I Screwed the Novel's Plot

"Ian wait!"

Alexander tried to follow Damian but someone grabbed his upper arm. He stared at the doer and Chislon came into view.

"What are you doing?! Let me go!"

Alexander struggled to get his hands off but to no avail. The boy didn't know, but for some reason, his heart skipped a beat, and waves of pain swirled through his head.

"Your Highness, please calm down."

The Count tried to ease Alexander's anxiety. Chislon thought that it would be bad if both Princes separated from them.

"No! You don't understand!"

His feral golden eyes stared at the blonde man before him, fearlessly.

That damn brat followed Leticia; the one that was fated to disappear from this world! How could he be at ease?!

They didn't visit Syna in his previous timeline, nor had he kept up with any updates from the noble society back then. So he had no idea when the girl disappeared.

Just–why did that imp like to jump into trouble?! It would be a disaster if that brat vanished along with her.

Also, he had used all the power given by 'him' so there was no way for him to turn back time a second time. This was the only chance he had.

'No. Calm down. Calm down.'

He should not let anger affect him. He needed to think clearly and let out a long sigh.

"Alright."

With that, Chislon released his hand and spoke.

"We will look for Prince Damian together."

Alexander nodded and deep down, he could only hope that today wasn't the day Leticia disappeared.

"Follow me."

Chislon led in the front and they followed suit. He peeked at the back and there were only his two knights while Fedel and Sir Ulrich were nowhere to be seen.

Looked like both of them instantly followed Damian. Knowing it Alexander's agitation lessened a bit.

Also, luckily Chislon gave the brat a tracker, so finding him should not be a problem, right?

But even so, why couldn't he quell his anxiety?

"By the way, who is the girl Prince Damian is chasing?"

"She's Duke Gustav's daughter, Lady Leticia."

"I see."

Chislon asked another question.

"But why is His Highness after her?"

Alexander shook his head.

"I don't know. He called for her but she refused and they both ran like a cat and a mouse."

"I see."

Chislon nodded and soon entered the alley. They continued running and completely stopped when they met two familiar figures standing with their backs to them.

Without beating the bush Alexander bombarded the men with queries.

"Where is Damian? Where is Leticia? Why are you all alone?"

Fedel was seen clenching a torn paper with anger as his fist shook uncontrollably.

Ulrich turned around and immediately spoke to Chislon, completely ignoring Alexander.

"Could you locate Prince Damian's whereabouts? I will explain everything on the way."

Chislon hastily checked his Telesphere. The red dot that previously entered the alley now had changed location. It was now flickering outside of Syna.

"His Highness is inside a forest outside the city estimated around 3 km."

Fedel spun around and spoke.

"Can you teleport us to the forest?"

Upon hearing Fedel's cold tone, they could tell that the old man was trying hard to suppress his anger.

It was understandable, this was the second time he had lost the Prince.

Fedel despised himself for being incompetent.

"Yes, I can."

And wasting no more time, Chislon took out the teleport magic paper and tore it.

After waiting for ten seconds, the magic circle formed beneath and they transferred into a forest.

"Follow me."

They began to run with Count Andreas leading the way at the forefront and Alexander asked one more time.

"What happened to Damian?"

Ulrich explained.

"His Highness has been kidnapped along with Lady Leticia."

Shock vividly decorated their faces and the anger that Alexander had tried so hard to tame exploded like wildfire.

His golden eyes blazed with rage and shouted at the man next to him.

"How could you lose them!!"

"I'm… sorry."

"Your Highness, please calm down."

Chislon promptly reminded the Prince, then he put the conversation back on track.

"Sir Ulrich, could you explain in detail?"

"Yes."

He continued.

"As soon as we arrived, we saw Lady Leticia unconscious and was carried on the shoulder by a black-robed man. Apparently, Prince Damian who witnessed it immediately jumped into the magic circle that the man previously activated and they teleported."

"So, in other words, His Highness is alone with the culprit in the forest right now?"

Ulrich shook his head.

"A split second before they teleported, Fedel managed to send his dagger and in my opinion, that should have killed the culprit."

