How to Live as the Enemy Prince

That day.

The Duke of Siegfried has been flying birds all day.

All colors of foreground and foreground foods set out for Cairysis. Birds all looked different, but the contents of the letter were all the same.

- A bright light flashes out as Calian enters the Sispanian empty nest. The light was visible even outside Siegfried's outer sanctuary.

That's all the news the noble wives of Siegfried have written down. There was nothing known about what had happened in it or what the identity of the light was, so it could not contain anything else.

Calian, the only person who can confirm that, comes down from the mountain looking like he's been on a walk. After briefly declaring that the adult ceremony was complete, he immediately returned to Siegfried Castle.

Duke Slayman asks nothing of Calian.

He just told her to take her to her room for lunch and then came out on the terrace connected to the reception room and had a whiff.

Only Slay laughs as he stands on the terrace and sees a few of the Old West disappear into thin air. And said with pure surprise.

"Now I know how many mouths there are in my spirit!"

He said he didn't know how many people live on Siegfried's land and spread the word outside. That's why the one next to Slayman gave it to me.

"Is this something you should be amazed by?"

It was Demirea, Jan's younger brother and owner of Duke Siegfried's estate.

Demirea was a cute face with round eyes like yarn, but she seemed awkward but also had a stringent look that matched strangely well.

Slay said softly, looking at his daughter, who started nagging as she grew up.

"Wouldn't it be okay to marvel and move on?"

Demirea shakes her head decisively.

"Those who envy great power are everywhere. They will never get involved with our family. I think we need to be aware and vigilant of what family members are here."

He was passing on his thoughts again and again, entering the reason. Slay gladly smiles at Demirea as she grows up to become the next owner of Siegfried.

"Good, you look a little like me. Anyway, I got married well!"

Slay is probably the only one who likes his children who don't look much like him. Slay smiles at Demirea, thinking of the thoughtful Duchess.

"But it's Leah. When our family is wary of them, it becomes politics. We are the keepers, not the rulers or the establishers. We raise our strength to raise our shields."

Demirea doesn't immediately answer. It's because Slayman and I had different ideas.

A little later, Demirea points to a window that looks far away. It was the Noble Room where Kalian was staying.

"But this time it may be different, Father."

Jan is in the palace.

It was also very deeply related to Kalian.

That's why I didn't know what I was talking about by calling it Slayman. Even when I found the palace not long ago, I had already sold my name to Jan once.

So the next thing Jan needs is Slay's name or his sword. It was hard for Slay to be sure.

"Even if you're not wary, you're preparing."

Only Slay looks at the training ground set in the castle. Thousands of knights have been training with their swords.

"I don't just run out of mackerel!"

Although he was talking like a fool, he sounded more confident than arrogant.

But Slay was not the only one who insisted on his thoughts. He stroked Demirea's head calmly.

"But I do know whose cadavers live here."

Then Demirea nods.

He then tries to thank Slayman for his opinions, but Jann comes out of the door, opening the terrace door.

"Wow, you really have a lot of front books."

One more purely admired human.

Demirea frowns and answers with a big smile again.

"Isn't that a lot? I saw the hawk!"

The bird flew up again, as if answering that question.

Looking at it.

Here we go again. Wow! '

Demirea's eyes darkened at the rich man talking nonsense. It was because my shoulders had become too heavy to bear this family one day.

* * *

- Come back when you think you're ready enough.

Khalian is missing, thinking about the last thing the Sispanians said.

"I don't know what else you want me to say."

Jan comes back to meet Slayman for a moment and opens his eyes wide as he sits across from Khalian.

Instead of answering that look, Calian lifts up the cold mint tea that was sitting on the table. The ice in the cup makes a clear sound.

"· · · · · · · Enough preparation."

It was still difficult to understand the meaning. Jan looks out of the window at Calian. I was worried that it might seem like I was forcing an answer for nothing.

Then Caliando looks out the window.

The training ground is brimming with Slayman knights. I saw Kyrie with the knights, wondering how she got there.

However, I turned my gaze away, thinking I was enthusiastic. This time, Hina, sitting in the garden, noticed.

Hina was still patting something, but when I looked closely, it was poodles with bronze frizzy fur. It was Slayman's puppy who resembled Jan and became Jan. Kalian mutters as she looks at Hina's sunny smile.

"You prefer puppies to birds. Can I have a dog in Chermill Palace?"

Yan, who had never said a word before, only drank tea with me.

"You keep thinking about what to do with Hina. Last time, he was thinking about birds and showing interest."

Jan's voice said that was quite hesitant. Calian immediately solved the misunderstanding because he almost knew what he was talking about.

"I don't care about that."

It was not a dream of romance.

Yan nods, looking back at Hina and smiling. This is why I saw Hina gesturing in front of Poodle Yan's eyes.

"She even speaks to her puppy. He's cute."

Callian asks, "What makes you curious?"

"How do you know Suir?"

It was an unintended question.

However, there was no answer from Yan.

When Khalian realizes that she didn't want to ask anything, Jan opens his mouth again. I looked out the window and I didn't let go of my eyes.

"I had a brother."

I said there was.

That was the only explanation.

However, Jan continued to tell the story without stopping.

"I had a lot to learn to live with because I wasn't healthy. Soon it was all for nothing."

Yan said that and took a sip of tea. Jan smiles as he looks at Calian's face, unable to find an answer.

"It's been a long time. And now he's here."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

Soon, Jan's voice was clear that she was looking for other topics, pointing to the puppy outside the window.

