Herscherik (Reincarnated Prince Series)

Shiro found that his body was being replaced by something that was not a person, screaming at the kind of severe pain that lightning was running through his body.

The magic formation causes a tremendous amount of floating magic to flow into your body and fill your vessels. Ordinary people would quickly have crossed their limits and a vast amount of magic would have crumbled their bodies. But my body embraced its immense magic.

(Are you sure I'm going to be a monster?

In myself screaming in pain, I had myself watching it calmly.

The other self laughs ridiculously.

(I've been told it's scattered. That just got real, what's worse than ever?

Instead, I think that if my consciousness becomes a puppet that is taken away and manipulated by Henil, I may not feel comfortable thinking that I don't have to suffer as before.

(Or shall we go around destroying everything with this power we've got?

It's a world that's been torn apart. What's wrong with destroying it?

Differences in birth, differences in appearance, heterogeneous abilities, if the differences are narrow, they can be personalized, but if the differences are greater, they are eliminated.

Why is it that others are forgiven and not themselves? Why is this world so hard on me?

Siro found out that dark emotions spread within him.

But one voice stopped the emotion.

"Shiro loved you!

It was the voice of that unusual prince.

(Hershelik?)

A blonde prince with blue eyes. Even though he is inferior to all other princes, he does not feel inferior to them. He was always positive. Even though he had no magic to use, he was also willing to study and greedy for knowledge. I only had myself looking forward to classes with him.

"Noel, look.

The magic power of the remaining henyl in your body forces you to move yourself.

Beyond the glowing magic formation, there was a henil. And a small body caught by him.

A dagger in Henil's hand scratches a muscle on his cheek. Red blood flowed from it and dyed one cheek of his. But he never utters a word. I don't even ask for help. But it was not good for those eyes to give up.

Henil waves up his hand with a dagger. To pierce Hershelik with that dagger.

Siro's days with Hershelik came back to life behind his brain.

He also seems to be an unworthy big man of the year, who apologizes for making mistakes with women, who enthusiastically study magic, who speaks no matter how unabashedly he treats them, who does not harm his mood, who, instead of being frightened when he sees his heretical abilities, speaks with determination about his thoughts and his purposes, who sparkles his eyes and turns his admirable emotions.

"Mr. Shiro!

I started calling him that on my own if I didn't give him my name. I didn't like that name at first. I only naturally accepted that name at all times.

Its existence is about to disappear now.

(Please stop.)

Something smashed in the silo. I can tell that's the magic that was tying me up. I used my original magic and instantly made everything under my control, including the constantly flowing magic.

Shiro immediately begins to build a magical formula.

(The subject is himself, the prince, everything that is already doing life activities except that woman. The range is inside this room. The destruction of the junction strewn around at the same time......)

It takes thirty seconds without auxiliary magic equipment. The magic formula consumes too much magic power in an instant and combines it up.

I thought that was what turned me into someone else than a human being, but now I didn't care.

Activate simultaneously with the completion of the magic formula.

Using all his magic powers, he instantly destroys a strong bond, and a mass of wind moves toward the target audience. The target was struck directly by the magic of the wind and slammed against the wall.

Like the other magicians, Hahnil sees him in a distant consciousness, slammed against the wall.

A presence that has broken its own spell over the years, placing all its magic under its control and wrapping it around a beautiful, brilliant light, as if it were a goddess.

(Unexpected to break my spell and use more magic...... no)

Hahnil rethinks. There are spells, but Noel couldn't have done any harm to himself. Even though it was false, Henil is the parent of his upbringing. I would have hesitated to do harm.

But without hesitation, he took a prince who had spent only a few months with him, rather than his raised parents. Even it took him a few years to earn his trust, but the prince did it easily in a few months.

At the time I thought I'd use that prince, at the time I was greedy to make sure the plan...

"Was everything inevitable………"

Henil let go of his consciousness when he muttered so.

The liberated Hershelik checks the immobilized henil and wipes back the blood that conveys his cheeks.

"Thanks Shiro...... Shiro!?

What Hershelik, who thanked him, saw was a magic formation that remained activated with Shilo who stood up on the spot even when the spell was broken.

"Why!? The magician is unconscious!

With the magic unleashed by Ciro earlier, everything but Hershelik and Gene, who were indoors, including Henyl, does not lie and move to the ground. Yet now the ritual was ongoing. No, the room is brighter than just now, and the wind is brisk.

"Master Hershelik!

Jean screamed as she ran over to Hershelik.

"This magic must have him at its core. So uhh."

I can't handle magic beyond that. Even Hershelik found out. Before Hershelik speaks, he opens his mouth.

"The woman is right, it only stops when I either become a complete demon or die. And now that the magician who controlled it has lost consciousness, we don't even know if the ritual will be completed safely. Worst of all, magic could erupt in this area.

