Trying To Survive as the Main Antagonist by: BK1235

Chapter Five:

"That's right, but it's none of your concern. I don't even know you, and you don't know me," Mikail said with an emotionless expression.
Aslan looked surprised.
"His expression, there's no emotion in his eyes. He looks empty," Aslan thought.
"Then, should we get on with the meeting then? Mikail, you and something you wanted to say, correct," Noril said.
"It's possible for negotiation with the Kostef empire. Perhaps they are looking for something to gain when opening the road back up to trade. They are probably also suffering due to the amount of money dwindling from their empire. The Marianel Empire uses many supplies from the Kostef empire, supplies that are bought with a lot of gold; considering that they would not want a financial crisis to occur, we should probably decide to detour from declaring war on the Kostef empire," Mikail said.
"Hmmm, if you don't mind me asking,  what would be the bargaining chip between our empires," Reynold asked while seeing Mikail as a child in the world of adults. 
"Well, isn't there a land that the Kostef Empire's been interested in?"
"Ah, the O'reil's tomb," Noril said.
"What is the O'reil's tomb," Aslan asked.
"It's a place full of magic, it's said that one of the Greatest magicians in history went to this cavern and passed away there. Their mana spread through the cavern, creating massive amounts of magic ore. Only the Marianel Empire has the rights to that cavern," Julian said with a smile as he looked at Mikail.
"Mikail, did you think that up by yourself? Negotiations, aren't a bad idea, although I'm curious how old are you?"
"Five years old," Mikail said as she stared at him blankly.
"You're five years old. But you're so tiny. You look like a baby," Aslan shouted.
"Hey, I do not look like a baby. In fact, I think I am normal size for my age, so shut up already," Mikail shouted.

