Chapter 119: At the door step (2/2)

Even though nothing had happened thanks to Camelia's swift intervention, it was a fact that he nearly attacked the one who will bear the crown. Apologies were the least he could do.

'But I have a bad feeling.'

The paladin had been dispatched tonight to protect the nuns during the mass healing. But this wasn't normal, for such occasions the squire should have been more than enough, and it wasn't as if the nuns were damsel in distress either since each of them received systemic training in self-defense and weapons art, as well as holy magic.

He could feel it in his blood.... something big was about to happen.

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Coming back to Sol, a few hours after his discussion with Milia, Sol now sat alone in the carriage going towards the Gorfard's mansion.

For a prince like him to walk around without any escort was something that shouldn't happen, but this time, Sol didn't know what would happen. As long as he was alone, it was more than easy to use his dimension to defend or flee if things went sour.

On the other hand, if someone like Setsuna or Milia was with him, he couldn't bring them into his dimension since they would automatically hate him so much they would try to kill him.

Just imagining the opposite of all the love someone like Milia had for him was scary.

As such, him going alone was the most optimal choice.

'I really need to work around these limitations.'

If he could negate or control this inversion of feelings, so many things would become possible.

Just imagining himself suddenly summoning an army of soldiers no matter where he was made him giddy. This reminded me of the reality marble of Iskander and it was so cool.

'Haha, I am more stressed than I thought I would.'

He had remarked that he would begin to think more of things from his previous world to distract himself when he was under heavy stress.

But how could he not be stressed? Now that he was alone he didn't have to act strong, nor look though. Now that he was alone, he had to admit that he was a little scared.

He wasn't scared about fighting, just that he was more and more aware of just how many lives would change depending on the decisions he would make tonight.

Many people would die. Many will lose their homes. Many will be wounded.

In fact, if he wasn't careful, even some of his women could lose their life, and that, more than anything, terrified him.

'Truly a selfish prince.'

He was selfish throughout and through. He cared about people but cared more about his own. He feared spilling blood but feared more the blood of those he cared for being spilled.

His father in this world put the interest of many above that of the minority. The same went for all the previous King, in their own ways. But, he simply couldn't.

'I rather kill thousands, than see one of the people I love bleed.'

Sol knew that for him who hadn't even killed someone once, talking about killing thousands of people seemed like big words without any substance. But this was how he felt.

He had no deep attachments to this world aside from the few people close to him. So why should he care about strangers?

Because it was his responsibility as a prince?

Because this was the right thing to do?

'At the end of the day, I am still too naive and do not know enough about this world.'

As he approached the gate of the Gorfard's mansion, Sol decided something in his heart.

'Once this mess ends and after I form my contract...I will leave Lustburg.'

Once the carriage stopped and the driver opened the door, all emotions vanished from Sol's face.

As a noble, even more as a prince, he could be scared, he could be stressed, sad, happy, or anything. But, he should never let the enemy get hold of his weakness.

If when alone he was the young teen Sol, once he was in public, he was Prince Sol.

Finally, he stepped down,

”His highness, the prince Sol Dragona Luxuria!”