How to Live as the Enemy Prince

I've had two good things since morning.

Completed 4 circles

And a oyster in the breakfast prepared by the mayor of Citran City!

People in this area, who are relatively close to Cecretina Riverne, like to eat seafood, are told that there is a large nest of fish that has a unique sea smell. After seeing it, Kalyan tries desperately to put his mouth up and down.

Alan would have said a lot more if he knew that he was more impressed with the cave than he was with the fourth circle.

Anyway, my first day at Siegfried began to feel so good.

Jan, who was always riding beside Khalian, is at the forefront of the group with Yuan. I had to deal with many people who greeted Jan in the long run, but the reason was that Arsen was even closer to Kalian.

Arsen recalls the energy of Kalian in the morning.

"Your energy was like a blade."

Callian smiles and replies.

"There's a reason."

Arsen waits to explain why, but then there is no other word. Arsen nods, just because it means it's hard to tell here for a reason.

A few streets later, Calian, who was silent, pointed to Arsen's hand.

"Sir Hertz."

"Yes, Prince."

"How strong is the ice you make?"

Arsen thought about it for a moment and asked.

"I'm sorry, Prince. Do you mind if I explain exactly what you mean by strength?"

Arsen's words were always long behind him.

What's so difficult to ask for an explanation?

"How the mighty ice is broken by its power. And how hard it can penetrate."

Thinking about the ice spear of Arsen, which had pierced through the Sword Master's solid body, Calian said with a dull face.

Arsen ponders once again.

I hadn't even thought about it yet, but there was a reason why Kalian didn't know why he was burying the magical robber.

Arsen opens his mouth, thinking of something soon to answer.

"I fought Bern a while ago."

Kalian looks at Arsenal, stiffening his shoulders.

Then I came close to realizing that the name Bern is now also Kiri's last name.

After realizing that what Arsen said was Kiri, not himself, Calian calmed down and asked.

"Yes, keep talking."

"I sent a spear of ice to Bern back then."

I wrote it again!

Khalian smiles awkwardly, and Arsen speaks with a very sad face.

"My ice spear was broken by Bern's sword."

Calian turns his head to the other side for a moment and looks at Kiri. And Kiri suddenly smiles, not knowing why she sees herself with such a warm smile.

Arsen continued not knowing the situation.

"And that ice spear pierced a log once. You know how much the Bern Sword is, so this explanation will help you assess it."

"Yes, that's enough."

It was true that Kyrie's sword was removed.

He has taught me hard and never lacked his talent or effort. Khalian thinks it won't be easy for him to keep up with the Knights of Siegfried, except for the Eggs.

Of course, Kalian was still 'strong' and lacking here. However, if Kiri's sword breaks the ice spear, it means that the robber of the ice spear is not as strong as Kalian would have wanted.

"Hmm."

Arsen cautiously asks again.

"Do you mind if I ask what this is about?"

After hearing that, Calian pauses and laughs. It's because of that disrespectful tone of voice.

Now Caliando knew when he first met Arsen.

When the dead cross the river of death, the bringer of death and the bringer of the river of death meet again. I laughed for a long time, saying how funny this is.

After all, it was Arsen, who had no idea who Calian was. It wasn't bad to look at, but it wasn't a bad look for Balkans. Because of this, Kalian decided that he should try and fix the attitude that was too polite.

After thinking about it, I suddenly saw Arsenal still staring at Calian. Then Calian quickly replied, reminding him that Arsen had just asked himself a question.

"Ah. I can't carry a sword. I was thinking of a way to replace the sword with magic."

I even possessed the magical power made of error.

"But if your magic stops at that level of strength, it's hard to use it as a sword, so you might want to try a little more thinking."

According to Kalian, Arsen was unable to answer any questions. It was because I thought it would not be easy to understand why I was worrying like that.

I did not ask for Arsenal's answer in particular. Because of this, Calian continues to think, scattering Raven's mane.

* * *

The next evening.

Calian stops Raven's feet once again. It was because of the distant rocky mountains.

It was sunset. The mountain of rock that mysteriously washed into pink when it came into contact with the sunlight was magnificent and beautiful enough that the majesty of the castle underneath was invisible.

Yan, who is within the resistance of Duke Siegfried, pointed out that the rock itself has already become a history.

"There, Prince."

The other explanation was very clear. But that alone would explain the existence of an empty Sispanic nest. Calian slowly nods and moves forward again.

About the time the sun sets and the sky begins to sink into darkness, the group arrives in front of the fortress.

You can see a large number of knights waiting for you inside the gate. They wear the same black armor as the knights who came to escort Calian here.

After seeing that, Calian settles down.

And without shrinking a bit, I passed them by.

At the end of that path is a middle-aged knight on a white horse.

A person who is in front of the prince but does not need to say hello. The only Duke of Cairys in this country.