"If it's like that, I just hope there's no interference from unexpected variables so we can find Prince Damian and Lady Leticia without difficulty."

Truthfully, Chislon had heard about the unsolved kidnapping cases circulating for years.

That was why he made the Princes wear the brooch he made. But who would have known the things that he tried so hard to prevent, unfolding before his eyes?

Chislon could only lament inwardly. It seemed he made a grave mistake by bringing Prince Damian here.

"Let's just… speed up."

Alexander's weak voice was heard. All of them nodded and quickened their pace.

–Tap!

Everyone halted as they were stunned by the scene presented before their eyes.

Red liquid soaked the ground and a dagger lay beside it; it was Fedel's weapon. However, what surprised them was not that.

Chislon strode forward and picked up a brooch that was lying on the ground; it was the brooch he had given Damian.

His emerald eyes scanned the surroundings but found nothing. Neither the corpses of the culprit, Damian nor Leticia could be seen anywhere.

Chislon stared intently at the brooch in his palm.

Now Chislon understood why the kidnapping case was never solved; it turned out they were not ordinary kidnappers.

They comprehended exactly what they were doing. They even knew that a tracker had been planted on this brooch and so, they removed it from Damian's jacket.

Chislon looked at his Telesphere once again and scoffed.

But, did you know what was the funniest thing?

They even bothered to teleport outside the city to erase their trace or perhaps to confuse the pursuers.

Still, whatever their intentions, Chislon had to admit their cleverness.

Despite this, the corners of Chislon's lips tugged. Unfortunately, they messed with the wrong person.

Chislon turned to a man with baby blue hair and gave him an order.

"Sir Ulrich please inform His Majesty that His Highness has been kidnapped and request a search team be dispatched as soon as possible."

"I understand."

Ulrich was a knight who served under Dariush, there should be a code to contact the Emperor directly without any hassle.

He switched to one of Alexander's knights.

"You go to Duke Gustav's mansion and inform the Duchess about Lady Leticia's kidnapping. Ask Her Grace to send the Knights immediately. If the guards stop you, show them this and they will let you in."

Chislon handed him the Andreas Family insignia.

"I understand."

With that, he immediately dashed toward the forest entrance and Ulrich jumped into the conversation.

"I have informed His Majesty."

Chislon nodded.

"Alright."

He swept the group's faces and began to explain the hypothesis he had deduced from the crime scene.

'I will make them pay. How dare they ruin my pupil's vacation!'

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–Shattered!

The teacup in Seneca's hand fell to the floor as she shot up from her seat.

"M–my daughter… has been… what?"

She looked at the knight that kneeled before her in horror and disbelief. Unbeknownst to her, tears slid down her face.

"Count Andreas requested for Her Grace to send a search team."

"I… I understand. I will dispatch the knight as soon as possible."

"Thank you so much."

With that, the Knight exited the room, and Seneca dropped herself to the floor.

"Leticia…"

She covered her face with both hands and wailed echoed throughout the room. Her Lady in Waiting instantly move closer and hugged the Duchess.

"Ma'am, please calm down. The Young Lady will be okay."

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"Sire, I received an urgent report from Sir Ulrich."

A light green-haired man with glasses approached Dariush who was writing and stopped a few meters away from his desk.

Dariush responded without bothering to look at him.

"The content?"

"Prince Damian has been kidnapped."

The hand that was writing came to an abrupt halt. He put down his fountain pen and looked at the man before him. His aide resumed.

"He requested for Your Majesty to dispatch a search team."

Dariush rose from his seat and stepped to the window. He gazed into the faraway distance and clicked his tongue in annoyance.

First, his son sneaked out and was almost killed by assassins at Cameron's behest.

Second, he sent him on a quest, and the damned place he visited turned into a battlefield.

Third, he went on vacation and now, he got himself kidnapped.

Dariush massaged his nose bridge.

His very son, his VERY VERY son.

'Just–why does it seem like… dangers are flocking into him?'

He didn't understand.

"Say, Cedric, should I chain my son inside his Palace instead?"

"Pardon?"

The man was baffled. He couldn't comprehend what Dariush was talking about.