How to Live as the Enemy Prince

- Parlack.

Today, Euria was also the head of the Wizard's Association and the boss of the Kalian organization dedicated to intelligence. Alan opens his mouth after handing over the documents that Uriah gave him.

"This."

Then I shut up again.

Alan was on his way to check on the Black Stone Calian had asked for.

"Keep it," he said. "You'll know when the time comes." '

It reminds me of Calian's voice, speaking from the Sispanians for a moment. It may be true, but nothing about the Black Stone came out of any of the ancient books. It was just that Uriah delivered something a little more interesting to Alan apart from that.

Alan leaned back on the couch and cleared his mind for a moment.

"Did you do this alone?"

"Yes."

Alan gazes at Euria with his eyes wide open. After seeing that, Uriah asked with a somewhat tense face.

"Now that you know such a big secret, you're dead, that's what you're going to say."

I don't know what kind of sick joke a kid teaches. While thinking about it, Alan's face hardens as he looks at Euria. It's a face, not a joke.

"How can you say that to me?"

Uriah, who didn't blink an eye and was about to answer, kept his mouth shut. It's because I realized Allan was the least lethal among those who were around Calian and knew how to use force.

"You are a very rational and compassionate Archmage. I made a vow."

Alan nods, smiling and watching Euria change her words. Then I picked up the apple in front of me and stopped. It was because I saw that the apple peel was green.

Alan, who took a sip of tea instead of an apple, clearly said, looking at Euria.

"Anyway, never let this go to your mouth."

"For the prince."

"To the prince."

Uriah frowns slightly. It's because I was reluctant to follow the instructions not to tell Callian.

"Earl Manasil. I'm not exactly in a predominant relationship with the prince, but this is what he said to find out."

Like Kiri.

Alan chews his tongue out.

No matter what Kalian told us to do, we don't listen to Cyril or Euria to keep our mouths shut for a reason.

Maybe Urea was just bragging about Allen like a living god. It's good to say that she hates it now.

"You shouldn't know that now. I'll tell you what. You keep your mouth shut."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

"Don't touch this anymore. I could really die."

The name of the Wizard's Association was not in vain. In terms of power, it was Euria that was clearly superior to Arsenal. However, 'they' had a good idea of the condition of the Kalian, and this time he replied obediently without saying anything else.

"Yes, I will."

Fortunately, Euria listens better than Kiri.

Alan shakes his head unwittingly, because he's amazed at what he has to think of this. Then I handed the document over to the front and started reading it again from the first chapter.

"Man-made pride · · · · · · · · ·."

A low murmur comes out of Alan's mouth that may be worrying or afraid.

* * *

Callian once thought about that.

Elves aren't all bad.

And Remain was thinking,

'Why are all the Elves like that?'

Regrettably, Remain's face is frozen cold, without ever experiencing the presence of a good elf like Shia.

There aren't enough Elves to try to use Prince Cairis 3 while he's in Roselita. They haven't even apologized properly.

The Elvish emissary came to celebrate Remain's birthday. Le Maine did not allow them to stay in their palace. 'If you really want to stay in the palace, apologize this time and come back later.' Of course, it was a follow-up notification that Le Maine had never mentioned when she allowed Elves to visit Cairosis.

So in a word, it's a big club called 'Welcome to my son's headache.'

The Elves were unable to protest immediately. Le Maine kept postponing her meeting because of Calian's divergence and the explosion in the palace.

"This is how you raise a job that would have ended well if you had told the Elder in advance. Those who caused problems are now being punished according to our rules."

"Whether the troubled elf was punished or not."

It was not that important, so Remain responded coldly.

"That's all I have to keep in mind."

In fact, if I had endured this much, I would have endured it a lot.

When I heard through Allan what Khalian hadn't told me, I could hardly turn back my desire to send an army to scorch the forest.

"If you feel any discomfort, tell your elders to speak directly. Of course there should be apologies and gratitude before that."

"Apologies and gratitude. What are you apologizing for and what are you thanking me for?"

"Apologize for mistreating the prince of the land. Nevertheless, thanks to the mercy of the prince who spared them."

Remain's eyes glow coldly.

* * *

This wouldn't have happened if we had sent the acolytes ahead of us.

I know it's too late to regret it. Knowing it and blaming myself for thinking this way, it seemed like the emotions that had to be hidden would be revealed.

"I am Arsen Hertz, deputy commander of the Kairis Wizard Balkans. Greetings to the prince of Cecretia."

