Became a Munchkin Skill Thief

Chapter 27 Take advantage of misunderstanding to eat

Sizzly Efania.

The first prince eventually dies at the hands of Sigryn, just before she puts Arthur on the throne.

Sisley hid the White Dragon Seal (白龍玉璽), a symbol of imperial power, in an unknown place, then she committed suicide.

An old unwritten rule that those who do not possess the White Dragon Seal cannot ascend to the throne.

As a result, Sigreen and Arthur, unable to hold the White Dragon Seal, were unable to unite the empire.

They ascended to the throne as emperors, but they are only empresses.

The conflicts within the empire could not be settled in the end.

Because of an incident that Sisley had committed.

‘I’m trying to get rid of that intruder beforehand.’

Sidley’s brain itself is different from others.

Because even the prodigies within her were often at a loss in front of her.

So it was clear that Sigryn had judged that even if he held the White Dragon Seal first, Sisley would get in the way in some way.

Sisley will never let Arthur ascend to the throne.

‘I intend to use the crow to kill Sizli, and put the blame on the second prince for holding the crow and end them both at the same time.’

Krashu felt that all the puzzles fit together.

‘I’m not saying that I killed my half-brother with my own hands.’

I could see how out of touch Sieg Lynn was with her family.

“What are you thinking about for so long?”

Bandaged Man Crimson Garden, sitting on top of him, tilted his head and asked.

Seeing that, Krashu let out a long breath.

I roughly grasped the situation.

And why did the night crow participate in this dance competition?

She must have wanted to spread the word about the 2nd prince saying that she owned a night crow.

And the target of those rumors must have been a dance contest.

He will be hoping that the raven will win first place in this dance competition.

I don’t know if that was all Sigryn’s ruse.

And Sigryn’s blade will cut Sizzly and the second prince at the same time.

“Cream.”

“I should have told you not to call me that.”

As Crimson Garden was immediately pecked with its beak, Krashu lightly dodged her beak.

“I would like some more help.”

“I’m even raising her as a disciple. Isn’t it too shameful to ask for more help here?”

“Sleep with shame, this has to do with me becoming stronger.”

I know what Sigreen’s purpose is.

She wants to bring down the 1st and 2nd princes somehow before she goes to Racheln Academy.

Only then can Arthur easily take over after the emperor who died of illness at the time of graduating from Rachellen Academy.

She is aiming for the Emperor of the Empire.

And Krashu had no intention of letting Arthur be crowned Emperor of the Empire.

‘Black Hood basically makes a dial based on the subject’s self-esteem.’

The higher the self-esteem, the stronger the dial and the harder it is to open.

But on the contrary, the more one lacks self-esteem, the looser the dial.

That was natural.

Because if you want to increase the value of what you have, you have to think of yourself as valuable.

‘That’s why I can’t let Sigryn achieve his goal.’

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For her future, she must steal her skills.

So even for that reason, I couldn’t let her become emperor.

‘And when that damn woman ascends to her throne, the empire is most likely ruined.’

Sigrin has a natural gift for the sword, but her head falls short of an emperor’s vessel.

Doesn’t the answer come out just by looking at her trying to raise Arthur to the position of emperor without being thoughtful in the first place?

The fall of the empire is the flood of world erosion.

I just wanted to prevent Sigryn from becoming emperor.

“Because I have to ruin the work of the guy who wants to steal the skill.”

I clicked my tongue when I saw Krashu in Crimson Garden.

“Anyway, the regressors try to move with trivial knowledge of the future.”

Unfortunately, there are real regressors.

“Is it me who decided to help you like that? I get it. Please help me this time.”

Fortunately, she said that Crimson Garden would gladly help.

“What are you going to do with this guy?”

When Crimson Garden tapped the bandaged man with its beak and asked, Krashu turned around.

“Leave it alone. Because I don’t really need it anymore.”

I understood the situation.

As much as Krashu knew Siegrin best, she knew no one more accurately than he did.

“Hmm, then I’ll plant something like this at least as a species.”

Then Crimson Garden stepped on the bandaged man’s head.

After a while, I saw a black star engraved through the bandages.

“Go.”

Then, when Crimson Garden gave the order, the bandages immediately turned around and trudged away.

“So what are you going to do?”

Crimson Garden, who had sent the bandaged man, trudged toward Krashu.

“Simple. I’ll have to find the night crow that hid in the finals.”

For that, I need to do something to get the night crow out.

And it happened just fine.

“I need to use this face with Cream.”

Let’s make a bet on who is the real crow.

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Sizzly was having a good day today.

She said that the reason she is happy lately is because of one person.

A child from Staron who knows her true identity.

Crad.

Every time he got annoyed at her own outbursts, Sizzley tried to kill himself with laughter.

Yeah, it was a natural story.

Until now, the people around her had only reacted with embarrassment to her sudden behavior like a tomboy.

She is the princess of the empire.

The only person who could comment on her prank was her attendant, Sera.

Contrary to her, even if she hides her identity and pranks her, she knows that it is because she hid her identity to the last.

So Crad was an interesting topic for Sizzly.

He definitely knows who he is.

She has never been treated as a princess on such a subject.

She found it very interesting.

A feeling like how could such a Goyan exist?

The distinctive features that are often seen through the closed eyes make him not look like a 14-year-old boy.

Indeed, Sisley judged that he was hiding his true age.

And that part was fun too.

Isn’t something like an old man exactly like himself?

Siceley went so far as to judge that he was faking his appearance.

