The Useless 8th Prince

Work Like a Horse

On a green hill, there was a white castle with red roof tiles. On the walls of the castle look vines roses with red flowers blooming. Many knights were also seen standing guard on the castle walls.

In the castle, in a dark room, there appeared a handsome man with long silver hair and a red pomegranate iris. The man looked to be around 30 years old despite his actual age exceeding 40 years. The person's name was Marcus Bathory, a Marquis as well as the current head of the Bathory Family.

Marcus seemed to be sitting leisurely in his chair while enjoying a cup of warm red liquid that was still steaming. He looks so relaxed and calm.

Knocks! Knocks! Knocks!

“Come in,” says Marcus in a slightly feminine voice.

The door of the room opened, a young man about 17 years old entered the room. She has brown hair and green irises. Looking towards Marcus, the young man immediately knelt down.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr.”

“Same as no. I even feel quite sorry. Though you just returned from the mission, but I have to call you.” Marcus shook his head lightly.

“I'm not tired at all, so that's not a problem, Mr.”

“There is something important I want to tell you. So sorry if I hurriedly called you, Jean.”

The young man named Jean looked up at Marcus. A look of doubt flashed across the young man's face.

“Jean .. Kun, your father has died in mission.”

Hearing Marcus' words, Jean's body suddenly shivered. His gaze looked blank, unable to believe the thing he had heard before. To him, Kun's figure was a kind and strong father. But the young man also realized that the world was so vast, many people were strong. A person like his father or himself is only considered like an ant.

“Do you want to know the cause of your father's death?” marcus asked with an indifferent expression.

Jean kept staring at Marcus. Despite not saying a word, his eyes showed everything. He wanted to know the cause of his father's death.

“Luciel Dawnbringer.” said Marcus in an indifferent tone.

“Dawnbringer ..” muttered Jean with a cloudy expression.

Realizing that the cause of her father's death was a member of the Imperial family, Jean's expression looked grim. He gritted his teeth, looking unwilling but at a loss of what to do.

“Do you want to avenge your father?” ask Marcus.

“Revenge father?” muttered Jean. “But Dawnbringer ..”

“You don't have to worry about that. Luciel Dawnbringer was the 8th Prince who was rendered useless. Even the Emperor banished him from the Palace.”

“That's true, Mister?” asked Jean with a excited expression.

“True. However there is one problem.” Marcus shook his head.

“Trouble?” ask Jean.

“True. You are too weak right now. You have talent as a knight. But your level is still the same as Kun's. Not to mention .. You have no magic talent.

Kun died for no apparent reason. It's likely someone is protecting Prince Luciel.”

“It ...” Jean's body is shaking. The young man looked down with an increasingly gloomy expression.

“But I can solve that problem for you,” said Marcus. “Do you want to know?”

“Please tell me, Mister!” jean was firm.

“I'll run an experiment. Some people have been chosen. If you agree, you will become strong after the experiment is over. But there is a condition ... You can not see your family again and work in the shadow.”

“Cannot meet family ..” muttered Jean.

“Take it easy. Even if I can't meet, I'll guarantee them. They will live decent lives. If you agree, your family will be moved to a better house near the city center. Of course ... they will be given enough monthly money to live on.” Marcus said with a gentle smile on his face.

After thinking for quite a while, Jean finally said, “I agree, Mister!”

“Good!” Marcus nodded. “Then go home and pack. Spend time with your family longer.”

“Thank you, Mister!” jean said sincerely.

Hearing Marcus' orders, Jean immediately stood up and saluted before leaving the room.

After Jean left, the room went quiet again. Marcus again enjoys a mysterious cup of red liquid. Not for a while, suddenly a voice sounded from behind him.

“Do you really do such extravagant things, Sir Marcus? Not like you.”

From behind the shadow curtain, a figure covered in black robes appeared.

Hearing the person's question, Marcus smiled. But not a charming smile, but a smile full of contempt.

“As an alchemist, all you need to do is complete the experiment. For that matter, of course I will support the boy's family. Yes ... only when the experiment is successful.” Marcus said with a cruel grin on his face.

“You are truly cruel, Sir Marcus.”

“Hehehe .. Brutal?” Marcus' eyes squinted, making the mysterious person in the black robe creep. “I just remind, nothing is free in this world. Understand?”

The man lowered his head while answering, “I understand.”

...***...

Seven days after Ciel formed a soul contract with Elena.

In a lab, Ciel looks frustrated when he sees some glass bottles in front of him. Seeing the purple-colored liquid that suddenly turned black, the corner of the young man's lips twitched.

“Sial! Fail again!” ciel exclaimed as he ruffled his hair.

Should the formula I made be correct? What's wrong? Damnit damnit! I look like a self-styled professor who forces everything!

With the knowledge he gained from the Imperial library, Ciel could make a wide variety of medicinal recipes. Of course that's thanks to his ‘Eye of The Lord’ ability. But it's just a formula. As for making it yourself ..it takes a lot of experimentation. After all, he had never touched any potion-making tools before.

“If only I had a great alchemist under me, everything would have been easier.” Ciel complained.

An alchemist or potion master was relatively rare in the Demon continent. They are able to make various kinds of potions such as healing potions, mana enhancers, and others. Not all nobles were able to recruit alchemists. It might be possible to raise it yourself, but it would cost a lot for each material to be used for its practice.

Perhaps because of the cost issue, usually the nobles prefer to buy potions in moderation. If they wanted to produce potions, they would rather hire a potion master. After all, it was more convincing than raising an alchemist candidate who was uncertain of his success.

“I still lack a lot of talent under me,” said Ciel.

Knocks! Knocks! Knocks!

“Log in!”

After the door opened, a beautiful female figure walked into the laboratory. Not Camellia or Elena, but even Isabella.

Four days earlier, Ciel had already assigned Camellia and Elena. Camellia takes care of all the paperwork on the affairs of the territory. Except for a very important document, the girl took care of it. Elena was given the task of keeping an eye on the old soldiers. The woman also trained a hundred quite promising young men who were chosen by Ciel personally.

“Master, this slave came to report.”

“Tell me,” said Ciel rather impatiently.

“The farmers have a good response to the rat poison potion,” Isabella said politely.

“Good!” Ciel nodded.

“Master, this slave does not rule. But ... wouldn't it be better to rest for a while? It's been three days you didn't rest.”

In fact, in these seven days Ciel actually threw away his slacker ‘title’ for a while. In the first two days, he managed to make rat poison and made quite a lot on the third day then directly sent it to the farmers.

Maybe Ciel felt a bit arrogant and immediately planned to make insecticides as soon as possible. But reality is so cruel. He had already split his duties to Camellia and Elena, but he still failed. Even in the last three days the young man could not sleep. He continued to curse his previous pride and confidence.

Damnit damnit! I need a lot of talent under my auspices!

I am an Imperial Prince! How can I work like a horse like this!

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