Uranium: The Jinxed Prince
The Jinxed Prince 4's
A few days later….
"Truly monster," the disgusted voice of a girl sounded in the middle of the lifeless sea of humans— could even be spelled out formless. He looked at a drop of sticky, red-smelling liquid at the end of his fingers, then at the headless corpse before him. Even a little bead as green as a viper was not blinking, it was not creepy at all with a terrible sight that was presented as far as the eyes could see. Instead he stood up, stepping deeper and deeper, approaching the other corpses.
Brianna Plutonium, the youngest daughter and only sister of the young Marques Plutonium. Although they were of the same descent, but the pair of sisters had very different traits. If Isaac has high standards in determining his circle of friends, then Brianna hangs out with anyone. If Isaac had a calm personality and was always cautious in acting, then the girl was always acting as she was, even tending to be careless.
But the difference does not necessarily make the relationship both bad, but can not be said to be good as well. I don't know, the long pale purple-haired girl also didn't know what to describe their relationship. On one hand he felt the warmth and attention of the person he called "sister", but at the same time he felt something piercing from the same green bead gaze as his.
"There were 57 people in total," reported the black-haired youth who suddenly stood behind Brianna and made the girl's move to a halt, "if my forensic science had not faded, it was not, they should have died about 3 days ago."
"57 people," Brianna repeated quietly. Really, he could not imagine that many people were killed by just one person—though by magic even once.
Tattooed “33”, they must be a hitman that the Arsenic Guild sent, inner Brianna while staring at the small tattoo on the neck of one of the corpses, which also means they really intend to kill…
"For the cause of death, it doesn't seem like I need to say anymore, right? There are no more monsters in this forest than 'he'."
The girl's steps stopped. Brianna glanced at the young man sharply as his words and tone turned cynical at the end. But in order to keep Plutonium's good name, the girl sighed, trying to put down the flames burning inside her. "You're right, Harry. Unfortunately, only the 'him' house can be used as a stopover around here. If you mind staying in the same place as 'he', I suggest you go home right now, Harry Lawrencium."
Smile expands on Harry's lips to see Brianna's 'worrying' behavior. The short black-haired youth walked a few steps, then ruffled the hair of the girl who was only shoulder-length while laughing crisply.
"Harry, stop!"
"No way," Harry replied as he rubbed Brianna's head harder, "what's wrong with me stroking my own future wife's head?"
Hearing Harry's words just now, Brianna's eyes widened perfectly. Almost the girl spewed out her nauseous stomach contents if she did not remember the lifeless bodies around them. Something inside him is heating up. Really, he was really fed up with this only son of the Lawrencium Family!
"For the umpteenth time I say, I will never marry someone my brother's age!" As fast as lightning the girl twisted her body and threw a kick into Harry's stomach. But as fast as lightning too, a magic shield formed in the air and restrained Brianna's legs.
"Because Brianna was a child, I'll forgive this irreverence" Harry said as he brought his smiling face closer to Brianna's angry face, "but next time, I'll make sure it doesn't end just like that." Then release the magic that held the girl's legs before him.
Brianna clucked, never once had his meeting with this young man not upset him. It was very curious that he took out a dagger that was wrapped around his waist and pierced the young man's heart many times—which of course he would never do anything at all.
The marquess princess sighed. Now is not the right time to serve the attitude of the childish youth who is older than 5 years. Brianna decided to turn around and move on, leaving Harry alone among a pile of blood-soaked corpses that had begun to rot among the snow.
"'Wouldn't marry someone my brother's age, ' he said, '" Harry stared at Brianna's increasingly distant back in a dark robe. "Well, let's see later,” murmured Harry slowly, then soon followed the purple-haired girl.
The wind blew, playing the strands of hair of the girl and the noble-blooded young man who was on that trip. Both of them were both silent, equally soluble in their respective thoughts among the snowfields as far as the eye could see.
"Dad, I accidentally killed a servant in the palace. I'm really sorry, but that's why I came to know of a fact that the Fourth Prince could use magic!"
Brianna reflexes. Memory of the incident 11 years ago re-energized when staring at the snow that meets the view. It is still clear in his memory the father and mother who fainted in the dining room, and little Brianna who could only cry in the arms of a servant out of fear without understanding what was going on. The state of the Plutonium residence that night was completely chaotic with only 2 sentences spoken by the brother.