Silo calmly analyzes that his life is at stake. The pain I had felt earlier was gone, but I couldn't move from this place because of the action of the magic formation, and even the enormous amount of floating magic kept pouring into my vessel, which was being transformed.

Earlier, I was able to handle magic because I used my magic power to put the accumulated magic under my control, but it was difficult to control the new magic that was pouring in after using up my magic power, and I couldn't make it my thing. You can do it over time, but if you look at the state where the magic formation is still activated with incompleteness, you can easily predict that there won't be that time.

Shiro was interested in who the hell gave these advanced magic formulas, magic formations, which are not in modern magic knowledge, to the henils, but now it doesn't matter.

I was more interested in Hershelik now than that. The fact that Hershelik never changed his expression when he was poked with a dagger is upsetting.

The look on his face satisfies Shiro. The fact that he was the only one who always looked at me. I was convinced that he was the one who accepted my essence. That's why I saw what I needed to do.

"You have to get out of here. While I'm enclosing as much magic as I can..."

"Seal it up, what are you doing?

Hershelik blocks Shiloh's words. Hershelik found out that he was trembling. I'm never afraid of Shiro. It was a tremor from the fear of losing him.

"I'm going to blow myself up, you don't say!?

It was a word I wanted you to deny. But Shiro doesn't deny it either.

Just quietly, and for the first time, he smiled. Even though he is a man, he smiles as divine as the Goddess of Beauty, but laughs.

"…… I will not forgive you, I will never forgive you."

I lose my word to his first Dere for a moment, but Hershelik slaps the word.

I don't give up until the end. I will never allow it to be a sacrifice premise. That's what I said.

(What do we do? What am I supposed to do?

Hershelik summarises Henil's commentary, Siro's words, and less magical knowledge to think.

This magic will also be used to supply the floating magic around Shiro. Use that magic to convert Shiloh into a demon god. If that means we can transfer the magic that's supposed to go to him somewhere else...

The light flickered in Hershelik.

Remove the silver Komi pocket watch from your pocket. Pocket watch with the same special powers as Ciro.

With this, we can bypass the massive floating magic gathering on him. But that's a bet. I don't know if I'll succeed. I don't know if my body without magic can withstand a lot of magic.

But this is the only way we can help Shiro.

"Gene, you run.

It was a dangerous bet. So I thought I'd just run away from here. But Gene shook his head at the words.

"No, Your Highness. I will always be by your side.

She smiles. Hershelik couldn't say anything to that smile.

"…… Thank you.

And Hershelik holds Silver Ancient Beauty's pocket watch.

"Shiro, I will definitely help you. So don't give up.

Hershelik steps out into the magic circle.

The junction was not inhibited by the wall as it had just been destroyed by Shilo, but the moment I stepped in, my skin ran a tingling, electrostatic pain.

For a moment Hershelik lurked his eyebrows, but still approached Shilo step by step. As Shiro approaches the center where he is, the pain also becomes stronger like the current running through his body, biting his back teeth to endure him wanting to scream, and sweat rises and transmits his cheeks. The wound slashed by the henyl caused sweat and sharp pain.

"Stop..."

Shiro told me to whine. But Hershelik ignores it and doesn't stop walking.

"Hershelik, please don't!

Silo abhors his voice to him, who warps his face in pain but surely approaches him.

"You don't have to be hurt!

"Say no!"

Hershelik bounces off Shilo's plea. And make him laugh and look as if to reassure him.

"I told you. I'm greedy, so I get it all.

The wind winds wind around the center of Shiloh and the light floods even bigger. In anticipation of his body about to be flown, Hershelik took a step further.

"So!"

Scream it like a hanging voice and pack it a step further.

"Ciro, trust me, too!

At that step I almost lost my distance from Shilo, to the point where Hershelik could touch Shilo if he reached out. She also has a silver Komi pocket watch in her hand.

(Please, pocket watch...... Klausssssssssssss)

The pocket watch glows out as if it responds to Hershelik's thoughts. At the same time Hershelik figured out that magic was pouring into him.

Not a trace amount of magic, as usual. I can see massive amounts of magic trying to fill me up, overflowing me.

Clari and his vision shook. Hershelik's feelings resemble anaemia, but there is someone who supported his body.

"Dear Hershelik, thank you very much.

"Gene......"

Hershelik only moves his neck and confirms her. Gene, who supports him from behind, looks pale but smiles. And Gene lays his own hand over Hershelik's hand with a pocket watch. The wrist clearly shows marks strangled with rope. It was painful to see that I should have been tied up until earlier, but I was forced to do so myself.

"Thank you, Gene.

To reward her thoughts, Hershelik grips the pocket watch hard again.

Tons of magic pours into me through my pocket watch. The magic became a torrent and even tried to push my consciousness away, but Hershelik would never be flushed.

(I will never give up!

The magic formation gathered so much light that its light exploded without sound.