The Incompetent Bratty Prince is out (5/7 chapters)

 

 

From a Prince to a Slave

(Thank you for reading at bayabuscotranslation.com)

Hey, it has been a while. It’s me, Harold.

It has been a month since Lucio’s attack and Florencia’s passing. A whole month has passed. Since then, both the Dehaubalz Kingdom and the Istania Kingdom have jointly launched an investigation into a suspicious man Lucio had mentioned, “Mostro Monos”, but they haven’t made any progress.

Well, Lucio himself had said that this man had warned him, “If you share the secret, ruin will come”. So, even if someone know something, there is no one who would admit it. The wanted poster I had made from Lucio’s description probably wouldn’t have helped either. More than that…

“This is probably not going to be of any use to me, either.” (Harold)

Why, you ask? It is simple. Right now, I have been locked up in a dim, dark cell.

“Huh… what happened? I had been sleeping in bed last night, so why have I woken up in a place like this?” (Harold)

I had muttered calmly, resting my chin on my hand, but inside, I had been incredibly anxious and panicking. After all, I was still in my nightclothes, there was a strange metal ring around my neck, and it wouldn’t come off. And besides, I had thought it would have been impossible for anyone to kidnap me while evading Monica’s watch, but…

“Ugh!?” (Harold)

Suddenly, my pocket had started rustling, and I couldn’t help but raise my voice.

What is it!? Has a rat crawled into my clothes!?

I had quickly taken off my jacket.

“Huh…? Where… where am I…?” (Casparleague)

“Cas!” (Harold)

To my surprise, it had been Cas, rubbing his eyes sleepily, rummaging through my pocket. And he had shrunk to the size of a smartphone.

“So, why had you shrunk to that size? And why were you inside my clothes?” (Harold)

“Well… it’s simple. I think it’s because the inside of your clothes is warm and cozy.” (Casparleague)

Oh, that’s why, huh? It is true that the sun set earlier now, and it gets chilly at night. But anyway…

“Thanks to my partner being here, it looks like we could escape from here.” (Harold)

“Escape? …Wait, we’re locked up!?” (Casparleague)

Cas seemed to have finally realized the situation upon hearing my words. He had looked fully awake now.

“Yeah. I had woken up here too. That means someone had kidnapped us and brought us here.” (Harold)

“No way…” (Casparleague)

Cas had stared at the thick iron door in silence.

But for me, just having Cas with me has given me a deep sense of relief. That’s because…

“I don’t know who this did, but we need to get out of here. Cas, transform into Disaster Beast Casparleague right now.” (Harold)

If Cas transforms into his true form, breaking this kind of cell would have been easy. Of course, escaping wouldn’t have been a problem either.

“Uh, okay! Leave it to me!” (Casparleague)

Cas’ tail had touched my body, ready to absorb SP, and in no time, he would have transformed into Disaster Beast Caspar League… or so I had thought.

“Huh? What’s wrong?” (Harold)

I had cautiously asked as Cas hadn’t transformed. Then…

“Ha, Haru… I… couldn’t transform…” (Casparleague)

“Wait, don’t joke around. If you absorb my SP… no, my Mana, you’ll transform right away…” (Harold)

“That’s the thing, I couldn’t absorb Mana from you!” (Casparleague)

“Huh!?” (Harold)

No way, no way, no way. That is ridiculous. He has always been able to transform without issue. Why couldn’t he now?

Just then…

*Click*

“?! Cas, hide!” (Harold)

“Okay!” (Casparleague)

I had hurriedly hidden Cas inside my pocket and had watched as the door slowly creaked open.

Then, who is that…? What is happening? From his appearance, he looks less like a soldier and more like a thug. And a “post-apocalyptic, hell yeah!” type at that.

“Hehehe, poor thing. You were sold to this place by your comrades.” (Thug)

“Sold…?” (Harold)

“You didn’t remember, huh? Well, it was no wonder.” (Thug)

The thug had scratched his head as he had responded to my puzzled question. He had looked like a low-tier mob character who would have gotten defeated early, yet for some reason, he had given off a strange sense of kindness.

“Let me tell you. While you had been unconscious, your ‘comrade’ had sold you to this place, the ‘Colosseum’.” (Thug)

“Colosseum!?” (Harold)

The word “Colosseum” had spilled from the thug’s mouth, and I couldn’t help but shout in surprise.

The Colosseum is a stage where players in “Engage Hazard” battled each other. You place the protagonist and three heroines there, and the battle ends when one side is completely wiped out. In the Colosseum, rankings are based on the number of wins and the win rate. Players who rank high in the weekly rankings receive rewards such as weapon cards, items, and gacha tickets. So why have I been in such a place? And what does it mean that I had been sold by my comrades?

“Well, who exactly were my comrades, then?” (Harold)

“Sorry, I couldn’t tell you that. But… I’ll tell you this much. It is a woman.” (Thug)

“A woman…” (Harold)

With just that information, how could I figure out who the culprit had been? I can’t think of a single woman who would have sold me off to such a place.

“Well, just try not to die. And… don’t even think about escaping. Not as long as you’ve got this… thing.” (Thug)

The thug had pointed at his neck with a grin, and left the cell.

 

—

(Thank you for reading at bayabuscotranslation.com)

TLN: This pick is only to support me as a translator on voluntary basis. As an Amazon Associate, I earn from qualifying purchases. This means that if you click on one of the product links and make a purchase, I may receive a small commission at no additional cost to you.

Please consider supporting Bayabusco Translation @

Previous Chapter | Table of Content | Next Chapter