It took a while before the crown prince could react. When he did, he managed to let out a "Hah" of disbelief.
"Are you alright, your highness?" The crown prince tilted his head, beside him stood the guy who was following the General earlier–if he remembers correctly, which he does, his name would be...
"Sir Yuno, it's a pleasure to see you again!" The crown prince happily quipped. He quickly stood up and dusted off his clothes. "I was quite disappointed that you left a little early. Who would have thought that I'll be given a one on one chance to talk to you like this?"
The crown prince chuckled, though Yuno was far from matching the other's expression. His face remained blank and the crown prince as if wanting to push the remaining buttons continued.
"How about we move this conversation to my be-" CRACK
The crown prince bit his lips, he slowly closed his eyes before closing his legs and ultimately falling to the ground. A single tear travelled from his eyes to his chin. He looked up to see Yuno to demand an explanation–only to see the other look at him coldly. Unlike Licht who smiled while committing inhumane acts–Yuno's expression was a breathe of fresh air, probably because of the fact that he looked like he'll murder him and he'll really murder him. No courtesy needed.
"You should've just shut your mouth. I wouldn't be doing this if you did. Fortunately, you didn't." Yuno crouched, he took out a small cloth on his pocket and he unfolded it.
Luckily, Yuno managed to look around the place beforehand and confirmed that no guards were patrolling around the area. He crounched down and the crown prince tried to crawl back–unfortunately, he was grounded by the other's intense grip.
"Now, don't run. I still need to shove this to your mouth, so don't even think about running–not that you can."
Yuno tightened his gloves, the crown prince watched as the other scooped up a green powder–'looks like grounded tea leaves'- he spread it on his gloves before forcefully shoving it on the crown prince's mouth.
The other let out a suprised "hump!", thrashing around Yuno's grip. It took a while before the powder took effect, by then, the crown prince couldn't even lift a finger. His eyes felt heavy and he wanted to just close them for some reason. And his body felt light as a feather. Before the crown prince could lose his consciousness, he asked for salvation one last time.
'Licht...bastard...help...'
Unfortunately, the only response that he got was a 'Well Deserved' spoken with a jolly tone. As he passed out, the crown prince couldn't help but think about that goody two shoe's earlier words.
'I should've really just stayed indoors...damn Licht.'
Yuno watched with contempt as the other's face met the ground. If Cyrus was here, he would certainly pass out–from shock, and not because he got hit by a book. Luckily the other was too occupied with tea at the moment.
Yuno looked at the prince's unconscious body. The contempt on his face was quickly replaced by annoyance.
He tsked internally, now that step three was finished, he needed to hide the body. That itself wasn't the challenging part, instead–'Do I really have to carry him? I just want to roll him on the ground.'
The prince, much like Derick and Cyrus was a tad bit taller than Yuno–which adds to the other's annoyance.
'Let's just drag him.' Just as Yuno grasped the other by the shoulder, he heard a foreign hum coming from behind. He calmly turned around, and sure anough there was another person.
"Need help?" The man wearing pajamas asked, he craned his neck, a smile plastered on his face as he pointed towards the crown prince's unconscious body.
Yuno for his part only nodded. He doesn't know why, but he can feel that this random man wearing pajamas can be trusted. "Appreciated."
The man smiled, he moved swiftly and quietly before reaching the crown prince's feet and giving it a harsh tug. "No problem."
After that their small talk came to an end and the rest of the trip just consisted of 'unfortunate events' while moving the crown prince who suddenly 'fainted'–bumping through walls, bumping through trees, occasionally falling to the ground and rolling to the gorund are some examples of these events.
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It was already afternoon that Cyrus got to see Yuno and his uncle again. Honestly, he was just glad to see the two considering that he had to endure the rest of the afternoon dodging Liam's advances, controlling his body as to not hurt the said prince and worst of all, he was left with Derick. The two he could handle, but Derick–absolutely not.
'Hey General who's more attractive, the third prince or the first prince?'
Of course, his mind would always supply 'the first prince.' And then Derick would do a gushy tone ladies use when they talk about their crushes.
"Uncle."
Cyrus approached the Emperor–he really should've just broke his ankles and joined his uncle instead.
"Cyrus!" Before the General can get closer, the Emperor was faster, hooking himself on his nephew's side in an instant. "Don't leave this old man again. Do you know how much fuss the Yerin King made?! He called 10 healers, 14 mages and 21 doctors! Everytime I say I'm fine, he calls another one, if I don't say anything he calls for two more and if I say don't add anymore people, he'll lessen them but he'll add five more!"
The Emperor complained in a hushed tone as he leaned against Cyrus for support. The General couldn't help, but imagine the scene. Somehow it looks a tad bit familiar, unconsciously, Cyrus's gaze travelled towards his uncle's face who looked worn out. He recalls how he had the same expression months ago after his uncle called all the known and prestigious doctors on the North to grind his medicine.
'Isn't this what you call karma?'
"Anyways, you can't leave. I'm not going through that hell again." The Emperor frantically said, hooking his arms on the General who still thought that karma was indeed real.
Something interesting caught the General's eye when he spotted Yuno, sporting a patch of dirt on his sleeves.
'You have dirt on your sleeves' Cyrus pointed out, this seems to catch Yuno's attention as he looked up to the General before tugging at his sleeve and hiding the area were the dirt was visible.
'Thanks' Yuno replied–Cyrus stood frozen in place. He thanked him?
'You're in a good mood?' The General slowly said, unsure if it was a question or a statement.
'So?'
'Why are you in a good mood?' Cyrus asked, skeptical.
'Can't I be in a good mood?' Yuno asked back, amused and Cyrus quickly looked for Derick only to see the other standing on the corner, glaring at Yuno's back.
'You didn't beat him up...why is he glaring like that though?'
'He kept asking where I went and I didn't answer him.'
'So where did you went?' This time Cyrus was the one to ask, and sure enough Yuno wouldn't give him the same response as he did to Derick.
From the corner of his eyes, Cyrus watched Yuno, his expression morphing to horror as he saw the corner of Yuno's mouth lifting with a mischievous glint present on his eyes.
'I went to repay a little debt.'