Uranium: The Jinxed Prince
The Jinxed Prince 8's

A pair of jet blue beads behind the hood of a perfectly rounded robe. It took a few seconds for the owner to process the incident before him a moment ago.

Just now there was a spear thrown out of nowhere—from the direction of his throw likely came from the crowd across Shawn. But instead of penetrating the skin of a white tiger filled with hunting lust, he even spilled blood from the chest of a human, precisely the boy who bravely came forward to defend the people here.

Brucks.

The little boy's steps lost balance and the spear in his tiny hand fell, but not with the beast before him. On the contrary, the white tiger still continued to run, no, it would be more apt to say that the white tiger was getting impatient to satisfy the hunger as the smell of fresh rancid pierced the smell.

For a moment it seemed to slow down. Shawn's view traces around. He looked at each person there. They looked up and whispered from one to the other. Some cast a horrified look, some were seen staring intently. Some clenched their grip on the spear on the back, just in case danger approached. Then Shawn turned to the boy whose chest was pierced by a spear and could only stare at the trembling tiger that was getting closer to him. Let alone run away, to breathe even the child looks very difficult. The clear liquid seemed to have escaped from its red-neutral angle.

Why...no one wants to save her? inner Shawn was confused. Because he knew, Lionheart is a country that highly upholds life. No matter the nobility or the common people, no one would underestimate the life of a human. Moreover, it was the only reason why a fourth prince like himself was still alive to this very second.

Once again for the umpteenth time, fate seemed to laugh at the life line that Shawn lived. Unasked, faint whispers filled the prince's hearing, making his heart beat rapidly.

"The boy got his punishment."

"True, how dare he attack the 'Blessing Carrier of the Roldwix Forest'."

"Will the child be held responsible if our city is hit by a disaster for killing a great white tiger?"

Deg. Shawn's chest rumbled to the point he could hear the roar of his own breath. Ah, so it seems....

It seems like a long time of isolation in the woods made Shawn forget something. In this kingdom, the kingdom that 'he said' highly upholds HAM, human life and dignity can be underestimated if he commits a major sin, which is considered 'insulting' the myth is believed in Lionheart.

Now it was Shawn's turn to look hard. Really, he didn't think it out. How could the courage of a little boy who had come forward alone to protect the people here be seen with one eye only because of a myth? 'The Roldwix Forest Blessing Carrier'? Shawn laughed sinisterly along with his jet blue bead that seemed to light up.

What if they could still say that if the tiger scratched its claws on their body, tore them apart to formless, then inserted the pieces into its stomach?

"More...." Shawn turned to the origin of the faint groans among the cruel whispers of the crowd. The boy was a few meters away from him and half sat down with his arms resting on him. As much as possible he tried to drag his body back over the snow, increasing the distance between himself and the predator. Seeming clearly a controlling fear, his lips flashed a short puff of breath.

Shawn clenched his hand. The red liquid that soaked the poor boy's coat reminded Shawn of past events. He remembered a garden he had visited while still living in the palace. The park is so beautiful and magnificent, very inversely proportional to the garden in the palace where he lived. But soon her beauty and splendor were worthless in Shawn's eyes once he found the helpless body of a woman.

It is still clear in Shawn's memory of Eloise's helpless body with his head stuck in a sturdy tree branch, as well as the blood flowing profusely as a river soaks the body. Shawn also could not forget the chill that spread as the tip of his fingers came into contact with Eloise's lifeless body.

The young man took a deep breath, instantly the emotions within him mixed uncontrollably. Shawn unwittingly returns to his habit, letting emotions determine the actions he takes. In a second Shawn seemed to darken his eyes, no longer considering the risks of his reckless actions. In fact, he knows best how he cannot do what he is doing.

Shawn focused the flow of mana in both of his hands, making the silvery ray grains dance beautifully there. Then, he imagined in his head a thin sheet of ice in front of the boy, very thin, but with a large, sturdy surface.

"A-astaga!" there was a woman's cry, signaling what Shawn was doing was beginning to see results.

When the young man opened his eyes, an ice shield had swiftly blocked the white tiger who was intending to pounce on the boy. A 'miracle' that invited the astonished gazes of the people there.

If you really like myths, then let me give you a chance to 'serve' the Blessing Bearer of the Roldwix Forest.

"W-what's that?" a nervous man.

"W-what is magic?" another man replied.

"Don't you think the Duke Lawrence family members are around?"

