The Failed Swordmaster - Chapter 147

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Chapter 147 57. Cairo’s Scoundrel Crown Prince (2)

“Brother! What on earth was that this afternoon…?”

Morghen, who had been entering Ryan Fromhart’s Quarters, trailed off mid-sentence.

Lumian was sitting at the table drawing a picture.

It roughly had a human form and looked like a portrait, though you could barely tell it was a woman. Only because the hair was long.

‘Did he suddenly develop an interest in drawing?’

“What? Why the commotion?”

Lumian said while putting away the drawing he had been working on. Next to him were more than ten sheets of paper piled up.

Morghen, who had been watching this for a moment, frowned and said:

“Brother, didn’t you promise?”

“What.”

“Didn’t you promise not to cause trouble with the Crown Prince? You said you weren’t a child. But then why…?”

“I didn’t do anything though?”

“What lies! Did you think I wouldn’t know that you used your power to make that bastard faint?”

“Oh, you noticed? That’s impressive. Have your skills improved from before?”

It was true.

Spending so much time with his brother, the continent’s strongest, naturally allowed him to receive various advice, which became a catalyst for growth. The current Morghen had become incomparably stronger than when he had just become a Sword Master.

Of course, that wasn’t the problem.

The important thing was that his brother had used some unknown power to make the Crown Prince faint.

Because of that, there had almost been a huge uproar this afternoon.

But Lumian was carefree.

He scratched his chin and said:

“Anyway, there’s no problem, right? Besides you, there’s no one who knows I was involved.”

“But…”

“The students wouldn’t notice even if I moved openly given their skill level, and the Guard Knights are at most Sword Experts. Well, it was a bit unexpected that you caught on, but I’ll just be a little more careful next time. Then it would take someone at Sir Sinseor Ainsworth’s level to figure it out…”

“No, next time? Don’t tell me you’re planning to make the Crown Prince faint again?”

Morghen asked with a horrified expression.

Of course, he wasn’t dismissing his brother’s abilities.

Rather, he felt fear at his limitless growth. If he really put his mind to it, even Morghen himself might not notice.

But even so, there was no need to create unnecessary trouble, was there?

He couldn’t understand it. He was even slightly angry. He felt hurt that his worry and concern were being ignored.

Then Lumian spoke again.

“If I hadn’t intervened, one of the Two New Students would have died. Or at least become disabled.”

“…”

“That guy’s eyes were full of murderous intent. Despite being only 14 years old. I don’t want to pretend not to notice such things just to avoid trouble for myself.”

Still an expressionless face. And a calm tone.

However, unlike before, there was subtle strength in his words. Sensing this, Morghen stood silently for a long while.

“I apologize.”

In the end, he swallowed all the words he was going to say, bowed, and left his brother’s room.

No matter how much of a Mercenary unfamiliar with chivalry he was, he couldn’t help but feel ashamed now. Even though he had been concerned about his brother, as an instructor, he hadn’t thought about the students at all.

“Hmm.”

Lumian, roughly guessing his younger brother’s feelings, took out a new sheet of paper.

His hand holding the pen moved busily. Once again, an unidentifiable monster was drawn.

‘Moreover, that guy, the moment our eyes met…’

He smiled unpleasantly.

As if he had found an interesting toy to play with.

Lumian, thinking to himself, shook his head.

He didn’t know why, but it seemed he had somehow become that guy’s target without realizing it.

“I’ll just have to keep putting him to sleep before we encounter each other.”

Lumian muttered quietly.

Thus, the first day of the new semester passed.

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“Ugh…”

“A-Are you alright? Your Highness?”

“Water.”

“Here it is.”

The Crown Prince grabbed the cup offered by the Guard Knight and gulped down the water.

After exhaling with a “puha,” he sat with a dazed expression for a moment, then frowned and asked:

“What? Did I faint?”

“Y-Yes.”

“How long was I out?”

“For exactly one day…”

“Damn, what happened?”

“That is, I’m sorry but I also don’t really know…”

“I wasn’t asking you. Get lost!”

“Y-Yes!”

The Guard Knight who received the scolding quickly left the room.

Though he was skilled enough to reach Expert level, the knight’s attitude was utterly servile. It couldn’t be helped. The Crown Prince’s influence hadn’t diminished yet.

Conversely, this meant that his attitude could change 180 degrees in the future.

The prince, naturally thinking such thoughts, threw the water glass with an unpleasant expression.

Crash!

Glass fragments scattered across the floor.

It seemed like his own future. He irritably scratched his head while cursing his half-brothers.

‘Those damn bastards…’

Until just a few years ago, he didn’t need to worry about their reactions.

After Mother passed away, Father the King poured all his love for her onto him.

No one in the Kingdom of Cairo could ignore his fanatical love, and the Crown Prince could enjoy each day more than anyone else.

However, everything changed after the King fell ill and became old and frail.

His brothers no longer feared Father. It was natural. Why would they care about someone who didn’t even have the strength to hold a spoon and was obviously going to die soon?

They expanded their influence as if the world had become theirs, engaging in fierce secret battles to become the masters of the next generation.

The reason Father sent him to this Academy of the Rural Kingdom was because of this.

‘To prevent me from getting caught up in the increasingly intensifying civil war situation… Damn, that useless old man!’

The Crown Prince cursed inwardly.

