How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Past the forests of Latria lies the medium-sized city of Latran. On that scale, it was a small town, but it turned out to be a wealthy place that owned a nearby copper mine. For some reason, it was clear from a distance that large and clean buildings were available.

After looking at the city view with some admiration, Khalian, who felt like looking at the streets of Astricia, Jan opened his mouth to fear that Khalian might favor the lord.

"Earl Hale Latran. Does that ring a bell?"

"Oh, that."

The name and title made me feel familiar.

Calian raises his eyebrows slightly and remembers. One of them sent a gift box to the youngest prince who was hurt by Plants' words by mistake.

"Bats."

Yan grins as he hears Khalian's brief assessment.

"I used to be with Prince Randall, but when there was a war between warriors in the Great Desert and Tensyl six years ago, he was headed straight for Prince Plants."

Even though there were four kingdoms on the continent, Cairis did not have the sea because the north and west were blocked by an endless desert.

There is no proper form of country in a rugged place called the Great Desert. Those who lived there believed in their ethnic faith, not in Serenti. Bilmyro once tried to expand his territory from Tensile to the Northern Desert, where the power of the mystical source was slowly falling. He thought it was worth a try because there was no proper army.

However, when the war broke out, the troops gathered in an instant were more powerful than I thought. After doing something unnecessary, the Tensile leans ahead of her relationship with Randall and asks Cairis for help. Of course, Silica objected, so Tensyl had to back off after only considerable damage.

"But the bat knows when to fall off."

Should he or she take it positively that he or she tried to take a step up against him? Calian laughs for a moment.

While we were talking, I came close to the city entrance.

You can see Hale standing there, delighted to see him waiting for the prince's company.

Soon, Calian speeds up Raven a little, making it to the front of the group. As you get closer, Hale comes forward to greet you.

"I'm here to see Prince Kalian. Hale Latran."

"Nice to meet you."

Callian's answer was always the same. Hale's mouth reopens as we speak, hoping to get inside. The words that followed were long and long.

"It is an immeasurable honor for this Hale to have such a day at your service. When I heard how much I waited for the Prince's arrival, I fell asleep yesterday."

Callian turns his head for a moment and pretends to look around. It was hard to hide my disgusting face from strange words.

This is the shortest route from Cairosis to Siegfried.

So Hale must have said the same thing to Plants last year.

Soon, Calian turns his head back and laughs. I didn't get a good answer because the horse I gave after I stopped tired was the sound I made on my mouth.

"It would have been better if you'd cleaned out the front yard and waited."

Then I turned my head and looked at the man who attacked me for a moment. Hale asks, "I don't know if I've ever seen a patient covered in blood before."

"Are you with me? I'll get the medical examiner ready."

Callian shakes his head.

"He doesn't need to be cured."

Hale lets out another gasp.

It's because Kalian's words are a kind of slang used by nobles to avoid harsh words, and they refer to the death penalty.

It was not that Cairys did not treat criminals, but the death penalty was the exception. There's no reason to treat me because I'm going to die anyway.

The man points the sword at Callian. Khalian was a prince.

As a result, the man became someone who did not need to be healed.

"I'm sorry, Prince."

Hale tightens his head, not realizing that the man attacked Calian. Since you said the front yard, something must have happened within Latran territory. Hale was also in a situation where he couldn't be held accountable, so it would feel like the sky was going down.

As I was about to answer, a drop of water fell from heaven and wet the back of Calian's hand. Another drop soon. And also, boom.

Raven makes a small tournament. It looked like it was watered by the back of my nose.

It started to rain little by little.

Jan hurriedly approaches and tries to put an umbrella on him. Callian gestures to Hale that it's not raining that much and says it's okay.

"We'll need a roof over apples."

On the way through the resistance and into the fortress, the rainfall is fairly thick. On the day that it passes in the middle of August, a quick, moist aura spins around. Calian looks at the shape of the rain and says to the egg.

"Just hand it over to the soldiers in the castle and don't explain anything else."

"Yes, Prince. I will."

On his way to the castle, he was secretly wet, so he went to the room Hale had given him and washed up first. Then I opened the window of the room wide. The room is full of rain.

Looking up at the sky, I thought I should be stuck in the rain until tomorrow.

It's a long way to go, so I don't want to be tied down. I didn't want to touch what I was doing just now, but I was tied up because of the rain.

"That's right."

- Knock knock.

Jan comes in with a knock. You hold in your hand a mint tea filled with cold ice requested by Kalian.

"Thank you."

You see an egg through the open door.

Yan gave Jan an answer as he looked at what was going on.

"I found something in the man I caught today. Should I give it to Earl Latran?" "

I asked for the rest of the investigation on my way here because I told Hale I'd leave it with him. Callian shakes his head and replies.

"I'll check it out first. Let them come in."

Yan summoned the egg into the room for a moment, then came back with a mint tea belonging to the egg.

