How to Live as the Enemy Prince

"Very well, sir."

I'm in trouble.

"After a good winter, you turned your back on the late Evan Brissen and pretended to be Prince Randall. God made it so out of His temper that He was so self-aware."

With all the work going wrong in the morning, there's no way that a good word came out of Alan's mouth.

"While you're at it, why don't you bring Prince Randall and the late Prince Brissen together and give us a full name? It would be great if I told them to have a good time."

I don't know if Evan's swordsmanship is any better than Calian's, but I double-checked that it wasn't easy to narrow the gap between time and error. Eventually, I made this known to Alan, not hiding it anymore.

I've also made it clear that Randall doesn't consider Calian an equal relationship. I realized that all of the actions that I sometimes helped and received were watching Kalian grow to be a 'decently useful tool.' I refused because I told Alan the same thing.

So I was scolded. No, I was scolded.

"You must have a lot on your side of the barn. I know, but Brycen is still out there, so you can get angry, no matter what the difference is."

Alan flicks his fingers as if his insides were stuffy. The patio door opens wide and a cold breeze hops in.

Alan's gaze settles on Calian again, wanting to live.

"Even if he did, Prince Randell's blindness wasn't a bluff for a day or two, but it was a fire that set him on fire. Why did you stop by so late to be like the prince? until he decided how he would react, if he was a normal person."

Callian smiles, listening to Allen's words in sufficient attention.

"Great chocolates."

This is what I'm talking about.

"Where is this beautiful apprentice?"

A little peer leaks from Alan.

Calian felt the tangerine aroma inside the chocolate and thought about what happened with Randall a little while ago.

'That's a shame.'

As Calian says, "I won't stand under your feet," Randall replies with an unchanging expression on his face. And I left without saying any more.

"Don't worry, I didn't just stop by on my own."

"Don't worry about anything else."

"Brother Randall won't do anything until he's convinced that I'm on the same page with Brycen. The Marquis of Brissen is still alive, so you don't have to worry about him."

"Even with Prince Randell, what's the deal with the Marquis Brissen?" Now that Silica's gone, it's time for one of the three princes to live. "

"I was in the same boat as Mr. Plants."

Calian sweeps away the waving hair for a moment when it blows.

"You have no idea how much you know about Silica's secrets, whether you've told me about them, or not. So don't be nervous."

"If that's the secret of Silica, I'm talking about Queen Aisha."

"Yes. Earl Brissen couldn't have been involved in that, if he had been so eager to retrieve the poison." And you wouldn't expect me to already know about Aisha's poisoning. But I doubt if Brother Plants knows about it. "

Evan has no idea how close Plants and Silica were. So Evan was worried that even if Calian didn't know that Silica poisoned Aisha, Plants might know.

"Even if Earl Brissen decides to work with Randall, he'll have to think of him first.

'Does Prince Plants know about Aisha? If you knew, would you have passed it on to Kalian?'

and. "

Alan nods without saying anything else.

"If I told that story and told it to the Tensyl, I'd go after Bricen at the Royal Family, who knows what it used to be, but I won't be able to reach out to Brother Randall now. as it has been so far."

After all, Randall was with Plants and Brissen, and Brissen couldn't help but worry about Randall and Tensile right away.

For this reason, Calian picked up another chocolate and put it in his mouth.

It's hot.

The scent of the place I miss spreads in my mouth.

* * *

When I reached for my sleep, something white and smooth touched my fingertips.

It doesn't feel bad to gently squirm, so Plants quickly regained consciousness for a moment. And after realizing that it was never just going to feel good and move on, I woke up.

Suddenly, a cushion-like flat falls into a deep sleep next to Plants.

Of course it was Calian's cat.

"There you are again."

This cat, who has never been on his feet in Khalian's room, still comes to me whenever he has a chance. The man who is asleep, who doesn't know the world, wakes up Plants, doesn't think any better. He just gets up from his seat.

Then I stopped moving again.

It's because I saw the cat owner sitting on the couch beyond the bedroom curtain.

Callian came again, saying that nothing else would come of it.

It was thanks to Alan's hard work that he couldn't do twice.

"What the hell."

"I was just trying to figure out how to wake you up."

I don't know if it was because I fell asleep quite a bit, or if it was because Calian was able to move a little quieter. Anyway, this time, I didn't notice all the cat and cat owners coming in.

"I can't go to breakfast because I have to go somewhere in the morning."

"By the way."

"Ah. I'm not saying I can't go to breakfast. I didn't think I could tell you because I can't."

