The Grand Prince Has Run Away - Chapter 72

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A mansion in the center of Ferrero Castle. 

A young man with brown hair was staring at an iron doll with black hair, stirring a giant staff longer than his height. 

The giant staff, which was engraved with a pinwheel pattern, was stirred as if it had become one with the young man, and soon vibrated short and strong several times, resonating with the young man’s heart beat.

As the young man reached out, there was a colorless energy that fluttered like a haze rising. Then it soon separated into numerous winds and flew straight to the iron doll. 

Puffing! 

A series of strong strikes have left deep scratches all over the iron doll. If it were humans, it would have been a piece of meat sliced into quarters. The young man with brown hair looked very satisfied.  

At that time, the voice of a man who seemed to be a servant came from outside. It was Paul. 

“Hubeo. Are you inside?”  

“Paul, don’t you know I’m in the training?” 

Paul said in a trembling voice at Hubeo’s sharp voice. 

“Well, the Duke invited you to lunch.” 

“My great-grandfather?” 

“Yes, he wants to see you today.” 

Hubeo thought seriously. It was a closed-door training camp that had been held for more than half a year after cutting ties with the world. It was regrettable to end it like this. 

But it was the call of his great-grandfather, the duke. It wasn’t without results anyway, so He thought he could accept the offer today. 

“Okay, open the door.” 

“Yes.” 

When Paul opened the door, Hubeo began to invoke magic. He soon disappeared and appeared in front of Paul. 

When Paul stepped back in surprise, Hubeo hung a calm smile around his mouth. 

“Don’t be so surprised. Teleportation, level 5 magic. Hahaha.” 

“Yes, yes? Teleportation?” 

Hubeo brought an index finger around his mouth. 

“Shush, you must not tell anyone. No matter how much I am a genius wizard, I also have a deep heart to be humble.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Come on, let’s go.” 

“Yes.” 

Hubeo walked for a while and looked at Paul with a subtle look. 

“I’m saying this because I’m worried, but it’s a secret.” 

“Don’t worry. I’ll take this secret to the grave.” 

“You don’t have to take it to the grave.” 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” 

Hubeo let out a short sigh. Paul didn’t look like that, but his mouth is quite heavy. He felt like He wasted Mana for no reason. 

* * * 

“Come on, let’s go inside.” 

Hubeo walked into the luncheon room under Paul’s guidance. There was no one at the long table yet. It looked quite different from usual when the family was crowded. 

“Anyone else?” 

“The Duke asked to see Master Hubeo only.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes, He must have something to say.” 

Hubeo smiled happily. He was being treated completely differently because He gained the storm god’s Giant Staff ‘Alloym’.

This wasn’t the only one. His cousin’s eight-year-old brothers, who had been competing for successors in the past, had no eye contact with him anymore, and relatives and family were busy catering to him.

The Giant Staff  Alloym of the Storm God is a symbol of the family beloved by the Duke of Reynolds, who opened the Ferrero family. Now that he has gained this, he won the post of successor. 

Hubeo sat down on the table chair in a dignified posture. He is the successor to the duke. You have to be careful of every move you make. 

“The Duke is coming in.” 

Hubeo rose from his seat and showed courtesy. 

Soon after, an old man with long hair came inside. It was Duke Ferrero. He was well over the age of 90, but still, in a refined appearance, he sat calmly at the table, watched by the deacon and his servants. 

“Hubeo, sit down.” 

“Yes.” 

In a long silence, the soup was placed on the table. The Duke opened his mouth with a spoon. 

“Yeah. What were the consequences of the closure training?” 

Hubeo wiggled for a while and politely said. 

“My talent was so humble that I didn’t achieve much.” 

Duke Ferrero frowned slightly. 

“Is that so?” 

“Yes.” 

Then Paul bravely stepped forward. 

The expression the Duke is making and Prince Hubeo’s strange nuance. Paul’s experience and instinct, which had been working for the duke family for a long time, were telling him that it was time to step up. 

“Duke, Master Hubeo recently became a fifth-level wizard.” 

“Paul, have you already forgotten that I should be so humble?” 

With Hubeo’s voice ringing, Duke Ferrero smiled brightly. 