Instantly all the heads were busy turning to and fro, looking for the magic user just now, without expecting that the person they were looking for was a young man under a dark robe who was standing in front of an inn.

The prince clenched his hands. Brianna's words were true, but right now the emotions raging within him were beating the young man's common sense to think. Now it was only 1 in his mind: letting everyone here 'serve' the glorious white tiger.

The next instant Shawn carved a smile and turned around, saluting the daughter of the Marquess Plutonium Family. "I think this will be our last meeting, may Miss and the family of the Marquess Plutonium always be in the protection of the Almighty."

Without waiting for Brianna to answer, Shawn turned around. His robe that blazed along with the steps of the young man who ran in the sunlight save his own impression for the girl.

"Hey!" reflexes of a man whose spear was snatched by Shawn. Without wasting any time, Shawn immediately threw a spear that he could with all his might from where he stood, as great as his hatred for the people of this kingdom who deeply believed in myths more than anything.

Srash!

The long, sharp spear floated quickly, passed by the people standing in the crowd, made the white tiger run to a standstill in shock, and landed right on the chest of a young lady.

"Who..!!" the young woman was hysterical. Red started to wet the clothes, making her delicate face turn pale. In a few seconds, dozens of pairs of sharp gazes were immediately fixed on the dark-robed young man who was panting— because his body was not used to the heavy weapon—and now stood in front of the injured boy.

"Hey, Son! What do you think you're doing?" A burly man walked forward, exclaiming furiously at Shawn. But the appeal was only answered with a calm gaze by the fourth prince. Before the other residents could talk, Shawn's fingers had 'moved' first.

A swushh!!!

Suddenly a gust of cold wind passed through them, strong enough to make the people there close their eyes. Fortunately it did not last long, a few seconds later the puff had disappeared, leaving a trace on everyone in the crowd.

"What's this?" The panic immediately spread from one person to another as soon as the net of every one there was open. How not. They found that their legs, which had previously been able to move freely, were now frozen by the ice and stuck to the ground.

The clash of spearheads began to sound, trying to smash the ice that had frozen their legs mysteriously. But free, the ice created from Shawn magic will not be as easy to destroy, especially by ordinary spears.

Shawn turned around, making his silvery mana dance around the almost unconscious boy, buying little time to keep his survival.

Shawn's chest felt tight when he saw the boy grimacing weakly. Truly, he really did not understand the mind of the people of this kingdom. Are they really the same people that he says value the life of every human being?

"Guess of the 'Blessing of the Roldwix Forest', I offer you a 'great meal' that you may never have had before" said Shawn with a raised corner of his lips to the king of the Roldwix Forest. Shawn's words just made the residents panic, their hearts beating fast along with the cold that spread. Even their hearts were beating thousands of times faster when they saw the white tiger bowing its head towards Shawn.

"Well, I didn't expect to see this kind of sight!"

Manik Shawn is breaking. He knows this voice very well. The voice of the person he hated since he was 10 years old.

"Prince, did you live in the Roldwix Forest and become close friends with the animals there?" asked the black-haired tall youth in a scornful tone.

Shawn did not turn his head, not even a hint of the words of the young man who was approaching towards him. One that was on his mind at the moment: since 'he' was really here, then Brianna's arrival was confirmed not just by Isaac's orders, either, but also the first prince of this kingdom—because the Duke Lawrence Family is currently siding with the first prince.

Ah, so it seems. "The hired killers last night were also submissions from Count Oldenburgh..," Shawn murmured softly at the words of one of those he killed a few nights ago. In other words, it could be that Brianna and Harry coming here is to ascertain whether the assassins sent by Count Oldenburgh did their job properly or not.

"AHH!!!" The young woman who had been stabbed by Shawn's spear shouted hysterically as the white tiger began to approach her. Tears flooded her cheeks, her lips trembling violently. But no matter how much he tried, his legs could not move because of the ice Shawn created. "Sir.., please forgive me! I'm guilty!"

Shawn turned his head, making the woman's bead growl because he felt hope. But that hope had to be dashed when the silvery-haired young man was still standing without doing anything when the tiger's claw split his chest.

"You're guilty of 'trying' to kill a child with your spear, so you deserve it" Shawn said without a shred of sympathy.

Harry laughed sinisterly, then somehow since when the young man had been standing right near Shawn's ear. "Good God, what kind of prince is it that's making people die? You're really a 'fuck-bearer', huh, Jinxed Prince?"