How to Live as the Enemy Prince

I woke up with the aroma of the car, ate breakfast after perfect preparation, and spent a busy week entering classes.

Meanwhile, Plants and I are three times closer together.

After almost killing Freya as if she had made a mistake in her sword class again, it became somewhat quiet.

What really surprised me was Plants' swordsmanship.

Of course, it is said that Kalian's strength was poor, but Plants was also able to stop the attack quite well.

'Maybe the name of the Knight Family wasn't all that bad.'

After all, Plants continued to make fun of Kalian every time he saw her, but the number of times he opened his mouth was significantly reduced. Calian was satisfied with that.

Jan approached me to tell me the schedule of the day so I could sit in front of the mirror and watch the maids brush their hair.

"· · · · · · Finally, the Queen and her Birthday Birthday and Dinner."

"Ah."

Birdie Lennon Brissen.

He was Queen Silique's brother and the next-door son of Earl Brissen. Born of a historic knight family, but incompetent, he quickly withdrew his hand from the sword and led the Brisen Merchant Guild, the largest merchant merchant guild in Cairys.

'It's not even timber to run the merchant guild, so I told the merchant manager I had to relinquish all my power. But ability is also the ability to have money like that.'

"Are you attending only Birch Brissen without any other nobles?"

"Yes, I was supposed to prepare for the celebration on the last day of the King's Birthday Festival, but something came up and I had to do it elsewhere. Since I came to the royal palace to apologize for that, I think I'm going to see the princes."

"If that were the case, I'd just go to Plants."

Yan's face slightly stiffened as she mentioned the name of the plant herself. Khalian says again shortly, as it must be difficult to find words to answer from Yann's perspective.

"Anyway, okay."

Then Jan opened his mouth again.

It seemed like there was something else besides the schedule today.

"And I have something to tell you."

Khalian nods slightly and Jan hesitates for a moment.

"I have to open the prince's safe for a while. Shall I do it again?"

The safe? Did I have one of those? '

I thought he was a worthless prince, but he had money.

Calian quickly searches the memory. And I realized that the silver-colored furniture in the corner of the bedroom was the vault.

"Why the safe?"

"It · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Jan frowns.

There's only one reason for that. It's about Freya. Jan opens his mouth carefully.

"The manager of Whitlin territory has sent you an advance."

"Her mother's name was Freya Whitlin. So this is Freya's territory. '

Perhaps Remain, who put Freya on the palace, had deserted her lands. It seems that it was not passed on to another nobleman after her death, but inherited by the Kalian. Callian has identified an unexpected income.

"We'll do it later. I wonder how many are there."

"Yes, I understand. And,"

After preparing to go to breakfast for the nuance of another message, Calian nods again.

"As you know, when the prince reaches the age of 15, you can bring in two more acolytes."

I didn't know.

"Since you are 15 years old after Prince of the Year's birthday, the Home Office official has asked you how you can save two acolytes. Even if it's not your birthday, you can bring it back two or three months early. And if you didn't have someone in mind, the officer said you could assign them yourself."

Yan's words continue as he arranges what to answer for him.

"Why don't you two wear escorts like Prince Charming?"

It reminds me of the servants who used to stick together behind Randall and Plants. Since there was no sword, Calian looks back at them, who thought they were just acolytes.

"You were escort. Somehow I liked the big guys."

Cairys did not post a personal escort knight to the princes, not the Cesar. The interesting thing is that thrombuses about life and death were more common among princes than among princes.

Because of this, the princes personally hired escort knights, which was also illegal in Cairys. So it was customary to accompany an escort as a servant. Of course, those who use memorization were employed primarily to keep their swords out of sight.

This part was known to Kalian as well.

I just didn't know that I could have three servants by the age of 15.

'Then, did the original Khalian have an escort?'

Jan said this first, and if he had the money to hire a chaperone, he was likely to hire one.

'Magic was used and escorted, and nevertheless was assassinated. So you were a skilled assassin who could defeat wizards in at least three circles.'

Calian, who was thinking about this, wiped out the area of his heart without my knowledge.

"No, if it was a suicide, the surroundings would be clean. If he were a wizard, he would have left a trail of attacks or defenses. Therefore, it is highly likely that the old Khalian was also dealt with without magic like I was. '

After all, Khalian died two or three months before his birthday, and an escort can be rescued two or three months before his birthday. There is a strange fit.

'Either the escort failed or didn't stop the assassin. Or the escort was an assassin.'

I came up with several possibilities.

Whatever the answer was, it had nothing to do with Calian.

"I don't think we should hire him. Some people have it in mind."

Jan looks unbelievable. I'm sure you're familiar with Calian's relationship. But Kalian didn't explain it any more.