"Cute," Aslan thought.  
Noril was surprised. Mikail's eyes widened as he covered his mouth.
"Mikail shouted back at him, hmmm. Perhaps having Aslan around can bring out Mikail's inner child," Noril thought.
"Ah, there goes my temper. Damn, this little brat is the second prince of the empire and the main character of this story," Mikail thought as he was fuming. 
Noril patted Mikail on his head.
"So we should present the plan of negotiations instead of war, Mikail," Noril asked.
"Yes, because we don't have enough resources to keep up in a long war against another empire. They might align with other countries outside our continent to fight against the Marianel Empire. The Marianel Empire is currently the strongest, but throw a bit of greed into the mix, and we'll have a war to take down our empire. We'll suffer a great loss instead of using our heads to solve it peacefully," Mikail said while he regained his composure.
"That's all I needed to hear. Mikail, you're coming with me back to the palace to present your plan to the emperor," Aslan shouted.
Aslan was then hit over the head by Julian.
"Calm down. I didn't bring you to act immaturely. Also, Mikail, I would like to bring you to our father, the emperor, to discuss that plan with him. He might not like the idea but he will find it beneficial in the end. After all, if it saves the land from experiencing the dread of war, the financial crisis will be deeply influenced if we negotiate rather than start a war," Julian said.
"Dad, you should present it; I don't think he'll take me seriously; he'll probably say I'm cute or something and send me away," Mikail said as he held his arms up.
"That's true, it's hard to take someone seriously when you're thinking about their age," Renold said.
"Then, Duke Gruz, you come with him," Julian said with a smile.
"Wait, why should we go through with the plan? We're going to give them O'reil's tomb. The O'reil's tomb is what makes up most of the empire's finances," Zeld shouted.
"Are you going against the idea my son came up with," Noril asked while having a chilling aura around him.
"No, sir, it's just."
"Well, I understand your concerns, sir. Although, if we only give them fifty percent of the O'reil's tomb magical crystal and stones, then we wouldn't fully hand over the empire's income," Mikail said.
"Hmmm, that sounds like a plan to me," Rulvik said with a smile.
"Agreed, it seems like Mikail should present it to the emperor," Sonia said as she pulled a fan and closed it.
"Baroness Sonia agreed with the plan as well; that's quite a tough nut to crack," Renold thought.
"It is decided; tomorrow, me and I will head to the castle and discuss this plan in front of the emperor. I will send out a letter to inform them of our visit tomorrow. With this, the meeting is adjourned," Noril said before standing up while holding Mikail.
"Wait, Duke Gruz. I want to play with Mikail," Aslan shouted.
"Aslan, do not shout," Julian said.
"Mikail, what would you like to do," Noril asked.
"I don't mind as long as he doesn't call me tiny again or a baby," Mikail said blankly.
Aslan smiled.
"Mikail, where's your room? Let's play with some toys," Aslan shouted.
Julian smacked him in the head.
"Before that, I wish to discuss with you, Duke Gruz," Julian said.
"Renold, can you take Mikail and the young prince back to Mikail's room," Noril asked.
"Yes, sir."
Noril handed Mikail over to Renold, and everyone left the room. Mikail sighed.
"Sir Renold, can you please put me down," Mikail asked.
"Heh, I would like to, but I fear the consequences. Duke Gruz wants you to gain weight, so he's been carrying everywhere."
"Huh, so he's been treating me like a baby mainly because he wants me to gain weight. I mean, that does make sense. I am a bit malnourished and pretty small. I couldn't hurt a fly with my physical strength," Mikail thought.
"Eh, that makes sense; you need to gain weight. You look like the wind can blow you away," Aslan said.
"Prince Aslan," Renold said.
Mikail suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Hey, Renold," Mikail said.
"What's wrong?"
"People are watching us and tailing us," Mikail said.
Renold looked serious. Aslan sighed.
"You guys again, come out, you damn assassins," Aslan shouted.
Suddenly, about five men dressed in black, with the mask covering their faces, appeared. They had swords in their hands, ready to fight. Aslan suddenly had a magic aura around him.
"That's right, both Aslan and Julian were prodigies. Julian was poisoned at the ball by a servant in disguise. That's the reason he died," he thought.
Aslan charged at the assassins and easily took them out. Some guards came over to them.
"Prince Mikail, Viscount Renold, and Prince Aslan, are you all alright," one of the guards shouted.
"How come Mikail noticed before the guards here," Aslan shouted.
"We apologize, Prince Aslan," They shouted as they kneeled.
"If it were Mikail being attacked, what would have happened if no one was around? Mikail would be hurt. Now that I have met Mikail, if anything happens to him, I'll personally torture every guard in this estate. Spread the word," Aslan shouted.
"Yes, Your Highness," they shouted before running off.
Aslan turned to Mikail.
"Mikail."
"What," Mikail asked.
"Was I cool," Aslan asked with a smile.
"I guess."
"So cute," Aslan thought.
Renold took them back to Mikail's room. They went inside.
"This room is so small compared to mine," Aslan said.
"What do you mean by small? This room is the size of a large apartment. It's bigger than the penthouse I lived in when I was a CEO," Mikail thought as he held in his anger.
"At least you have a good amount of toys," Aslan said with a smile.
Renold placed Mikail down.
"Mikail is so light," Renold thought.
"Mikail, Mikail, let's play," Aslan said.
Mikail only looked up at Aslan.
"Play, I'd rather read," Mikail said.
Aslan looked mad.
"Come on, Mikail. You're five years old. Kids usually don't like reading. I've had to read since I had my first memory; it was so boring. I was alone, only in my brother's shadow. Everyone compared me to him, so I studied as much as possible. But now I realize I practically ruined my chance at playing around in preschool, and now I'm in primary. I realized I was acting like an adult. So now, I want to be as childish as possible before I grow old. So play with me, please, Mikail," Aslan asked while pouting.
"I understand how he feels. After my parents died, I was taken in by a rich family who had a son younger than me. No matter how much I did in my power to prove I was more mature and intelligent. Nothing impressed them, they were too focused on their real child. They hated me, didn't want anything to do with me, and soon, I was outcast from the household and put into the jaws of a business that I made my own, only to die to a fucking truck," Mikail thought.
Mikail sighed.
"Fine, let's play."
"Mikail," Aslan said as he hugged him.
Mikail sighed.
"Prince Aslan, please let go," Mikail asked.
"Mikail, just call me Aslan," He said.
"Fine, Aslan, just let go already."
Aslan let him go.
"You're so cute," Aslan shouted.
"Just because I might be cute doesn't mean you can hug me whenever you want," Mikail shouted.
"Prince Aslan, Prince Mikail, please calm down," Renold shouted.