Somehow I Raised A Prince - Chapter 13

“Ah…”1

Adele looked around the lighted room.

There was no one.

Only the open window was shaken by the strong wind.

Then the rain splashed in from the shaking window.

Under the window there was a robust pool of rain.

“What’s going on?”

Anna and Mina, who had fled outside, entered the room, making a fuss.

“It’s a mess!”

“The dress is all wet!”

Not just the floor, but the walls and chairs, and the dress and shoes that were hung on the chair, were all wet.

Water dripped from the window curtains, too.

Adele stood up from the chair, looking at Mina and Anna, who had just entered the room.

“I’ll clean it up, sister.”

“But we have to make your hair…”

“We can do it later. Because cleaning the room comes first.”

Anna and Mina looked a little sorry when they saw Adele smiling brightly.

“Shall we go out then?”

“That’d be better, sister.”

“Then Adele. We’ll make your hair pretty later.”

“Oh, dry the wet dress, too. Because you’re going to wear it.”

When the two cousins went out again, Adele stood in front of the mirror.

In the mirror, she had an unfamiliar necklace hanging from her neck.

It was a beautiful silver necklace.

A small jewel hung from the end of the necklace.

Adele, of course, had never seen a gem before, so she didn’t know what it was called.

She didn’t even know it was a gem that people called an ‘Onyx.’

“It’s strange…”

But what’s strange is that the sisters didn’t say anything about this necklace.

The sisters are greedy, so they must have asked where Adele got it if she had a necklace around her neck that she didn’t. But the sisters went out without asking. As if invisible to the eye.

“It’s so pretty…”

Stroking the necklace, Adele looked at the window.

And she walked to the window with  short steps.

The rain stopped before she knew it. The sudden heavy rain seemed to have been a passing shower.

As if it had not rained, the sky was bright and the wind was not blowing. However, traces of rain remained intact in the view.

She could see the barn from the window.

“Sigmund…”

There’s Sigmund in that barn.

‘We have to say goodbye, but…’

Even  if they meet in five days, she have to say goodbye.

“Ugh”

Adele, who had crossed the window, jumped to the ground.

She jumped into the barn, jumped down on the floor full of rainwater.

“Sigmund!”

She opened the barn door and called the child’s name, but there was no voice calling back, as usual, ‘Adele!’

“Sigmund?”

Again it was quiet.

Only the sound of rain dripping from the leaves was heard.

“You really went…”

Sigmund went away without saying goodbye.

She couldn’t even bid a goodbye to meet again after a little while.

Of course, she know they will meet again soon, but she wanted to say goodbye to him.

She couldn’t tell him to listen to what the man said until they met again.

Listen to him, eat well, sleep well at night, and stay  well.

She didn’t get to tell him to never go all the way by himself or to get lost in a strange place and not to be nervous.

She couldn’t even bring milk for lunch.

“He must have been hungry…”

Even the blueberry in the basket, she couldn’t give it to him.

Sigmund’s favorite blue berries and milk. And cheese and bread.

She sneaked them into the basket but couldn’t give them to him.

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“I’m hungry.”

The noise raised Jenson’s annoyance index.

He’ve heard ten times that he’s hungry.

Wouldn’t an adult be annoyed to hear that he is hungry 10 times?

“Wings hurt, too.”

Look.

He’s a very bluffing Emperor.

I’m hungry, my wings hurt, I don’t feel good, my hair tickles. He was determined to use every conceivable complaints.

Jenson didn’t like this dragon from the start.

No, from the beginning, he hated his job.

It was not in the right place to protect a large egg or to teach a blank child who woke up from the egg.

Why? Why on earth should he do such a thing?

His dream was to become a wanderer and wander the world. Why?

“I’m not flying anymore.”

That’s for this reason.

All the little ones are unruly.

There is no way to hear a word.

“I can’t fly.”

He has no judgment on the situation, and how stubborn he is.

“I’m not going any further.”

Look at this. It’s up to you, it’s up to you.

When he was in the egg, he would be hammering it up, and  rolling it up on the hill.

Now that he came out of the egg, he was wrong, but rather this side.

Wasn’t Baron Lushen also said to have been attacked?

Poor Lushen.

When he returned back to the palace, he may have to look at Lushen’s face.

He don’t know how bad the burn will be, but magic can restore it to a certain extent.

But it will only be a slight recovery.

Dragon’s flame is a mixture of dragon’s power.

The wounds suffered from the dragon’s magic cannot be healed with quite a bit of magic.

Therefore, the wounds suffered from  the upper dragon’s mana, are beyond the ability of wizards with lower mana.

He won’t be able to fix it very much, but he should be prepared for some scars.

