Herscherik (Reincarnated Prince Series)

Crowe, holding Hershelik by his side, walks between the trees while hiding himself in the fog.

Throw a dagger at the ambush of an empire that hits you along the way and pierce your eyebrows, or break your torso and head with iron wire, making a corpse. But Crowe expected that the body would be marked and enemy soldiers would come after him. It was only a matter of time before we were caught up and surrounded. And there was another problem.

"Surrounded?

"…… Imperial Army?

Hershelik, who blued his face slightly, asks. It is not from fear that I am blue-faced, but merely carried and drunk.

"... No, it's too soon to be a chaser.

Crowe shakes his head sideways at Hershelik's inquiry. It was quite far from the point where it had already been ambushed and it was difficult to believe that the Imperial Army was laying down soldiers around here.

(Did they direct you here?

We have chosen a location with few ambushes as we head north, but if we think about it now, it is also believed that we were led to this place, and the wrinkles between the brows of the chrome thicken.

"…… clo.

Hershelik, who fit so heavily in his one arm like that, speaks with a gentle tap on his arm.

"Clo, get me down. I'll only be on my feet when it comes to battle. No matter how capable Clo is, you can't fight with one hand to shelter me.

I could see that Crowe reacted with Vikri in that word, but I dared ignore it and Hershelik continues his words in a calm tone.

"Because I'm going alone from here on out. If you're alone, you can handle it without a problem.

But Crowe was unable to carry out the Lord's command immediately. Hershelik sighs small at him like that, slapping him in the arm again. And I called out to tell.

"Khlo, get me down.

It was calm but in an orderly tone. To that word Khlo slowly lowers Hershelik to the ground. Then he ran out of his knees and got to the same height as Hershelik's gaze, but he tended to drop his gaze and lay low, and when his mouth opened, he repeated the closure several times, and finally spoke out.

"If..."

"I'm not dying.

Hershelik cut it off with words before Crowe said everything. And I laughed and showed Clo my face all the time.

Hershelik sometimes looks like a young child.

He has childish eyes that are going to be squashed by anxiety, that are going to cry out now.

Hershelik thinks that something must have happened in his past to make him do so. But unless he says so, Hershelik doesn't want to ask. Because there are things I don't want to tell anyone or a past I can't tell you.

So instead, Hershelik laughs and shows it as usual.

"You promised. Unless Crowe dies, I will not die.

That was the first promise. Promise I made with Crowe in a swinging carriage. Apart from that, Hershelik had made his own decision that day.

Keep believing in Cro no matter what. And Oran and Shiro, who will take the lead and help themselves. Whatever happens, even if they betray you.

And as long as they follow me, I keep believing in myself like that.

So Hershelik goes on to say.

"Chlo, trust me. I believe in Cro... everyone.

Clo closes his eyes for a few beats so as to bite the word off. And when I open my eyes. Bloody dark red eyes stared straight at the Lord and nodded.

His eyes were no longer those of a frightened child.

Hershelik nods, too, and when he turns himself over, he rushes out.

Dropping off the little Lord's back, Crowe disappeared into the fog the next moment he stood up.

The man who was watching over them doubts his eyes. But for a moment, he tried to scream at the sore pain of being pressed into his throat, but his mouth was sealed in the hand that was turned from behind him, and he could not even scream, and he fell to his knees and died.

Looking down at the body that stopped moving was a cro that should have been the man's target until earlier. Cold eyes without temperature were looking at the man for a moment, and soon the figure dissolved in the fog and disappeared. And the lives of those lurking elsewhere sneak quietly from behind.

Those who surrounded them noticed the anomaly of their companions only after losing nearly half of the number of people gathered.

Hershelik goes up or down the hill and walks as hard as he can between the trees and between the bushes as he is taken by the mud. He rolled several times along the way, his clothes, his light-colored blonde hair and his white skin had mud creeping against him, but Hershelik didn't have time to stand on them.

Torment of the luxurious body and exit to the open place ahead through the trees. The sky is covered by darker and thicker clouds, with foggy rain pouring down. If you proceed with your feet, there will be a spectacular earth in front of you, and if you continue with this, there will be a border with the Principality of Parche. But Hershelik stops his leg. In front of the earth, the raging flooded rivers, and where I was, were on the cliffs.

Hershelik, after looking at the river from the top of the cliff, rests his hand on his thigh and in the middle hip position, he takes many deep breaths and breathes. Speaking for real, I wanted to sleep in the big letters on the spot, but I just refrained from that being a bad idea.

(That's hard when it's just a child's body.

Even if it was the body of a previous life, it wouldn't change the hardship, but Hershelik leaks a bitter laugh to himself. If it had been the body of a previous life when he was thirty-five the next day, it would have been heavy for him to walk at full strength, and even if he could, he would have had generalized muscle pain about the next day, no, the next day.

I heard a slight noise behind my back. Hearing that, Hershelik lifts his body out of his mid back position, stretches his spine and takes another deep breath. He then grabbed the silver Komi pocket watch in his pocket and looked back ready. At the end of his gaze were the men who emerged from the shadows of the trees.

A sufficient number of men with one hand were neither Imperial Soldiers nor Kingdom Soldiers, who were allies. Cover your face with a hood or cloth and hide, all you can see is your eyes. He was dressed in dark colored clothes, and he was as good as a crock when he was a secret detective.

I mean, Hershelik figured out that's who they are. But I dare ask.

"What about you?

Hershelik praises himself inside, saying it would be good if his voice didn't tremble. I am alone now. I'm just a helpless kid now that I don't have Cro, Oran or Shiro. I could easily imagine that resisting would take my life in an instant.

But still, Hershelik makes a spare look and throws words at them as they pack their distance from themselves.

"…… there is no need to answer.

"It doesn't hold up.

Saying so, Hershelik flaunts his shoulder.

"Anyway, Barbasse sent you, didn't he?

Hershelik did not miss the fact that the men rocked their shoulders and reacted to the words.

Power enters my hand holding the silver Komi pocket watch I grabbed. But Hershelik still did not put that inner part on his face, but went on to say it.

"Is it my life he wants?

You can tell me, and the leader replies with a cuddly voice to Hershelik, who will try to tilt his little neck.

"…… there is no need to answer the dying.

After he answers on, the man understands his failures. It was synonymous with affirming Hershelik's words in the answer now. I didn't mean to tell you, but the man gets upset when he realizes his mouth slipped under barometric pressure from a sucking blue eye staring straight at him.

The upset of such a man makes Hershelik look with a loud sigh, in a playful trick.

"He looks like I'm pretty blind to these kids.

Saying a white line, Hershelik let him flaunt his shoulders.

"…… its life, I will take it.

The man who strives not to react to Hershelik's words grabs the dagger removed from his nostrils. The other men also surrounded Hershelik not to let him escape, holding the murder weapon in their hands.

The men's siege nets narrow tightly and Hershelik retreats one step, another.

"I hate to hurt..."

Hershelik retreats even more slowly while squealing. If I looked behind me, I'd already retreated to the edge of the cliff.

Return your gaze, and the men were just about to hit daggers and knives in the hands.

"…… Ah.

A loose voice in between. That was the word Hershelik left behind. Hershelik disappears from the front of the men, and a fierce blistering noise echoes around them.

When the men rushed to the cliff and peered down, there was just a cloudy, flooded river flowing there, no sign of a prince, no way to float.

"Have you fallen……………"

"……… It is not helpful in this flow.

Other men nodded at the leader's words. Adult men still had no chance of surviving a young child like a prince.

"…… We're going back.

The men disappeared between the trees, signaling the words.