“Oh, yeah. The family tradition of our Ferrero family is being humble. Hubeo, you have a mean servant.” 

“I’m sorry. I made a mistake in educating him.” 

“Then you’ll have to punish him. How can you punish him?” 

Hubeo replied with a very disapproving face. 

“I heard that there is a very strict butler training institution in Hwangdo. I will send him there to teach him to be scolded.” 

“Yes, I don’t think you need to step up and educate him by yourself without dignity. Well thought.” 

“Thank you.” 

Paul looked between the Duke and Hubeo with a confused face. He can’t understand the corner of this family. Compliments are like scolding and scolding.

Actually, just this time. 

Although the butler education process was rumored to be somewhat difficult and tricky, once he becomes a butler, he ascends to the rank of a semi-royal.

Duke Ferrero turned to Hubeo again. 

“By the way, you’ve been through a lot. If you’re a fifth-level wizard at your age, it’s a growth rate that’s close to him.” 

“Who do you mean?” 

“Sam.” 

It was Duke Ferrero frowning, referring to Sam’s name. Hubeo immediately noticed and made complacent remarks. [Read this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at the “Novel Multiverse dot com” website @ novelmultiverse.com]

“Oh, you mean the ninth-level wizard who was a slave?” 

“Oh, yeah. He’s a slave, how arrogant He is. People should be humble.” 

“Yes, They should.” 

Sam was respected by all the magicians of the continent for his outstanding magic skills and outstanding character, but Hubeo didn’t have to talk much.

Duke Ferrero was the embodiment of jealousy. If He complimented Sam here, He could have been scolded as well. 

Duke Ferrero took out a document and stuck it out in front of Hubeo. 

“Here, take it.” 

“What is this?” 

It is a letter of recommendation for an assistant professor at the Department of Magic at Imperial Noble School. I’ve been thinking about recommending a good wizard for the president of the noble school, but I think you’ll fit in.” 

Hubeo hurriedly picked up the professor’s appointment. Only the best intellectual in the empire is appointed as a professor of the Imperial noble school. Although he is now only an assistant professor, it was also a sensitive matter.

He has to go through the assistant professor course to become a professor. 

It was a golden opportunity to compensate for the lost youth. 

“But how could I…? 

“It’s time for you to pave your way and move on. Teaching others will help you reflect on yourself, perhaps in your magical life.”  

“Okay, I’ll take it if great-grandfather says so.” 

Hubeo accepted the letter of recommendation. An assistant professor at the Imperial noble school is a position that must be passed by wizards who take elite courses.

Duke Ferrero spoke admonishingly. 

“In recent years, there have been countless new generations of new stars responsible for the next generation on the continent. You must stand on them and shine our Ferrero family.” 

“New stars?” 

“Don’t you know? Princess Sierra and Princess Ignes, who became great holy ladies.” 

“Oh, yeah.” 

Hubeo grumbled inwardly. Great holy ladies have symbolism, and it seemed absurd that He should stand on them. They and Hubeo are different in level. 

“In addition, there is also Princess Joseph of the Grand Duke Charles, and the previously disappeared Great Holy Lady of Yin-yang appeared this time.” 

Hubeo opened his eyes wide. 

As far as he knows, the great lady of yin-yang was Shura. Given that the majority of female elves tend to die together when their husbands die, it was hard to believe that she was still alive. 

“Is Shura really alive?” 

“Yes.” 

“That’s strange.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“His lover died last year.” 

Duke Ferrero tilted his head. 

“What are you talking about? He’s alive. He is so talented that he has risen to the top of the young stars.” 

Hubeo opened his eyes. He clearly heard that Jan was dead. 

“R, really?” 

“That’s right. He’s alive.” 

“Who?” 

“Kaojan Anukin. A mid-level master swordsman also called Baekmyun, who had recently defeated the undefeated Duke of Bastian in the war against the Kingdom of Robros, and defended Kara, who was already so talented as a strategist. Your goal is none other than this man. You’re gonna have to go beyond this man’s reputation to be the best.” 

He looked like an amazing person. If you’ve strategically broken the Duke of Bastian, who was called the great mastermind, is that human? It’s a monster. 

Hubeo thought his great-grandfather was making too many demands. 

