Otoko Game: Male protagonists, I’m just a scumbag

"Oh!" Queen Kalida shouted exaggeratedly, looking at the group of servants who beat Ai'er:

“Are you crazy——!”

The two servants and the guards were startled, but did not stop because they all knew.

As expected, Queen Kalida continued, her mouth full of disgust:

"This is the garden outside the palace! It's so dirty!"

Those people immediately understood and dragged the dying Al in one direction.

Finally, he was brought to a room that was worse than a servant's room. It was obviously messed up on purpose and there were all kinds of traces of dirt and wetness.

The bedding was all black and moldy.

Those people threw him in and kicked him a few times, venting all their anger on him. When they were tired of kicking him, a few of them prepared to leave and spat at Al a few times.

When they turned to leave, one of them suddenly called out to them, "Hey?! Wait!"

The other people stopped and said impatiently, "What are you doing? Why don't you leave? It's almost time for the servants' dinner."

The manservant wearing the special leather shoes for servants walked towards Al again, his eyes fixed on where his hand was.

Al fell to the ground helplessly, his body covered with wounds, and the exposed skin slowly began to turn purple. The prince, who was so bright and handsome in the morning, now looked like this.

And from the beginning, his hands have been staying on his thighs.

It seems to be protecting something all the time.

"Hmm?" The servant was a little confused and tried to pull his hand away, saying,

"Could this guy have hidden something valuable again?"

The remaining two people gathered around upon hearing this, as if they had divided the prince's things before.

Al noticed his movements and suddenly clenched his hands, pressing hard and trying to get up, but one of them immediately kicked him in the stomach.

Al visibly spasmed from being kicked.

I don't know who said it.

"What on earth is this? Get it out!!"

Then someone pried his hands apart and reached into his trouser pockets.

“Let go—!”

Al screamed fiercely and tried to stop him, but the two men held down his hands and feet and pinned him to the dirty ground, unable to move.

"Did you speak?" A servant slapped him.

"Look what valuable stuff is!"

"what is this?"

At this time, the servant who was holding the things was a little surprised. After a closer look, he found that they were actually two candies that were almost melted.

"What the hell?"

When the servant saw that it was candy, he frowned and threw it back.

Al's eyes widened, his pupils looking at the arc in which he threw the candy, and he bit his lower lip so hard that it bled.

At this time, the servant took out another thing, which was soft and fluffy. When one of them saw it, he shouted,

"It's actually a woman's silk scarf!?"

"Hey?" The servant took the thing in his hand and patted Al's face on the ground.

"I haven't even tasted a woman, but you, a slut, have!"

Al looked at the hands stained with the scarf and the bloodshot eyes staring at him fiercely.

"give me back--!"

As he said this, he struggled hard, shook off the two people who were holding him down, and tried to snatch the thing in his hand, but was quickly grabbed by the other two people.

The servant took a step back, grinning.

"Oh my god - why are you so nervous? Could this be that princess's thing?"

As he spoke, he put his silk scarf to his nose and sniffed it, taking a deep breath, his wretched face showing an intoxicated expression:

"As expected of a famous princess, it smells better than any other one~~"

"Fuck, is this true? Let me smell it!" The other person was a little annoyed with him, so he let go of Al's hand and tried to snatch it.

Al's eyes were wide open with rage, as if something precious had been tarnished. He was shaking with anger and suddenly struggled to break free.

"Ah!" The guard screamed, and then saw Al pull out the sword at his side, holding the sword and walking towards the two people in front.

The sword cut through iron like mud. The two men in front hadn't reacted yet and were struggling to grab it, and actually tore the scarf apart.

Al was breathing heavily, his bloodshot eyes were like a devil, ferocious and terrifying. Without any hesitation, he raised the sword and chopped at the head of the person with his back to him!

The man felt a little strange at that moment, wondering why the servant didn't run away, but instead stood there in a daze, with fear on his face.

But he couldn't ask any more questions, and his expression remained at that moment for a moment.

Blood splattered and heads fell to the ground.

The servant's face was splattered with blood. He watched helplessly as the person who had just spoken to him was now headless, with the internal structure of his neck covered in blood and scarlet.

The next second, the corpse fell down, and what appeared in his vision was the face that he had laughed at countless times, but now it looked like Shura, with a strong smell of blood in its eyes.

He said word by word,

"Give it back to me——"

"Crazy... Crazy--!" the servant stammered out these words, his face full of fear.

He turned stiffly and tried to escape, but just as he turned sideways, he was stabbed in the neck!

The blood flow in the whole body began to stop after a while, and the servant fell to the ground, hitting his head on the wall at the door.

"Ha--" Al let out a resentful breath. The blood almost splattered all over him, but he didn't care. He stared at the things scattered around the servant with resentment.

Then he fell to the ground and snatched the thing with a crazy look on his face. The scarf had been torn and the silk had been pulled out, turning it into a broken thing.

But he treated him like a treasure and held him in his arms.

Finally, he suddenly raised the sword again and slashed at the servant's face again and again, especially at the junction of the lower jaw and the upper jaw, again and again...

Crazy like a beast tearing its prey.

The bones were chopped so hard that they splashed out of the flesh, but he didn't stop.

The guard behind him was so scared that he fell to the wall, terrified, but he covered his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound, for fear that he would discover his presence.

The second prince, who was so weak that he allowed them to bully and humiliate him, would actually do such a thing!

When he finally stopped, he stumbled backwards again. The sunlight coming in from the door was blocked behind him, and there was a shadow in front of him.

The green eyes had lost their brightness, and were surrounded by blood.

The guard was so frightened that he curled himself up in a corner, muttering terrified words.

"Don't...don't, Your Highness, the Second Prince, don't kill me!"

Al paid no attention to him and frantically searched for the two candies that had fallen on the ground, which were stained with the blood of the headless servant.

"Disgusting..." He suddenly cursed in a low voice, picked up the sword and chopped at his body desperately, as if to vent his anger, but muttered incomprehensible words.

"..., that's, mine."

"mine..."