Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Many of the knights who had accompanied Conrad were veterans who had participated in the Great Retreat and had witnessed the terrifying power of demons. The remaining young knights were mostly mature and composed, at least they knew how to read the expressions of older and more experienced knights first.

So, Crown Prince Conrad, who took the lead, really rushed out alone.

Although the sound of horse hooves could be heard behind His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the knights' "charge" seemed reluctant, and the distance between them and Crown Prince Conrad became increasingly farther.

In everyone's eyes, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince relied on his brute courage to launch a lonely and futile charge against the devil.

230 His Highness Conrad in Crisis

When Walter saw Conrad charging towards him alone, his first reaction was laughter, and a bloodthirsty gleam flashed in his eyes.

Well, Conrad, since you, the timid and opinionless follower of our father and mother, have gone mad, I will send you to hell first!

Walter showed his ferocious and sharp claws towards Conrad.

But then Walter hesitated again.

After being cut on the calf by Russell, a human being whom Walter had never taken seriously before, he felt a bit like being afraid of ropes for ten years after being bitten by a snake.

It suddenly wondered if Conrad had also had some unexpected adventure, so this big brother who had always lacked his own opinions and courage would charge at it so recklessly?

No, I can't get hurt again. That fiery Occitania is hard enough to deal with, and I have to be careful with Conrad.

Walter's mind raced, so he retracted his claws, which had not yet been fully extended, and resisted the tempting prospect of scratching Conrad to death with one claw.

By the time Conrad realized something was wrong, the prince didn't even have time to rein in his horse.

The originally fearless and heroic expression on His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's face had frozen.

When he found out that he was the only one rushing towards his second brother who had transformed into a devil, his face turned pale in an instant.

Although he was optimistic that Walter was seriously injured, he was not optimistic enough to think that he could kill the demon with just his charge.

Fortunately, the horse under Conrad's crotch was also frightened by the evil aura of the devil. Its eyes suddenly widened in shock, and its four hooves suddenly stopped, as if blocked by an invisible wall. Its two front hooves suddenly lifted up, and it let out a cry full of fear.

Conrad was completely stiff at this time, and the only remaining bravery in his face was frozen. One hand was tightly grasping the reins, while the other hand was holding a sword, pointing at Walter in the distance.

Now, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince looked like Napoleon crossing the St. Bernard Pass in the Alps, leaving a deep impression on everyone present.

Not only the knights present, but the two bishops also felt that although Conrad was usually low-key, he was reliable when it came to his stance on the major issue of fighting against the devil.

Only Russell and the Emperor of the Night thought that the Crown Prince's expression was a little strange, but they didn't think too much about it for the time being.

In the eyes of everyone, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince risked his life to charge towards the devil.

Unfortunately, the horse under His Highness's crotch was really unworthy of the task. It was overwhelmed by the devil's momentum and timidly braked without listening to His Highness the Crown Prince's command, and even knocked the fearless Crown Prince off the horse.

Inspired by Crown Prince Conrad, the knights abandoned their previous indifference and caution and charged forward desperately, vowing to snatch back a crown prince worthy of their followers.

Unfortunately, it seems it's too late.

Walter, who had been staring at Conrad, couldn't help laughing when he saw Conrad fall off his horse and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's frozen face.

It mentally scoffed at its own excessive caution, then stretched out its claws toward its eldest brother.

"Brother!" Eleanor cried out in horror.

Eleanor, who had just circled around and reached the cliff, saw her eldest brother Conrad about to die at the hands of the devil, and she couldn't help but scream in worry.

Brother? Why does this tone sound familiar?

Walter was curious and wanted to turn around to take a look. However, as soon as he turned his head, he happened to see a dazzling sword energy flying past his body.

Walter was startled, and then the sharp pain in his right arm and right wing made him realize what had just happened.

With its wings and right arm cut off, it lost its balance, fell from the sky with a thud, and landed in the mud.

Its corrosive and smelly blood gushed out like a spring, corroding the ground beside it into a large pit, and its remains sank deeper and deeper, as if it were sinking from the ground.

Tsk, I consumed too much energy just now and haven’t fully recovered yet, so I actually cut the sword crookedly.

Russell sheathed his sword somewhat dissatisfiedly, then walked forward and extended his hand to Crown Prince Conrad.

Russell now has no idea what Conrad thinks about Eleanor's orthopedics. In Russell's eyes, Conrad had tried to save Eleanor before.