With a low voice, Plants waits for Kalian's next words without an answer.

"Earl Brissen will be looking for you shortly. It could be today as soon as possible."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

"You must be uncomfortable with this."

Since Evan was quite involved in Silica's affairs, Calian couldn't figure out what he would think of Evan. That's why I asked.

In fact, it was true that Evan was not a stubborn relationship to face each other. But it was not enough to make me reluctant to see my face. Therefore, Plants replied with a verbal response that it was nothing.

"It doesn't matter."

The curtain allowed Plants to see Calian's face, but he was unable to examine Plants' face. It's hard to tell if that's true or not, but Calian nods.

Plants asked in a calm voice.

"Let it be treated with kindness."

Plants knew how much anxiety Calian had given Evan back. So Evan was thinking that he would find Randall or himself next.

We still haven't decided what to do about it, but Calian solved the problem for us.

"You don't have to be nice to her, and you just have to be nice to her."

Plants opens his mouth rather than nodding.

I can't see you if you nod.

"Okay, go."

"And I don't think it's appropriate to say that in the morning,"

"What else?"

Instead of standing up, Kalian picks up his horse one more time. I had to tell him one more thing that was a little difficult to say. After a short period of silence, Plants turns his head for a moment and looks toward the Haycia Palace.

"Is this about my mother?"

It's so quick to notice.

"Yes, that's right."

"Tell me."

"Earl Brissen might want to see if you know something. I thought you should know. You have to tell me that you know, and you have to tell me that you told me."

Callian makes it sound like he wants you to be careful.

"I know the secret, but if it seems like you haven't told me, you're dead."

Plants grins.

I thought there were so many things to kill these days.

"What's going on?"

"Aisha, the queen was poisoned."

There was no sound beyond the curtain for a while. Instead of answering, I heard a short sigh.

Calian rises from his seat without further ado, meaning he understands. Then I simply looked down and went back to my room.

* * *

Urea Seyren left the house a little earlier than usual.

It was supposed to be the day I went to the Pollunian School of Magic and became Principal Uriah, but that day was different. He went to the Kairis Wizard's Association building.

By the time the wagon reached the front of the association building, Uriah had discovered something that had become a ruined face.

"Raven already · · · · · · · · · · · ·. This is bad."

Now it's because only the right ankle of the Cayrians recognized a black horse with white fur in it.

We're 30 minutes ahead of schedule, and Callian arrives first. Uriah gets out of the wagon quickly and enters the building.

There were particularly many people in the building. We are gathered here to see Kalian, who has come to see Euria. However, when he heard the curious wizards' greetings, Uuria went through the wizards and into his office.

Khalian, who has already had half a cup of tea, laughs at the new Uriah. I can see the tears coming from my face.

"I'm here early, so don't worry."

"I'm sorry, Prince."

Uriah, who showed Kalian the example, immediately walked to her desk with a letter.

"Here's the news from Earl Eiffel. I arrived yesterday evening."

A letter about the preparedness of the Knights.

Once a month, ISON contacted Kalian through Euria. And Calian was sending them instructions and funding back through Euria.

Callian, reading the letter, sighs for a moment. In the meantime, it only said that I was getting ready without any problems, but this time it wasn't.

"Plague."

"Yes. An epidemic has broken out in one of the Knights' lands. I heard that ten of the colonists and knights had one fatality. There seems to be a problem with the cold."

"It must have been hard with Cairys without healers now. But I'm glad you're showing me the creek now. I have to tell you if you know."

Callian looks back for a moment, and Jan comes over and lays down a check.

Callian, who spent more money than he originally thought, told Euria.

"This is all I can do to help. Deliver what you need through Baron Pollun. If the other lands nearby are damaged, so are they."

"Yes, Prince. I will."

Soon, Callian got up and went out.

Uriah's eyes flutter open, trying to show her off. There was one more '0' attached to the check than the usual amount.

"You gave me enough money to buy a territory, not to repair a territory."

Uriah shakes her head.

It was because I knew it was Savvy of Kalian, not the allowance paid to the prince.

* * *

The young man smiled as softly as his personality.

In his hand is an invitation that arrived from Cairys just moments ago.

The knight sitting across from me looks worried and asks.

"Are you sure you want to go? It can be dangerous."

The young man nodded without a worry.

"I need to see Sir Manasil. I'm busy, so I should go."

The young man's stubborn knight sighed for a short time, knowing that he could no longer hold back. The young man who saw it smiled small.

The wind blows.

The young man's long blue feet shook for a moment.