The Extra Wants To Live

Carl led a very structured life for a while. After waking up in the morning, washing, and eating, he learned martial arts from Bilford.

"you are improving fvery quickly."

"Are those empty words true?"

"Yeah…"

After lunch, he read books in the imperial library, acted innocent and sickly, and visited the imperial soldiers who had fought with him to make small talk.

Treating a soldier kindly seemed quite undignified for a nobleman.

Of course, Nero also liked dealing with people informally, but even though their images were different, they were very different.

It was impossible to treat Nero, a handsome man like the sun on a sunny day, with the strong backing of Count Beria, a martial arts genius who quickly dies in the military, the same as Carl, who was sickly and knew no manners.

Catherine, who was more anxious than Carl, finally delivered the news to Carl.

"I got a call from Mold Street. They arrived in Himeln, and you can call them whenever the time permits," she said, handing over the letter.

She could have just delivered the letter, but the deadline was longer than expected, and she was anxious, so she ended up speaking incoherently.

Catherine knew why the deadline had been delayed, so she couldn't help but feel even more uncomfortable.

The Mold family must have been arguing because they were not sure if they could take Carl as their lord.

The fact that Carl snatched away Catherine, who had barely made her an imperial knight, was heartbreaking, but now that Catherine was planning to push the family under Carl first, and because of that the anger would spread more.

Just be a knight belonging to the imperial family!

Didn't the child grow up to be too stubborn because he was taught to be loyal as a knight?

He probably said something like that. Instead of tearing the envelope, Carl carefully ripped open the wax that sealed the envelope, even though it was annoying.

If he had received something like this when he had just become Carl, he would have torn it open as if he had just received a bill.

Then, no matter how much Catherine cared for him, she would have been offended.

In the letter, Catherine's words were written sharply and with minimal rhetoric.

Even the bold and powerful font felt like a 'certification mark of a knight'.

It had a strong business-like feel to the point where one could feel the obsession with eliminating any possibility of misunderstanding at the source.

'You asked me to see your face, so I came to show you my face.' It felt exactly like this.

It felt more like a scared and defensive feeling than a cocky one.

He made Catherine an imperial knight in a desperate attempt to save her fallen family,

but he probably didn't want to get involved with Carl, who was no different from a broken kite.

"Uhm…."

Carl folded the letter neatly, put it back into the envelope, and then placed it in the drawer.

Afterwards, he smiled at Catherine, who seemed nervous, with a very satisfied smile and reassured her.

"I want to meet them as soon as possible. However, since they came to Himeln in a hurry, it would be better to give them a day to rest. Will it be okay tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course."

"So where should I go?"

Catherine paused in confusion for a moment.

And then, belatedly, she realized what Karl meant and was startled and spoke urgently.

"They will come to the Imperial Palace from Mold Street for an audience."

"Oh, no. I am not in a position to go far, and since they have come all the way from Mold Street to Himeln, it would be right for me to at least go out and greet them."

"All right. Let me tell them. I will let you know as soon as I get a reply."

"Yes, thank you, Lady Catherine."

Despite Carl's polite and sincere attitude, Catherine was unable to come to her senses with a pale face.

A fallen family located in a remote country estate has no reason to own a mansion or villa in Himeln.

"Oh, that, that… ."

"Just go ahead and tell me."

Catherine was heartbroken that the young Mold servant who had come to speak to her was trembling and unable to speak.

"Master Carl."

"Ah, Lady Catherine. Have you already received an answer?"

Catherine hesitated for a while, embarrassed to speak to Carl, who smiled softly. Catherine spoke softly in an uncharacteristically sad voice.

"At Piazza Barriodos...Is that okay?"

Catherine was unable to continue speaking until the end and asked cautiously.

She probably thought it would be better to meet outside rather than in the small, dirty quarters where the poor Mold family stayed.

