How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Le Maine takes off her glasses and takes a deep breath.

This is why I heard Kalian say that Renan will swing the sword of betrayal. It wasn't even Kalian who held the scabbard. Earl Brissen himself said he would take out his second son.

"You thought you'd buy the Marquis for money."

It was amazing how much money it could be, but it was also amazing how much money he thought he would spend on the Marquis.

Alan, who was watching, said.

"This will be done by me and Baron Pollun. Perhaps it would be better if you and Prince Kalian didn't interfere in this matter."

I told you I wouldn't let it be known that Kalian attacked Randall's men.

Alan's plan was that the money would be paid by Melpire Pollun and that negotiations with Evan would proceed on his own.

Of course, even if you do, you can be noticed by Randall, but you won't be able to raise the issue openly unless Callian takes the lead.

Remain hears Allan's words and nods after a few more thoughts.

"Do it."

Alan gets up from his seat and walks out scared to the end. To see Count Evan Brissen.

* * *

It was a day for regular meetings of the central nobles.

Evan Brissen, who was walking out of the mansion to get to the Royal Palace of Cairys, paused to look at the front door for a moment.

As time passed, the butler who was standing behind him turned his gaze to the front door to see what was going on. Evan opened his mouth for a while.

"I'll be home today."

The butler couldn't figure out why Evan changed his mind when he finished preparing and was about to leave. However, Evan looked down without throwing up because he knew what was going on if he asked him not to talk first.

By the time I heard the butler's head again, a small wagon had started coming into the mansion's front door from a distance.

A carriage worthy of the common nobles was engraved with the Baron Pollun family crest. Evan turns to watch the wagon for a moment and goes into the mansion.

"Take me to the library."

The butler's face was once again questioned.

Visitors were always Evan in the reception room. However, it was strange to be told to bring him to the library today.

"Yes, I understand."

However, the butler had no choice but to answer again.

After Evan enters, the door of the wagon slowly opens at a relaxed pace in front of the mansion. And the butler who saw the man inside was surprised and took a breath.

On behalf of Melpire Pollun, who had a rounded impression, the wizard of a very sharp impression, who tied the heads of his little feet together, revealed himself.

Alan Manasil.

He had no reason to come in his wagon and create a strange rumor, so he got a wagon from Melpir and came here. Alan also copied the method that Kalian used to recruit Melpir.

Alan steps out of the wagon, taking the gaze of many knights who are wary of him, where he may not have been for a lifetime. Then, with the steward's guidance, Evan went into the place where he was waiting.

Evan was already sitting at the table in the library.

By age, he'd be five or six years older than Alan. A half blonde hair with half a white hair proves it.

Alan opens his mouth to Evan's face first.

"Alan Manasil."

I don't know how, but Evan nods as if that's the first name he's heard. Then I answered briefly.

"Evan Brissen."

Without any rhetoric about the first encounter, the Great Wizard and the Sodmaster's droopy first greeting came like this. Evan opens his mouth, pointing to the front seat.

"If you had spoken beforehand, you would have been prepared."

"I just came because you seem to be preparing too much."

Alan's razor-sharp eyes curl very round.

Welcome to Bricen, Germany, the Black Journal. How will I know in advance?

Alan, who is seated in Evan's seat of authority, opens his mouth again. As always, I immediately came to the point.

"Your second son is looking at your first son."

Alan stares back at Evan for just saying that.

Evan is silent for a moment. But I understood that my son betrayed me.

Evan still opens his mouth without changing his face.

"That's unthinkable. But Lennon is not the vessel for something like that."

He was not brave enough to betray his father, brother, and brother. Alan laughs back.

"That's quite an assessment of your second son."

I don't want to believe that Lennon changed his mind. Alan shakes his head and flicks his fingers. A leather bag appears where there was nothing. Evan's eyebrows saw it twitch slightly.

The reason I met Alan in the library with the reception room was because of the magical disruptors installed here. It was just in case I wanted to give Alan a workshop. However, I thought that if I used magic like that, it wouldn't work if I interrupted it.

Alan looks at Evan once, holding the documents out of his bag on the table. Then he relaxed as if he knew what he was frowning about.

"I should be interrupted by a toy like that that that interferes with magic. Don't just think of wizards who go back in time."

Soon Alan picked up the documents and presented them to Evan.

"And this is probably more reliable than your son."

Evan quietly reaches out and takes it.

From Hale, Malcolm, and Eila. I didn't see Evan's face handing over the documents. But I could see his hands trembling slightly.

