How to Live as the Enemy Prince

- Yuck!

The ice spear created in the shovel shot out.

Arsen and his opponent have only three steps left.

The arcene's ice spear reaches the opposing team's chest at the same time as its creation.

- Ka-ang!

But the opponent stops it.

The ice that fell on the solid marble floor shatters.

If you look and move, you die.

If you listen and move, you will surely die.

That was Arsen's ice. It was that fast.

Nevertheless, the opposing Pokémon are pushing or avoiding the sharp tip of the ice before it reaches the body.

Arsen also gave up counting the number of blocked attacks. It was because they were blocking all the ice windows from everywhere.

By the time their gaze had reached the ice sculpture that had fallen to the ground, the waves had erupted three times in a row, following the hand of Arsen.

Tsk, tsk, tsk! Heave!

Three ice windows aiming for the heart, back neck and crown split the air at the same time. The user draws a long arc line with opposing Pokémon's lips in a different attack pattern.

His body, holding the sword, moves quickly, leaving behind a shadow.

- Ka-ang, the party!

The ice that was flying to his heart was easily blown away, and he immediately twisted his body, reaching out his sword and retrieving it. With the sword stretched out, the ice that fell on your head is blocked by the ice that flew from behind.

- Tweaker, tweaker!

The ice falls to the ground, splitting apart. It meant that they were not just throwing it away, but shocking the ice as much. Arsen continues to attack.

- Saab!

- Ka-ang!

The ferocious ice spear plunges back into the ground.

Arsen was not weak. The opposing Pokémon is strong.

If you think about the death of the Knights of Bricen one by one in this ice window, you can see the strength of those who are facing Arsenal now.

- Shhh!

The ice shaft spills from the tip of Arsen's hand.

There are more than a dozen needle-thin, razor-sharp condensed ice.

The sword disappears from the opposing Pokémon's hand after checking its count.

No, you'd have to change shape in an instant rather than disappear. It had become a round and broad shield.

- Tadada-da!

The user creates a new shield that blocks the target from hitting the ground.

Arsen sees him rushing towards his nose just as he stops the attack. He appears behind the opposing Pokémon as he disappears without a starter word.

The target disappears, but the target does not panic. You swing your shield toward your back in a watery motion.

- Gentlemen!

Arsenal's body disappears again, a moment later, a ruined face. The shield that cut through the air where he was just now took the shape of a sword.

But this time it's a dagger, not a longsword.

At the same time, Arsen appears a little farther from the opposing team.

- Shhh!

As if you had already read the thoughts and movements, the opposing team's dagger flew to the place where the arcene appeared.

"Yikes!"

Surprised, Arsenal quickly expands its shield. When I was trying to teleport again, protecting my body like that.

- Kaga!

A flying dagger pierces through the shield with an ominous sound.

A single dagger pierced the shield after several attacks by the Knights of Bricen. The pale shield fades for a moment.

Immediately, the glass shard-like blade was crushed into Arsen's neck. Arsen realizes that his shield has been destroyed and pauses briefly.

When everyone who was watching felt danger.

The dagger, which showed the strength to pierce through the neck immediately, stopped as if someone had held onto it. And then, as it seemed to disperse in the air, it lost shape and disappeared.

After a small cut on Arsen's neck.

- Gulp.

Arsen swallows a dry needle, feeling a slight tingling sensation in his skin. If the dagger hadn't stopped and disappeared, Arsen would have had a hole just the size of a dagger by now.

So it was Arsenal's defeat.

Arsen raises his hands and opens his mouth.

"You have lost, Prince."

After a long visit, Calian nods, smiling at the opponent who fought Arsen.

"Well done, Lord Hertz."

The Wizards of the White Robe stood up, unable to breathe and watching the duel.

A cheer came from everyone's mouth.

"Whoa!"

"Awesome!"

You didn't use any error, but you're still the Master of the Sword, aren't you? It would have been quite a spectacle, seeing such a Khalian and Arsen giving and receiving workshops in front of you.

After a brief smile, Kalian takes the handkerchief out of his arms and gives it to Arsen.

It was a drop of blood.

"I'm surprised. Now you're teleporting without a starter word."

"It hasn't been that long. Lord Grace was very helpful."

It was a humble answer for Rachel Grace, the master of the magic of movement.

Soon the two of them stood side by side and began to leave the training ground. Then Kalian looks at Arsen and asks,

"But don't you need to get close enough to attack someone with a sword?"

It was just before, but I remember the last time I saw Bern. Arsenal approaches you, stopping and destroying Bern's sword.

Arsen replied as if it was nothing.

"It's no fun to fight when you're away from your opponent."

You look at Arsenal with a look of lost words.

Although they have teleports, wizards are slower than those with swords. Arsen couldn't do what he did just now after the shield broke.

Nevertheless, this in-person attack specialist wizard likes to give and receive workshops in front of prosecutors and noses.

