The Useless 8th Prince

His name is also Life

“I can't believe this! All of this must be made up! This must be a dream!”

The furious roar with high tones resuscitated the people from their daydreams. The audience turned towards the source of the sound. More precisely, toward Victor's wife who was angry when she saw her husband losing in a very humiliating way.

“Prince Luciel must be cheating! He must have sabotaged!”

“Nona Mona, please do not make such a rude statement. You should also know that the rules of the Colosseum are overseen by the two dukes of the Royal Capital directly. The two dukes also reported everything periodically to His Majesty the Emperor.”

“...”

Understanding her limits, the enraged Mona did not dare to refute. The two dukes themselves had already troubled his father. Not to mention if the Emperor intervened. Even his own family would not be able to bear the consequences.

Mona could only stare at Ciel's handsome but trying inconspicuous figure angrily. He also knew, both parents and family would definitely blame him for the loss of vast territory and being rich in minerals.

Although there was a thought of not keeping promises, it was impossible to happen. Having already made a deal three days earlier, the promise was already considered official and valid. If it were to pull out words, it would likely instead become a bigger problem. The woman was finally only able to grit her teeth to accept reality.

Not only Mona, the expressions of Queen Victoria and the people in her tomb were also very bad. Not only did they lose their reputation, this time they actually lost their money-making territory. The financial support for the Queen Victoria faction would be reduced due to this trivial duel.

Sometimes expectations are not as expected. Intending to step on Ciel to debut as well as get fertile territory as a bonus, the Queen Victoria faction instead lost a lot of things in this battle.

“Can you announce the winner? I'm tired of standing here like a fool.”

Everyone was shocked when they heard Ciel's words. Queen Lilith and her two initially happy daughters instantly fell silent. The corner of their lips twitched, wanting to come down to teach the little Prince how manners.

“Uhuk! Forgive me for being so upset. For this duel, the winner is ... Prince Luciel!”

Finished the presenter announced, Ciel immediately turned around to leave the arena. Seeing the figure of Ciel leaving the arena and Victor being transported by the medical team, the spectators only regained their senses and began to exclaim.

“Oohhh!!”

“See Prince Luciel earlier, really cool!” One of the girls in the audience said.

“Seeing the beautiful and elegant movements of Prince Luciel really makes me wet.” The friend beside him was trembling with excitement.

“Small girl is immoral.” His friend replied and they laughed together.

…

“You know that last move? A flower full of thorns? Really strong!” One of the teenagers said with an excited expression.

“Really! The attack instantly tore apart the hard armor as if paper. Amazing!” Friends added.

…

Many spectators were excited when they saw the previous fight. They think that the ‘final steps’ from Ciel is amazing.

If Ciel understood what they were thinking, he would have just laughed. Compared to the movements of Black Euphorbia, he had another movement that was stronger. Black Sakura, a typhoon of sakura petals that can burn almost everything. There was also Night Cereus, compressing the flames and making them bloom and blowing up everything around them.

Of course Ciel didn't use that style or maybe Victor would die. The reason he used Black Euphorbia's movements was to damage the armor and make the opponent lose consciousness due to the harsh impact of the attack. Despite not liking Victor, Ciel would not recklessly kill his own brother.

“Prince Luciel!”

“Your Majesty Luciel!”

“PRINCE HANDSOME LUCIEL!”

In the carriage of the horse carriage, Ciel shuddered in horror when he saw the spectators in particular the girls greeted the horse carriage with great enthusiasm even quite frontal and brutal. He could not help but remember the fanatical fans who worshipped their idol as if it was a God in his previous life. Secretly the young man decided to try to hide his figure while in the Royal Capital.

Looking at Ciel's slightly pale lips, Lilia pouted. Queen Lilith teased.

“Didn't you want to open the window to greet your fans, little Ciel?”

“No. Not likely. Don't open the window.” Ciel muttered with a bitter expression.

Such a peaceful and peaceful life in a remote corner. Where is all that? Why is everything getting out of my target life?

Ciel complained in his heart. He could not help but guess that someone was playing around with his fate. Maybe that's true. Maybe it's wrong. Only, the young man was extremely depressed. He just wanted to go home because he already missed the mattress and soft pillows in his room.

Arriving at the Northern Palace and just setting foot in front of the door, a knight came over to Ciel.

“I'm sorry, Prince Luciel. I have to report something important.”

“What?” Ciel tilted his head.

“Your Majesty the Emperor calls you.”

“...”

Ciel's expression that had originally been bright enough became even more gloomy than before. The knight who came instantly felt nervous. He was really afraid that the unexpected Prince would suddenly chop off his head just like that.

Didn't I finish the duel and need a break? Am I not the Prince? Why do I feel like a corporate slave?

Ciel complained in his heart. He looked towards the knight who was shivering in fear.

“Antar me.”

“Good, Prince Luciel.”

Sorted by the young knight in a horse carriage, Ciel finally made it to the Imperial Palace.

The guards and people who were in the Palace would have instantly heard the news of how the meek-looking Prince Luciel had crushed Prince Victor in the arena. They initially did not believe much, but were eventually forced to accept the reality.

“Putra comes fulfill your call, Your Highness.”

Seeing the figure of Emperor Julius, Ciel saluted as a formality.

“Follow me, Nak.”

“Good, Your Highness.”

After following Emperor Julius and entering into the private study, Ciel's respectful expression and stern demeanor instantly collapsed. He looked lazy and walked with no excitement.

“Dad knows you're exhausted, Ciel. But it's also important. First of all, sit down.”

“Good.”

Ciel sat down on the soft chair and took the cold berry juice on the table without waiting for the father to tell him. Ignoring the corner of her father's twitching lips, Ciel drank a cold berry juice with a satisfied expression.

“First, I'll say that your artifact weapon has been neutralized.”

“Isn't it the fastest tomorrow, Dad? How so fast?” Ciel looked astonished.

“Forget details. The weapon is finished. Also, within one month the process of territorial handover will be completed.”

“So fast?” Ciel looked astonished.

“Yes. That's the fastest. By the way ... you did well this time.”

Emperor Julius praised Ciel's earlier fight. While Ciel who heard the praise of the father did not change his expression.

“It's already my obligation, Dad. As a Prince, brother must also feel defeat. Yes ... his name is also live.”

Hearing Ciel's words, Emperor Julius fell silent. He was quietly complaining in his heart.

How could you say such a thing after humiliating your own brother?

Where is your conscience?

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