However, as soon as he walked in, Russell smelled a strong smell of urine. It turned out that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was so frightened that he lost control of his bladder.

At this time, Conrad finally came back to his senses. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and stood up with the help of Russell's strength. Looking at Russell who frowned and took several steps away in disgust as if avoiding the plague, he finally smelled the strange smell coming from himself.

This made His Royal Highness the Crown Prince feel extremely ashamed. He felt his face burning and even forgot to say thank you.

As Conrad blushed, he also noticed that the knights were rushing towards him with great excitement and cheers, and the two bishops also came forward with smiles on their faces.

This made Conrad experience the fear of facing death in another sense.

Different people have different answers to the question of which is more terrifying: death or social death.

But at this moment, Conrad would rather have died in Walter's clutches just now.

If the news that he became incontinent due to shock during the charge were to get out, wouldn't the Crown Prince's life be over?

Fortunately, Russell set a few fires to the surrounding bushes for Eleanor's sake. The burning smell temporarily covered up the unpleasant smell of urine on Conrad's body.

Conrad felt a surge of gratitude towards Russell, the villain who had taken his sister away, because Russell not only saved his life, but also tried his best to save his reputation.

Conrad, having regained his composure, looked at the oncoming knights and, thinking quickly, shouted, "I'm fine! Everyone, please leave me alone! Please go and get rid of that demon first!"

"Yes! Your Highness!" Several old knights recalled the glorious days when they followed the national knights to charge against the demons. Their hearts were surging and they accepted Conrad's orders loudly.

Then the knights rushed towards the demon Walter. Many knights also had a kind of convert fervor. The fact that Prince Walter, whom they had previously favored, had transformed into a demon was a shameful betrayal to the knights.

Therefore, they were even more enthusiastic than Conrad about killing Walter, the smooth-talking and deceitful demon.

Seeing that the knights and the two bishops were heading towards the deep pit where the devil was, Russell also retreated far away. Conrad breathed a sigh of relief while trying to get closer to the fire to dry his pants.

However, his expression immediately froze again.

Eleanor, worried about her elder brother, was running towards him quickly: "Brother! Are you okay?"

Oh no, Eleanor! If she found out that I lost control of my bladder in fear, it would be worse than if the knights had noticed me just now!

In the past, when Conrad saw his beloved sister running towards him, he would just smile happily.

But at this moment, Crown Prince Conrad's mood was completely different. He would rather be humiliated in public than in front of his beloved sister.

The expression on His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's face was distorted, and his face turned red, perhaps because of the fire.

Hurry, think of an excuse and stop Eleanor from getting close!

231 rescued

Eleanor didn't know the despair and helplessness in Conrad's heart, nor did she know that the demon whose right arm and wings were cut off by Russell was her second brother.

When the princess saw that her master had saved her brother at the critical moment, she couldn't help but smile and ran towards the two of them.

Eleanor walked so fast that she didn't even care about the bushes and vines growing out from under her feet. She almost tripped twice, but she still kept her balance nimbly, stumbled and adjusted her steps, and quickly approached Russell and Conrad.

Don't come over here, Eleanor!

Conrad was speechless. He couldn't come up with a suitable reason to get Eleanor away.

For Conrad, this was more than just a matter of embarrassment in front of Eleanor. Even worse was the pampered Eleanor, innocent and outspoken, who would have spoken out loudly if she had sensed something was wrong.

By then, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will still not be able to escape the tragic fate of social death.

Quick, dry it quickly! Prince Conrad ignored the scorching flames and took two steps closer to the fire.

By this time Eleanor was about to arrive.

To Conrad's relief, Eleanor was the first to crawl into Russell's arms, ignoring her brother.

"Thank you, Master, for saving my brother!" Eleanor thanked Russell crisply, and then gave him a sweet kiss.

Conrad's expression began to twist again.

Although his sister Eleanor did not run to him to kill him, she threw herself into the arms of another man and even gave him a passionate kiss and called him master.

When this scene actually happened in front of Conrad, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince still felt extremely uncomfortable.

Conrad didn't want Eleanor to notice his misconduct, but he also hoped that Eleanor would care about him. This made him feel very conflicted, both lost and somewhat fortunate.

Fortunately, Eleanor, whose face turned red from the passionate kiss, had not completely forgotten her brother. After kissing passionately for a while, she reluctantly left Russell's lips.

"Brother! I'm so glad you're okay!" Eleanor smiled and snuggled in Russell's arms, turning her head.

