How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Starting in the morning, I was busy walking around the square.

It is because the preparations for Remain's birthday festival began in earnest.

The square was as wide as the royal palace, so the work on decorating and installing the structures in and out of the square was long.

When so many people start a busy day.

- Polygon, polygon!

A cheerful hoof echoes through the square.

It was forbidden to enter the public square until the work was done, so this would be the sound of a guest visiting the royal palace, not the square.

'Who else came this time?'

Those who turned their heads in the direction of the sound of that thought stood up in surprise. He quickly bowed his head and showed an example. It was not a person who came to the palace, but because he confirmed that it was a 'someone' coming from the palace.

"McDreamy!"

Black hair, black suit. And a black horse.

A prince who can leave the palace without an escort.

Of course it was Kalian.

Normally, Kalian would walk slowly but take all the greetings of the people in a voice that made a particularly loud hoof. However, today, I was rushing somewhere, giving light eyes to those who said hello as if they were busy.

Where's the rush?

After climbing into Raven, just before running, behind the doubts of those who see themselves, Kalian crosses the bridge of the Senho River and has entered the streets of Vanessa for a long time.

"Lawton Forge."

As I entered the store with a familiar name that arrived like that, the owner of the muscle still woke up surprised. And I greeted him with a very awkward gesture.

Thanks to this, the chair that the owner was sitting on fell with the sound of sugar candy, but he seemed to be distracted. All of these behaviors were completely inappropriate, but Calian smiled quietly as it looked.

"It's been a while."

It's like I've seen it before.

In the head of the owner who had been wandering around for a long time, I heard a strange boy's voice that had been visited a year ago.

"Oh, by the way, last year!"

"You remembered."

Calian wanted to settle the excitement of coming here first, thinking about what happened and wanting to talk a little more.

"My acolyte left me with a good ingredient not long ago."

Then he added, pointing to my eyes.

"He has different eyes. You want to remember that, too?"

"Yes, Prince. I remember. Please wait a moment and we'll get it right back to you."

"Yes, I see."

With Calian's permission, the owner enters the store, scrambling to be able to tell whether he's cleaning his things or sweeping them away. Soon after, you come out with two swords and politely place them in front of Callian.

"Here you go."

Kalian's eyes glisten with the sword.

It was a sword made of steel, material that had waited so long.

It was also the reason Kiri was out for two months.

After acquiring meteorites and returning home on the day of suspension, Kiri used them as well as the recently completed Movement Wizards.

"I was really surprised by the train. How did you find this?"

"That's how it happened."

The reason why Kalian remembers where the meteorites fell and when was simple. It was because Bern used to covet this very much.

The Bricen Merchant Guild accidentally picked up a meteorite and participated in an auction. Finally, they lost. Chase asked Devilan to give him a sword, which was the last time he saw Bern.

Calian, who reminds me a lot of things, finally has the sword in his hand that he never had.

"Once again, the best of the best, Prince. Even if you use error, you will endure it for several generations."

Of course I will.

Unless you're beaten by Arsen.

Anyway, Calian began examining the two swords with a very satisfied face. A dark grey day close to black light was emitting a sharp aura.

"Which one of these is the prince's sword?"

In response, Calian opened his mouth with a meaningless smile.

"Neither is mine."

There is no reason to waste this precious carriage, as there is a more efficient Kalian sword. That's why Kalian won't be able to use it himself in this lifetime.

The sword, which boasted the slimmer of both, belonged to the Kyrie, of course. And not one of them belonged to Callian.

Seeing the owner looking at him with a light swing with his sword, he said again as if he was not happy.

"I'm happy for you, Prince. When you came last year, you couldn't lift your sword."

· · · · · · Oops.

The master's words and Calian's movements stand still at the same time.

You're making fun of me! '

The owner thinks he made a mistake, and Calian seems to have discovered the secret again.

'Oh, right.'

When I first came here, the one who couldn't raise his sword with my own hands was thrown into the Sword Master in less than a year. Does that make sense? Of course not.

Allen's nagging echoes in his ears, asking if he's been spotted again.

"Oh, that."

Callian said with an odd look on his face that he was trying to make a natural smile.

"You all know that. At that time, yes. I was having a cold."

"Ah · · · · · · · The former Queen's · · · · · · Ah · · Yes. I understand."

Who in Cairysis didn't know that Kalian had a cold that was Silica's poison?

The owner cleared his question with a 'Then so' expression. I understood the awkward words of Kalian, who couldn't lie, because he was embarrassed to bring up stories that were hard to tell outside his mouth.

Memories and excuses.

Kalian rushes out of there, unable to stay any longer. It was because I felt like I would get caught if there were more.

Then I got into Raven and went to the Pollun School of Magic.

* * *

"Anything new?"

