I Became the Youngest Prince in the Novel

unter later on.

However, it was through this incident that Zion would be able to acquire someone he considered worthy of being his minion.
That was why he rushed here as soon as he finished organising Chimseong Palace.

And the cause of Ruin’s destruction is the Black Forest.

The Black Forest.

It existed on the outskirts of the city of Ruin, the true identity and history of which it is said that only Ruin’s ruling family knows.

Naturally, Zion also knew the true identity of the forest; the location where one of the great “evils” that once antagonised the world is sealed.

Generally, the lord’s permission is necessary to enter the Black Forest…

However, there are other ways that exist only at this time.

After walking for a period of time and organising his thoughts, Zion entered a deserted alleyway before turning.
He glanced towards a corner of the wall and opened his mouth.

“Come out.”

Naturally, the wall remained as it was.

“I don’t repeat myself.”

Zion, uncaring about the lack of a response, flicked his finger slightly toward the wall.

Let’s do this.

Flick!

“Ah, Ackkk!”

A small spark flew out, and the wall, which seemed to conceal nothing out of the ordinary, swayed, after which a large-eyed woman with a bob cut appeared.

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“… How did you know?” The woman asked Zion, her eyes betraying her agitation.

The woman was Nariero, a special informant from Moonlit Snow.
She was clumsy, but she became one of the greatest intelligence agents due to her remarkable concealment and tracking techniques.
Therefore, her being discovered in the current situation was something she was unable to comprehend.

“I’ll make an additional request.”

Zion continued, as if he had no intention of answering Nari’s question.

“I want information about the mercenary recruitment occuring in the lord’s castle, and the location of the one bearing a six-headed beast tattoo in this city.”

Ruin’s lord was currently recruiting mercenaries to conquer the Black Forest.

Zion intended on taking advantage of this.

Additionally, the ‘Black Forest Suppression’ was closely related to the beginning of Ruin’s collapse, so it was possible to kill two birds with one stone.

“What? What?”

Zion was suggesting that he knew what would transpire in the future, but Nari couldn’t possibly know that.

“… A six-headed beast tattoo? And how did you know about the lord recruiting mercenaries in the castle?”

A confused and questioning voice flowed from her mouth, but the back of Zion, with whom the answers lay, was already fading in the distance.

* * *

In the lord’s castle located in the centre of the city of Ruin.

“… Must you do it?” 

In the office on the top floor of the castle, a timid middle-aged man opened his mouth tiredly, looking at a woman with her flaming red hair tied together.

“Of course.”

Rain Dranir, the woman, nodded in response as she looked at Richard Dranir, the middle-aged man who was also her father and the lord of Ruin.

“It’s a chance to get rid of this accursed purification ceremony.”

Rain’s words were harsh, but the feudal lord continued speaking without emphasising them.
He only sported a displeased expression, as if he was already accustomed to her mannerisms.

“Even our ancestors, who originally confronted that ancient evil, could only resort to sealing it.
What can you possibly do?”

“Father.”

Rain’s voice resounded powerfully.

“I do not want to sacrifice any more of our territory’s people to that ‘thing’.
No, I will not offer them, even if they’ve committed a crime!”

Rain left the office after saying that, as though implying she would no longer listen to anything further.

“…”

The lord looked anxiously at his daughter’s back and sighed slightly.

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“Damn it…” A small curse escaped from Rain’s mouth as she left the office and headed somewhere else.

The House of Dranir, which ruled over Ruin city.
It was her family, the family of a great hero who had destroyed the “evil” of the past and saved the entire northern region of the Empire.
However, that was only partially true.
Because the liberation from that “evil” was incomplete.

“Why the long face, Rain?”

Rain eventually arrived at the castle’s outdoor training hall, and a man possessing a slender build and hair longer than hers walked up to her and asked.

“Can’t you tell? Looks like the old man scolded her again.”

Before Rain could answer, a huge, tattooed man, his body almost buried in a chair placed on the left side of the training hall, answered with a laugh.

“Please watch your words.
He is the lord of this city.”

Perhaps because he found the large man’s words displeasing, a neat-looking man next to Rain opened his mouth while pushing his glasses slightly.

All three were close friends who had spent over a decade with Rain.
They all also boasted a great renown in the northern part of the Empire due to their military prowess.

“You take everything too seriously, you’re not fun.
Not fun.”

“I will not overlook an insult to the lord.”

“Both of you, shut up.
How’s the recruitment going? Did you find any useful ones?”

Rain, who raised her hand to prevent the two from initiating an argument, asked while glancing over at the mercenaries who had gathered in the training hall to compete against each other.

The recruitment was organised by her, not the lord.
It was carried out directly at the lord’s castle, and the rewards and benefits offered according to the success of this ‘subjugation’ were expectedly spectacular as well.
Furthermore, due to the great honour, the mercenaries were swarming into the lord’s castle.

“I don’t think so.
It’s no use taking dozens of them.
Why don’t we just go ourselves?”

“I agree with you on that point.”

The bespectacled man nodded at the tattooed giant’s reply.

“Argh, a bunch of useless bastards.
Hart, what about you?”

Rain asked the long-haired man as she gently shook her head at him.

“I don’t know if they’re useful, but there were a couple of interesting ones.
Oh, there’s one coming up.”

With these words, the long-haired man, Hart, pointed toward the training hall with his finger.
Rain turned her head in the direction of the outstretched finger and met eyes with a man slowly walking into the training hall.

Tramp, tramp.

A skinny body with no peculiarity and an ordinary aura.
With his sunken and languid eyes, it was Zion.

T/N: Sorry for not updating.
There’s an internal problems.
And I’ve decided for the update schedule for this series will be 2 chapter/month.
Also I’m recruiting voluntary editor because my editor is going to start getting busy with his schoolwork and no longer can’t continue editing from this month.
If possible I need one asap and experienced one.
If you’re interested or want to get notified for releases, please slid into my server: https://discord.gg/NNHzqeeswu

Thank you so much! 

Footnotes

The sound of a train riding on a railroad switch or joint. The sound of a machine running very fast.