How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Cairosis was broad.

It was the size of the palace in the first place, so the capital was too small. Finding Kiri in that vast land was as difficult as finding a needle buried in a sandfield. Fortunately, I knew what Kiri was doing at this time, but it was difficult to find its location.

And one more thing.

I couldn't think of a better place to sell Calian's supplies.

So that's what I thought was crazy. Retrieving Cairis' information and goods from the Seychian tenants.

These were not just information merchants.

They were real swordsmen who had been sent to spy on other countries for a long time. It was that dangerous.

Moreover, Kalian appeared noticeable to anyone he met as soon as he passed by. It was going to be so big that they couldn't even look at it with their red eyes. That's why he said it was crazy.

"I'll show you where the gathering is."

"White Repair," said the one guarding the Sezards' Node. After confirming that you are not the enemy, you do not see any more enemies or lives.

'But not when I'm still dead.'

Thought about it, Calian doesn't let his guard down. I followed him to the back of the store, trying to get out of the range of the white repairs.

The tenants didn't know each other's identities.

They did not tell us when or who to send. It was a precaution to keep other loggers from getting roped in when espionage was detected. Moreover, the tenants did not expose their faces to each other. It was the same reason.

Moreover, it was during this period that Cecretina was cultivated without any distinction between age and gender. So there was nothing strange about having a seizure the same age as Calian.

Khalian believed in this situation and made White Repair recognize himself as a new young launderer from Cecretia.

"Just a moment."

All sorts of junk piled up where Callian stood.

Empty cages, feeding bins, multi-shaped torches, cleaning tools, and more. White repairs move around, avoiding the grass. Then he grabs the stick that was slanted, like a piece of junk, and pushes it to the other side.

- Bloop!

You hear the sound of a chain coil, and the entire room standing there begins to spin slowly.

Then there was a small rumble and a rattling friction, which immediately led to the warehouse of a house where Kalian stood. When the White Repair opens the Storage Door, a narrow yard emerges. Soon the two of them entered the house across the courtyard.

Following the white repairs, Calian made his way up to the second floor through the living room of the house, and once again reached a large library. There was a large table in the middle with bookshelves and shelves all around.

"Have a seat."

A white repairman follows the water into the cup and hands it to Calian. Kalian, who had suffered a tremendous amount of damage from his recent drinking, did not drink after taking the water down.

A ballstent comes from the mouth of the white repairman who saw it.

"Yes. I gave you the car myself. But isn't that what no one's drinking? I don't want to waste expensive tea leaves, so I'm just giving them water now. I still don't eat, so I don't think I should give you anything anymore."

Perhaps it was inconvenient to ignore the intention of not only Calian to refuse the beverage. Kalian smiles slightly.

"So don't eat anything."

"Hashtag. You're right. You look like a newcomer. I'll see you often. Just know your name. I'm a white repair."

Khalian already knows his name, but nods and opens his mouth without a scratch. Before I came here, I announced a nickname that no one in Secritia has ever used before.

"Red Gorny."

When I first met Remain, I felt like a swan. It's different from Calian's appearance, so there's no nickname for him like this.

"Yes. Nice to meet you. What kind of food are you looking for?"

What Kalian was doing here today was selling basic intelligence and equipment to tenants. That was Moi.

Callian glances at the bookshelf and shelf once.

"One piece of information, one piece of stuff."

The palm of the White Repair unfolds.

"Info 5Florin, Stuff 3Florin. It's prepaid."

It was strange to say the price like this without asking what information, what items. The operation here was solely autonomous for white repairs and was not known to secritia alone, so Kalian did not know about it. White Repair notices Kalian's thoughts and adds an explanation.

"It's a regular price."

If you ask me for a Gold Ingot, I wonder if I can live in 3 Florins. Of course, I didn't put it out of my mouth to make a fool of myself.

Kalian took 8 Doubloons from his arms and gave them to the White Repair. It was more expensive than I thought, but there was nothing I could do. A paid white repairman tugs on his chair and says,

"Yes, tell me."

Followed by Calian's explanation, White Repair got up without a word and wandered around the room frenzied. Immediately, he took a map and a small piece of paper and sat down again in front of Calian.

First, Minh White repairs the small to Khalian's side.

"One thing, for starters."

After that, I put out a map.

"And information."

It was a detailed map of Cairosis, with a dot on one of them. Callian questioned.

"Is this place nothing but Cairosis?"

The White Repair nods.

He replied with a fist stretched out into the air.

"That's as big as the facility you described."

It was said that the chances of Kyrie being anywhere other than Cairosis were significantly lower. On the way to the concert, I felt confident that Kiri was right.

"Good for you."

A map with dots, by the way, is 5 florins. When I took two things and put them in my arms, White Repair gave me another piece of paper. There was some subtractive writing. White Repair smiles and says, "I don't want to see white teeth."