"He's scared shitless. It barks a lot. Plants wouldn't let you raise it in Chermill. Neither did Prince Randall."

I didn't want to talk for a long time and feel depressed.

It could be for the awkward Khalian. Anyway, since it was clear that it was his intention to include the story of his dead brother, he did not ask Kalian any more questions and replied to the new topic.

"Then we should go to Camelon."

The Palace of Camelon.

It was the prince's residence.

Jan turns his head and looks back at Calian.

"You've never mentioned a third place before."

"You said you couldn't raise them in Chermill. That's why we have to go, to Camelon."

Jan became an absurd face.

"You're the only one who wants to go to Camelon to raise a dog."

Callian takes a sip of tea and puts it down.

I like the fresh mint aroma.

After a brief taste of a mouth-filled scent, Calian opens his mouth, looking out the window with a relaxed face.

"I'm the only prince I've ever met who looks like a Cispanian."

Jan blinks a few times in a round eye.

It took me a few seconds to understand what Kalian said.

After that, the glass in Jan's hand falls to the floor.

* * *

Siegfried's resistance, like the royal palace of Cairys, was within the reach of the Sispanians. It was impossible to communicate with Allen.

That's why Kalian asked Jan to show him the right place to talk to Alan. Jan comes out with Calian, surprised by the news that the Sispanians were really alive, and that she had brought him in and talked to him.

And without the power of the Sispanians, few people came close to figuring out the right place closest to the Resistance and then guided Calian.

"People don't come here very often."

Calian laughs with a smaller sound around him.

It doesn't go well with the funny-looking smile, but it is full of dead people's memorials. Jan led them to the cemetery for the important people of Siegfried family.

"Clearly, there's no one else here."

"Yes, you can relax."

I went to a slightly higher place, and there was an unused parcel of land. Callian, who went up there, summons Alan.

- How'd it go with Roselita?

Allen seems to have been waiting for an answer.

I'm sure Alan was wondering the same thing. Allan was the one who talked to me about the axis of time and advised me to meet the Sispanians.

- Yes, Master. I finished my adult dinner, and I met the Sispanians very well.

Calian, who was so unlucky, told me all about his work in the joint.

Alan's first reaction was no different than Jan's. He cannot speak. Callian thought Alan would be a few times more surprised than Jan. If the Temples of Tensyl had Serenti, every wizard in the world would have a Cispanian.

- You've met the Cispanian way. I should have gone with you.

As Alan once said,

I felt full of surprises and regrets.

Of course, even if we were together, Alan wouldn't have been able to meet the Sispanians. You could see the shared light, but that only makes the sadness bigger.

- I told you to come back when you're ready, so I'll be sure to come with you next time.

- Thank you for listening. So, what are we going to do? We're going to meet up.

- There's only one thing I'm prepared to do right now.

Callian relaxes and sweeps around for a moment.

Where there are so many traces of death. I watched where the last care of those who want to remember the dead was captured and preached the word.

- Survive, for starters.

The one with the soul of the emperor who didn't even leave a trace spoke of life.

- We'll have to deal with Silica when we get back, so first of all, you have to protect my position. We need to focus a little less on surviving, so we can see the way ahead.

- Yeah. Regrettably, it's true.

- What's the mood like on Brissen's side? I'm curious about the silica side. What Renan's doing after he disappeared.

Alan immediately answers if he was expecting Kalian's question.

- I haven't seen Lennon in ten days, so I'm guessing he felt something strange. Evan Brissen entered and left the palace this morning.

- I take it you summoned the Marquis of Brissen to ask for your trouble.

- I think so.

Lennon Bryson, who used to be a pawn, is suddenly gone, which must be frustrating.

Calian smiles for a moment.

- You're not worried that Earl Brissen himself will tell you why he's missing?

- You have shared the seal of the oath with me. If you tell Silica about it, she will be cut off, and you will never tell her out of your mouth.

It was exactly what Alan said.

Evan Brissen shared a 'seal of oath' with Allen about his refusal to inform Silica about how he had dealt with Lennon. If I broke it, I would be crushed to death by the seal of the oath, so I wouldn't have to worry about secrets leaking out.

- Then Silica will try to find another hand to replace Lennon. It's just me and Silica who can't go outside the palace on their own. I'm sure they'll want to find someone to help them, so keep an eye on them.

Instead of Alan's answer, a smile spread.

Callian narrows his eyes to this response.

- No way, there's already someone new in and out of the palace.

- I have a letter in my hand. I wrote you a very troubling letter, but I wanted to tell you about it.

- A letter, what do you mean?

Whether to open the letter or choose what to say. I haven't spoken to Alan in a while. You hear Allan's story again, waiting to see Jan standing far away.

- I've been injured in battle with the Barbarians and want to return to Cairysis for a while. Send someone to take over my post temporarily. There's a request that says,

- Is this a letter from the change bag?

Grey Brissen.

Earl Evan Brissen's firstborn son. It was also the name of a change bag with territory adjacent to Tensyl.

I think Silica called as soon as she found out Lennon was missing. They want to return to the capital with an excuse to get hurt. We're not in and out of the palace yet, but we should be arriving at the palace a little sooner than you.

- I knew it.

You see an intriguing expression on Calian's face.

- I can finally see your face.

Calian turns his head for a moment and looks toward the direction of Cairysis.

There was another one flying around.

It's news and grey britchen. And Kalian.

- Another sodmaster. I don't know what I'd do if I met him.

I was already looking forward to the day the three of us met.