How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Kalian scratches his cheek.

"This is too obvious."

The one next to Kalian was a fairly large stack of gift boxes.

It was a consolation gift for Kalian's loss at the ball yesterday because Remain appeared with her at the ball rather than punishing Plants. Of course, that was the reason.

He jokingly said that the fork he had in his hand indicated gifts or bribes.

"Are you already doing the rope walk?"

It was immediately rumored that Plants had said something insulting to Freya. It was because there were servants, maids, and knights together, and they had mouths.

However, Le Maine forgave Plants for joining the ballroom with Plants.

The problem was that just after that, Le Maine summoned Melpire to hit the ball.

'Today's performance was very impressive. Therefore, I will award the Pollun Merchant Guild with horses and horse for entering the Royal Palace and the Knights of Cairysis.'

The original knights prepare their own horses and weapons.

But that was not the case with the royal palace and the Knights of the Capital Cairosis. All of this was provided by the royal court for the upward leveling of the power.

Thus, it was difficult to account for the proportion of horses in the power of Cairosis, including the Royal Knights, the Knights of Cairosis, the Foreign Guards, and the Capital Guards. Of course, the value of the transaction was enormous.

Remain handed it over to the Pollun Merchants Guild.

Silica and Lennon Brissen had no reaction, even though such enormous gains had been taken away.

It was that it had become a story in advance.

Only Melpire Pollun was surprised enough to stop his heart.

'You made a deal with Prince Plants.'

They were not nobles who couldn't understand this much. It was clear that whatever Plants was doing, he was taking this kind of damage in Brissen.

'Calian's power has become wary of Silica.'

A few nobles noticed and took a slight step away from Plants. Of course, considering that Plants would not have been forgiven, it would have been remarkably few, but it could not have been entirely absent.

They sent me a gift to comfort Calian.

"What shall we do, Prince?"

"Send them back, except for two. Just write down who sent the gifts back."

Calian, who did not attend the ball for the same reason as he did not attend the breakfast today, replied by enjoying a relaxing breakfast for the first time since he began his life as Prince Cairis.

Those whose names are now written will never again be chosen by Kalian. Those who changed their minds in just three days were not needed by Callian.

And I said, "Okay, so what do we put?"

"The Wizard's Association, Melpire Pollun."

Calian replied straightaway, even though he didn't know who sent the gift yet. Jan nodded, looking at the list, raising his eyes wide as he expected to send gifts from both places.

The Wizard's Association, and Melpire Pollun. They were all there.

Jan looks curious as to how he knew, but not all of Khalian's words are finished.

"Just take what's in the association and see what's in Baron Pollun's."

"Yes, Prince."

There was only one reason to receive a gift from the Wizard's Association. It was to spread the word that Alan Manasil had teamed up with the Wizard's Association.

Soon the classification of gift boxes began. Two boxes were left on the table, minus what to send back. Yan, who picked up a large, low-height box, opened the lid.

"Here's a gift from Baron Pollun."

Calian's movements as he slashes his ham with an elegant hand halt momentarily. Why would I want to? Yan's eyes widen like a flashlight and Calian bursts into a big smile.

Calian laughs for a long time, calming his voice with a sip of water.

"I'm not asking you to do it. What did you say to the Merchants Guild yesterday?"

"That's... Prince says he loves Raven very much."

Kalian smiles again.

It was a necklace with a very long chain. It was a long necklace that was too long for a person to fit into the necklace of a horse, precisely.

Yesterday, Yan asked me to treat him carefully, because he was particularly fond of Jan and worried that the people at the concert might touch Raven's plant. It looked like Melpire had heard about it.

"A horse necklace. I never imagined that Raven would receive a necklace without me."

Ruby pendant hangs in the middle of a thin chain of platinum that will go well with Raven's black fur. Calian shakes his head as he snarls his remaining smile.

"I can't say no. It looks so good on Raven."

Callian slashes his ham again.

"Take the price and send it to the Pollun Merchant Guild. Tell her I'll buy it because I like it."

"You're not just answering?"

"Yes. I'm not taking it, I'm living it."

Of course, Melpire wouldn't have sent me a horse necklace for my life. What he wanted to save his life for, he must have been trying to impress Calian.

'I can only end with jewelry.'

Kalian knew that if he received the gift, it would be a real gift worth Melpire's life.

'That's why you sent Raven's necklace. A gift for me means there's something else.'

But what Kalian wanted was not that kind of wealth.

That's why I couldn't just accept that gift.

"For the time being, the only gifts I get are from the Wizard's Association. Let me know if you come from the Pollun Merchant Guild. Do not accept gifts from the rest of the nobles, but return them yourself."

I was sorry to Jan, but I couldn't tell her what happened with Melpher. It was because there was no way to explain how he knew and warned them. Fortunately, Jan answered without any further questions.

"Yes, Prince. I will."