Because of this, the egg, who was bouncing off the bench, bent down and lifted up the mint car with both hands, could not smile properly again.

After Yan went out again, Yuan took something wrapped in a handkerchief and placed it in front of Kalian.

"Soldiers told me it was hidden in his shoes. Oh, the handkerchief is mine. Don't worry, it's not messy."

Callian smiles at the explanation in case it's dirty.

Outside the window, there was a rain noise, and I just washed and got a nice cup of mint tea, so I smiled. After enjoying that little relaxation, Calian lowers his cup and opens his handkerchief.

And the smile on Callian's face slowly fades away.

After a dramatic change in Calian's mood, the egg sits still, forgetting to explain it. Calian looks at what's in the handkerchief for a while and quietly asks.

"He had this?"

It was an item that gave Calian an unforgettable experience, even though he didn't know the details.

As Calian frowns, the egg becomes a confused face. I want to know how Kalian found out at once.

Callian looks at it and asks, looking at it that looks like a piece of sugar.

"How do you know this?"

"A long time ago, I was in the security guard, hunting down the female merchants of Riverne. They say it's a poison that disguises you as dead for a while. By the way, may I ask how you know that?"

You have no idea.

Calian smiles strangely at the poison that made him sick for a week.

"I've tried it."

It was raining outside the window.

It was raining and my feet were tied. In addition, there is also something that will allow you to put your foot back. So how do you think you're going to stay interested and keep going?

"The man who couldn't resist the speculation had poison."

Callian scratches his cheek and mutters. The word "speculation" caused the egg to look at Kalian.

"I thought you were a good swordsman."

Callian opens his mouth with a slight smile.

"That man."

It was very explicit. In fact, the most curious part is that they do not even open their mouths. Because of this, the egg folds up for a moment to remember the image of Kalian shedding his longsword with a small knife.

"Yes, my prince."

"I'll go see him now."

The egg surprised me and asked.

"You speak for yourself?"

Callian taps the glass of water instead of answering. It means I don't want to say it twice. The egg, roughly identifying Khalian's character, said again.

"Yes, I understand."

* * *

The magic of fire burns the wound. The magic of the ice freezes the wound.

The magic of the wind breaks the wound.

The power of the whirlwind pierced my shoulder. It's a good horse. It must have been ripped open. Hands that were not properly bloodied due to the scars left in rough bandages were turned dark, dull, and sparkly.

Kalian doesn't frown. Instead, I asked.

"Where are you from?"

The man looks up at Calian. And then he smiled. The egg frowns, but Calian nods as if to leave it alone.

"I thought you were a precious house master."

"Precious son of a bitch."

There were no feelings in Calian's eyes for looking at the man's wounds. It was a hard face to find, such as feeling sorry for a man or feeling worried about him.

Of course, Yuan also did not think that Kalian should be in debt to him. However, the egg felt that the face looked too bold after the fifteen boys had hurt people with my hands.

"I'm a copper mine guard. I was just helping them out for a little while because they said they'd be grateful if you could help them find someone."

"That sugar thing, how can you have it?"

"They're splitting up. I took it away because I thought it was good."

Kalian nods. So far, I decided to believe it was true.

"What were they looking for?"

"I don't know."

"Do you know who that is?"

"We didn't call each other names, and we couldn't see our faces because of the masks."

"What else do you remember?"

"Nothing."

Callian looks at the man with his clasped hands on the table. The algae coming out of the bandage is healthy, and your face turns red to see if you have a fever.

Even if it was caused by magic, it would have already begun to fester in this hot, humid place.

"I'll take care of you."

The man looks at Calian.

Throughout the city, Calian, who knows exactly how much pain a man must be in, still says with a blunt face.

"If you don't think it's going to work, I'll cut you up. Give me something that might help me. Without it, we're sorry for each other."

The man did not speak for a while. Kalian doesn't care.

A long time later, the man sprayed his mouth several times and said,

"There is a wife in Hanson Village. They know."

It was probably a threat in case the man told the truth. Kalian nods as if to tell you not to worry.

"What they've lost. What the hell."

"· · · · · · Like a transparent bead, the size of a nail. I heard from Tensyl's Shrine that you'll know exactly what it is."

He must have had a thing for it. I'll buy it at an expensive price in the Tensile, gathering it as soon as I can, so if it was taken from me, it was worth the commotion. It also makes sense for the Elves to feel energetic if they are tired. Callian asks the following question:

"Where can I meet you?"

"I didn't feel like they were staying here. There was a white-haired elf, and he must have gone after him."

"What are they?"

"I told you before, I didn't see your face, and I don't know your name."

You hear the man's voice again in Calian's slightly disappointed ears, thinking he doesn't know anything important.

"Instead, I heard the name of the man who seems to be their leader."

Callian gestures as if to keep talking. The man frowns slightly and recalls and says,

"The blue sole. That's what I called it."

"· · · · · · Blue sole."

Ha.

Father.

Why did your bird fly all the way out here?

Kalian's face hardens.