Chapter 13: Whatever You Want To Do, Do It

Chapter 13: Whatever You Want To Do, Do It

"Wait up, Prince!"

From behind, the centurion ran to catch Ian.

But it didn't work.

Horses were much faster than humans by nature.

Neighh!

Ian was riding the horse without being disturbed by anyone.

On the other hand, the centurion was running with only his legs while being fully-equipped.

“Huh huh...!”

Besides, the centurion was a middle-aged man with a protruding belly. No matter how much he ran, he couldn't get faster than a horse.

Galon quietly approached Ian and rode beside him.

"Prince, it's dangerous to go alone."

"So you want me to go along with their wish?"

"That's..."

Galon could not readily answer.

This was because Galon, who was once a candidate for a royal knight in the past, knew well what it meant to enter through the back gate.

‘Only a servile loser or a death row inmate enters through the back gate.'

Or those who were not acknowledged.

If a nobleman did such an act, they would have been condemned for life.

But this was so dubious.

‘Is this the Duke's doing?'

There was a possibility of it.

Because it's the Duke's aides who were in the castle at the moment.

And the Duke's aides were pure-blooded nobles. Regardless of Ian’s worth as a prince, they might still not like it.

However, Galon soon furrowed his forehead.

‘Whatever purpose it is, my job is to escort and guide Your Highness.’

Galon bowed his head toward Ian.

"Do as you please, Your Highness. I will follow wherever you go."

"I'll go along with you, Prince."

Before Ian knew it, Nathan was next to him.

Ian recalled the past actions of the two.

‘You didn't even care about me back then.’

Nathan just sighed as he followed Ian through the back gate.

He didn't even tell him at all.

Even a simple nobleman had the idea that entering through the back gate was a lifelong disgrace. One should know clearly how the royal family should be treated.

Perhaps, rather than ignoring him, Nathan just wasn't interested.

Most likely, because he expected that Ian would be raised as a puppet.

‘They have changed their attitude.’

He was treated differently depending on how he acted.

Ian smiled and turned the direction of the horse.

But it was then.

“What, what is it?”

Ian tilted his head at the sight of the two knights staring silently at him.

"Any problem?"

They looked at Ian in a very strange way.

"Prince, pardon me for asking, but have you learned how to ride a horse before?"

“!”

Ian was flustered for a moment.

Well, there was no way he couldn't ride a horse. It was difficult, but he learned how to do it thoroughly with all his might in the past.

And he could say proudly that his horseback riding skills exceeded those of the knights, such that even they couldn’t help but envy him.

Ian pretended to be clueless.

"I just watched how the soldiers rode on my way here."

"You just watched it?"

"Yes."

It sounded really absurd.

The centurion might not realize it, but the prince did not get anyone's help in climbing the horse.

‘If that's true, aren't you a genius?’

‘It looks like you're riding better than Nathan.’

Realizing what Galon was thinking, Nathan choked up and elbowed him.

That’s not true.

However, Galon ignored it.

‘He's rather small, so it must have been difficult for him to mount and spur at once.'

But the prince did it very easily.

The young man referred to as the second master did not respond. Instead, he clenched the small cane he was holding.

“What about that serf?”

"That..."

The servant couldn't give a proper answer, wary of what his master might do.

It was only natural.

‘I can't believe they let him come in through the main gate.’

However, he could not help but tell the young master.

“Forgive me for not doing my job properly. He has already passed the main gate and is said to be inside the castle.”

"Tsk..."

“With all due respect, Young Master. It is against the etiquette to let the royal family in through the back gate from the beginning...”

“This is about bringing a child with the blood of a lowly mother into my father's territory. It's already a luxury to be able to come through the main gate in the first place."

“However, if the Duke knows...”

Then the young man snapped with cold eyes.

"Forget it! It was Father who entrusted me with this job while that bastard stayed in this castle. Whatever I do, it's up to me!"

"But..."

"You’re noisy! Follow my orders well."

"As you wish."

The servant was still green, so he couldn’t go against the second son of Duke Garcia.

As soon as the young man sent back his servant, he spoke to the shadow behind the curtain.

"Tell me. How was your task?"

Someone answered from the dark.

[Failed.]

The young man's annoyed face couldn't wrinkle any further.

"You can't handle a single rural village?"

[I apologize. We didn’t know that all the villagers had run away. There's not a single person left. But the village had been destroyed down to the ground.]

And as he said it.

The centurion, who had come to the Duke's castle early to report the situation, had no choice but to tremble. In the absence of the Duke, he came to report to the second person in charge, Heinley.

Now, what?

They all ran away before they killed them?

‘I wonder what the prince said to the village chief before he left...’

It was obvious.

Ian had already known that his village would be devastated. So, he must have made everyone in the village run away.

However, the centurion could not report him of this fact.

‘If I say this, I will die right away. He will never let me go alive.’

In addition, he must now inform Ian about this.

‘This is crazy.’

However, the young man twisted his face in ridicule.

“How the hell did they know that they should run away? Do you think that makes any sense?”

[We don't know either, Sir. But our hounds are tracking them down. Soon, the news will arrive...]

The young man was in trouble.

‘Tsk. I guess my father's close aide also failed to kill the mercenaries.’

It seemed that they planned to annihilate the mercenaries with the centurion and the Secret Special Force.

"Well, you could have Sir Galon or Sir Nathan, who was with you, to get in that bastard’s way."

The young man spoke with a stiff face.

“So, where is that filthy bastard now? I hope he's wearing the clothes we sent.”

[......]

But this time, he didn’t hear any reply from the shadows.

It was because it was a difficult thing to say even for him.

"Where is he?"

However, he had no choice but to answer to the continued interrogation of the young man.

[Castle...]

“Castle?”

[He was seen strolling around the castle's marketplace...]

"What? With that rustic look? Are you sure he’s wearing the clothes we sent him?"

[He... his clothes are fine, and he looks handsome.]

Crackk!

The cane in the young man's hand broke. At the same time, he roared with a red face.

"Get him here right away! Right now!"

Meanwhile, Ian.

"Oh, this?"

He was shopping following his future knowledge.

And he found a powerful relic that could never be obtained with money.