How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Late that afternoon.

Kalian opens the door to match the magic symbols on the vault tablet.

The old Khalian had never touched it, so he couldn't remember it, and he barely opened it a few times by manipulating it as he had seen Jan open it the other day.

A vault about the size of a Khalian was filled with several documents and a substantial amount of money, as you may have seen before. Calian, who looked at it for a moment, picked up a handful of gold and silver fairy tales, except a check, and put them in his pocket.

"Sorry. I'm just going to take it out a little bit."

Jan was already outside asking where it was just a little while ago, so no other answer came back from Kalian.

Alan, who was waiting for Khalian with Jan in front of Chermill Palace, holds a black robe in his hand.

And next to him was Raven, standing with one leg slightly bent, looking like this is what a classy horse pose looks like.

"Raven."

Calling out in joy, Raven blushes, raising her head. Yan, who handed over Raven's high notes, asked in an uneasy voice.

"Prince, are you sure you're okay without me?"

He also forgot that going together is the greatest wizard in the world. Khalian nods, asking you not to worry.

Alan's eyes slightly narrowed as he sighed and climbed on his horse with a lighter stroke than before. Thoughtful, Alan soon hides his thoughts and turns to Jan.

"Don't worry about nothing. The king has given his permission, and I will be by your side."

"Okay, don't worry. I'll be back till dawn tomorrow."

That's when Callian said it was a surprise, and Raven took off on her own.

Jan exclaims with a deafening face that looks like snow will pop out.

"Tomorrow! You said you'd be here before midnight!"

Of course, Kalian was already that far away.

Alan, who tapped Yan's shoulders, rushes out with Calian.

After successfully escorting Jan and escorting her to the palace, Kalian quickly overturns the robe handed to him by Allen. A deep hood covers your head and eyes.

"I used to cover my face for other reasons. I feel strange, Master."

It was a bunch of reminded faces.

He would, too, because it was the first time he had been free since entering Calian's body.

"Is that good?"

"Yes, I've been waiting for this."

I barely turned back what I could have said, "It's been a while since I've been out." The old Kalian was his first time out.

Alan nods, smiling and not answering.

Callian, who was messing with Raven's mane, asks.

"Did you really give your permission?"

"I'm sure Remain has seen Prince Dreamy leave by now."

A tranquil word for "I don't know."

I told him I didn't tell Le Maine.

"I knew you would."

But I didn't worry. Alan will take care of it.

At that time, Remain simply nodded his head after being told that Calian had left the palace again. I thought Alan would take care of it.

"Goodbye, Master."

So Alan, who is responsible for getting out of here, raises his eyebrows at Kalian's remarks.

"You're leaving me behind?"

"Yes."

Kalian nods without hesitation.

Callian came out of the palace to buy the supplies needed to solve Silica's monopoly. And while I was out, Kiri tried to find me. It was all about going back to Bern, not Kalian, so it was difficult to accompany Alan.

It was Calian who played for this time. I took the car and threw it away as if it was a mistake to avoid a single car. I had to have at least enough stamina to run away even if one situation were to happen while traveling alone. It was a way I couldn't use it twice, but I was going to drink the right tea tomorrow anyway, so it didn't matter.

"I'll be back before sunrise."

Alan nods, thinking about something for a while. I was surprised by the gentle permission.

"There is a Wizard's Association on Teenaxia Street. I'm sure they're swarming there. Come and see me."

The map of Cairysis has already been conveyed to Cecretia through the Sezards. Bern knew the Cairysis structure better than the old Khalian. Therefore, Kalian nods confidently.

"Yes, Master. Thank you."

Alan no longer asks what Callian will do, and he doesn't tell her. As soon as they passed through the square, they broke up.

* * *

The first destination was Vanessa Street, east of the Señor River.

- Polygon, polygon.

Since he could not ride in the capital, Calian moved Raven as fast as he could.

Hearing a cheerful hoof, Calian nods and smiles as Raven moves.

Finding Vanessa wasn't that hard.

Even though it was sunset, all I had to do was go to the place where the hammering sound kept ringing. The vibrating smell of iron on the street made me feel strange.

"I can't believe I smelled so good."

Vanessa was the street of blacksmiths. There were over twenty shops lined up in the middle with small roads.

Since the Se-critian loggers didn't report on the weapon of the shop, Calian stepped down from Raven's back and slowly scoured through the shops.

"I don't think I like this place."

After looking around the shops for a while, I found a store that caught Calian's attention. Unlike other places, there were only weapons on display without shields or armor, but the quality of the goods was considerable.

