Extra S*ave Saves the Crown Prince

The rain was falling in a steady trickle. It was only evening, but it was already dark, as if it were already the depths of the night.

“One, two, one, two!”

I don’t know how long it’s been since I was able to gather my strength in accordance with the chant, but my hood keeps falling down in front of my eyes, and I can’t be bothered to pull it back up, so I just keep pushing it out of the way.

“Just a little more! Just a little more!”

The slaves were working together to lift a carriage wheel that was stuck in the mud.

“One, two, one, two!”

I clenched my jaw and applied more force to my shoulders to push the carriage with a “Just a little more!” attitude. The carriage rattled a little. It was a positive sign.

“One, two!”

“That’s it! That’s it!”

“We’re out!”

The coachman clapped his hands in excitement. I put my hands in my lap and breathed heavily.

I lifted my hood slightly and saw the muddy wheels.

I smiled. I was out of breath but I was still proud of myself.

“Let’s get going.”

“Wait a minute sir!”

The coachman scrambled to get the horses and carriages back in order.

The Knight of Thorns that was escorting us disliked any delay in the schedule, and I think he said that the weather wasn’t helping at all, and that our speed was already going slower than expected.

“Ugh!”

I turned my upper body from side to side, trying to loosen it up a little. It’s still raining, and my hood is heavy. I’ve also put all my energy into lifting the stuck carriage.

Even if I got out of here now, I’d still have a lot of work to do before we could finally camp for the night.

I threw my arms up, stretching it to loosen up.

‘You’re leaving for Einfork today.’

The thrill after hearing those words come out from Slavemaster Solgar’s mouth hadn’t really subsided yet.

I had to bite my lip and steel myself when he told me that a strict punishment was requested in the name of House Lé Chenío.

I thought that It’s not going to be a light punishment…

‘Seth, how. Why…’

Eva sobbed and hugged me.

The punishment hadn’t been decided yet. But then again, life is always an inch ahead of us.

Who could have known that something I wanted so badly would be my punishment?

“Let’s go!”

The coachman shouted to the knights and priests, and the slaves hurriedly climbed into the carriage.

We heard the knights’ horses take off, and the carriage we were in rumbled and sped off alongside them.

Rattle, rattle, rattle.

The carriages rattled even more as we traveled through the muddy terrain.

The carriages used by slaves were elongated, unlike those used by nobles.

This one was built with chairs on either side, so we sat down while facing each other.

The slaves were stout, so they had no choice but to sit close, with their legs touching each other, and I had to squeeze into a carriage that was only carrying the luggages.

“Oh!”

The carriage rose and fell as if in flight.

I tried not to open my mouth, lest I bite my tongue. But I couldn’t help but groan.

I hugged the luggages and let the carriage rattle as much as possible because that was the only way I could do.

I had ridden many carriages on my way to the crown prince’s palace, but this was an advanced level of difficulty.

If I had paid for the carriage, I would have gotten a refund for the trip because I won’t be able to go any further.

My head, shoulders, knees, and arms were screaming as the carriage continued to move in a tortuous way.

“Whoa! Whoa!”

The horses neighed and the carriage gradually slowed down.

I think we had finally arrived at the place where we would camp for the night.

“Ouch.”

I stepped out of the carriage, and ignored the popping in my joints.

The rain had thankfully abated a little.

I stepped on the ground and finally felt relief.

“Hah!”

Some of the priests in the carriage bent over as soon as they got out.

I looked at the back of the carriage wistfully, thinking that if I had motion sickness, it would have been a very difficult journey.

I couldn’t help but be impressed with the place the coachman had chosen to camp for the night.

It was a nice flat area that was good for the tents, and the trees would be able to keep the rain away.

There was also a small ravine nearby, making it easy to fetch water.

I went to work immediately, and started collecting firewood. It took me longer than usual because it was hard to find dry firewood.

“Huh?”

As I put down the last piece of firewood and pulled my hand away, I noticed a familiar grass beside the tree.

There were long stalks of the Novenium herb. I looked around and saw that they were already boiling the stew, and the tents were already made. I thought I might have some time to pick these herbs.

“I just wanted to ask because I thought I might be mistaken.”

“Huh?”

I was picking herbs when I heard a voice overhead. I couldn’t see his face right away because my hood was covering half of my vision. So I stood up and pulled the hood up to just see a young priest’s face.

He stood out because he was one of the younger members of the congregation.

“Are you happy right now, by any chance?”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

I was picking herbs because I was happy to see them, but I couldn’t think of anything to say if he asked me if I was happy right now. Of course, going to Einfork was too good to be true. So the thought alone made me happy…

“You look happy.”

His eyes widened as he said it,

‘Huh? Do I look happy?’

I thought about it myself. I don’t think I’ve done anything to make myself look happy.

“I thought you looked happy when you were pushing the carriage earlier.”

He gave me a curious look.

“What’s your name?”

“It’s Seth.”

“Seth. From this day forward, I admire you.”

“What?”

“Besides, I don’t think I’ll ever go too far with those herbs.”

Feren’s appearance seemed to overlap with this New priest in front of me for some reason, which is weird because I know Feren was currently in the port of Pichedore.

I wondered if all the priests were like this. They seem to like saying strange things, regardless of their rank.

