How to Live as the Enemy Prince

It's so amazing.

The color red meets the color blue, but how it blends in naturally.

Sitting there, I didn't even know it was going to take time, I felt the outside of the window getting red. The two completely different colors of the sky were not at all strange, so the dreamy Great Wizard who was looking at the sky that sunset fell for a moment said something quite emotional.

"That unfortunate jumble is also Serenti's blessing."

In fact, it didn't sound very magical. But the subject that Alan was thinking about was also not wizard-worthy, so it was no big deal.

- Over 200 years ago, a scholar by the name of Zion Gerard claimed that 'human power can also make people weary.'

- Related to the origin and identity of the individual is unchecked and a record of him/her disappearing while looking for a way to prove his/her theory.

This is the implication of the findings given by Uriah.

It was said that they searched every theological book in the Wizard's Association's archive and found it, so it would be difficult to find any other information unless they went to Tensyl. In fact, I wonder if there are any other countries with accurate records about that nonsense.

The coffee that I had put down was completely cold because of the thought. I wasted my precious abilities for a while and drank a bitter cup of coffee from Alan who had magically warmed his coffee.

"Makes tired · · · · · · · · · ·."

A soliloquy similar to the one I pulled out the other day when I met Euria flowed out again.

I knew it was because of the bitterness of the coffee or because someone tried to cross the line not to invade, but my mouth was very clean.

One day, Allen, who had picked up a coconut cookie from Raul, one of his acolytes, thought again.

"My prince, you'll have a lot to worry about. When should I announce it?"

I'm not even sure if this has anything to do with it, but I need to let Kalian know about the unsteady records.

'By the way, I thought you were meeting Prince Randall.'

Then I remembered the story that Kalian wanted to meet Randall again.

That's why I decided it would be better for Kalian to talk to Randall before dealing with him with prejudice that Tensyl might not have anything to do with the current information.

Alan turns his head back out the window, grumbling and groaning.

"You have a visitor."

Then, I got up and mumbled to myself, wondering if it was okay to serve coffee at this time, and then I started pouring out coffee that was a little less intense.

A guest arrived to enjoy the new coffee aroma. Of course it was Chase.

"I was wondering if I could meet you at this time."

Allan nods and replies after sitting down.

"Your Majesty uses the old man so well, he can't leave the palace."

In fact, I couldn't think deeply about the matter with Kalian, but I just gave him an excuse that I couldn't go home because of a lot of work. Then I sat quietly, staring at the coffee, and I opened my mouth to Chase first.

"You must be feeling a little dizzy."

"How difficult it is to hide your insides in front of Lord Manasil."

Chase smiles quietly and replies.

"I came here briefly to meet Sir Manasil during the day. Then I met the Deputy Commander of the Balkans."

Oh, and Alan looks a little wasted.

It was because of the look on his face that he gave me when I first remembered Arsenal.

The commander of the Balkans, who could have been the sword of Franz. So both the king and the king must have ended it himself.

"Oh, I'm fine."

Chase looks at Allen's face and says he's got his tongue cut out.

Even Calian, who was trying to save Plants and reach out to Randall, could not forget the cold that pierced my heart.

Chase is no different.

And yet she says she's fine with a face that remembers her senses in unison.

Even Chase has seen it once.

"Knowing that you didn't go through it yourself, I don't believe the same thing will happen again. So that's fine."

"We don't usually do that. It's a person."

Kalian accepts Arsen. You brought Plants back to life. Chase believes in Calian. He's fine.

Bern, however, never forgave Devlans for his life, which almost cost Chase his life. Chase never forgave the White Repair that forced him to attack Kalian.

Kalian doesn't even know why Plants was harassing the old Kalian. Apart from being sorry for being on behalf of the old Khalian, he did not try to understand why Remain was so indifferent.

If you know why, if you think about it, you'll understand, and then eventually you'll forgive.

"What a range of understanding you both are."

No matter how hard things are in the past, emotions can mix up, but how can they be so thoroughly divided into things that are not in the past? And Chase.

"After all, he was the one who set the boundaries. I'm just following."

"You guys are amazing."

Eventually, Alan gives a sad voice and Chase smiles quietly.

"I'm not here for that. I have something to tell her."

"Why don't you just tell him in person?"

"The broken shaft of Tensyl's wagon shouldn't have been an accident."

A plea as if you hadn't heard Alan's question. Alan frowns slightly when he hears that. Even after reading those glances, Chase was speechless without any reaction to Alan's thoughts.

"I want you to keep that in mind."

Tensyl's Wagon Axle.

It was an accident where the current king and prince of Tensyl died all at once. And it was something Alan didn't know.

Even though Chase didn't understand what he was saying now, Alan nodded and replied, as it seemed to have something to do with Tensyl.

"I'll tell him that."

"Thank you."

"So, when do you want to leave?"

It was because the day I was supposed to stay was filling up.

"I'm working on it. I don't know what to do."

"If you think about Prince, you want to keep him from going forever, but if you think about it again, you want to go back to Sacritia right now · · · · · · · ·."

Alan's complicated words echo a low sigh from Chase's mouth.

because he thought the same thing.

* * *

The blade is sharper than anything Kalian makes.

Because of that, those who could face it intact were Slayman and Arsen, and Demirea and Kiri.