Of course, Calian was the one who thought he would bring her before. But there was one problem.

"It's not accurate, but it's probably ordinary. Are you going to be okay?"

Jan was also a nobleman. So, Khalian asked me if Jan, the noble, could work as an equal.

Jan became a face that asked why.

I always felt that Jan was the type to reveal everything on her face.

"What's important now is that you have someone to escort you, not as an escort. Even if you run out and get her, your identity will be important to you."

"Yes."

Khalian nods, smiling and listening to Yan.

"If Prince McDreamy is okay with it. It's not like only nobles can serve the Prince's acolytes. And if you want to be a knight, you can start by putting yourself in the shoes of the acolyte and take your chances."

"You're welcome to do that."

No matter how royal the Kalian may be, he was not able to give up his title at all. You can't reveal your identity without a special ball. In this case, it was universal to take him as a servant.

"Tell the Internal Affairs officer I'll take care of it, since I can't bring him in right away."

I had to find out where it was, not where to bring it right now. We're not even sure if we're here in the capital of Cairys.

"Very well. I'll let him know."

"Then it's over?"

"No, there's one more thing."

Kalian's head shifts up and down again.

Yan swallows a dry saliva and opens his mouth, perhaps most important.

"Exercise, Prince. Do you have to continue your fitness training a week ago?"

"Hard to train. It's like three or four wheels around a man-made lake in front of the palace."

"You're just overwhelmed by that now. I'm just saying, you look exhausted."

Since I had not exercised too much, Yan's worry was not only because I felt more empowered and lost weight than before.

"I'm going to keep going. If we keep it steady, we'll be fine."

Yan lets out a low sigh as if he knew such an answer would come back.

"I talked to the chef and made him pay special attention to his diet. You'll have no choice but to skip lunch and dinner."

"Okay, thank you."

Jan smiles slightly, familiar with Calian's words of gratitude. Then, he reached out his hand and politely pointed to the door that went out. It was a gesture to go to breakfast.

Ugh. I don't want to go.

* * *

After 14 years of eating in silence and still unfamiliar with each other, Calian came out slightly lighter after being amazed at the enormous amount of revenue in the region.

I was going to exercise before class started this morning.

I've been exercising like this for the past week. Of course, he wasn't alone, and Jan was mostly with him.

However, sometimes when Jan left for a meeting between servants, a maid named Merlin followed her. She was the same girl who brought in a Calian mirror and brought in a hairdresser. Surprisingly, Merlin runs three or four laps around the lake without even breathing.

Merlin is still following in Calian's footsteps.

Callian quickly jumps into position, recalling that it was Merlin who ordered the 'lot of frills'.

No matter how far forward you run, you look back, and there is a Merlin running the same distance. Kalian blushes.

Scary!

It may not be true later, but Merlin was the second daughter of the captain of the Knights of the Capital Guard. I haven't learned swords, but I've been running around Mount Tarun every day in the outskirts of Cairosis with the Master since I was a kid. So that's about it.

After three and a half laps, fully exhausted Khalian settles down. I was sweating and my lips were burning. Merlin's eyebrows frown slightly at the sight of it. Of course, it was not because I didn't want to see him sweating.

When Callian first started exercising, he ran four and a half laps, and on the third day, he ran four laps. And now it's three and a half. There seemed to be a problem.

"My prince."

"Huh?"

The common servants and maids were unable to speak directly to the prince and had to go through a senior servant or a senior maid. That's why Merlin was also supposed to pass along a message to Khalian. However, Kalian's maids have often spoken to Kalian once in their previous dressing process. Callian, of course, liked that it didn't make her feel bad or a problem, and more people to talk to.

"Why don't you call a healer?"

"Healer."

A priest from the Tensile that Jan was trying to summon when Kalian injured his hand. Callian, of course, knew why he wanted us to call him a healer. It's because of the decline in stamina.

But there was a reason we couldn't find a healer.

'The circle will be revealed right away.'

There was one thing that I thought was the only good thing that Kalian had done out of all the stupidity and stupidity he'd ever done. He hid himself as a wizard. It was a secret that Yan didn't even know.

I thought I could tell Jan, but I didn't have enough time to trust anyone, so I understood.

If it was known that Kalian could use magic, Bern would have been dead before he entered Kalian's body. I would have tried to get rid of him before he was too strong to handle it lightly.

For the same reason, Kalian had to hide the circle for now. I had to do it even more because I couldn't operate Mana.

Kalian gives you a slightly slower response, after clearing his mind.

"No, it's okay."

Merlin looks unsteady, but doesn't say anything else.

Kalian rises from his seat.

Then I ran one more lap and went back to my room.