The Bastard First Prince Doesn't Want to Die-Chapter 185

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Chapter: 185

Lying on the floor and looking at the ceiling, I thought of many things.

Could it be that I came here through that 'door'? I pondered over such a question and then fell asleep before I knew it.

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"You have the makings of a great warrior, but it's a pity you're just wandering around on the streets,” The man in front of me said. A deep voice, a confident tone. It was a familiar voice.

But the other person was much taller than me. I had to look up to see his face.

"You, do you want to keep living like this?"

His thick eyebrows were furrowed slightly mischievously. His neatly trimmed beard seemed to represent his meticulous nature. The knot that fastened his clothes was loose, but that was not something to judge him by. His straight shoulders and waist were bearing the responsibility of a lord without ever letting up.

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"......No."

Lord... It was the fortress lord.

He was much younger than his last appearance. At least 10 years younger. There was no way he could have suddenly become younger, so this must be an illusion.

I immediately realized that I was dreaming. Why was I having a dream about the fortress lord of all people? And this was when I first... no, when I second met the fortress lord.

Looking around, I could see the familiar yet unfamiliar scenery of the Blood Cloud Fortress marketplace.

"Good."

The lord fumbled around and untied the sword that was attached to his waist. Then he threw the sword to me as if giving it to me.

I accepted the sword in a daze.

"Keep it."

I glanced at the fortress lord's waist. He was originally wearing two swords. He gave me one, so there was one left.

"I met a strange person a while ago, and that person gave it to me. He repeatedly told me not to throw it away, saying that there would be a time when it would be used, so even though I wondered if I had met a madman, I was reluctant to throw it away. But I didn't know that it would meet its owner like this. If I had known, I would have taken better care of it."

It was something that I had carried around for my whole life, so it was as familiar to me as my own hands and feet, but the me in the dream looked down at the sword with a puzzled expression. It felt a bit unfamiliar because it was less worn out.

"I, I don't deserve to receive this..."

I stammered. At this time, I was a novice who couldn't even speak properly. How could I, who grew up wandering the streets without parents, have learned to speak properly anywhere?

At best, I was just a beggar who lived among a group of beggars, listening to swear words. Because of that, at that time, whenever someone spoke to me, I was very nervous and even sweated.

"Don't talk nonsense."

The lord's voice was firm. He raised his eyebrows slightly and continued.

"I'm giving it to you."

"I, I..."

"Are you going to refuse my choice?"

I shook my head.

"N, no, it's not like that."

There was no hesitation in the lord's eyes. What did he see in me? It was still a mystery.

And I followed the lord to the fortress. Even though I was a guy that the lord had personally taken in, I didn't receive any special treatment. Even if I was getting beaten by other soldiers, he would just glance at me and pass by.

Honestly, it would be a lie if I said that I wasn't resentful even once.

"Follow me."

One day, as usual, the lord personally came to find me, who was crouching in my quarters after being thoroughly beaten. Then he led me to an empty space.

"Are you not at all dissatisfied with living like this?"

How could I not be dissatisfied? Even an earthworm wriggles when stepped on. How could I be different? I wondered what his intention was in asking even though he obviously knew the answer.

"I cannot protect you. Not because it is impossible, but because me protecting you is not creating a suitable place for you."

The me in the dream was silent.

"Don't you understand?"

What would I, who was a beggar on the street until a few days ago, know?

The lord sighed as he looked at me, who was just hanging my head low.

"What if I die in battle one day?"

What do you mean? I'd have to die too.

If it were me a few years after entering the fortress, I would have definitely said that, but that novice was just a novice who didn't even know how to act nonchalant.

The lord approached this stiff novice with no hint of a smile.

"You must clearly know what you are capable of. In that way, you must create your own place, a job that only you can do."

It was not a simple warning, but sincere advice. Advice to create a reason why I must be in Blood Cloud Fortress.

"Then this place will become your home."

At the word ‘home’, I felt a deep resonance in my heart. Home. Something I had never had before.

"......Yes, sir."

I nodded my head, answering in a small voice in the dream. Then I held the sword tightly with both hands.

One day passed like that, a month passed, and a year passed. After several years, I was able to no longer be beaten by anyone.

No, no, that's not true. There were times when I was injured by stronger enemies or monsters that rarely appeared.

The scene in the dream changed, and the surrounding scenery had turned into a battlefield. Sharp cries and the violent sound of metal clashing struck my ears.

"Block them! Block them!"

"Don't let a single one of them live!"

It was a familiar cry.

I was standing on the fortress wall. All over the battlefield was engulfed in flames.