It was strange that she did makeup without even realizing it, but her overwhelming power of observation allowed her to see through it.

The name must be a pseudonym.

But it didn’t matter.

Because she noticed that he wasn’t interested in anything other than the ball.

“Do you like the boy that much?”

Sarah asked a question to Sizli, who was looking out of her window.

Hearing that question, Sisley smiled timidly.

“Are you asking me if I am interested in the opposite s*x?”

“Even the 4th princess can be attracted to men her age.”

Sicely touched her chin.

“If you look at it biologically, it is natural that men and women are attracted. It is also true that hormones are produced the most at this time of year, even for the sake of breeding. In particular, I, who have a weak body, may have to be rather desperate to leave even a little offspring.”

“Don’t be roundabout.”

“I am not particularly interested in that. I would have reacted the same way if he had been of the same s*x.”

Sicely declared.

“I am Sizli Efania. The 4th Princess of the Empire. Even if I feel that way, these are things I shouldn’t hold onto.”

Sisley said that and smiled slowly.

“That is the position of the 4th princess.”

Seeing Sizzle like that, Sera had a pity for her.

For her, her princess was nothing but fetters.

What do you do with great hair?

Her gods gave her her weak body and her position as the 4th princess.

There was no way for her to lead a life other than being a tomboy forever.

No, she didn’t know maybe she had a way.

It’s just that the moment you choose that method, Sisley will have to use that head to hurt everyone around you.

I hate that. She stayed here and she always lived like a tomboy.

“Oh, you’re here.”

At that moment, Sisley found Krache walking outside.

“Didn’t you say that in the preliminaries, you made it very hard? Let’s go pour some compliments.”

Sizzly went down to the first floor with an excited expression.

Seeing her like that, Sera just naturally hid her appearance.

Sisley ran down the stairs and stood in front of the door.

The plan was to bully Krashu as soon as he entered.

The moment the door opened.

Sicely’s mouth stopped abruptly.

She read fragments of different emotions in Krashu’s face as she looked at her.

“What is it?”

Maybe that’s why the original tone came out of nowhere.

“Why are you suddenly looking at me with that expression?”

Sicely asked a question.

Yeah, it was a natural story.

It was because the feeling of sympathy settled in Krashu’s eyes, who had been irritated since morning.

That emotion was often seen in Sera, but not something he was likely to have.

To be honest, I felt bad.

I wondered how he knew anything about himself, but he did, because he was not in a position to receive sympathy from him.

“Just.”

Krashu said that and walked inside.

“I just want to say that you live a very strange life too.”

And the words that followed made Sizzle follow him with his eyes.

“What happened?”

“You protect your body. Just remember that.”

Looking at him who had gone inside without leaving any meaningless words behind, Sizli stood at a distance.

“Sarah.”

“Yes.”

Then, following her call, Sera showed up right away.

Sizeley’s eyes were colder than ever.

Often seen when she was demonstrating her duties as the princess, Sera immediately assumed her prostrate position.

“You are the one who delivers information from the imperial family.”

As she said that, she turned to Sarah.

“Are you really trustworthy?”

No matter how smart she is, Shizley can only get information by listening with her own two ears.

She is not free in the imperial family.

So Sera bowed her head when she asked her question, as she had been trying to figure out the circumstances of her imperial family by the story she heard from Sera.

“Let me check again.”

“Please.”

Sisley said that, and she looked at the room Krashu entered again.

Surely, where did that boy ask for the information?

Could he even see what he couldn’t see himself?

I don’t know, but this martial arts tournament.

A pretty big disturbance might happen.

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The day after the preliminaries for a martial arts competition and the finals approach.

On that day, strange rumors were circulating recently.

It was none other than the news that a rook, treated as a mystery, had participated in the boy’s section of this martial arts competition.

Everyone who heard the news showed interest.

The night crow has always been an interesting topic that people talk about at least once.

Because people are a group of people who are kept secret, and they enjoy exaggerating stories.

For that reason, the spectators who came to see the finals were very curious about the rumors of the night crow that was hidden in a veil.

I wonder if the rumors are true.

That’s how the finals went.

In a situation where people gathered in the juvenile division, the finals did not live up to people’s expectations.

No matter how much she flew and crawled, she was only 15 years old.

The reality is that the level of children is much lower than that of adults.

Even though I made it to the finals, there were many loopholes and frequent mistakes.

It may have been fun for some, but for most it was less fun than the flashy grown-up segments.

That’s when people started to think that night crows were just rumors.

“Round of 32 participant Crad!”

A boy walked out.

The first thing I noticed was the crow on my shoulder.

The moment people saw that crow, people naturally thought of night crows in common.

Because the symbol of a night crow was a crow.

In addition, the boy’s appearance also reminded me of a strange atmosphere.

The all-black outfit made him feel like someone from the back side of the empire.

Especially, the closed narrow eyes made it impossible to lose sight of the inside, raising even more suspicion.

“Is it true?”

“It looks real.”

“Look at the troubled face. It is unconditional.”

For an instant, a thought coincided in the heads of the onlookers.

It’s that child.

That child is the night crow!

“Garda, a participant in the round of 32!”

When you draw everyone’s attention.

The opponent walked out.

Looking like he had a very well-trained body, he was glaring at Krashu while holding a greatsword.

“Crow, are you that famous night crow?”

Hearing Garda’s question, Krashu only shrugged his shoulders.

The appearance of neither denying nor affirming.

That meaningful attitude made me doubt his true identity even more.