‘By the way, Kaojan Anukin…Wasn’t Shura’s lover Jan?’ 

Hubeo, who was pondering the name, was frightened and shook his body. 

Kaojan Anukin was an ancient rune word meaning ‘Jan back from hell.’ Of course, the word order is wrong, so Jan was right. Jan almost failed the ancient rune language course.

Even though he only had him memorize the questions that would come out on the test the day before the evaluation. 

“Hey, that’s ridiculous…” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Nothing.” 

Jan, the Mastermind, came back alive. He became so complete that he beat the master Duke of Bastian. 

‘This bastard never dies!’

He swept away his face, recalling his legendary hero story. In particular, the theatrical version of ‘The Grand Prince of Baedeok, the Great Heroes and the Great Holy Ladies’ was very fatal. If Jan saw this play, he would be dead. 

* * * 

It was inside the carriage heading to the divinum temple. Scratching my ears, I secretly looked at Armida, who was sitting alone in the front seat. She looked a little anxious and unhappy without saying anything. 

“Sister, are you worried that you don’t have anything to report?” 

“No.” 

“Then what?” 

“I don’t know. I feel bad for some reason.” 

Armida turned her head bluntly. 

I gently wrapped my arms around the waist of Shura and Padilla sitting on both sides. 

Padilla said with a worried face. 

“But can I come here at this time?” 

“You have to come. It’s good to be a Guardian.” 

“But…” 

Padilla seemed to have been heartbroken about leaving the throne empty and coming here. This is because there are many things to say about the early days of the establishment of the kingdom, and the loyalty of the local people is very low. 

If she wasn’t in the palace, the construction she was doing could have been disrupted, and there could have been a rebellion. 

“It’s okay. You have your men who fought with you in the last war. If there’s a rebellion, they’ll take care of it. If we do something, we can go and do it later. So you just have to focus on getting excited. If you become a Guardian after gaining your prestige, you will be very comfortable ruling the kingdom. You’ll become a Saint.” 

“But it’s not very likely, is it?” 

“Trust is everything.” 

Shura poked me in the ribs. 

“Master, didn’t you tell me?” 

“What?” 

“Three and a half laps, two and a half.” 

Shura seemed to be talking about illegal manipulation. But there was no need to tell Padilla. In her previous life, she was chosen by Gauss, the God of Water, and became the Great Holy Lady of Water. 

“If you’re really worried, teach me later.” 

“Yes.” 

Soon the carriage reached the front of the gate of Divinum. There was a brief inspection of the holy knights, but as soon as our identity was confirmed, they passed without fail. No matter how new a country is, Padilla was the queen of the country. Instead of Divinum, who likes power, he could not have been treated harshly in the war. 

“This is the hotel where the Queen and her company will be staying.” 

General Abdul, who was guarding the escort, guided us to a hotel. Prague hotel, but seeing the sign of light on the signboard, it looked like a lodging house where the light forces stayed.  

“Get us to another hotel!” 

Armida was the Valkyrie of Darkness, who had a hostile relationship with the forces of light. 

Abdul talked over the window with a troubled face. 

“But this hotel’s VIP room is the most spectacular and beautiful.” 

“Do you want to die?” 

There was a strong livelihood in the eyes of Sister Armida. So I said to Abdul quietly. 

“Get back to the hotel where the dark forces are staying. She’s not supposed to be in this hotel.” 

“But it’s hard to cancel the reservation all of a sudden. Besides, it’s Procia Day week, so it’s hard to find a room.” 

“It could be a big accident. It’s okay if it’s small, so get it back to the Dark Force Hotel.” 

“Yes, then I see.” 

Abdul was embarrassed and left with some of his men. Taking advantage of a short break, I came out of the carriage and looked around. 

Instead of Divinum, the temple was still busy and flooded with pilgrims. 

‘Don’t get into trouble this time, and let’s enjoy ourselves.’ 

Divinum Temple Hall is one of the world’s most sacred sites, but it is also the largest tourist destination. There was also a temple of depravity, and many pretty elves pass by here. I was definitely going to enjoy this year.[Read this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at the “Novel Multiverse dot com” website @ novelmultiverse.com]