Evan, who seems to be hiding something very angry, said.

"So, what do you want to say?"

"You're already thinking about backing Lennon off, aren't you?"

"It's not just a wizard's errand."

"· · · · · · That's not just from a knife catcher's mouth."

Having heard that, Evan's momentum quickly changed.

Sharp life, like a piece of Allan's limb, is shot at Allen's entire body.

"Oops."

Alan looks a little embarrassed, feeling alive.

It was because I didn't think it would show up to live towards me in a word. Alan Manasil, at least.

"I guess I was just being modest."

Alan smiles as he says so.

I could see what Evan was doing right now. There was nothing good about each other in the fight here, so it shouldn't really be an attack. It's just a gesture to suppress Alan's groaning.

"You can handle it."

One day Alan told Remain the same thing. It meant something different.

At the end of Allen's words, the air hovering around stops circulating. And the horror of death. Evan's pupils are dilated.

Those who wield swords deal with survival.

And those who know Manat's logic say he will send Pier away.

It is a force that draws out the fear that is hidden deep in the heart. The method was different, but it didn't make a difference that it eventually hit the other person. Alan, who choked Evan as he pushed him out of his life, said.

"First of all, let's talk quietly today. I'm not that soft because I'm different from my disciples."

Alan's smile did not change.

Evan's fear of prison did not lessen.

Evan, who was about to take Alan's reaction for a moment, reaches for life. Then Alan returned to his usual old wizard.

You hear Alan's voice in Evan's ears as he withdraws from the sudden struggle.

"I trust your son will take care of himself, but I can offer you a less burdensome option."

Evan frowns a little, followed by Alan's explanation. Everyone, including Randall, said they would buy the Bricen Merchant Guild if you could finish it quietly so that they wouldn't know why Lennon was expelled.

"The Merchant Guild?"

Evan asked again.

I didn't have anything to think about. I always disliked the merchant guild named after the Marquis family. He's the one who said he'd buy it, Alan. No. It was the matter of Calian.

"Why should I do what would benefit the Three Princes?"

Suddenly, he looks at Evan and says, "What does Alan mean?"

"Do you think the prince will have enough money to buy the Brisen Merchant Guild? Not being here in the first place."

"Who else but Prince Kalian?"

"Someone who wants to run the Cairys Merchant Guild."

Of course, Melpire's consent to this scheme was already obtained. There was no reason for Melpher to refuse once his name had been sold and the Bricen Merchant Guild had been created.

"Make and sell a good reason. If you do, you'll get a good price."

Evan was surprised to see the amount that Alan offered him.

Evan considers for a moment and nods shortly.

It was enough to trade one son who was short, and one Merchant Guild member who was difficult to kill.

* * *

When Lennon Brissen realized that Hale Latran had been captured, he had no idea how upset Lennon was. I was worried every day that I might have to sell my entire fortune to a tenement just in case his relationship became known. Hale Latran was locked up and had no effect on himself.

Lennon, who did not want to go through this again, also declared that he would never set foot on Latran's side again. There were several territories that traded with him, but they weren't great enough to care about.

How many territories do you think there are so many food shortages? '

And today, Hale Latran securely handed over the relics he had collected and sent to the Temple of Tensyl. I haven't forgotten to ask you to arrange a meeting with Prince Randall.

So it doesn't feel good.

Lennon does not stop the murmuring that flows out without me. He waters the plants he grew by the window and wipes the leaves. After a few days of indifference, I noticed that the flowering leaves were completely impractical. After seeing that, Renan remembers Kalian a while ago, and laughs as if it's funny.

"Let me see. Where's the nutrition?"

As I turn back, Lennon stops.

Before you know it, two knights stand in front of Lennon. Lennon knew them. Pavel's knights guarding the palace.

Renan takes a step back, startled. My back touched the window.

"What? Where are you guys?!"

Lennon's words don't last forever.

It's because the knights shoved a chunk into Lennon's mouth. The knights who tied Lennon together took out a black cloth and turned him upside down.

Lennon struggles to the end. After all, the knights twisted their bodies just before they knocked Lennon out.

The wind blows Lennon's petty planter down out the window a little while ago. If I had known the value of the pot, the knights would have been a little disappointed. Lennon lost his mind thinking that way.

And when I opened my eyes again, I was in a dark room where I saw nothing. In the deepest part of the basement of the Marquis of Brissen Manor, Renan's shout echoes empty and repeated its disappearance.