Red smoke soared into the sky, and armored enemies were rushing in from all directions. They surged endlessly like crashing waves.

"Don't come out of the fortress."

A familiar voice was heard from the right. It was the fortress lord. Immediately after, I realized that I was holding a sword in my hand.

Even though it was a dream, the weight of the weapon and the coldness of the metal were as vivid as reality.

"Pressing from the front! Don't retreat!"

I tried to break through the crowd and block the enemies, but it was not easy.

"I'll go."

In the meantime, the fortress lord had already left his position and left.

I stared blankly for a moment in the direction where the fortress lord had disappeared, and then I remembered what this situation meant.

This, this was... the battlefield where the fortress lord passed away.

I naturally picked up the sword. It was to chase after the fortress lord. Even if it was a dream, I didn't want to see him fall.

If I run now, can I save him? I can save him. Surely, surely...

In the surroundings, crumbling structures, injured and fallen comrades, and enemies rushing over them came into view. They were terribly persistent.

Those guys were not just a simple enemy, but they were like fanatics who were determined to destroy our fortress. A man in the enemy's ranks rushed towards me, aiming at me.

"You son of a bitch..."

The me in the dream glared at the opponent and gritted my teeth. It was pathetic to see him raging, unable to control his anger and murderous intent.

However, at that time, I didn't know. I didn't even know that I was showing a pathetic figure because I couldn't control my emotions, and I didn't know that I was wasting my energy on getting angry unnecessarily.

And that opponent, Jincheon, narrowed the distance, watching my movements with eyes that were consistently cold.

As I raised my sword, Jincheon blocked my sword as if he had been waiting for it. The sparks that flew as the metals collided filled my eyes.

I gritted my teeth at the failed attack and swung the sword again, but Jincheon took a step back as if he didn't even intend to parry. Then he aimed at my weakness and swung his sword low.

I turned my sword over and swung it, aiming for his neck, but the only one who bled was me. Jincheon's sword pierced deep into my thigh, and a scream that I couldn't suppress burst out.

My scream drew attention from the surroundings. The surrounding comrades came to help me, but it seemed that what Jincheon was aiming for was that part.

Jincheon's subordinates appeared on the fortress wall and began to fight with my comrades. Unfortunately, we were greatly outnumbered.

It was impossible for us to handle the enemies who seemed to be two, no, three times as many.

Then Jincheon proposed.

"If you come quietly, I will spare them."

I had no choice but to accept. The thought of chasing after the fortress lord filled half of my head, and the thought of saving my comrades who were in a disadvantageous position trying to help me filled the other half of my head.

Soon, I left the battlefield following Jincheon.

The scenery in the dream changed quickly. As soon as I left the battlefield, the surroundings turned into a forest. I quickly remembered where the changed place was.

This was a forest beyond the border. It was a place where people didn't live. If I went a little further in the same direction from here, I would reach the mountain, where I wandered for a long time and sent several Huawei Kingdom generals who were chasing me to their deaths.

However, it wouldn't work on Jincheon. I was thinking about how to escape from Jincheon's grasp and head to the Fortress Lord, but I eventually gave up.

"Commit suicide."

That's right, this crazy bastard. He did this to me too. When Jincheon in the dream said that, the me in the dream jumped up and down with my face flushed red.

"You crazy bastard... What? Say it again."

Then Jincheon replied in a nonchalant manner, "I said commit suicide."

He threatened and kidnapped a person who was just minding his own business, dragged him to some mountain, and then told him to commit suicide? What kind of absurd situation is this? At that time, I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even properly protest.

"Okay, fine. Is it enough if I die with you?"

The me in the dream shouted. Look at that. That docile reaction. It was because I was so embarrassed. I learned at that time that even absurd things don't make you angry if they go too far.

"Commit suicide. Then I will leave."

Jincheon took out a dagger from his arms and threw it in front of me.

"I will protect your honor."

"Shut up and get lost."

Watching me in the dream resist Jincheon's demands, I thought about what Jincheon's intentions might have been at that time.

Until the moment I died, I didn't know why Jincheon demanded that I commit suicide at that time. He was a strange guy in the first place, but that was an especially strange moment.

When I continued to resist, Jincheon sighed and then slapped me.

I couldn't even make a sound and fell down. Watching that pathetic figure, I felt my face burning.

When I fell down, Jincheon leaned his back against a nearby tree trunk and sat down, then muttered something to me.

My eyes were dizzy because I was beaten. I couldn't hear what Jincheon was saying well.

Then at some point, a bush caught my eye. It was a shrub with leaves that were purplish on one side.

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