked as soon as he was about to ride the flow properly.

“You don’t need to know. If you want to change the world, maybe we can meet again.”

I pulled on the hood, answered appropriately, and hurried my steps. He was wearing a hood, so he probably couldn’t see his face properly.

… … I hope so.

“I’m gone. Do you hate catching a cold? You’d better run away too.”

I left my last words to Eugene and headed for the manor house.

It started to rain little by little on the streets of Saratov. The fires in the burning building were slowly extinguished, emitting black smoke.

With this, the prologue came to an end, leaving the same result in the end, although different from the original.

The riot, dubbed the ‘rebellion that started in the middle of the night’, was completely suppressed before lunchtime.

Soldiers sent in from nearby towns killed civilians without expression. Citizens who abandoned their weapons and expressed their willingness to surrender did not survive. It was practically an indiscriminate massacre.

“Where the hell have you been, Bocchan! I was worried!! I was very worried!!”

“I’ve only been to the Buddhist scriptures for a while.”

“You are imprudent!! What would you do if something happened to you!!”

And I was terribly scolded by Katyusha.

I wanted to get angry at her for being rude, but I could only say something embarrassing about Katyusha, who was on the verge of crying, later on, just crying, asking what she was doing in front of others.

It’s only like this that it’s harder to deal with than before when he wasn’t cool enough. I noticed Mustafa ask for help, but Mustafa solemnly shook his head. What does that action mean?

“Now, it’s over… … . It’s all over.”

The already emaciated lord sat down on the chair with a completely drained expression on his face.

“When the military came, I was finished. What kind of punishment will you receive?”

“… … Wouldn’t it be okay if I defended myself? Death will be avoided.”

Seeing that desperate situation, I comforted the lord. Yeongju did his best in his own way. It’s not fair to be severely punished.

“it’s okay. Didn’t you come here to hide it? Please do not overdo it.”

However, Yeongju shook his head and refused with a helpless smile.

“Oh, and the relief rations are fine now. Because there are no citizens to eat.”

“… … Right.”

The eyes of the lord who said that were very empty, so I couldn’t say anything more.

“Then excuse me. If I can see you someday, I want to see you again.”

“May you live forever.”

After the lord’s greeting, I went out through the back door of the lord’s mansion.

As I was leaving Saratov through back roads hidden before the arrival of the soldiers, I looked around nervously and saw soldiers surrounding the manor house. Soon after, the lord was dragged out, and I turned my head forward because I didn’t want to see him anymore.

At the end of Saratov, we walked non-stop, and the carriage we had been riding was waiting for us.

“You managed to get the carriage checked in on time.”

“I contacted you first thing in the morning. He was waiting in a nearby village, so he must have grasped the situation.”

“You are very quick. Suspicious enough.”

I got into the carriage with a mixed feeling. The carriage rattled away from the wasteland of Saratov, which had no one to tend it.

‘In the end, nothing I changed.’

I didn’t come here with the intention of changing anything. The purpose was to check the progress of the prologue.

‘But I wanted to change. So I tried to change… … .’

Eventually a rebellion broke out and Johannes died. Only the details have changed.

Is this because I hesitated in my decision, or is it destiny?

‘I wonder if it’s fate… … Is it something that can’t be changed?’

When I thought about it, I became very anxious.

I, Mikhail, may lose everything and die a tragic death. Like Johannes died, maybe it was destined.

Then, maybe I’ll be good.

“young master. Your complexion is not looking good.”

“ah… … .”

Katyusha’s voice brought me back from anguish to reality. Katyusha was looking at me with a worried expression.

“If it’s inconvenient, would you mind stopping the wagon for a while?”

“no. are you okay.”

I shook my head and refused. However, Katyusha was still looking at me anxiously.

“… … Do you believe that Katyusha is destiny?”

“yes?”

Why don’t you just ignore it?

“I don’t know about that. but… … .”

“but?”

“I think there is salvation.”

Katyusha looked at me with a rare confident face and said.

“I was saved by the young master several times. That is an unmistakable fact.”

“… … is it. Right.”

Katyusha’s words made me feel a little bit better.

“Sir, excuse me. Won’t you take a break for a while… … ?”

“… … don’t let that happen I want to refrain from smelling like vomit in the carriage.”

And I was fed up with the complexion of Mustafa, who was almost dying.