That’s right. Father wouldn’t last more than a year, at most two years. When that moment came, he wouldn’t be able to handle his brothers’ wrath, so he had essentially fled to a place far from the kingdom beforehand.

“Sigh…”

A sigh escaped him.

He had lived more freely than anyone. He had lived without worrying about anyone’s reactions, doing whatever he wanted.

It was just past glory. Now he was in the position of having fled to this trash-like kingdom with no foundation just to preserve his life. Fear, anxiety, and terror burned his chest black.

That’s why it was. To console himself for becoming the most miserable person in the world, the Crown Prince had chosen two suitable new students and enjoyed some entertainment. Thanks to that, his heart calmed down a little.

His mood improved even more when that Lumian something, who seemed quite famous here, appeared. He preferred such guys over insignificant ones. Someone who would be fun to break, that is.

‘Yes, that’s right. I was thinking of making that Lumian something… that guy my toy for this semester.’

He had no memory after that.

It seemed he had fainted the moment their eyes met.

The Crown Prince, who had been scratching under his eye with his index finger, soon thought:

‘It must be because I’ve been drinking too much lately.’

It wasn’t really something to worry about. This had happened occasionally in the Kingdom of Cairo too.

He smiled and muttered:

“I should think about what to do and play with that guy.”

A cruel and eerie expression that couldn’t be considered that of a child.

However, the Crown Prince’s numerous plans would never come to fruition.

Exactly one month after the semester started.

He woke up after losing consciousness for the 12th time and let out a shriek.

“Fuck! Which bastard keeps making me pass out!”

Someone was continuously attacking him. That was certain.

How they could do such a thing, or what reason they had for doing it, he couldn’t understand.

What mattered was the fact that he was extremely angry about this situation.

‘Those damn freeloading bastards! Can’t even find the culprit!’

Steam puffed out from the Crown Prince’s nose.

The Guard Knights were the problem. Watching those guys who still couldn’t find the culprit and were just sweating profusely made him feel like he might explode.

In truth, it couldn’t be helped.

Though he didn’t know it, his opponent was someone who far transcended human limits. When such a being was determined to act, what could Expert-level knights possibly do?

Ultimately, for the Crown Prince to escape his current suffering, he would have to stop the scoundrel behavior he’d been doing. Or avoid coming into the Academy where Lumian might notice him.

“Damn it… fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck.”

After pouring out countless curses, the Crown Prince opened the room’s window and looked outside.

It was a view from the finest mansion in the city, but there was nothing special about it.

Rather, seeing those people walking around laughing and chattering outside made his mood twist. He wanted to rush out to the street right now and cause a scene.

But he couldn’t.

The moment he went outside, fear that he would lose consciousness and collapse again struck his body. The Crown Prince trembled.

‘Damn it, I need something to release this irritation, this anxious feeling. Something, something…’

“Hm?”

That’s when it happened.

Looking down below, an incredible beauty caught his eye.

A white-skinned woman with glossy black hair neatly tied back. Her chest was a bit lacking, which was a flaw, but the curves of her firm lower body looked quite usable. The Crown Prince felt his member rising stiffly.

He shouted.

“Anyone outside, come in!”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

One of the Guard Knights waiting outside the door quickly entered and prostrated himself.

The Crown Prince slapped his cheek and said.

“Get up and look outside.”

“Pardon? Yes.”

“That woman over there. Do you see her? The black-haired beauty.”

“I see her, Your Highness.”

“Bring her here.”

The Guard Knight’s body flinched.

Momentarily wearing a bitter expression, he carefully opened his mouth.

“Excuse me, Your Highness. I’m sorry, but that woman is… the continent’s youngest… no, known as the second fastest to reach the Sword Expert level, a 4th-year student from the Knight Department. She’s a talent that even the Sword Masters of Jenas and Rodisia are paying attention to, so rashly touching her would be…”

Thwack!

“Ugh!”

“What did I say I’d do? Just bring her here. I just want to have a conversation.”

The Crown Prince kicked the Guard Knight’s shin as he spoke.

Of course, he had no intention whatsoever of just talking.

He would just be a bit more careful. He smiled disgustingly.

‘I’ll light some sleeping incense in the room, and while I’m in a state with the antidote taken, I’ll have a polite conversation and the situation will be over.’

After having some fun, he’d wake her up again and send her back with no problems. He’d already enjoyed pleasant times with many noble ladies and daughters of nobility this way.

“Just bring her. Whether you sell my name, sell the royal family’s power, or make up some excuse, figure it out and bring her. Got it?”

“…Yes, Your Highness.”

The Guard Knight answered briefly, bowed his head, and left the room.

Watching his retreating figure, the Crown Prince stuck his head out the window and stared at the black-haired woman’s back.

His excitement wouldn’t stop. A sinister laugh flowed from his mouth.

“Hehehehehe…”

And one hour later.

Thwack! Thud!

Crack!

“Kugh! Kuk! Kheuk! St-stop, not there, please, kheheuk…!”

“You bastard! Bastard! Die!”

In the room with only the two of them, the Crown Prince made fainting sounds as he grabbed onto Tania Eloise’s leg.

However, she coldly shook him off, then kicked his member again. Continuously, repeatedly.

The Crown Prince writhed in pain and thought.

‘Fuck! Why isn’t the sleeping incense working!’

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