Callian stopped in front of the shop called "The Lawton Forge," and the boy in the store ran out and greeted him.

"Welcome! Are you here for the sword?" "

Khalian nods and hands Raven's scepter over. Then he asked her to give him a coin.

"I'm in trouble if I pet you. Take him quietly and keep him on a leash."

The child swallowed the saliva as if scared. It's cute, so Callian strokes his head with one more coin.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine if you don't touch him."

After sending the child like that, I went into the store and looked around inside, and a middle-aged man appeared to be the owner of the shop. The thick muscled arms were sweaty and shiny, whether they were also made by themselves.

"What type are you looking for?"

"Is there a good sword for a child before and after 17? The length may be the same as that of an adult, but I hope it weighs less. I haven't held a sword in a long time."

You look at Calian with a slightly odd look on your face. I was looking for the sword of a child much younger than myself, but it was because the voice of the person who took it out was so young that I had never been near 17.

However, the man nodded, knowing that deep questioning in these places is the right attitude to shorten command.

"Yes, one moment please. I'll show you soon."

"I see."

After the man enters the store, Calian moves his feet and starts looking at the weapons. Then my eyes fell into a thin, thin knife the length of which was one of them. There was no guard in mind if you hid it in your clothes and a leather belt on your forearm was attached to the sheath.

Callian reaches out and picks it up.

It was only a knife, but I could feel it in my hands. When I draw my sword, a sharp day of silence shines. You smile satisfactorily at Callian's face.

"This should be enough for me."

What you just asked the owner was not Kalian's.

It was to make the Kiri I encountered on my way to the riding theater to practice with the sword.

In fact, even if Kalian used the sword himself, nothing made of ordinary iron could be used. I won't be able to withstand the error for long.

'Well, now my body can't stand it either.'

Suddenly, I remembered the crying of the broken sword on the day Bern died.

Now, of course, it will remain intact, but Kalian will never see it again. It was a sword that had been handed down to the royal family of Cecritia for generations.

When I think of the sword, I think of the wizard who broke it and brought Bern to his death. A dark smile was drawn on Calian's face, picturing him covering his face with a white mask.

I'm in agony. Just meet me sometime. It was a smile with meaning like this.

"Here you go."

The shop owner's voice, who was looking for something recently, calls Kalian to reality.

The owner took out three longswords.

It belonged to the lighter side, but Calian could not lift it even with one hand.

'What a mess.'

Calian grips his sword with both hands, making fun of himself. Then he swung around and began to look carefully at the places and places of the sword. It was Kiri's first sword, so I couldn't quite decide.

'The center of gravity was well caught. Flexible, sharp. It looks like a normal shop, but you're not very good at it.'

The question of the owner seeing such a appearance only grew.

It was because it was unusual for a young boy to look at the sword with a hood.

The attitude of confirming the important points was more rigorous than the senior driver. But you can't lift the sword properly.

"I'll take that. With this knife."

I couldn't figure out what it was, so I was confused, and Calian picked out a sword. Even if the owner chose it, it would have chosen the same thing.

Soon, Kalian asked, taking out 8 Silver Coins and paying for the Longsword and Knife.

"Are all the weapons here homemade?"

"Yes, it is."

Immediately, three gold coins were placed on the counter. The owner's eyes widen as it was nearly four times what he had just paid.

"I need a stronger longsword, and a dagger without guards. Weight should be the same as usual."

"Would you use this sword when you are more skilled at it?"

Khalian nods and adds to the requirement.

"That's right. He's very tall, heavy on the sword, but he's not slow. I want it to be a good sword that I care about, but can you make it for me?"

The owner who remembered the description of the user answered happily.

"Of course. But do you have a name for it?"

"No, there's no such thing."

"Very well. How long do you have?" "

"That's what I have to ask. No matter how long it takes, you have to make it right."

The owner pondered for a moment and said.

"Then I'll get as good a material as possible and make you a sword you'll like. Will you stop by again in a month or so?"

"I'll do that. If I don't have enough money, then I'll pay more."

"Yes, I understand."

The owner greets you with this greeting, handing over the knife to Calian, takes the Longsword and goes out to carry it to Raven's saddle.

Immediately, Calian, who saw the white masonry in Raven's eyes, took the sword by the hand.

"No, don't do that. I'll do it."

Thanks to his kind words to the owner, Kalian whines and straps his sword to his saddle.

Then the leather belt connected to the knife house was fastened on the inside of the sleeve and mounted on Raven's back.

Now I had to go to a store that sold something a little special.