The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 672 Pursuit! (1)

"Are you ready?" Nolan inquired.

Seira nodded faintly. "I'm ready. Let's head out."

Nolan climbed onto his horse and reached out with his right hand.

She grasped it, and effortlessly, he hoisted her up. Nolan knew she was set only once her arms encircled his waist and her cheek nestled against his back.

"Don't let go."

With those words spoken, he moved to seize the reins, but abruptly, a streak of light blazed across the heavens.

It hurtled directly at them, slamming into both Nolan and Seira.

Seira flinched and scanned about in panic.

"What's going on? Is that an assault from foes?"

Nolan's face turned grim. He fixed his gaze on his right palm, where an eye-like mark had suddenly formed.

"We've been targeted," he whispered.

"Targeted?" Seira's eyes sharpened. "Is it the royal palace?"

No one else possessed such power.

"Indeed. The royal palace. They likely enlisted a Celestial Mage to trace us. If my guess holds, their forces will reach us shortly," Nolan replied coolly.

In reality, he had foreseen this development. Hunting them blindly would squander precious time.

Even so, curiosity gnawed at him about which Celestial Mage they had summoned.

From his knowledge, the palace lacked anyone of that caliber except Flugar.

Yet that elder was already slain by his hand.

Had they called upon an outsider then?

"So... what's our next move?"

Trembling sounded in Seira's voice from behind.

Nolan grinned and softly tapped her hands clasped at his waist.

"Relax. It's just a small hurdle. Their position is still distant—perhaps a hundred kilometers off. We have ample time to flee," he assured her calmly.

Honestly, Nolan could have evaded the tracking spell with ease, viewing it as mere novice sorcery.

But avoiding it would spoil the excitement. Greater turmoil was essential for Karakh's scheme to succeed flawlessly.

Moreover, he was confident that Elina and the eastern troops had reached the area.

Luring the palace forces into their path would spark a massive conflict.

Thus, the Ancient Kingdom of Eron would plunge into utter turmoil and despair.

Seira caught the assurance in Nolan's tone, and calm finally washed over her heart.

When Nolan declared all was well, it surely was.

"I trust you," she whispered.

Nolan's smile widened in approval, then he commanded, "Grip tight, Sister! Prepare for an exhilarating dash!"

"HIKKS!"

The horse neighed piercingly as it reared high. Instantly, it thundered along Miravelda's central avenue.

Folks lounging by the road jumped in shock at its explosive velocity.

They gawked after it, swapping bewildered glances, hardly believing their eyes.

"Did you catch that? Wasn't that a horse?"

"Yep, a horse! But what speed was that? Horses can't possibly sprint like that!"

Turmoil erupted among the crowd. Regrettably, the rider's identity would forever elude them.

...

"Tsk. They've noticed the pursuit already. Quite the sharp prince and princess."

Soaring overhead, Thousand Faces concealed his sly grin poorly.

This turn was peculiar. His marking spell bound the target inescapably, removable only by the caster.

Victims typically remained oblivious, never responding so swiftly.

Nolan and Seira stood apart, detecting it at once and bolting without pause.

Erkan scowled, spurring his mount harder, and demanded, "What's their distance now?"

Thousand Faces peered ahead and answered steadily, "One hundred and five kilometers. They're widening the lead."

Erkan paled. His elite horses were the realm's swiftest.

Ordinary steeds couldn't rival their pace.

Logically, the distance to Nolan and Seira ought to dwindle fast.

Instead, it grew.

'Impossible! Are they on battle steeds? Did they seize them during escape?'

Doubts swirled in his thoughts, yielding no clarity.

Grimly eyeing Thousand Faces, he questioned, "Can you boost our horses' speed?"

At this rate, the gap would only expand.

Their chase—with Thousand Faces' aid—would prove futile otherwise.

Thousand Faces didn't dismiss the plea immediately.

After brief thought, he nodded faintly.

"Fine. I'll assist. Remember your earlier vow."

Erkan affirmed with a resolute nod. "Rest assured. I won't forget."

Thousand Faces soared higher through the skies, hoisted the magic staff in his grasp, and bellowed, "Galefoot's Blessing!"

Whoosh!

In mid-air, a magic circle spanning five meters wide materialized. Soldiers felt their bodies lighten immediately, as the mounts under them charged ahead with renewed speed.

This unexpected shift astonished everyone, Erkan included.

"Excellent," he murmured with a sly grin. "At this pace, we'll surely catch up to them... hehehe..."

...

"Is Brother Nolan's and Sister Seira's location still far?" Elina asked, spurring her horse to greater speed.

"Still far. The terrain they're crossing is extremely dangerous, and it seems they're being slowed down," Malverna replied indifferently.

Elina's brow furrowed. By her reckoning, they should have reached them before nightfall.

But clearly, she had misjudged.

'I hope they're okay. If something happens, I don't know how I'll face Mother later,' she thought to herself, her heart growing heavy.

Her mother had once warned that Nolan was reckless and entrusted her to safeguard him.

Yet now, her brother was in peril, and she remained far from his side.

This realization filled her with anxiety and distress.

Malverna, concealed in Elina's shadow, rolled her eyes.

Nolan's decision to undertake such a tiresome task puzzled her.

With his might, crushing the Ancient Kingdom of Eron should be effortless.

Forget merely slaying Aldrian Lyren—he could annihilate the entire royal family and vanish without consequence.

Thus, Elina's worry appeared entirely needless.

But what choice did she have?

Malverna couldn't just reveal that Nolan was merely acting, could she?

She sighed softly and muttered, 'Nolan Lorian… you're such a jerk for making your sister worry like this.'

...

"Achoo!"

Nolan sneezed out of nowhere.

Seira behind him looked concerned. "Are you okay?"

Nolan nodded faintly and rubbed his nose.

"Don't worry. I'm fine. It just feels like someone's talking bad about me. Maybe I'm imagining things," he said helplessly.

If anyone was doing that, it was probably Gulvar.