How to Live as the Enemy Prince

When the banquet was well underway, the servant hurriedly ran to Siegfried Coffin and whispered to the Grand Chamberlain. The Grand Chamberlain hurriedly approaches Le Maine's back, fixing her face.

"Your Grace."

Remain gazes back.

The Grand Chamberlain, who covered his mouth with his hands, spoke in the smallest voice since many listeners were around.

"Prince Kalian left the palace a moment ago."

Remain's head tilts a little more toward the Grand Chamberlain, but he doesn't say anything else. The Grand Chamberlain continued.

"But it was guaranteed by Duke Siegfried."

Considering the relationship between Duke Siegfried and Calian, nothing comes to mind. Remain silent for a moment.

"I understand."

Not only that, Remain turns his head again without further instruction. The Grand Chamberlain bowed his head and retreated, knowing that it meant not to take any further action.

'Siegfried.'

Le Maine's eyes narrow.

* * *

Meanwhile, that time.

The mouth of Duke Slayman in the garden twists. Eventually, a loud voice came out of his mouth.

"Puhahaha! Mwahaha! Puhahaha!"

As I tried to resist the laughter, the fire broke out. Slay wipes away the tears that have been pouring out of him for a long time. Then my mouth opened again. Laughter poured out again instead of words.

Siegfried's men could never stop laughing or crying once they burst.

"Phew. Big, big!"

"You're not laughing right now!"

Finally, the man standing in front of him lifts his hands and closes Slayman's mouth. It was Jan who spoke in a whispering voice, worrying that someone would listen.

"Don't you think I feel good about my son trusting me?"

After a long time, Slay stops laughing and tells Jan that his head is still untied.

Jan looks like she's about to burst into flames. Then Slayman gives you a look of concern.

Perhaps if Calian had seen this, he would have immediately realized that the two of them were wealthy without having to listen to any explanation. Because they both show up on their faces.

"Your boy ran away and asked me not to let the guards chase him. You sold him a Siegfried and the guards didn't go after him." Isn't that enough? "

My son was in an accident, and Slay was the only one who liked Jan. Then he said, "Don't worry."

"I don't know if I knew, but I did very well. It was a good solution."

"We have to work on that now. Aren't you going to ask me how McDreamy and his father knew?"

"Were you in such a hurry to do something without even thinking about it?"

Slayman smiles.

It was not because of a funny laugh, but because he saw his son who had not yet grown up.

"Don't worry. I don't ask."

"Yes?"

"Lemaine has too many ideas to ask. So I can't ask. No more discipline, and we'll move on as if nothing ever happened. Do you understand?"

Yan narrows his eyes and asks.

"As Siegfried?"

Slay strokes Yan's head as if it were the right answer.

"I'm glad you don't look like me in one head. You're better than me when you were your age!"

"I wonder what they look like."

Slayman did not know that his son still thinks that 'our prince also learned horseback riding.' Because of what Jan said,

'Yes, yes.'

I laughed joyfully as if I remembered something while mumbling.

"No. But you're good with one violin. It certainly resembles me!"

You can't use the black, but you can play the violin, Siegfried. That was Jan.

So when I saw Slay just arriving at the palace a moment ago, Jan was disgusted with seeing his father smile as he sold his son.

"I'm still a little overpriced for the name you sold me hot."

Jan looks hot.

I put that weight down and came to the palace. I couldn't have known.

"If Remain asks your boy what he has to do with me, he'll have an answer to come back after that, and there's nothing he can do about it."

If you answer that you had no relationship but received accidental help, you will be wary of Siegfried's good intentions.

The same is true if you say you had a relationship and received help.

If you listen to the answer and punish the prince, you ignore Siegfried, who guaranteed him, and if you do not believe the answer and punish him, you acknowledge Siegfried's friendship with the prince.

At that time, you'll think of Lord Brissen as an unwelcome sight. It was a matter of no choice.

"Remain probably decided not to do anything the moment he heard I vouched for him. So the boy should behave boldly as if he were going out earlier today. That's why I said I did good."

Only Slay makes a horse with a trusty face.

"So sell it from time to time. I can handle that much. Isn't he the one who told you to do that?"

Jan looks at Slayman with an impressive look on his face.

Slay, who felt proud of his eyes, straightened his lower back and said with a broad shoulders.

"I'm not as mean as you think I am!"

Of course it is.

I'm the idiot who thought I was cool for a second.

Jan chirps his tongue. Only Slay, who pretends not to hear it, walks to a bench in the garden. After that, Jan opens his mouth.

"The palace people really don't know who I am, do they? You and all the other royalty."

