How to Live as the Enemy Prince

The maids' hands are busy moving.

The thick curtains opened and Asrai's bright dawn sky lit up the bedroom. Immediately, the prince's servant came and stood beside the sleeping bed, a boy with a still-faced face.

Do not touch the royal family when waking them up.

Don't make a sound.

Therefore, the servant said in a cautious voice.

"Prince, it's time to get up."

It was a boy who sat up as if he was playing at the sound of the door always opening. But I didn't think much of what was going to happen today.

Are you tired?

In this thought, the servant received a small bell from the servant standing behind. Immediately, a faint bell rang to announce the early morning commemoration.

- Daughter. Daughter.

Then the boy's eyes opened thinly.

The boy blinks for a moment and wakes up. The servant, surprised by the sudden movement, leans back slightly to greet.

"You had a good dream, Prince. You have to get up now."

Then I handed the morning tea to the boy. It is because the boy has always been washed after waking his mind with the strong scent of tea.

When did I drink tea? '

Boy. No, Bern, thinking about this, unconsciously grabs the cup of tea and reaches out. Then I saw that my hands looked very strange.

Full of scars and calluses, white hands and long, thin fingers that were nowhere to go. Bern turns his head and looks at his left arm without even realizing it.

Not even a little scar on your skinny forearm.

No, that's not the problem. The first thing I saw was my left arm.

"My arm was cut off."

Bern mutters in haste. It was because a voice that was too intricate to belong to him leaked out.

"What a horrible thing to say. Did you have a nightmare?"

Nightmares.

The destruction of Cecretia, what could be worse than that?

There was no time to speak back to the servant.

Why the severed arm is stuck back together is later. What we need to confirm now is the death of his brother and king, Chase.

"Where is he?"

Bern, the servant with the urgent expression, replied with a slightly strange expression.

"You're both still in your rooms."

"· · · · · · · two?"

This time, Bern looks like a servant. His brother was the only one, Chase.

"Prince Randall must have already got his clothes on. So is Prince Plants."

Randall, and Plants.

A name that is unfamiliar but too familiar.

Especially if one of them is not the one who hates to be buried in the bone.

'Cairis.'

The King of Cairys, Plants.

Bern's eyes narrow as he hears the name "cold," even if killed immediately.

The acolyte who saw Bern opened his mouth again.

"Prince, you better get ready."

He probably still hasn't woken up. Here, the servant calls the maid holding the washing water behind her. Bern, who was watching, mutters as if to himself.

"· · · · · · · · yarn."

"Yes, Prince."

When his name is mentioned, the acolyte turns to answer.

A reborn arm and a new servant.

And Cairys.

Bern says no more. I started thinking with my mouth shut.

I've never seen that servant before today.

I swear on Serenti's name, I've never seen her before. But I knew the name.

Is that it?

Bern even 'knew' the names of the maids who were with him.

Without even realizing Bern was confused by this nonsense, the servant lowers the washing water in a flowing motion.

'It's a nightmare.'

Bern remembers the words of a servant called Jan, and takes his hand to the basin. The only explanation for the situation so far was that I had a funny dream.

Bern takes his face to the shining silver basin.

No matter how horrific the reality, I can't believe I'm running away into this crazy fantasy. It wasn't like that.

But when Bern saw the reflection of the water, he had to stop once again.

Red eyes on the water. It was not Bern's.

Bern lowers his voice.

"Mirror."

"You mean the mirror?"

Bern doesn't answer.

Yan quickly apologized for making a mistake that I didn't know because of his unusual appearance.

"Sorry, I'll get it right away."

Then he put his hands behind his back and gestured to the servants. It meant to bring a mirror.

There was no mirror in the prince's room.

One of the maids who was standing behind Yan hurriedly ran outside and brought a mirror.

Jan who took it shines on Bern's face, and Bern can't help but face himself in the mirror with a thank-you note.

"· · · · · ·."

There was a young black-haired boy in the mirror.

Through the long forehead, two ruby eyes stare at Bern.

Bern raises his head.

A crest engraved on the bottom of the steward's robe. It was definitely Cairys'. It was only after I saw it that the servant was calling himself the prince, not the king.

My lips feel like they're burning.

"Prince Kalian."

Jan looks at the mirror without a word and calls to Bern.

'No, I am King Bern.'

Bern recalls his name as if he didn't want to lose himself. Then, as if someone was whispering back to him, a memory came to mind.

"No, my name is,

And a long name that I didn't remember came out of my mouth without me knowing it.

"Khalian Lane Cairis."

Khalian, the Third Prince of Cairys.

It's not Bern, it's my name.

Bern frowns. He then frowned and asked Yan.

"What did you say my name was?"

Jan smiles slightly, wondering if Bern thinks he's joking.

"Prince Kalian. By the way, I am Jan, your acolyte, who needs to take you to breakfast right now."

Then, as if waiting for Yan's answer, unfamiliar memories poured into my head.

Royal Palace of Cairis, courtesy, weather, schedule, horseback riding, flower garden, magic, queen, king. And two brothers.

Jan is right. Don't be late for breakfast.

His memory was chanting. Get up now. Don't be late for the other two princes.

He quietly asked, now that his name is Khalian.

"What's today's date?"

"April 28th. It's a beautiful day, Prince."

Callian takes a moment to look around. Everywhere I look, I don't feel like I'm at war with Cecretia. That's why Callian asked again.

