The Extra Wants To Live

Chapter 8: What About Poison?

Adrian must be working behind the scenes by now on a plan to kill everyone who gets in his way, kill Azgoth, and become emperor.

Until the plan is implemented, he pretends not to be as interested in power as before and is just acting a little sweet, a little caring, and a little lazy.

In such a situation, if the dying 4th prince suddenly enters and exits the imperial library passionately with a trembling body, He will want to see his face at least once to see if he will be a disturbance in the future!

'Was there something suspicious? No, that's not possible... ! … is not it?'

While Carl was distracted and fumbling around, Adrian must have been contemplating whether to kill him or not.

What on earth did he see in Carl? Did he notice something like Azgoth?

Carl looked at what he had written, fearing that there might be something suspicious about it.

"oh! It exists!"

'At that time, I hear a voice that makes me feel hot just by hearing it.'

Carl was shocked and dropped the paper on the floor.

"Sorry, did I startle you?"

At first glance, a young man who was stronger and stockier than Adrian smiled and approached, casually squatting down to pick up the paper that had fallen on the floor and putting it in Carl's hand.

"How long has it been since we met? How are you feeling?"

"Ah, who… … ."

Carl asked cautiously. He had no choice but to be cautious as he had just been mentally hurt by Adrian.

"Um, yeah. I heard that you lost your memories, right?"

A moment of worry passes over his manly face with his strong chin and thick eyebrows. But soon a lively laugh appears.

"Then, I guess I should say it like this. Nice to meet you. This is Nero, your brother."

Nero held out a large, thick handful of calluses and smiled so wonderfully that it was truly dazzling.

"Please take care of me in the future. The new Carl."

Carl sighed inwardly when he saw that smile.

'Even when I think about it, I can't believe that I mistook Adrian and Nero.'

Nero was a handsome handsome man, as if he had just torn out a book and jumped out of a fairy tale.

Compared to Nero, Adrian is no different from a mean and shady goblin!

"Yes, please. … Hey, Nero... ."

"Please feel free to call me. Whether it's Nero or brother."

"Yes, brother."

"ha ha ha! When I tell you to do something, you call me my brother! No, I'm not saying you shouldn't do it. We are brothers."

Nero burst out laughing, wondering what was so funny.

'I could tell the moment I left the novel and met him that he was a wonderful person, like the sun.'

It's hard to believe that later on, he loses everything, becomes miserable, and becomes a bloodthirsty vengeful spirit.

And depending on the situation, Carl may have to use his own hands to prevent Nero from doing so.

… … By killing them.

***

After some moments passed...

Nero treated Carl with a frank manner of speaking and behaving that could not be expected of a member of the royal family, then motioned to Milton, who was standing quietly behind him, to sit down, and sat down across from Carl.

"I heard the story. Finding a cure?"

"Yes, I can't just wait for death like this, can I?"

"Yes, that's right."

Nero was silent for a moment in response to Carl and quietly looked at him.

The eyes, which were lighter in red than Azgoth and Adrian, looked like ripe wheat shining in the sunlight.

"Unfortunately, you lost your memory, but I'm glad to see you say that you haven't given up, That's a great mindset."

Nero grins. Then, He look through the books piled on the desk.

"When I search for a cure, I like to read a book that is tailored to me, right?

Nero lightly lifted three thick and heavy books with his large, strong hands and quickly sorted them. The grip strength is enormous. It's hard to believe that he is a young man who is not even 20 years old.

"Do you want to go on a trip too?"

As Nero spoke in a joyful and excited voice, Carl was finally able to realize that he was a young man with many dreams.

"I plan to travel later when I feel better. Now I'm looking for a cure."

"What treatment is in this book?"

Nero asks as he flips through a book about mysterious and secret places and creatures.

' I have also read that book once.'

Carl repeated to Nero exactly what he had told Adrian. However, the response that came back was the exact opposite.

"That makes sense."

Unlike Adrian, who burst into laughter as if it were funny, Nero nodded with a very serious expression. He was so serious that even Carl was surprised.

"You're not laughing."

"Laughing?"

Nero tilted his head and spoke as if he couldn't understand Carl's surprised voice.

"Why not try something new because the existing methods don't work? It's incomparably better than giving up in frustration or wasting time clinging to something that doesn't work."

"…"

"And how can I laugh as an older brother when my younger brother is risking his life?"

older brother…

'… No, not this.'

For a moment, Carl made up his mind to

tell everything to Nero and cling to him.

"It cools down…Cool down..."

Nero muttered that and thought for a moment, tapping the desk with his thick fingers.

Then, he suddenly got up, walked in long strides, and disappeared beyond the bookshelf without Carl having time to catch him.

Carl looked back at Milton in confusion.

But there is nothing to say about Milton.

Nero soon returned, bringing a total of five books, two thin and three thick, in his left hand and placing them in front of Carl.

"If known medicine doesn't work, what about poison?"