The Extra Wants To Live

The lord's insult is also an insult to the knight who serves him.

And a knight must serve his lord, so when Catherine endures here, she is clearly not doing her duty as a knight.

The soldier who just insulted Carl, Should be dead by now.

"The anger you have is yours alone."

"…"

Catherine advised Bilford in a heavy voice.

As a knight, Catherine follows the will of her lord. Since Carl wants it, She will endure this contempt as well.

Here, Bilford pulls out his sword and kills the soldier who committed insolence, which is not what Carl wants.

That's just Bilford's personal anger, and it's an act against Carl's will.

Catherine hoped Bilford wouldn't confuse it.

"Do not involve your lord in matters that will incur your anger."

"… Sorry Lady Catherine."

"Anyone can make mistakes. But learning is not something everyone can do. Don't forget this in the future."

"yes."

Bilford was deeply moved by the words of his esteemed Catherine.

Only then was Bilford able to look back on the situation Carol was in.

Bilford, a boy squire from a commoner background, was ignorant of politics, but he had the opportunity to hear various rumors among the Imperial Knights, which were filled with high-ranking noble bloodlines.

It seems like Carl is trying to hide himself now. Then, staying quiet would help Carl.

'There is so much that i need to learn yet!'

Bilford felt a huge wall between him and the nobles.

Even though he is a fallen aristocrat, Catherine sees things that Bilford cannot even imagine. Because from a young age, she received higher education for the future of her family.

At the same time, Bilford felt fortunate to have become Catherine's squire.

Catherine provides generous advice to Bilford, faithfully teaching him all kinds of martial arts, strategies, tactics, and mercenary skills, and pointing the way for his future with her shining fingertips.

She is a respected teacher and a benefactor who opened the way to life for him.

"Lady Catherine, you may depart now."

After Milton leaves the carriage, Harman speaks to Catherine.

When stopping just now, he was very polite, unlike when he told the coachman to stop right away.

What on earth is going on in that carriage?

"Depart!"

With Catherine's voice, the small punitive force begins to move again.

Funny enough, even though it is a punitive force led by a prince, there is not even a flag.

The shabby-looking punitive force set out on the road to Baron Hilfin, leaving behind a trail of dust.

***

It took nearly ten days to arrive at Baron Hilpin.

The soldiers' dissatisfaction was almost reaching its peak, and if they were soldiers of the imperial family and Carl were not the prince, there would be no way to know when they would explode and do what they would do.

This is because Carl's did not stay in a village or city even once during the ten days of his terrible march.

All he did was pass by and buy food to replenish his supplies. Therefore, the soldiers had to camp for ten days.

If time was running out and he had to hurry up, or if Carl had come out of the carriage and rode a horse, or at least given me a word of encouragement, this wouldn't have happened.

However, Carl did not even come out of the carriage except when he was pestering Catherine and Bilford to play a game of swinging swords. Eating in a carriage, sleeping in a carriage.

Are you saying that you are comfortable and that it is none of your business when soldiers wear heavy armor, march all day, and even camp?

And what made their dissatisfaction even greater was that as soon as Carl arrived in Baron Hilfin, he got off the carriage and mounted his large, handsome white horse.

Although his skinny body is unsightly, he looks quite attractive riding on a beautiful white horse while wearing a red cape. The sight makes them feel like an immature child trying to catch his own form, and their stomach boils.

"Lady Catherine, please send a messenger to the Hilfin family."

"Yes, Lord Carl."

Catherine was quite proficient in horseback riding, having only learned it for two days.

She winked at Bilford when she saw Carl coming up next to him.

Bilford carried a white flag on his back, indicating that he was a messenger. But, absurdly, there was no proof that he was a messenger from the 4th Prince Carl, so he couldn't run out right away.

Carl did not receive the imperial flag, and he did not even have any of the usual accessories or scarves.

There were only two pieces of evidence showing that he was a member of the royal family. One is a carriage, so it is out of the question.

So, Carl had no choice but to give the other one to Bilford.

"Bilford, take my cloak."

"...Ahhh! Yes. I will definitely protect this with my life."

Bilford seemed to have forgotten what to say for a moment as he took off the red cloak that Carl gave him and saw Carl's small shoulders exposed.

However, remembering Catherine's words, he carefully folded Carol's cloak and held cloak in his arms, and answered resolutely.

"It's just a cloak."

Carl spoke with a small smile and rode the horse leisurely, showing his small shoulders to everyone.

Bilford kept his mouth shut, picked up the spurs, and started running as fast as he could.

He know that Carl doesn't attach much importance to it.

However, entrusting a mantle that announces affiliation and status does not naturally occur easily.

A cloak is also a device that shows authority.

Bilford knows very well how heavy this piece of cloth is.

While drawing the back of Bilford, who ran hard and disappeared from sight in an instant, Carl took a slow breath.

Winter is coming. And because they had climbed so far north, the temperature plummeted.

The cool wind was too strong to be hit bare-chested without a cloak, but even so, Carl did not feel the cold at all.

The body, where the two energies became one and permeated, had a very strong temperament, contrary to its appearance.

'This is the beginning.'

Carl took a deep breath to calm her chest from the tension of battle and unknown anxiety.

It might be simple since it's just about subduing gnolls...

The atmosphere somehow smells like blood to Carl.

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