"How many years."

"522 years."

Kalian's eyes widen.

If it is 522 years of Cairis, it is 525 years of Cecritia. It wasn't the day he closed his eyes.

'Ten years ago.'

Ten years ago, and three princes of Cairys.

Memories of the other two princes that keep coming back as if they were preparing to leave quickly.

Yan, who can't wait, stretches out his arm as Calian remains motionless. I was going to pick up my sleeve.

- Percussion!

Then Kalian's hand strikes Yan's arm in a reflexive fashion. The arm in the thin palm of your hand rises red. Calian's arm, which had not been used this way, also hurt awfully.

Jan said with a tear.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I made a mistake."

Jan quickly replies, surprised to not notice that Kalian's tone had changed.

"No, Prince. You have to get up sooner than that. If you don't, I will!"

Kalian shakes his head without listening to Yan's words.

He said not to be later than his' brothers, 'so he decided to move first because of the memory that resonated in his head. For now, I thought I needed to get rid of that acolyte Jan.

Soon, Calian finished washing his face, avoiding the water. Callian, who woke up and hit both cheeks, said.

"I'll be ready."

- You don't sound right. I didn't say that.

As I said, the memory came back to me again. Because of this, Kalian recalled his memory as if he were taking a breath.

"No, I'll be ready. I'm sorry."

"Keep apologizing even if you didn't do it today. First of all, I'm going to get you some clothes."

Yan says so, moving his hands toward the other two maids. Immediately, the maids with their hands full of branches came and dressed Kalian. Afterwards, another maid approached and began to brush her hair.

I could see his black head covering his eyes.

Originally, he liked to tie long blue hair together, so the black hair covered his eyes was stuffy. When I didn't like my hair, I remembered why.

- Because Mr. Plants doesn't like it.

His two older brothers, the princes.

Plants, among them, disliked this red eye pathologically. That's why Kalian covered his eyes with his hair like this.

I can't believe you're blindfolded because you're scared.

Kalian clenches his tongue without my knowledge.

'I've heard enough, but this is a stupid life.'

Then I remembered someone who I didn't even know existed.

'Plants hated these eyes.'

Enemies in the enemy. Crazy King Plants.

He was the king of Cairis. No, it was ten years ago, so now it's Prince Charming.

He was the one who led the attack on Cecretia.

'Plants · · · · · · · · ·. I'm terrified that you're breathing.'

I couldn't get this hateful horse out of my mouth.

This is the royal palace of Cairis.

You still seem to be wandering around in your dreams, but you are now Khalian, the Third Prince of Cairis.

Because of this, Kalian repeated the same words in his mind dozens of times.

'If you see him, don't kill him now. I must endure it.'

Unless it's a dream.

If it's crazy, but it's really back in the past.

Calian's throat should not have fallen out of his hands as he makes swift movements.

There were maids who didn't know that Kalian was thinking that way, trimming their clothes and arranging them for the last time. It is a thorough way to make sure that the person going to eat breakfast is ready.

I wondered how much I suffered from dressing like this.

Soon everything was ready.

Calian takes a small breath in front of the door and steps out. Then he went down an unfamiliar central staircase to the restaurant on the far right.

No matter how old I was on my way, I couldn't remember. Did he live without even counting his age? After all, Khalian decided to use Jan's help.

"Jan."

"Yes, Prince."

"How old am I?"

As Jan, it was a strange question. Yan answered the thought of asking really strange questions from morning.

"You're 14. You still have four months left to become an adult."

"Yes, you were."

Somehow he seemed young.

Calian nods, thinking like this.

Yan gives a worried voice to Callian.

"Prince, did you see any novels about knights last night?"

He said it because his speech was different from his usual one.

The original Khalian was afraid to mount a horse.

But there was a riding lesson tomorrow. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to follow the class, so I saw a novel about it and thought I was imitating it, and asked.

Callian shakes his head and replies.

"No, I care. No, I care."

Callian immediately entered the restaurant.

There were only servants inside. There were no princely figures. Calian's gaze reaches Jan for a moment.

'As if you were leaving right away, you were in such a commotion.'

It was probably a lie to keep Calian busy so he wasn't late for breakfast.

A round, large dining table sits by a large window. With King Remain's recommendation, there were three princes having breakfast every day. It was also the worst place for the old Khalian.

One of the cafeteria's servants seems to be pulling out a chair on one side. Callian sits down, knowing that it is his seat. Then I looked out the window at the unfamiliar landscape.

'What a magnificent scale, as I've heard.'

With one of the four largest countries on the Continent of Cysteria, the Royal Palace of Cairis was also famous for its enormous size. Unlike the royal palace of Cecretia, which consists of one large building and two stars.

The royal family lived in six tens of thousands of buildings named "Palaces." Other useful buildings, gardens, and man-made lakes were all within the palace of Cairis.

The Chermill Palace, where the princes now live, was not so great in the royal palace. Nevertheless, the man-made lake in front of the palace and the garden behind it were quite spacious.

The sunlight flashes through the window.

Seeing that, he paused for 10 minutes, waiting for the first prince Randall to arrive, and about 30 minutes later, the second prince Plants arrived.

Kalian's eyes opened as she walked silently and saw the crooked plants.

'What the hell is that?'

What the hell is that?

Kalian's glabella frowns heavily as she sees an unimaginable look.