I stopped by Arfia, Le Maine's manservant palace to meet Alan. When I heard Alan was absent on an external schedule, I ran into him on my way out of the Arfia Palace.

- The king is dead.

A little younger face and a little longer hair.

Still confident, still polite and still cool.

Chase places his hand on his chest for a moment. He struggled to give a quiet smile and replied to Arsen in front of him.

- Thought I'd meet the king, but not like this. That's too bad.

"Here we are."

At Chase's response, Arsen looks down once more. Though I always felt that it was different from the usual greeting, Knight Tailan stood behind Chase without saying anything else.

- I hope you don't blame me too much.

I don't know how to complain.

How do we fold it all up and accept it?

You're shaking like this with memories of things you haven't been through.

Chase closes his eyes for a moment and opens his eyes because his mind has not been erased. He glances back and opens his mouth, still standing in front of him.

"Deputy Chief · · · · · · · · Hertz. I've heard a lot of names. I'm following Prince Kalian."

Thy Highness, I don't know why he cares about other people's affairs. Thylan's eyes cross for a moment, saying that Arsen and our Lord are putting the secrets that the Sezards have learned in their mouths.

That way, Arsen opens his mouth, giving Tailan and his emotional greetings.

"The Balkans follow you."

Arsen Hertz, the Deputy Chief of Balkans, simply said he was following Le Maine.

Arsen Hertz, who works magic and does not retreat from fighting, enjoys explosions, was not something to inform the foreign prince that he only listens to Kalian.

I don't know if that's the answer, but Chase nods without a word.

Chase, who was about to lose his composure, opens his mouth again because he ran into Arsen with no preparations.

"I'm sorry to hear about the palace."

Arsen lowers his head for a moment. I think I've heard it a hundred times so far. I was eager, but I didn't expect the prince of another country to say this.

"An old building, by the way, but I couldn't help but notice."

Chase's words were quite surprising to Arsen.

Arsen looks at Chase's purple eyes.

There was too much relaxation in the speech of an unfamiliar person.

"Could it be as foolish as missing something more important by being stuck in time?" "

That's why Arsen replied:

I stopped to see if you could tell me where Cairys is in that kind of building. He was not enough to fight the foreign prince, no matter how Arsen.

"I see."

Chase chuckles.

Arsenal worked without knowing what Kalian's 'more important' intentions were. He laughed because he knew it.

Chase asked me this question because Arsen is a wizard. Chase knew how important it was for the Wizard to have the Sispanian stay. For this reason, I made sure that Arsen had not hesitated to tear down such a palace just because Khalian wanted it. I wanted to know if Arsen had such loyalty.

And I learned that Arsen had done what he believed would be more important than that building.

Chase nods quietly.

- I'm so sorry.

That day.

The last thing Arsen said to me came to mind.

* * *

"Have you met the Earl of Brissen?"

It was a sudden question, but Plants answered without even turning his head.

"Not yet."

"Yes."

This is still how Kalian and Plants talked. The length of the conversation was short and there were few words to go and go.

The day Silica heard the scream, the prince's breakfast was completely gone. But until then, it wasn't that uncomfortable for Plants to have few conversations because he had been eating together in silence.

There's only one inconvenience.

"Why do you keep coming?"

I just sit in front of my brother every time he eats.

That's what I wanted for the first two days. Thinking about Plants, I knew I wasn't the type of person to come up to the fourth floor and eat, but I didn't even know why, so I just fell quietly.

So for two days, I ate without saying anything.

And yet, it keeps coming. as if he hadn't left Plants' room since that day.

"Wouldn't it be nice to talk to you?"

"I'll bark again."

The audacious response that was not mixed at all is sincere, and Plants gives an annoying voice. After eating a lot of that bread, meat and salad, he waved his hand to see if the banana was not full.

"You've finished. He doesn't even touch the fruit."

"Don't interfere, answer."

"I'll teach you the sword."

Callian smiles and replies. He continued to say in a seemingly insignificant tone, not caring why it could be the answer to why it kept coming.

"He's taller. He's weaker than I thought. You have to eat well enough to learn how to use a sword. So they keep coming."

· · · · · · No. I kept barking.

I don't like that attitude that never gave me a choice in the first place, but I don't hate learning the sword. Rather, he's taking it so lightly that he'll be pleased.

"Get out."

"Yes."

It's only when I listen well that I get annoyed.