"You almost died just now."

Arsenal grins as Calian says.

When she sees Arsen risking his life just for fun, she nods without further interference.

It was Arsen who caught Bern anyway.

Of course, I didn't have an arm, I couldn't sleep for more than three days, I had concentration, I had about a dozen arrows in my body, I had a lot of bleeding, so I couldn't get it right.

Still, the wizard who defeated the sorcerer.

I'm sure he'll take care of himself.

"Don't tell the rest of the crew to do that."

"Of course. Don't worry."

Arsen politely replies, sweeping his neck with his hands.

"But I was surprised when the prince threw his sword. Then there's no point in fighting from a distance. It is truly remarkable that you will be able to keep the Magic Sword out of your hands."

It was a genuine admiration.

Kalian replies, as if it's not too far.

"I can hold it for a while, but it's harder than that."

Then he added a comment with a very careless tone.

"Once I throw it, I can't control it, I can't retrieve it."

"· · · · · · · Yes?"

Wait, wait, wait.

No control, no retrieval.

Arsen stops his footing and asks again, strange face.

"What did you throw when you knew that?"

Kalian laughs.

"Belief in your skills."

You're talking about faith!

You just got lucky and disappeared in front of your neck.

Arsen has a very talkative face.

There are some wizards gathered around who don't know how Arsen feels. It was now a crew of more than 50 Balkans.

Arsenal blasphemed Calian as if he had just learned that he almost crossed the Seño River on a petal.

After a long time, the words Arsenal uttered in the excitement of the sorcerers' chatter probably didn't get into Calian's ears.

Kiri heard it all.

* * *

Soon after bringing the wizards into the training ground, Arsen just started teaching them what to learn in the daytime workshop. Callian opens his mouth as he sits on a chair outside the training ground.

"How's that?"

It wasn't a soliloquy. It was a question about Plants sitting next to him. Plants, who was sitting with his eyes open to world history, asked.

"What."

There was a reason for Kalian to come out and fight with Arsen on this fine spring day.

It's because of Plants.

Of course, it wasn't exactly a picnic with Plants.

Valkan the Wizard.

It's not just a group that gathers wizards and throws fireballs. If I had, I wouldn't have been so infamous as the Devil.

In the past, Balkan was founded by Remain, but was written by Plants.

So who turned them into demons?

"Those wizards, don't you want to train them?"

It was Plants.

Callian knows he left the whole country to Silica and was obsessed with the cultivation of Balkans.

Of course, Plants is still young. It can be different from the past. But Kalian knows that Plants is a lot different than normal people his age.

"Barking again."

Suddenly, you tell Plants to train the wizards with a sword or something, and he gives you an uncomfortable expression on his mouth. I listened to her once a day anyway, so she didn't care.

"I'm not asking you to teach me the sword."

It wasn't military training, but Kalian got greedy. The owner of the circle who is playing is right next to him, but I wonder why he would leave the work to someone else.

Plants, who listened to Kalian, disappears.

"I don't know why you call me to do what you can do well."

Callian smiles at you and says,

"I don't know what this country is. I'm exposed."

Yes. Plants now knew the secret of Kalian. Khalian told Remain the same thing to Plants.

Of course, Bern, the king and knight, had no idea of Cairys' tactics. There were difficulties in getting directly involved in Balkans work.

"I still have a lot of things, so if I manage to get to Balkan, there will be a lot of hassle."

Bricen and Randall should know by now that the power of the Balkans is not ridiculous. Balkan should not yet be Calian's. We had to maintain the balance of power until Brissen or Randall was left alone.

And there was one more big reason why Plants should be involved with Balkan.

"If you do nothing like this and stay in my shadow, you will die."

Callian takes Plants seriously.

The gates of the Marquis of Brissen have been opened. Evan starts to move again.

"You and I have teamed up, but you don't have the right power. The Marquis of Brissen must be the first to get rid of him."

Plants stares at the training ground without a word. Calian waits without speaking, as he seems to be thinking about it.

You hear someone coming from behind them.

"Prince Kalian."

Jan turns his head. I hate to break it to you, but I had something to say to you.

"What's going on?"

"Earl Evan Brissen requests an audience with you now. What do we do?"

He smiles at Calian because he knew what he was up to.

"Are you here to see if you can see my error?"

It's interesting.

Evan thinks he's weaker than Calian right now.

Kalyan nods, not just playing.

"Tell them to wait. I'm going."

"Yes, Prince."

Calian turns his head back to the Balkans and heads towards Plants.

"Look, it's coming right at you. Jan must have told you I was here with you. Nevertheless, by asking me to meet him, I mean that there is no longer a brother in the eyes of the Marquis of Brissen."

Plants still did not answer. It was not because they did not understand, but because they knew the same thing.

"Balkan, take a look."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

When Calian heard the answer he wanted, he lightly got up and left the training ground.

To see how the old lion's teeth got sharper.