The Extra Wants To Live
Chapter 130 - 130: Beyond The Veil [1]

Returning to the palace, Carl smiled faintly at the person who greeted him.

"Why do I find myself laughing more and more unpleasantly every time I see you?" Carl asked.

"Isn't it your mood rather than your laughter that's unpleasant?" Nero, dressed in a fancy uniform, frowned as if he had chewed sand at Carl's words.

But because there were so many eyes watching them, they couldn't chat any longer.

As a prince, Nero was given the task of returning the Emperor's flag on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor, who was very busy.

After receiving the flag from Catherine, Carl got off his horse, walked up to Nero, and handed him the flag.

The cheeks of the courtier who was preparing his speech trembled at the action that still completely ignored the detailed procedures.

"You've grown taller again," Nero remarked.

"Haven't you gotten smaller, brother?"

"You cheeky bastard. Did you buy him a present?"

"Oh, I didn't buy a gift."

"...this…." Just before Nero could say something to Carl's words with a smile, Carl took a big step back.

Nero glared at Carl, then followed the procedure and handed the Emperor's flag to the Count Palatine, and Carl's return was completed in a slightly chaotic atmosphere.

Nero walked up to his younger brother who had completed his mission admirably and put his arm around his shoulder.

"You really didn't buy it? If you tell me straight up right now, I'll let you have it."

"Yes. I told you I didn't buy it."

"… Then what about my bracelet?"

"Didn't you give it to me?"

The brothers whispered softly with smiling faces. Although it was a picturesque sight, the corners of Nero's lips trembled with suppressed irritation.

'This fucking bastard,'

Nero thought, clenching his teeth while wrapping his arm around Carl's shoulders.

Carl, walking with a leisurely gait, put his hands in his jacket pockets, took something out, and placed it in Nero's hand.

The necklace was made by stringing round crystals together and creating a small bird shape with gold.

"… You said you didn't buy it."

"Yes, I didn't buy it. I received it as a gift from Lord Davron. I also have a hood."

"… … ."

Nero frowned as Carl handed him the hood he had roughly tied around his shoulder beneath his cloak.

"Did you receive this as a gift too?"

"No, I just asked for one."

"I really want to hit you."

"The bracelet was put to good use."

"… Okay, then that's good."

Nero let out a deep sigh and then chuckled. While the numerous eyes and ears of the palace were on edge, Nero smiled contentedly and wrapped the hood Carl had given him roughly around his shoulders.

He held up the necklace to the sunlight and hummed softly.

"What kind of bird is this?"

"I'm not sure about that. I heard that in Tumari there is a tradition of sharing trinkets as a promise, so there might be another half somewhere."

"Hmm… Nothing awkward will happen, right?"

"Wouldn't there be someone who would come all the way to Himmeln to see your mother and ask her to return it?"

"That's true too."

But if Nero knew the identity of the necklace, he wouldn't be able to laugh.

It was an item that Davron looted from the corpse of an enemy he killed during battle in the past.

Of course, it was at least 30 years ago, and it wasn't that valuable, so there's absolutely no reason for it to go away.

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"Are you hurt anywhere?" Lilly asked.

"This time, I really didn't hurt a single hair. I was so bored that I finished the work in one day and spent my time going to banquets, going for walks, and doing other things," Carl replied.

"Thank God." Lilly caressed Carl's cheek and ears, then smiled in relief.

"I also have a gift for Lilly."

"Huh? A gift?"

Carl smiled at Lilly, who seemed embarrassed.

"I received some fine cloth from Tumari from Lord Davron as a gift. I will use it to make Lilly's dress."

"I told you to make yourself clothes lord Carl's, instead of mine. The clothes have already become too small… … ."

"I said I'll make it when they grow up and stop growing. If I make it now, I won't be able to wear it for even a month."

As Lilly caressed Carl's clothes that looked like they were about to burst, Carl laughed, hugged Lilly, and walked away unsteadily.

Carl also felt a sense of accomplishment when he saw that Lilly was worried and sorry, but also secretly happy.

"Oh, now that you mention it… ."

Carl said as if something had occurred to him. Looking up at Lilly, Carl opened his mouth.

"Even so, you can still contact the Felt family, right? They're still working as administrators."

"Yes… that's true, but..." Lilly nodded her head, as if she was slightly displeased or even uncomfortable.

Lilly could not possibly feel good about Felt, who did nothing for Carl, whom she raised like a son. And now, how could they help Carl?

"If possible, could you send me a letter?"

"I could send letters, but would they really help?"

Lilly spoke, keeping her distance from Felt as if drawing a line between them. Carl considered it fortunate.

Well, Carl didn't seem to care about Felt at all. It was enough to use it well once while it was still clean. To do that, he needed to give them a little hope.

"Of course it would help. Lilly, could you send me just one letter?"

Then, after it got dirty, what…

'I have to handle it well so that no troublesome things happen.'

Shouldn't a rag that's too dirty be thrown away?

If you keep it with love and affection, it will only attract bugs.

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The letter that Carl sent to the Felt family through Lilly was quite plausible.

The letterhead was also good, and the elegant handwriting that had been practiced for a long time was as elegant as a painting.

Adding to this the archaic writing style he had acquired while reading the precious books stored in the imperial library, his letters almost seemed like works of art.

Lilly did not look at the contents of the letter Carl had written. She simply put it in the cheap, plain envelope she usually used, as Carl had asked her to do.

The only difference from usual was that it was carefully sealed in case someone read it in the middle of the process.

Of course, they couldn't use expensive beeswax, so Lilly sewed the envelope small and sealed it. Lilly found it strange that Carl was so attentive, and also a little frightening.

It was not for anything else, but because she was worried that Carl might be thinking of jumping into politics, which was nothing but a crucible of desire, and that he might be put in danger because of it.

He said he was attacked by an assassin during the last hunt too… That was all Lilly worried about.

She just wanted Carl to grow up healthy and in a safe environment.

If only she could take Carl and run away from this hellish place.

But Lilly knew that she couldn't.

In that case, wouldn't it be better to just stay quiet and act like a dead mouse? Even though she thought that way, Lilly couldn't bring herself to tell Carl.

Lilly shouldn't say those words to the most noble member of the empire, especially to Prince Carl.

Because she was just a maid.

And how could Lilly stop Carl, who had spent his entire life lying in bed like a corpse, from moving forward so vigorously?

Lilly was just glad that Carl still needed her. .

It would be nice if she could give him a little more, a little better, but it was sad that Lilly had nothing. In the room where Carl once couldn't leave even for a moment, there was now more time without Carl.

Carl had been so busy lately that he came home late at night looking tired, washed up, changed clothes, went to sleep, and then went out early in the morning.

Carl pretended not to be tired and to be calm, but Lilly could see his expression clearly.

Perhaps Carl was so relaxed when dealing with Lilly that his true feelings were revealed.

It was both happy and sad.

So, from now on, Lilly would spend her days alone in this small room, praying for Carl's safety, and when he returned, she would greet him with a smile.

Because that was the only thing Lilly could do for Carl.

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