Calian looks at the necklace and smiles again. It was too funny to see.

* * *

Alan, sitting at his desk, rubs his temples. Soon after someone came to him, he opened his eyes slightly and opened his mouth.

"Give it to me."

A woman black under her eyes drops a new document in front of Alan. Uriah, who has a slight arm, said.

"This is yesterday's information. It's gone, Manasil. They robbed me."

Urea Seiren.

He was the eldest son of Earl Seiren and a capable wizard who had mastered five circles, the family of many wizards who had been dispatched by the Cairys Wizard Association.

Usually Uriah trusted the Ancient Sispanians and Alan Manasil more than Serenti gave him. For Euria, Alan Manasil was just as absolute. It was like being a real wizard.

Therefore, it is not necessary to see how impressed Euria was when she saw the wizard with the red foot who opened the association's door on the morning of the King's Birthday festival.

This was the first thing Alan said to Uriah.

- Do the wizards here think it's okay for a cub with a knife to wear a crown?

No way.

Uriah replied without a word of concern.

- What can I do?

And then, two days of hell opened up. It was a rough couple of days when the zealous-like belief in Alan Manasil almost died.

If the information you were looking for on Cairosis weren't related to Silica's conspiracy, the faceless wizards would never have gone out of the building again to retrieve new information.

"That's a lot of information."

"I know. I also think wizards are very good at finding information."

"Yes, it's an unexpected gift. So I thought seriously about building an information guild."

With a nod, Alan pulls out the thick things.

"Four are suspected of being poisoned or assassinated in the royal palace since Silica arrived, and six wizards are similarly suspected of poisoning. Thirteen nobles presumed to have been poisoned or assassinated. That's impressive. That's all Remain was."

It was all circumstantial evidence.

But all of these deaths were related to the late Silike or Brissen.

The only evidence gathered was the Wizard's testimony that Lennon had taken Takrimosa, which was hidden in Lennon's house, and the evidence that Krimosa had been imported in bulk to make it happen.

'What if I had collected evidence of the deaths that I had previously questioned?'

I felt sad. At this point, I can only say 'yes'. But he didn't say anything about it, knowing that without a central point, Alan wouldn't have worked even if he had proof.

"Well done. Now go get some rest."

"Yes, Manasil, rest."

Uriah greets the world with a face that looks like it's going to work right away, and then goes out. Alan, who was twenty years younger than Urea, chewed his tongue out.

"That's how strong the young man is."

Alan soon holds the documents that Uriah brought in.

Except for the cover, it was only one short report.

[One mystery hidden in the blasphemy case of Freya Plants!]

Alan laughs deeply at the title of the wizard report.

In fact, all the titles of all the papers he had seen so far were like this. Reports are supposed to be interesting and fun first.

Really, wizards.

"I see you've put a secret magic spell on the title."

Unlike the title, it looks important. Once you have seen the contents, the paper will automatically burn up, so you see a warning to read it carefully.

So only the author and Allen knew about it, and even Euria would have brought what was written on it without knowing.

"Yes. Let's see how important it is."

With a light heart, Alan mutters over the cover.

- You've been invited to a horse race with the King for a chance! I found Pollun's Theatre with a trembling heart, but I learned that this is something. I've been assigned the most advanced seat on the eighth floor. Thanks to you, I can't see the stadium or hear the host's voice. However, I did not submit to reality, but cast the 'Eagle Eye' and 'Magic Ear.'

Magic that enlarges distances and tells stories from distances.

"Even at a low level to see a match, you're wasting Mana on two magic tricks that require activation at the same time."

The other day, Alan shakes his head and disappears, giving Yan a lightning bolt for fun.

- At last, the royal family enters and Prince Kalian is the subject of the hot talk. Prince Kalian greeted Melpire Pollun and said:

'I feel uneasy over my head. Take a look. "

And after a while, I saw even more amazing scenes!

Alan's face gradually changed as he was reading with a face he didn't expect much.

The report concluded by questioning whether Kalian had prevented the planned incident and whether the perpetrator was perhaps the Bricen Merchant Guild.

Either the author knew the importance of his findings or he would not reveal what he saw, so Allan also added to his request for secrecy. Calian was involved, so he was worried that his position would be compromised if the facts were known.

Wizards were playful, not foolish.

Soon, the letters in Allen's hands began to glow, and the Hangul letters disappeared into flames. The fire spread to the paper, but it did not generate heat. Therefore, Alan did not let the report completely disappear from his hands.

"Hmm."

I remember the story I told you when I first met Kalian.

- When I heard the conversation with the guards, I was riding around on horseback.

Of course, it wasn't a lie. But Alan knew that Calian had moved on right after he heard the name "Alan Manasil." Alan's knowledge of the neighborhood's movements was wider than Calian's.

"Neither do I, nor does the accident · · · · · · · Our Prince. How did you know?"

Alan rubs his temples again and mutters.