Slayman Horn Siegfried.

"Welcome!"

After checking Khalian and the Yan next to him, he opens his arms and says, It didn't mean to rush in and hug him, but it was roughly a gesture to welcome him to this earth.

Callian grins and approaches him.

A similar smile hangs over Slayman's face.

"Long time no see, Siegfried Ball."

They were meeting for the second time, and when I first saw them, I didn't say anything. It's just that Slaiman felt a chain of excitement gushing out at the nobles, and Calian knew that only Slay would notice it, but didn't put it in. That was all there was to talk about.

Therefore, they were finally able to talk for the first time, but they felt nothing awkward. They already knew a lot about each other.

Slayman looks at Kalian for a moment and looks quite impressed. And I put that surprise in my mouth without hiding it.

"Wow! You've changed so much."

Is that what it looks like or what it holds in it?

I didn't know what was different, but Calian relaxed and laughed. Whatever it was, it was right.

"Yes. A little better than that."

Only Slay, who heard Kalian's answer, smiles joyfully and turns his head away. Then I started walking alongside Callian.

The two figures were perfectly contrasted, as Calian, a gorgeous figure on top of Black Mine Raven, and Slay, on a white horse, were walking side by side.

However, Yan looked at them from behind, looking at them with a pleasant smile.

The conversation between Kalian and Slayman continues.

"I hear you've got the wizard with the big mouth."

This is Alan Manasil.

Even Slayman, who I've known for a very long time, has judged me like this. Kalian nods, smiling.

"Thank you."

"The sixth sword deals with magic, so the Wizard kept one of his disciples well."

Slayman's little voice.

Of course, Kalian was not surprised.

The Earl of Brissen, who has not been on the path to the sword for so long, had expected that Slay would recognize it all at once.

"As expected, you recognize it immediately."

"I haven't lived this hard, so I won't be able to see the prince's error piling up. You may not see mine, but you can see it clearly in my eyes."

As Slayman said, he was able to see Kalian's error. However, there was no Slayman's error in Calian's eyes.

Difference in error.

It is because Slayman's error outweighs Calian's.

"Anyway, the Wizard must be very excited. The sorcerer has dealt with magic."

"I don't know if you're excited, but you're struggling."

The two of them arrived at the entrance of the castle one day, thinking about his teacher, while continuing a pleasant conversation. Slayman turns his horse's head back.

"I'd like to talk a little more, but I can't postpone the west perimeter patrol. I'm sorry, but we'll have to postpone the rest of the story for tomorrow."

"You don't have to be sorry. I got here too fast anyway, so my schedule got twisted."

Kalyan gives you an unpleasant answer. He looks at the distant rock and says to Slay's Bay.

"We can talk about the Sispanian will tomorrow."

Slayman nods.

"Yes. Please take care of yourself. You'll have a lot to talk about when you get back."

Then I laughed in a very pleasant voice.

* * *

Sigmund Khan Sispanian.

The great, the Sispanian.

The two titles attached to the name of the Sispanian were given voluntarily by self-respecting dragons. He deserved to be treated that much.

He once terrorized the entire continent, once sealed the evil god to protect it, and once loved man.

And then one day, it just disappeared.

Some went back to nature because they could not overcome the odds of life, and some became gods on behalf of sleeping Serenti.

Callian, who came a very long way to meet the will of such a Sispanian, opened his mouth, gazing at the enormous cavity in front of his eyes.

"I'll finally meet you."

The prince's ceremony is held alone. It was the will of the Sispanians.

Others remained under the mountain. Therefore, Kalian was also alone.

After briefly arranging to ask the Sispanians, Calian stepped into the common entrance without any further delay. It was a bright morning, but I felt left behind in a place that was terribly dark to take a step in the joint.

Calian pauses for a moment, then starts walking forward again. The sound of the covered footsteps fades as the cavity is heavily echoed.

I wonder how far that went.

Suddenly, Calian looks back, wondering how many steps you've taken.

The light explodes at the same time.

A golden light that seems to drive out the silent darkness bursts from all sides. That's why Kalian blindfolded me without even knowing it.

About the time after that, when I felt that I had become accustomed to glare.

- Saa · · · · · · · · · ·.

The wind blows somewhere and my hair is scattered. The smell of grass flying together in the wind hovers around the end of my nose. It's hard to feel in the common room, and Callian opens his eyes to the senses.

Then I stopped breathing.

Khalian has not reached the point where he realizes Mana's logic as Alan did. But I could feel the Mana for myself. I could tell. I could be sure.

Heavy magical power that is hard to fathom.

Fear of stopping my heart just by looking at it.

'It's not will.'

I wasn't willing.

It was not a will.

Because of this, Kalian bows.

"Extremely great."

Black hair.

Red eyes.

"I'm here to see the Sispanians."

The Sispanian looks at the Kalian.