"Instructions for use."

I guess it's nothing.

Callian dodges the paper. And instead of going back to the store through the warehouse, I just came out through the front door of the house.

I looked around and it seemed to be the back of a new shop. Instead of walking to the dealership, Calian opened his mouth in a low voice.

"Raven."

Soon after you hear the sound of polygons and white bands moving around in the dark, Raven walks out. Calian quickly climbs up Raven's back and away from her. A few moments later, Khalian steps into a moderately bright and remote cafe and opens the map and instructions.

'Take care. It's a rough place.'

I remembered the words of the White Repair. Callian mutters, disappearing.

"Of course it's more dangerous than you."

To get to the place on the map, I had to go back the way I came. After reading the manual carefully, Calian, who memorized it, burned the map and instructions on the candle that was lit at the entrance to the café.

* * *

I was deeply distressed by Kalian's eyes.

I didn't get lost by burning the map. The map was accurate and there was only one place open nearby. It was because of the name of the shop at the entrance of the two-story building that made me think of all sorts of things in Calian's head.

- It's the stench of the Sispanian.

Why not?

"Ha · · · · · · · · · · ·."

It was the same bar I was disgusted with on the way to the new store. Calian's mind, looking down at the entrance of the bar again, was extremely complicated.

"No, who names a store like that? The Sispanians are of course royalty, and the royal family doesn't question their blasphemy?"

The memory of the old Khalian flashes through my mind like an answer.

'After the death of Hatsuara, the Sispanian was not acting as a queen, so it was hard to see as an intact royal family.'

Kalian looks like he has a lot to say, leaving Raven's beep with the starter and going into the bar.

The inside of the bar was not much different from that of Cecretia. I smelled the queer smell of an old oak barrel and the bitter, sour hops.

"Are you with someone?"

Someone who looks like a cashier soon approaches Calian and asks. It was a bit stiff, maybe because a guest in a hood was in the middle of the night.

"You're alone."

It didn't matter at the new retailer, but it did matter here. It was because I could feel the shopkeeper tilting his head because his voice was too young.

Callian took out a silver coin instead of explaining it to the cashier. The clerk who understood the meaning of the word immediately resolved the doubts.

"I'll show you a vacancy."

Then Calian shakes his head and says as written in the operating manual.

"I'm going up to the fourth floor."

It was a two-story building that was too obvious for anyone to see. However, instead of saying that there is no fourth floor in the building, the clerk replied:

"Yes. Follow me."

Calian is nervous again and follows behind the clerk. Since most of the guests were drunk too late, Calian was able to move without much attention.

A thick wooden door emerges around the corner, about five or six tables away. The cashier pulls the key out of his arms, opens the door, and gestures to Callian.

"You can go this way."

Kalian nods and steps into the room. Then the clerk turned on the lights in the room and closed the door outside without further explanation. After a while, I heard the footsteps of the clerk get distant.

Kalian looks around without a word.

Four or five people had a quiet gathering area to drink, with square tables and decorative cabinets. Other than that, it was a string for calling the clerk by ringing the bell of the counter, a frame with unknown meaning, and a sticky hanger to hang clothes on.

So it seemed like a special room that was designed to tell important stories, but nothing particularly strange was noticeable. Not to Callian, of course.

'Butterfly figure, number three.'

The manual was also kind enough to let me know about the situation. Therefore, Kalian walks to the wall across the street without panic. You are looking at a butterfly shaped tin clothing that is made to hang a coat.

Callian twists on the third of the six hangers. Then the hanger slowly began to circle back. By the time it was laid down nearly 90 degrees.

- Click.

The clothing rack stops with the sound of something catching. After taking her hands off the hanger, Calian grips the ornament on the corner of the room and pushes it aside.

Even without considerable effort, the unlocked decorative ledge slides sideways and reveals a staircase leading down somewhere.

Once he takes a deep breath, Calian pulls out his knife at any time and prepares to move his feet down the stairs.

It wasn't that hard to get down, because the light was shining down the stairs just under your feet. After a while, Calian pauses.

"Third floor."

It said '3' at the entrance to somewhere.

"Must be a card gambling den."

The entrance was covered with a dark cloth, but I could see some men's inscriptions sitting around it, one by one, with a round table in the middle. Kalian continued down the stairs without showing any reaction to the landscape on the third floor.

As I went down the stairs, about twice as many times as I came to the third floor, I began to hear the shouts of people.

Soon after, I saw the entrance marked '4' and finished the stairs.

"Here you are."

The shout is loud enough to make your ears flutter.

Calian inhales and exhales again. Then I went inside without hesitation.

The place where Kalian now entered was the arena gambling den.

It was also the place where Kyrie, the prosecutor, who gave up his sword.