Perhaps if the Lord of the Lawton Forge had seen it, he would have tilted his head. Looking at the sword, he was so excited that his face suddenly disappeared.

Once again, Uriah, who has used the Wizards' network, shakes her head and answers.

"Yes, Prince. There is no movement from the Temples of Tensyl yet. The Grey Brissen Change Bag is still in the White House."

"If I'd listened to Mr. Plants, I would've come sooner, but it's pretty slow."

Uriah smiled for a moment and replied.

"Maybe it's the Duke of Siegfried?"

"The Duke of Siegfried."

"We're moving differently because of the Movement Wizard. I originally set out two months ago to come from Siegfried to Cairosis, but I thought that Duke Siegfried might not attend this festival because he wouldn't move for less than a month."

"You mean Siegfried was thinking of returning to Cairysis because he didn't think he would come this time."

"Yes, I think so, Prince. That's why I was curious to come here. The Duke of Siegfried had just arrived at the ducal palace in the capital, so he postponed his appointment."

Grey doesn't know yet.

The Movement Magic Team.

Slayman had no reason to leave two months ago. because there was a movement magician.

Slayman left the duc just five days ago and arrived at Siegfried's mansion in Cairysis.

Kalian nods and answers.

"That's a strong word. I didn't know magicians could do this, but it's not bad."

There was only one reason for Grey to avoid Slay.

It is because no matter how strong Grey's error is, it cannot be more powerful than Slayman's. So if Slay doesn't feel the Grey's error, then I'm sure anyone would find it strange.

"Then Grey will try to postpone coming to Cairosis after her birthday party. You don't want to run into a Siegfried ball."

"Yes. If that's what I'm saying it is, I think it will, Prince."

Uriah, who expressed her positivity in Calian's words, told me about the second time she looked at Calian nodding her head.

"And among the Temples of Tensyl, you asked me to see if there were any others on their way to the capital. The Temples of Tensyl were not scattered. The same person who entered Cairosis yesterday."

After hearing that, Calian opens his mouth after a moment of thought.

"Very well. Then see if you can find a priest named Malcolm Chetish."

"Yes, Prince."

"And keep looking at the synagogues. So is the Brissen Change Bag."

"Yes, don't worry."

Callian adds one thing to his remarks, seeing Uriah answer kindly.

"I'm putting things in order, and I think I'm overzealous for the sorcerers of the struggling society because of the magic cultivation."

Uriah, who put down a cup of lemon tea in front of her, replies.

"A wizard can never do what he doesn't want to do, even if it's hard work. You don't have to worry about it because they like to help."

Kalian nods, smiling.

* * *

Euria was right.

Wizards can never do what they don't want to do, even if they have to do the hard work. That's why the Balkans at Wilhelm Cove were still working hard today.

Thanks to Plants, of course.

What Plants is teaching us now is to keep the blunt wizards from dying.

The primary goal was not to die in an attack between spells and magic, and to allow the entire Balkans to cast spells as if they were one person.

As a result, physical fitness training is carried out every day to allow wizards to move and breathe as one body.

The time when Callian was meeting Euria outside the palace. Plants was heading towards the Wilhelm coffin. Unlike usual, I was walking slowly instead of riding the wagon while taking a walk.

The Bilhelm Cove was supposed to pass by the Arfia Palace where Remain would be, and the steward spoke with him when he approached the Arfia Palace.

"Prince, I have a guest for lunch today. Prince Randall said it was difficult to attend a different lunch."

As the festival was approaching, the princes were busy again. There was a meeting every meal. Plants that were no longer able to behave as they did last year did not fall on that schedule.

"Who is the guest?"

"Two, including Earl Manasil, with no information about the other."

The king, the princes, and someone connected to Alan. It's a strange combination.

I concluded that Plants, thinking that it might be Slayman, would no longer be. If he was, he had no reason to hide it.

At lunchtime, however, Plants nods without another word and pauses for a moment.

"Who are you to hide your face from the royal palace?"

The servant who saw the same appearance from behind heard a small voice speaking like this.

Plants stopped for the same reason.

In the Palace of Cairus, the one who was about to enter the Arfia Palace was covering his face with a white robe hood.

The appearance was very eye-catching.

As a result, Plants continued to see him standing in his place.

Did you feel that look, or was it a coincidence?

The robed one also stopped walking. Then you turn your head to look at Plants. Even without a hood, it wasn't exactly eye contact, but Plants felt instinctive. That he's looking right at himself.

Plants' eyes slowly open as he looks at his opponent.

"Why are you here?"

The number of attendants, their outfits, and the strength of the accompanying knights. Long blue feet below the robe.

And...

Unknown objection.

I had never seen it, but Plants could tell.

"· · · · · · The crown prince of Cecritia."

As if to hear it.

Chase Durahan, a young man in the White Robe, slowly approaches Plants.