The Seventh Prince Runs Away from Awkward Situations Chapter 75

“A tearful father-son reunion.”

At the leisurely voice, Agoni Piteos slowly released the arms that were embracing his son.

“I greet His Highness the 2nd Prince.”

Perhaps his body hadn’t forgotten the movements of a noble yet, so a passably elegant greeting came out.

“Did you deceive everyone and pretend to be dead?”

At the word deceive, the compulsion that one shouldn’t lie raised its head again inside Duke Piteos’s heart.

“No. When I opened my eyes, I was already below the cliff. I only survived because I was lucky.”

In his words that came out like an excuse, not a single letter of information about Amica’s space could be found.

Dito’s eyes, staring at the Duke who composed his uncomfortable heart as much as the information he hid, were cold.

“I can’t believe it; falling from that height, yet looking so fine.”

“However, I only survived. You cannot punish me for surviving.”

At the sight of Agoni Piteos correcting Dito’s words again, Dito’s expression changed subtly.

Because it was speech and behavior unimaginable if it were the old him.

If it were the original him, he would have bent his knees and offered words of apology by now.

“Since when did the dogs of the Imperial Family start talking back?”

At the sharp question, the Duke remained silent for a moment before slowly opening his mouth.

“Since realizing that I was a dog, not a sword.”

At his upright eyes, Dito twisted his mouth.

“Insulting the Imperial Family will be added to your charges.”

“I will receive as much legitimate punishment as you want. But for now,”

The Duke hid the Little Duke behind him and re-gripped his sword.

“Please let my son and the children go. The children have no sin.”

“And if I refuse?”

“I will commit a few more acts that will become sins. So that you can condemn me right now.”

Duke Piteos’s heart was beating like crazy to the point of hearing ringing in his ears, but he did not loosen the hand holding the sword.

A sneer hung on Dito’s face.

“It is just as the Little Duke said. Father and son are identical. But such things are annoying, so I will decide your sentences at once. All of you will have your limbs cut off right here and be taken away.”

Dito’s hand went up.

Soon, a fire the size of a human face flew like an arrow towards his face.

Duke Piteos pushed his son strongly to the side and jumped in the opposite direction.

The Little Duke rolled his body once but stood up again stably.

The fireball that failed to hit them collided with the wall, creating a roar.

“Wh, what? What is that sound?”

Watching the children who had lost consciousness regain consciousness one by one thanks to it, the Duke shouted.

“Flinn, run away! Take the guys who can move and run away. I will buy time in the meantime.”

Before parting with the father he barely met, the boy hesitated.

Because there was no way the child would forget that the back of him leaving saying he was going to the hunting festival had become the last memory.

Duke Piteos gathered his strength against the fireball flying towards the children this time.

The wind that flew with the sword pressure barely turned the direction of the sphere.

It collided with the wall, creating a dust storm.

The children scattered screaming.

The Duke approached his son who was looking at them with shaking eyes.

“Flinn, look at me.”

The good son raised his head and faced him straight.

“We always have to think of a way for most people to survive. Right now, that way is for you to run away with the children.”

The child bit his lip once and turned his body.

At the pitiful appearance of not even being able to say the words to come back alive, Agoni Piteos gripped his sword tightly.

On the other side of his heart that wanted to run to his son immediately from the moment he entered the capital, there was a voice tormenting him.

Wouldn’t disappearing like this be the choice for the remaining family members?

wouldn’t the efforts of the remaining people built upon his death be overturned with his appearance?

He didn’t know which side was right even now that he revealed himself, but one thing was certain.

“Flinn, I love you. I am truly proud of you.”

That he could say the farewell he couldn’t say in the last goodbye that was too sudden.

At the last greeting of his father who wasn’t good at saying embarrassing things, the Little Duke gritted his teeth and ran.

“Run, everyone! If you want to live, run towards the door!”

Carrying Seya, who was lying unconscious far from the 2nd Prince, on his back and buttoning up his outer coat tightly, the Little Duke ran towards the exit while continuously shouting.

The children, who were in confusion, instinctively began to gather towards the place where the voice that had led them throughout the escape was heard.

“Doing meaningless things.”

The Duke blocked the front of Dito who was turning his body towards the children.

“I apologize. You cannot pass beyond here.”

“Do you really think you can stop me?”

Of course not.

But I can stall for a few minutes.

At least until the children, until Flinn leaves this room.

The Duke did not wait any longer and pounced on Dito.

Dealing with a Manis user seems difficult at a glance, but the principle is simpler than thought.

Not giving them a gap to use their power.

Usually, the larger the amount of Manis, the faster the speed of drawing out power and the greater the attack power, so there had been no opponent against whom Duke Piteos’s frontal tactic hadn’t worked until now.

The problem was that the current opponent had superior physical abilities than anyone else.

‘At least just a few minutes…….’

His ruthless attacks flooded in, but Dito’s expression didn’t change much.

By moving just a few steps from his spot, he was dodging or countering Duke Piteos’s attacks.

He couldn’t win no matter what.

Duke Piteos’s breathing gradually became rough.

He couldn’t tell if his current shortness of breath was due to his heart beating like crazy, or due to the attacks that didn’t reach no matter where he stabbed or cut.