If Feren looked like a bandit, the priest in front of me looked like a clean-cut nobleman.

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If it weren’t for his robes, he might even look like a knight.

“Ah, priest, I think this would be good for the person who threw up earlier. It doesn’t taste good, but if you chew it and swallow it, it might help your stomach.”

“Ah, yes. Thank you. You know herbs well, don’t you?”

“I don’t know much, but someone who knows herbs taught me.”

“Really?”

His jade eyes sparkled and shone. I took a small step back, feeling a little overwhelmed.

“My name is O’mont. I look forward to you taking care of me in the future.”

“Yes, my lord. I— I… Me too.”

A priest asking a slave to take good care of him… That was unusual.

I bent down again and looked up, he was still smiling, and his eyes were shining.

He was a strange man.

I backed away a little.

⚘

The day I arrived in Einfork, it was sunny. As if to welcome my arrival.

It had been a long five days’ ride from the crown prince’s palace.

“Wow.”

The sight was breathtaking.

The stone fortress under the blue sky was a sight to behold.

Atop the high bastions, the flag of the Sharkani Empire fluttered. It was had a pattern of a golden dragon in a red background.

Sentries walked and stood guard between the flags.

They were so high up that you had to crane your neck just to see them.

A fortress that had been built and rebuilt for decades to keep the demons at bay.

When I finally saw it in front of me, I realized that this place was definitely the front line.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

I looked up, startled, and realized that I was the only one standing tall and looking up at the fortress amidst the hustle and bustle of everyone else.

I felt embarrassed, So I quickly moved to help them unload the cargos.

Einfork was a basin-shaped town surrounded by mountains.

The fortress was built between the mountains to keep the demons out. The town was built like a village outside the fortress.

“You are in the supply depot, you are in the stables, you are in the kitchen, and you are what?”

The slaves who had come to Einfork had been here before.

Some were palace slaves, but had worked more in Einfork, so they were quickly assigned to jobs based on their size and experience.

When my turn finally came, I frowned.

“What?”

The man who introduced himself as the chamberlain looked me up and down. The look in his eyes was blatant,

‘What the hell? I wondered if I should introduce myself as a good cleaner.’

“Ah, I’ll take her.”

I turned around and saw Father O’mont, with my eyes narrowed.

“Priest?”

“She knows herbs, which will help us a lot.”

“Yes, sir.”

Priest O’mont frowned and took me away.

He walked skillfully through the streets as if it were not his first time in Einfork.

I quietly followed behind him, looking from place to place.

There must be a place here somewhere where the crown prince stays, and I’d try to find the most ornate one.

“Are you a good fighter by any chance?”

“No. Not good at fighting.”

O’mont nodded in understanding.

“Are you good at screaming?”

“What?”

“If you think some weirdos are going to do something weird, you should scream.”

“Ugh. Yeah.”

“Well, I certainly don’t, but this is an open battlefield.”

“Ah, I see.”

He led the way into a wooden building, the smell of herbs mingling with the scent of food, making my nose prick up, but it was not unpleasant.

“This is where we’ll be working from now on.”

The herb-filled interior didn’t get much sunlight. It seemed to be a warehouse for herbs. My heart pounded a little as I looked at the familiar and unfamiliar herbs around me.

I looked forward to learning more about the herbs here so that I could give the crown prince more detailed treatment if he was ever injured again.

Of course, it would be better if he didn’t get hurt and didn’t need them.

I’d like to avoid seeing him as much as possible.

The crown prince refused to allow me to come to Einfork, So He would definitely not be pleased if he knew I were here.

I’ll have to hide my presence here as much as possible.

Perhaps I could sneak around and watch him from behind, after all he’d definitely be spotted everywhere he goes.

I took several deep breaths, and my heart was pounding unnecessarily.

In the meantime on the other side of the fortress.

Shane was sitting at a table in the barracks, he was examining papers thoroughly.

It was a list of supplies brought in by the trailing party and the names of the priests.

It also said how many slaves had been brought in, but no names, of course.

Nevertheless, the word ‘Slave‘ did not escape his notice.

The image of that person in the capital was instantly superimposed in his vision, and it made his heart melt a little.

‘I wish to go to Einfork.’

Her purple eyes that spoke so confidently stuck in his head.

A place where no one wants to go.

A place where she could die at any moment, and she actually said that she wished to go there with all her heart.

The color of those eyes was so deep that it seemed to burn near his heart.

Druk.

He pushed himself up to his feet before the tingling sensation turned into pain and then he walked towards the bedside table.

His barracks was a simple wooden structure, not as ornate as a crown prince should have. It consisted of a bed, a table, a chest of drawers, and a nightstand.

Sure, he had more space compared to the others, but it was nothing compared to the crown prince’s palace.

Sigh.

His long fingers opened a drawer on the nightstand, and inside lay a row of ribbon pins made of white laces.

He bent down to stare at them, only touching them a few times for fear of dirtying them.

Just imagining it blowing through her light brown hair made the back of his neck heat up a little.

His fingers slowly stroked the back of his neck.

Tik.

He stared down at the ribbons for a long time, then closed the drawer of his nightstand. He’d read the word ‘Slave‘ on the papers, but he knows that autumn still seemed too far away.