"I know it's an idea, too. Otherwise, the internal affairs officer would have reported it earlier. Don't worry, I've got my hands on it."

"I don't think so. If anyone had known, Silica wouldn't have left me with Prince Charming."

Slayman grins gracefully and strokes Yan's head again.

"With my son so deaf, no one should doubt him."

Jan frowns and glances at Slay.

But Slayman does not remove his hand. Seeing the same blonde curly hair as Slayman, I couldn't stop thinking about Poodle Yan, who was waiting at home.

"But · · · · · · · ·."

Yan, who opened his mouth like that, immediately stopped speaking.

In fact, I've been trying to ask you about the symptoms of Kalian lately, but it reminds me of what Kalian said about magic. I thought there would be nothing good about what Slay wouldn't know anyway.

But I couldn't put the words out, so I asked him something else instead.

"How's Leah?"

"I'm fine. I had a hard time letting you come with me this time."

Demirea, Jan's sister, and Duke Siegfried's soju. He was also a clever boy who handled the sword well.

Slayman clenches his fist on his knee.

Then, he turned to look at Yan's hand and his palm, which were tucked in by the calluses, and asked.

"So you are. Is this place worth living?"

"How does he look to you?"

"Looks like an old poop."

Even if you say it.

That's why my mother is taking me home.

Jan shakes his head. Slayman shakes his head volatily and opens his mouth for a moment.

"But if you'd rather live with the young master's voice than have a child here, come down anytime. Leah took it from me now that I don't want to do that."

Jan considers his brother for a moment and opens his mouth to Calian.

"You're the same age as Leah."

"That's right."

"When I first came to the palace with my father, he looked like a thin branch. Leaves like sparkly leaves after Leah just sprung up."

You hear the sound of water running through the garden in a twisty, artificial stream.

"I thought I was sad, but I was surprised that I could think of anyone that way. So I felt bad for a moment, and then I protected him. Now I just want to watch. And now that it's done that, it's worth living."

"Okay, then."

Slay looks at Jann's face and smiles with an old poop face.

Suddenly, I remembered Calian and Yan talking with a comfortable face. It reminds me of Calian's first steps forward.

"That kid. I think there will be lots of fun things to watch."

Jan opens his eyes wide. Slay adds to his face, "What do you mean?"

"There is such a thing. Don't know. Anyway, I'm going down tomorrow, so I don't want to see you for a while."

"I don't see it. I'll see it in three months."

"Are you sure you want to quit?"

Jan shakes his head and simply replies.

"You'll soon be 15."

"Oh, right. Already did. Yeah, I'll be waiting."

Jan gets up from his seat after tying his head back together again.

I finished speaking with my father, Slayman, and I was hoping to wait for Callian near the front gate.

"I'll see you then. Siegfried ball."

Jan's return to Calian's acolyte shows a respectful example.

Slayman gestures and whistles as if to go quickly. Jan walks away smiling.

* * *

I was sober.

The banquet was still a day long in the royal palace, but the events in the square were already over. People were either returning home or gathering at a nearby bar to enjoy entertainment that had not yet been left. All day long, in the crowded square, only a magic lamp shining a fountain was shining brightly.

- Dagdac, Dagdac.

The sound of horses' hooves echoes, not in the quiet square. The beginning of the sound was the words of two pillars from the palace, which initially seemed to go down along the royal archipelago. Then, I changed my direction and crossed Hartsara Square.

It was the words of Alan Manasil and Kalian.

It was natural for Callian to go after Alan, and he knew someone was following him. But I didn't intend to stop talking, so I was just staring quietly ahead.

However, even though the horse and distance behind him are close, the other person does not call himself Moore. I'm curious about the behavior of the other person who keeps following me around without saying anything.

Alan glances back and frowns.

Who is it?

What I saw was a white cloak. The guards don't wear fancy capes like that.

Then Alan stops, slowly slowing down his horse, realizing that the person behind him wasn't just a knight. The hoof of the horse that followed me also calms down.

The light in the fountain illuminates the surrounding area, as it suddenly reaches the center of the square.

Alan turns his head back, and then he can see the look on the other person's face. As expected, it was never a member of the guard.

They are nobles or royalty, by the way.

Immediately, the opponent steps down from the horse and slowly walks toward Allen, standing in the light.

Black hair, and red eyes.

Alan also saw the royal family in the square this morning. The third prince of that face, who was just shown in the crystal tablet standing right here, is now standing in front of Alan.

'I wonder what happened to that odd prince.'

Allen's eyes sparked deep curiosity.