Conrad felt very uncomfortable watching Eleanor and Russell being intimate.

Especially when he saw Russell's hateful hand tightly holding Eleanor's waist, Conrad was filled with jealousy.

At the same time, Conrad felt that Russell might have done this to save his face and prevent Eleanor from realizing the sad fact that he was incontinent.

If he felt grateful to Russell, he was a hateful man who had taken his sister away from him; but if he hated him, Russell had saved his life. Conrad didn't know how to face them.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince forced an ugly smile. He felt that his facial muscles had never been so stiff before. It seemed that this was the first time he laughed despite the training in smiling in court etiquette.

"Ah, well, yeah, I'm fine," Conrad said vaguely.

"Oh, brother, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so bad? Are you hurt?" Eleanor asked with concern. She suddenly broke free from Russell's hand and walked forward.

Then Eleanor frowned: "Ah! What smells so bad, like, like... Ugh——!"

Before Eleanor could say anything, she was pulled back by Russell, and then Russell blocked Eleanor's mouth tightly with his mouth.

Before Eleanor could figure out what was going on, she was already overwhelmed by Russell's kiss.

Her body was bent backwards by Russell's aggressive body. She closed her eyes unconsciously and her arms wrapped around Russell's neck with ease.

If Russell lifted her butt at this time, she would cross her legs and wrap them around his waist - this was the result of Russell's training during this period. Her Royal Highness the Princess had already formed an instinct and had completely forgotten that her brother was watching her.

Conrad, whose heart was in his throat, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but his mood did not improve. He looked at his beloved sister lost in Russell's passionate kiss with mixed feelings, his eyes out of focus.

Conrad seemed to just stare at Russell and Eleanor's affection, and to him, the world seemed to stand still.

Why did it turn out like this... He saw his beloved sister again, and Walter, who sought the throne, was defeated again. These two happy events overlapped, and what he got was a dreamlike and happy time... But why did it turn out like this...

In a trance, Conrad vaguely saw Russell touching his beloved sister Eleanor all over, and at the same time he had the energy to give him a thumbs up, as if to say "You're welcome, it's my duty."

Can you be more serious about being intimate with Eleanor? Only Eleanor is so engaged, and you still have time to greet me. Doesn't this make it seem like you're just toying with her?

Conrad felt an inexplicable fire rising in his heart. He felt as if his whole body was burning fiercely, and he was in great pain.

In a rage, Conrad saw Russell's lips leave Eleanor and open and close as he shouted something. He saw Eleanor turn her head in surprise, and then wave at him in horror.

Immediately afterwards, a large amount of cold water poured over his head, chilling the Crown Prince to the bone. At the same time, he felt as if his head was hit hard.

This finally brought Conrad back to his senses. He could barely hear Eleanor's complaint: "Brother, what were you daydreaming about? Your pants were on fire!"

Conrad then realized that the burning sensation he felt was not just an illusion caused by anger or jealousy.

He was really ignited by the flames because he was too close to the fire.

He lowered his head in confusion, looking at the charred spot on his breeches. Fortunately, it was too cold in early spring and the clothes he wore were thick enough, so he did not suffer any irreversible burns.

I'm afraid these burns are not as serious as the injury I got hit on the head with an ice cube just now.

In the distance, Rosalyn, who was putting away her staff, whispered to Margaret, "I did as you said and hit Conrad hard on the head. You must give me three equal blows."

"You didn't smash his head, so it doesn't count," Margaret bargained. "At most I'll give you one chance."

"I risked offending the Usedom royal family on your behalf by hitting him on the head with an ice cube! Three times, not once less." Rosaline frowned.

"Humph, you put out the fire and saved him, so he has to thank you! Twice at most."

At this moment, Eleanor's voice came from afar: "Brother! Rosalyn saved you with her magic, won't you thank her?"

Conrad was obviously stunned. When he heard his sister say that, he shouted in a dazed voice, "Thank you!"

Rosalyn was speechless. "Okay, two times is two times, deal."

So Margaret and Rosaline clasped their hands together and made an unspeakable deal.

Francine looked confused and pretended not to understand what they were saying.

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Author's Note: Thanks for the random coin

232 Resistance

Although Crown Prince Conrad's head was hit hard by the ice and a big bump appeared, at least the unpleasant smell on his body was burned away by the fire.

Russell therefore looked up to Conrad: In order to avoid social death, he was able to jump into the fire and almost burn himself to death. This prince of the Burgoyne family was really a tough and ruthless person.