That handsome face, every time a socialite sees it, spits out cheers, blushes, and turns deep when he speaks. That handsome face is now burnt.

This walking, or flying scourge, really needs teaching.

How smart is that girl Adele compared to this little girl?

She understands what he’s saying, she doesn’t judge what’s going on, she doesn’t procrastinate.

He like those smart kids.

I really want to roll this stupid kid off the hill.

“If you’re hungry, at least eat this.”

Jenson, who had returned from a crow to a human figure, said that he would not fly anymore and sat down on a nearby tree branch and gave something to Sigmund.

Jenson cast a spell on Sigmund to make him look like  a little baby crow so that no one else could see them flying in the sky.

Now, if someone passes under this tree, it will appear that a man and a baby crow are sitting on a branch.

Still, he have to be careful.

If Grand Duke Ernest catches the eye, this little emperor will be taken away.

Of course, if they go to the palace, Sigmund will meet Grand Duke Ernest anyways.

Because the emperor and the grand duke have to live together for a lifetime.

They will meet soon anyway, but he should never let Sigmund meet him without being ready.

After meeting in an unprepared state, he will be met by Grand Duke Ernest.

A little more, a little more, if prepared, he should be capable and encounter the Grand Duke. So now he  have to be careful.

“I’m not eating.”

Crack.

That was a crack in Jenson’s patience.

“You said you were hungry, this was made in the temple. I made it with all my heart to give it to you when you were born, why won’t you eat it?”

“I want to drink the milk Adele prepares for me.”

“There’s milk in here, too.”

“I want what Adele gives me.”

Should I kill him or let him go?

Of course, he has no ability to kill.

“It’s edible, too, and it’s healthier, and, Adele is not here.”

“Then, I won’t eat it. Until Adele gave it to me.”

“You’ll starve until then?”

“I’m not eating.”

Sitting with his legs hanging down from the branch, Sigmund inflated his cheeks.

He was hungry, but he didn’t want to eat anything that wasn’t given by  Adele.

Whether it’s milk or blueberry, he want to eat it when it smells like Adele.

It’s only been a while since he flew in, but he was already missing Adele, so he was getting impatient.

I shouldn’t have followed him.

He’ll just stay with Adele.

No, he’ll come with him when Adele does.

“You’re a stubborn man. Eat it.”

“No.”

“Then shall I force you to eat it?

When he said he will be forced to eat, Sigmund opened his mouth at Jenson with his cheeks swollen.

It was to set off a fire.

“Hey!”

Jenson, startled by the action, quickly changed to a crow and fluttered his wings.

Sigmund, who had opened his mouth as if he were going to spew out fire, closed his mouth again as he watched Jensen fly overhead.

But still, as if he was grumpy, his cheeks were puffed.

Jensen was barely relieved, flapping his wings, knowing that there was an enormous flame in that big cheek.

If it is really forced, it will be roasted crows, but if it is not fed, it will not be able to fly and will droop.

“Why should I do this….?”

Jenson flew before the eyes of the Sigmund, lamenting his distress.

“Then wait here.”

“Why?”

“I’ll go get something to eat from Adele. That’s  what we need, right? You’ll have it if it’s from Adele, right?”

“Bring Adele, too.”1

“No. Only food. Huh? Only food.”

“…okay…”

Jenson, who glanced slightly at the sullen Sigmund, flew higher. The sky is already clear.

In the first place the gale and shower were only temporary things that Jenson conjured up.

Again, it flew over the clear sky, and Jenson glanced down.

“I’m sure it’s okay…’

It flew quite far, but not too far to keep up with that kid’s pace.

So with Jenson’s wings, he can go quickly and come back.

Before anything happens, let’s hurry up and get a lunch box.

“Damn it, eat anything. Goddamn picky eater.”

Jenson flapped his wings, swearing.

Jenson flew back the way he had come.

He didn’t even want to count how many flights this was.

He flew from the far-off palace without a break, and he thought he was just getting back, but because of that little boy, he had to fly back and come back again.

What kind of stubborn kid is he.

I’m not even old, but I feel old.

Why do I feel like I’ll get older if I take that little boy to the palace?

Will I do well if I take that stubborn little boy to the palace?

Will that kid just listen?

Shall he tame him?

What if he isn’t able to tame him?

At that moment Jenson felt a chill.+

‘I’ll tame you. If I can’t do it, Grand Duke Ernest will succeed.’

An untamed dragon.

The mere thought of it was terrible.

It’s no different than just letting go of the biggest monster in history.

Such a monster that no one can stop.

Who will stop the unprecedented monster, an indispensable dragon?

Who.