One of Plants' long, dry jaws looks up at the unique sword in Calian's hand.

"That's it."

Plants caught us, so we're screwed.

I've finally seen it.

It was Kalian who had been battling Plants with only his training steel sword all this time. Plants knew exactly what it meant for such a Khalian to draw out my power.

Kalian is really going to teach you his sword.

"I've never seen the blade of Earl Brissen. It will be much different from your own."

Kalian taps the floor with his sword tip and opens his mouth like this.

"I don't think it's really the Bricen sword that Evan Bricen passed on to the knights and what the knights told him. He's not worth it."

"Of course."

Plants nods quietly.

I was thinking the same thing.

There was no reason to tell Vrysen's sword to Plants, since if someone had it, either Grey or Grey's son would inherit it. It wouldn't be of any benefit to Evan if I told him about the sword that might ascend to the throne.

Calian's hand grips the loose sword.

"Of course I'm the same. I've never shown my sword to you properly either."

It was the same reason as Evan.

I was thinking it wouldn't be a good idea to show Brysen's swordsmanship to someone in Brysen.

Plants' gaze shifts to see the slight rise in Calian's blade tip. You glance down at the edge of Calian's blade with sharp, tense eyes, like a wolf facing a predator.

Calian's mouth draws a long arc line that he saw.

"As long as you look at it."

At the end of the sentence, Kalian's appearance disappears from Plants' sight.

In practice, no one sends a sword with the words, 'Then I'll begin.' That's why Kalian always started a surprise duel, even though he wasn't a weakling.

"· · · · · · · Die."

A whispering voice comes from a place where you can't see the direction. Plants swings his sword.

- Ka-ang!

A slightly heavier sword than Kyrie's prevents Kalian's attack. The blade of Plants subsequently cracked the atmosphere. The heavy striking sound erupts with the sound of tearing air.

Plants' swords are also not weak.

It is never weak.

Not as easy as losing to Demirea. After ten fights, he thought Plants would win two or three times. Considering the difference in training time, Plants is also talented. I have blood on my hands.

- Yuck!

Kang!

A fierce sound is produced, intertwined with Calian-like and silent swords. With a sharp day in place, the swarming sword is blocked by a heavy aura. And then we attack again.

Calian pulls out his sword, rushing towards the heart, and throws it out as if it were rotating in the direction in which the force extended. After swiftly twisting your waist, Plants draws his sword diagonally.

- Ka-ang!

You see Calian, who stopped the attack with a sword you don't know when it was retrieved, pushes out his sword. Since then, no one has counted how many have been back and forth. Sharp attacks and defenseless defenses continue.

Kalian's appearance disappears again.

Speed at which the previous movement is different from the previous one.

Obviously, it was faster than me. How the hell am I supposed to get that speed?

- Yuck!

Suddenly, Plants feels a rush behind him, twisting his sword forward. An unbearably intense strike sounds and an invisible sword is blocked right in front of Plants' glabella.

"If you think too much, you die."

You're annoying!

"Stop barking."

He frowns slightly and looks back at Plants again. A splendid trail spreads through the air.

It's not where Callian was standing, it's not where he was going, but in a completely different direction.

- Ka-ang!

The sound of the collision with the blade tears the air.

A smile is painted on Calian's mouth as he hurriedly stops and repels Plants' attack. In that short amount of time, Plants reads Calian's line and 'notices' the next location.

Smart plants, too.

Kalian crashes into the ground.

A body taller than my height suddenly disappears, distorting its shape. Once again, Plants quickly decides where to turn to the right and extends his sword.

And then...

- Saaaak!

Along with a bad feeling around the neck, his teeth went to Hangi Plants.

A glass-shaped sword extending completely opposite the expected direction slits Plants' throat lightly.

I cut his throat again.

It was Calian's victory.

* * *

The warmth in Hina's hands is young.

After one strike with Kalyan, Hina begins to heal the wounds on Plants' neck. Calian's eyes narrow to see that. It was because of a sudden memory.

The reason why Plants used to make swords in order to obtain a carriage. Maybe they didn't just take the carriage just because it's a precious material.

'Maybe the other one wasn't a Siegfried ball.'

A sword that can contain error, one used by Plants and the other sent as a Siegfried Duke. I think maybe it wasn't just for Slay. And maybe again.

"I have high expectations, sir."

"Again."

He must have said, "I'll bark again," so Kalian ignored it lightly. Hina, who was listening to these two conversations, smiled quietly and gestured.

- All right, I got it.

It wasn't that big of a wound, so nothing was quick.

After the wound treatment, Plants gets up and walks out of the training ground without a word. After a brief glance behind Plants, Hina shifts her hands toward Khalian.

- Thank goodness.

"What?"

And Hina gave the answer with a sunny smile as always.

- I think he's friendly with Prince Charming and Prince Charming.

· · · · · · · Hmm. Wait a minute.

There's one thing you shouldn't mix up.

Calian's feet stopped quietly looking at the gesture of 'It doesn't hurt to put it in my eyes.' I thought I would see it one day, but I've always wanted to see it because of one word that I didn't have.

However, the rational thinking that we should distinguish between "like" and "good" just opened up with a smiley face.

"Please wait a moment, sir."

My dearest brother, why don't you fight me for one more time?

It was a pretty smile with that meaning.