“So this is all.”

He thought he might have lost consciousness for a moment.

Because the moment he heard the 2nd Prince’s voice, he felt as if his mind suddenly snapped awake.

The moment Duke Piteos read the boredom smeared on Dito’s face, Dito’s leg had already touched his right knee.

The next thing visible was the ceiling.

Only belatedly could he realize that his body flew upward from that single light kick.

“Father!!!”

The Little Duke’s scream brushed past his ears.

Thud!

The Little Duke looked at his father’s body that crashed to the floor with unbelieving eyes.

The child turned his body that was heading to the door and tried to approach his father.

“Flinn! Don’t stop your feet!!”

What stopped such a child was his father’s voice.

Only then did the child realize that he wasn’t even breathing.

Gasping for a rough breath, the child ran towards the door again.

Most of the children had already gone out the door.

Now only he and Seya were left.

Let’s go out.

Let’s go out and bring Jack and Tollin.

That is the only way to save Father.

“Trying to abandon your father and go, you shouldn’t do that.”

At the same time a mocking voice was heard, a long flame flew past the Little Duke’s ear.

The flame taking the form of a whip wrapped around the pedestal of the statue guarding the side of the door.

Kwang!!!

It was an instant that the giant statue of Sierra Abalan fell.

The face of the god fell to the floor, completely blocking Flinn and Seya’s retreat path.

At the hopelessness of encountering a mountain he couldn't cross, the Little Duke stopped breathing.

What does God exist for?

The half-broken face of Sierra Abalan blocking the entrance had no answer.

***

“Seya!”

At Mir’s shout heard beyond the debris of the statue, the Little Duke came to his senses.

Should I climb up even by crawling?

“I didn’t knock it down because I missed.”

The 2nd Prince’s voice broke even the child’s will to struggle.

“Next time the flame will pierce through both of you, so just stay still. Since I want to kill you right in front of my eyes if possible.”

Having finished speaking plainly, he moved his steps towards the child.

“You, you still have to deal with me.”

It was Duke Piteos.

Using his sword as a cane, he raised his body.

Standing in an awkward posture perhaps because his right knee wasn’t listening, he corrected his grip on the sword again.

“Will you be okay? If you just lay there, you would have died a little less painfully.”

Dito, ridiculing his appearance that clearly wouldn’t be able to take even a single blow, raised his hand.

Matching that, Duke Piteos also pulled up strength from inside his body.

If he squeezed out all the Manis he had, wouldn’t he be able to deflect his attack just once?

It was the moment his concentration reached its peak, hoping the 2nd Prince wouldn’t call forth a fire enough to swallow him.

Rattle, Bang!

“…….”

“…….”

What refreshed the air that was choking their necks was the door that opened suddenly and someone who appeared from within.

He didn’t enter through a hidden door like the Duke, nor did he break the door and enter, but everyone’s gaze was fixed on him.

Tall height, black hair, and golden eyes.

It was Ratel.

***

“Ratel……?”

At the sight of Duke Piteos stupidly calling his name, Dito raised one eyebrow.

“What are you? How did you get here?”

Dito asked at his sudden appearance, but Ratel frowned slightly as if displeased with something.

“You just heard the name, so why ask? And you saw with your two eyes that I came in through the door. What kind of stupid question is that?”

A chilly atmosphere hovered to the extent of creating an illusion that no sound was heard inside this space.

Agoni Piteos thought that this time, the 2nd Prince might really bring down the tower.

Even setting aside the informal speech, was there ever another experience in his life where his intelligence was questioned?

Probably not.

Dito Abalan’s body turned completely towards Ratel.

“A guy with an extraordinary mental state.”

The flame that should have struck Jing changed its target and flew towards Ratel.

And this also meant that his attention was focused elsewhere.

With his skill, he would be able to dodge about one blow.

He had thought the day to thank Ratel would never come in his life, but now was the opportunity.

And the Duke was not an idiot to miss such an opportunity.

Agoni Piteos turned around as he was and lifted Flinn and the child carried on Flinn’s back respectively.

And he threw up the child who was mouthing as if trying to say something with all his might.

It felt like his right knee, which he used as support, was breaking, but the relief that he could finally make his son escape from this dead ground was greater than the pain.

“I told you what happens if you move like a rat.”

But that didn’t last long.

Along with a chilly voice, a flame cut through the space with the speed of an arrow.

Duke Piteos quickly reached out his hand.

Power escaped from his fingertips, creating a small whirlwind.

To at least change the direction of the fire.

But his power couldn’t change even the trajectory of Dito’s power.

Duke Piteos realized how ignorant he was to think he could deflect his attack even a little.

And that compared to the power of the Imperial Family, his power was no different from dust.

It was the moment the fear that he had to lose his son before his eyes ate him up.

A flash occurred.

Duke Piteos stared blankly as light that seemed to blind him flew like a whip and ate up the flame.

And his son, who narrowly avoided the attack, safely went over the pile of stones.

Agoni Piteos turned his head and shifted his gaze to the source of the light.

Ratel, who was still standing crookedly and looking at Dito arrogantly.