Carl paused for a mont at that sight.
'Nero is a little more…. I thought he would little sturdy... .'
But the worry was short-lived.
Co to think of it, Nero probably isn't even 20 years old yet. Plus, Carl's never actually seen Nero.
Just as Azgoth was a completely different person from what he imagined, Nero may also be different.
"Ah, the adventure…I would like to go there once my illness is cured."
"okay? Well, it would be good for a man to dream that much."
Nero smiled slightly.
His smile is captivating, transcending gender boundaries and srizing all who see it.
"But, will you be okay? I thought you were looking for a cure."
"Oh, that…"
Carl, who was in a daze, stuttered in embarrassnt.
He swallowed hard, tried to compose himself, and began to speak as he had planned.
"I heard from Milton that dical books wouldn't help, so I was trying to approach it in a slightly different direction."
"In which direction?"
Nero slowly walked around the desk and stood next to Carl.
Carl tried to relax when he saw that his gaze was directed to what he had written.
"If there is a disease, isn't there a cure sowhere?"
"Maybe so."
"My illness causes my body to generate a lot of heat, so I thought there might be sothing that could cool down the fever… ."
"Ha ha ha ha ha!"
Nero laughed out loud as if that young idea was funny. His golden hair is slightly dishevelled, covering his eyes.
"Okay! Right! That is correct!"
Nero laughs and puts his hand on Carl's shoulder.
Carl felt sothing unknown at that mont. But it passed by in an instant and disappeared in vain.
"So, Did you ask Milton if that helps or not?"
"Yes, if it's in a dical book, Milton said there is a possibility ."
"ha ha ha!"
This is nonsense an utter nonsense.
But that's why it's not a bad and foolish excuse for Carl, who has been locked in his room all his life and has not been able to co out.
Nero laughed cheerfully as if he had heard a very interesting story.
Carl thought that his laughter and smiling face seed much more lively than before.
"Hmm, hmm…Okay. So was it successful?"
"No, not yet…".
"Hmm…"
Nero imdiately picked up the papers on which Carl had written crookedly and began to flip through them and read them.
Carl tensed and swallowed his saliva.
He tried his best to show the direction, but if Nero didn't notice or didn't know about the object, it was all in vain.
"..."
Nero's eyes, which were flipping through the paper, suddenly turned to look down at Carl.
Carl couldn't figure out what was swirling inside. He may just be hoping that he will tell him the right answer quickly.
"… Yes, you are working hard. I hope you find a cure too."
"… Ah yes…"
It's the worst! Even Nero doesn't know!
Carl felt deeply disappointed.
Is it not possible? Is he going to die like this?
"How about getting help from soone else?"
"…Soone else?"
Carl asked back helplessly at Ias' words
He feels like his little energy is draining from the disappointnt of failure.
"Okay. From the looks of it, the librarians seem quite eager to help you."
"… Right...I see."
Carl caught the dying embers of hope.
Yes, it is still too early to give up. He doesn't know how long he has left to live, but he can still move.
…Well, if it doesn't work out, I'll just decide to take care of it later and ask for help directly.
Wouldn't that be better than dying right away?
"it was fun eting you. I'll just go now."
"Ah, Yes. Thank you."
"You are polite. It seems true that you lost all your mories, but... ."
Nero rolled his eyes and smiled.
"By any chance, do you know ?"
Carl asked in a slightly awkward voice. It was his best acting.
"of course. You're my brother."
"Brother?"
Carl, with wide eyes, knew what to say next.
The Emperor's third son, 3rd Prince, Nero...
"Yes, it's Adrian, your second brother. If there is a chance, let's et again next ti."
…What?
Nero, no, Adrian, Carl, who had lost his mind, tilted his head as if strangely, then turned around and walked out of the imperial library with light steps.
Carl stiffened and his lips trembled.
'…You crazy psychopath!'
Carl almost scread as if he was vomiting blood.
Goosebumps appear all over his body from fear and trepidation.
Adrian lost all human feelings, such as affection, after the death of his mother, Emma.
He is a runaway locomotive without brakes that only pursues his goal, and he is a heartless, cold-blooded emperor who without hesitation purges all of his relatives even before they can walk while looking ahead to his next plan.
Adrian smiled brightly like a child, put his hand on his shoulder, and read everything he had written ticulously, from start to finish!
'Shit! yes! It'll be suspicious!'
Adrian is a thorough person. A year and a half since Emma's death, Adrian has already reached the truth.
Emma was killed by Azgoth. Because it was a politically necessary death, Azgoth did not bat an eye and killed the empress who had given birth to his son.
Adrian must be working behind the scenes by now on a plan to kill everyone who gets in his way, kill Azgoth, and beco emperor.
Until the plan is implented, he pretends not to be as interested in power as before and is just acting a little sweet, a little caring, and a little lazy.
In such a situation, if the dying 4th prince suddenly enters and exits the imperial library passionately with a trembling body, He will want to see his face at least once to see if he will be a disturbance in the future!
'Was there sothing suspicious? No, that's not possible... ! … is not it?'
While Carl was distracted and fumbling around, Adrian must have been contemplating whether to kill him or not.
What on earth did he see in Carl? Did he notice sothing like Azgoth?
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