The Extra Wants To Live

"What is it?" Carl asked, his voice gentle yet probing. He looked at Howell, awaiting his response.

"… I don't know what Lord Carl wants from me. Please help me, who is ignorant, understand Carl's meaning… … ."

"Are you questioning me?"

"That's not it. I was afraid that I might make wild guesses and waste Lord Carl precious time."

Please, is this right? Is it right? Is it not? But he can't think of anything else.

"I'd like to hear your guess."

Hearing that, Howell shut his eyes tightly.

Carl is not like a messenger from God who will save him.

He is a devil whispering with a snake's tongue

"Your Majesty the Emperor and First Prince Aric, who are pursuing a moderate foreign policy with other countries, didn't you come to Davron to seek a major opportunity and a foundation to appease the central military, which is feeling dissatisfied and in crisis?"

"In other words, I am pushing out Brother Aric and aiming for the position of crown prince?"

Carl's low voice spreads darkly like fog.

"Even though the First Prince is handling numerous state affairs on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor, the crown prince has not yet been appointed. Rather than pushing it away, it is for Lord Carl to assert his legitimate rights."

"Like a bat, you like to whisper in the dark."

Howell felt sweat pouring out from the horror.

But he can't back out of here. No, looking at Carl's reaction, Howell think it's interesting in him

"I can't escape the darkness, so I just whisper in the darkness."

"What do you think we need to do to move towards the light?"

"The nest is too small for the bird to spread its wings alone, so it must move the nest as quickly as possible or secure the attention of the mother bird who will make room in the nest."

"Mother bird… … ."

"There is no bird in Davron that can be a mother bird, so you have to look a little further."

"If you say far, how far?"

"…I heard that there is a bird with a damaged wing in Gasto in the north, and it is rumored that its mother is taking care of it with the utmost care."

"I heard that the Marquis Gasto's daughter was disabled and couldn't get married even though she was of age?"

"… … Coincidentally, that's true."

Build a solid relationship with Dabron to build a foundation, use that foundation to gather strength, form an alliance by marrying the daughter of Marquis Gasto, and gain military power.

"You went too far."

… Even though he went really far, but Howell doesn't have any choice.

He really went so far that it wouldn't have been surprising if Carl had told Howell to cut off his head right then and there.

"But I quite like birds that see far away. Just because it's what I need."

"… … ."

Carl voice, which had been like a stern sword, suddenly changed to be as soft and gentle as the sunlight of a spring day.

Howell's breathing was cut short by those kind words.

"Your sister will recover safely. The royal physician will personally treat her. Ah, you may now raise your head."

"… … Okay, thanks…Ha, thank you…."

Howell looks up, greatly relieved.

His face, drenched in sweat, had turned completely white from overexerting his head in a short period of time, and a nosebleed that he thought was sweat was running down his philtrum and moistening his lips and chin.

Howell, who was staggering from dizziness, managed to keep his posture to avoid falling, and ended up looking directly at Carol without realizing it.

"… … ."

Howell's lips trembled.

'this…A small, skinny boy.. .'

Before Howell knew it, Carl was pictured in his mind as a giant with a body as tall as a mountain and eyes as suns that could see through everything and cast shadows with his gestures.

"Are you disappointed?"

Carl asks with a smile like an innocent boy.

He really looks like a kid who doesn't know anything.

But those twinkling eyes were deeper than Howell had imagined.

"It's not that…"

"Okay. I was just joking. Let's go. There's no benefit to neglecting your sister any longer."

Carl got up with a calm expression.

Only then did Howell realize that there were other people in the room, not just Carl.

There are three more, Catherine and Billford in full plate armor, and Harmon in a slightly more flashy outfit.

But he was so focused on Carl that he didn't even know they were there.

Carl, who had just momentarily crushed Howell with just a single word, smiled brightly and passed him by.

'There are some clumsy parts compared to how he appeared in the original, but that's because we met several years earlier.'

Carl was disappointed when he first saw Howell, but he soon came to his senses and felt quite good after hearing his words.

'By the way, is the original appearance because of this'

Carl thought back to the original Howell.

In the original work, Howell was a man who would say anything to the fearsome Iron-Blooded Emperor Adrian.

He was a truly heartless man who said what was right was right, what was not was said to be wrong, and if he was harassed, he would do whatever he wanted, whether it was killing him or not.

Manly Men… It's hard to say that, he was just an empty man who thought it didn't matter when he died.

'I thought he was always like that because he was completely hands-off in politics and only seemed to be nit-picking things like a knife, but looking at him like this, I see that he is so multi-talented that he can even give advice on politics.

Maybe it was because he had the experience of losing everything.

Well, it's good that I got my hands on Howell easily thanks to coming while my sister was alive.'

In the original work, he was a guy with a very nasty personality, so he was proud even when Emperor Adrian called him, but only after Adrian met him in person and talked to him did he agree to work with various conditions.

'It's changing again like this.'

Work at Hilfin, and work at Davron.

The fate of countless people was changed because of Karl.

As for what the ending will be, no one knows yet.

At the new location, Milton healed Iriz with one shot.

All it took was a simple pat on the head with his hand. A cold was nothing to the capable royal physician.

Howell, who was suffering from malnutrition, was also treated and allowed to live in a nice room in the inner castle under Karl's orders.

Howell was so happy and glad to see Iris wake up with a healthy face and whining about being hungry that he cried like a baby.

But he couldn't shake off the feeling of anxiety inside.

Howell had worked as an administrator in Himeln, and he knew well that the 4th Prince Carl was the furthest from the Crown Prince than the other princes.

Carl needs someone who can be put to use right away.

That's why he met Howell, who only stammered a few words, in person, tested him, and took him into his hands.

Now Howell must follow Carl, whether he likes it or not.

Because Carl wants him to.

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