But to meet someone outside and talk to them, even the prince, Carl! She didn't want to get too involved with him, so she couldn't help but seem like she was saying just say what she had to say and get out of there!

"Of course. When is the time?"

However, Carl tilted his head as if it was strange that Catherine was so cautious, and calmly asked the time.

Catherine was inwardly surprised, but answered quietly because she still had one more rude thing left to do.

"It's three hours after noon."

They can't serve him a meal.

They can't even serve tea.

Let's finish each other's food and just talk neatly.

This was the best a poor, fallen noble family could do to hide their disgrace.

There is no mansion to welcome the royal family, and no money to treat them to meals or tea. So I'd rather be rude.

If we sum up the story anyway, they'll end up as strangers. Or, it would be better to reject it altogether. Then they'll just brush it off and be done with it.

"Yes, that's good. I would also like to take this opportunity to see Himeln. Are you going together tomorrow?"

"Ah, yes… ."

"All right. See you tomorrow."

"Yes… ."

Catherine left Carl room with an ecstatic expression on her face.

"what?"

And she was in agony, holding her forehead in confusion.

No matter how informal and lenient Carl was, this went far beyond the line.

To be honest, she thought there was nothing she could do even if she was accused of insulting the royal family.

And other nobles would all think the same way.

'If you don't even have the ability to save face, you shouldn't have even thought of meeting in the first place. Isn't that what happened because I did too much?'

Everyone will say that and blame the Molds

But Carl just passed it over like it was normal.

'Did he mean it? To show the gap and press it? He's not that kind of person. So he didn't even expect it in the first place? Of course, the level of the fallen nobles would be like that? But for something like that, he accepted it too willingly!'

Catherine's mind was truly a crucible of chaos. It is only natural that one would not think that Carl has very biased 'common sense'.

For Lucas, a new employee in his 20s at a small and medium-sized company who had lived an ordinary, if frankly somewhat poor, life, there was no reason to even think deeply about this.

Why do we treat people so extravagantly when we just meet once and talk?

The Mold family's suggestion was, 'Let's each eat lunch on our own and meet outside at 3 o'clock. Cafe? Are you going to buy it for me?' It felt the same, so Carl really didn't mind.

Catherine told the servant, who panicked, and of course, the Mold family couldn't be calm when they heard the news.

"What on earth is his intention?!"

"It must be a highly political attack aimed at shaking us up!"

"What's the point in shaking us!"

"That…! In negotiations, it is advantageous to sway the other party first... !"

Kurtval, the head of the Mold family and Catherine's uncle, and Kurtval's son Bester, who followed him, put their heads together and brainstormed to read Karl's intentions.

However, it was impossible to read the intentions of the 4th prince, Carl, who was widely rumored to be sickly, incompetent, and stupid.

They were reluctant to judge it as just being thoughtless because Catherine, who sent the letter, praised him so highly that they wondered if she had gone crazy.

"Father, since it's like this, let's just go."

"Are you saying that we should go into talks without even knowing the other party's intentions? I never taught you like that."

Hearing Bester's words, Kurtval scolds him with a stern look.

That is correct.

The other party is the royal family, and they can't go into a meeting for a meeting that will determine the future of the family with their guard down and their body and chin empty.

"I've already made an appointment, so there's no point in deliberating further, right? And no matter what the other person does, we just have to not lose our balance. I politely decline and draw a line between myself and the 4th prince. Just because Sister Catherine swore her allegiance is no reason for Mold to swear her allegiance."

"… ."

What Bester said is correct.

However, Kurtval knew well that things in aristocratic society did not go that easily.

And Kurtval, who raised his late brother and his wife's daughter Catherine as if she were his own, could no longer draw a line with Catherine.

As the head of a noble family, he may be too weak-hearted. But that is fatherhood…

"Yes, you have a point. Let's meet first and then decide."

"Yes, father."

In that narrow and dirty inn, Kurtval ended the day with an anxious mind.

But Kurtval could not sleep at all.

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