Regardless of what the Marquess did afterwards, the Fourth Prince who was also nicknamed the Jinxed Prince started living in their residence the next day. Brianna will never forget that day. When a silver-haired boy with skin as pale as snow suddenly appeared before him. The afternoon breeze was playing out her beautiful hair, and calm blue eyes were staring straight at her.
Since first meeting the boy under the twilight rays of the sun in the garden of the Plutonium residence, when he saw the flow of silvery mana dancing beautifully from his hands, protecting the little girl from a huge, jet-feathered monster about to rip her apart savagely, Brianna could sense that Shawn frost Uranium was not like 'the people said'.
The girl's gaze clashed with the wooden door for a while. The last time he secretly came here was 3 months ago. It's late afternoon, what's the host doing, huh?
“Nona Plutonium?” a heavy voice suddenly sounded making Brianna turn her head. The dark shadow of a young man who landed on the door before him made the girl's heart beat violently. “What is Miss doing here?”
Brianna sighed, trying to calm her heartbeat, then turned around and looked at the silver-haired youth filled with sweat. The faint pair of green netra could catch a trace of the red liquid at the tip of the prince's coat from the gap of his long robe, but the girl decided not to discuss it now. “First of all, Your Majesty did not forget our 'habits', right?"
Hearing Brianna's words, Shawn's reflexes took a few steps back. But too late, the girl was already sprightly pulling a dagger and jumping towards the prince.
"As usual, it is forbidden to use magic" said Brianna quietly, afraid to be heard by Harry who now knows where.
Shawn clucked, especially now the scar on his chest feels sore. However, his legs were agile, jumping back and forth from Brianna's dagger, and then, as the girl caught his guard, Shawn turned his left ankle 90 degrees and tried to snatch the weapon in his right hand. But the prince could not simply underestimate the bloodline of Plutonium. Brianna did the same, turning her ankle 90 degrees and sticking the sharp end of her dagger right in the middle of Shawn's sculpting neck.
Both corners of Brianna's lips lifted, then lowered his head while slightly lifting the end of his long coat. "This time I won, Your Highness the Prince." Shawn laughed flatly, nodding. How not, the girl began to attack just like that when Shawn was not ready—plus he also should not use magic. "Don't be discouraged, on other occasions Your Majesty can definitely snatch a dagger from my hand" Brianna said as she looked at Shawn's 'pouting' face.
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Tuk. Half unwilling, Shawn put a glass of warm water on the table—how not, the supply of clean water in this middle forest house is not much. But without even a single glance at the expression of the current host, Brianna immediately drank it without leaving a single drop of leftover. Shawn. However, the young man did not feel resentful because without the marquess princess who came to visit once in a while, he would be completely alone in the forest without any other humans.
"This time what invited you here, Miss Plutonium?" shawn asked after Brianna put the glass back on the table. "Did the Young Marquess Master know about your arrival?"
Brianna muttered slowly—more like grumbling—then smile. "It seems like Big Brother has always been the first to make His Majesty curious. What do you think of His Majesty himself? What do you think you know about my arrival?"
Instantly the face of a black-haired young man— whom he hated so much— appeared in Shawn's mind, sighing. "If he knew, then from the beginning 'that man' must have destroyed this house," he said, without knowing that now 'that man' was not far from his house.
Hearing Shawn's words, Brianna could only laugh a little. "But I think Big Brother knows, because my current position is 'blurred from home'" said the girl, without the slightest burden on the corner of the raised lip.
Shawn's reflexes widened to—though his face still looked calm, "What do you mean Miss?" asked the prince with emphasis.
Ah, it's always fun 'tackling' this silvery-haired prince.
Brianna did not answer—actually it would be more appropriate if it was said that the highlight of her green eyes that changed softly 'answer'.
Shawn blinked a few times. Seriously? Was this Marquess Plutonium's only daughter travelling all the way to the forest on the outskirts of this Plutonium March just from running away from home?
Brianna's round green bead stared straight into Shawn's netra, then he stood up and approached a few steps. "Can't I stay here, at least for a few days?"
Deg.
The sparkles that emerged from Brianna's eyes made Shawn powerless to resist. The young man glanced at the princess marquess with the corner of his eye, narrowing when the 'light of hope' emitted by the green bead was at 100 watts.
Finally, the fourth prince could only sigh and shake his head. After all he more than knew that there was no one in this world who could prevent the wishes of the daughter of the Marquess Plutonium. It was even a common fact throughout this kingdom that the soul of the late Lucius Plutonium—the father of Marquess—who only followed his heart actually lived inside his granddaughter.