How to Live as the Enemy Prince

White and long fingers came together neatly.

I don't know whether the sword in his hand was more special than any other sword in the world or whether the blessing of the Sispanian influenced such a place, but there were not even scars or stiff arrows on his immature white hands.

The hand quietly went up, not only in the thick blood, but also in the muddy water. The red eyes, which you consider to be blood and say are the colors of the remaining rubies, are hidden under your hands. So, Kalyan raises his hand and covers his face for a moment.

I could not help but smile.

The thin shoulders shrug for a moment, and then move wide enough to make you think you're drooling. Afterwards, an unbearable laugh came out.

And finally, a laugh broke out.

When I went to Alan's house, I saw a lingering floral statue singing and laughed like this. It's consistent this time.

"Ah, wizards."

I really do.

Wizards.

I took another look at what Callian said in his hands.

[Why did we break the shop?]

[Remembering the time when my rationality was extremely emotional.]

[A rising question. Why we're fine.]

With these titled papers in his hand, something in the form of a report, Calian smiled as if he couldn't straighten his waist or breathe.

"They must be crazy."

And I barely opened my mouth and said,

So, in Calian's hand, this is a report from the wizards, a reflection gate, to be exact.

There was a quarrel between some of the wizards in Balkan who went out for a drink the other day and a group. That became a fight, and all the good wizards won. The angry mob brings their friends. Thus, the peaceful conversation became a shambles.

That's fine.

The problem occurred afterwards.

Magically hits people.

I shop not only for people, but also for shops.

I asked him why he went to the store, and he said he couldn't remember.

"Why did you drink? I'm already crazy."

Oh, I see.

I've already turned around and drank.

"No one's turned around enough to drink."

This way, Khalian looks back at the police report, muttering something Jan couldn't understand.

I should have known when the title of the report was like this.

Of course, I know I didn't look down on Calian or use him that way to mock him. So I laughed.

The top of the transcript was written by someone entitled [Intensive Exploration: Correlation between Liquor and Violence]. Not because I was in charge of this work or because I was the top person, but because it was the most 'serious looking' title.

They know.

How funny it is to be a wizard.

The wizards' reports have only been given to Kalyan by Alan and Uriah. So I've never seen a real wizard write a report before. And what was written in it was more than the title.

"Dear Prince,"

Yan, who was standing next to him, pauses for a moment as a harsh word pours out from the mouth of the flowering prince. Definitely laughed, smiling eyes, smiling mouth, but different atmosphere.

I was angry.

And a lot of it, too.

As Jan notices, Calian turns his gaze away from the police report. Then he expressing his face toward Yan.

"Don't look. You don't have to."

Jan nods, smiling slightly. However, I did not bring up the sound of 'please speak softly' again.

Ha, Khalian sighs again.

"He said no one else was hurt?"

The person who speaks here did not mean one man in a fight. The unscathed wizards are breathing in the coffin of Wilhelm.

"Shop's a little broken, some people are hurt, but no one's hurt or dead."

"Thank goodness. What did Lord Hertz do without stopping you? We wouldn't be fighting together."

There was no mention of Arsen in the report, and I believed that none of this would have happened if Arsen had existed.

"He said he went home before the fight started."

Arsen was a drunken, weak sorcerer.

But what's so good about going out for a drink? Why would someone who can't even drink go in first and make a living?

If you say something like that, Calian mutters quietly, worried about the elephant again.

After a brief glimpse of one of the police reports, Calian nods.

"Pay me first, and call Lord Hertz."

The wizards who were taken into custody said this had nothing to do with Balkan or the royal palace. Either way, the guards immediately informed the palace.

Alan had been with Callian since early that morning. That's why Calian listened to the urgent report. As soon as he heard the story, Alan asked Callian for his opinion on what to do about this.

It's not Le Maine, it's Calian.

They said it was an accident, not an individual, anyway.

So Callian says he'll think about it for a while and sends Alan back first. Since the wizards dug their own graves, there was no reason to stand by and watch.

"Yes, Prince. I understand."

"No, wait."

Calian changes his mind and smiles.

At the same time, Plants sits across the street, quietly moving his fork, pausing for a moment. The one lying on his knee.

'I am Prince Plants' favorite cat, Prince Kalian. '

The cat grows its fur and makes a low threat.

It's because they both felt a small lifestyle that wouldn't be suitable for a meal. Khalian looks at the elephant with a round eye, not knowing anything.

"Just tell him I'm coming."

First mistake.

While this was happening, I was going to make sure I didn't make this mistake again.

if they knew what they were doing wrong.

* * *

Alan smiles satisfactorily after eating a bite of the cookie that Grand Chamberlain Raul left.

"Did Eline send you?"

Because of the preservation magic, the coconut texture was still alive, with a light and smooth flavor. The cookie made by the chef responsible for the meal of Elinne king of Libern was also his favorite when he stayed in Libern.

Remain frowning at the Balkans, looking at Allen like that and trying to say something. He just shuts up. He reminded me that whatever happened in the palace was Allen who didn't care much about anything other than Calian.

And I knew there was always a corner of Allen's belief in being so peaceful. Le Maine nodded and replied.

"That's right."

If Chase gave Le Maine tangerines for Calian, then Eline sent Le Maine cookies for Allen.

Alan laughs for a moment because it's fun and he's sorry for not noticing it.

"It's not that big a deal. Don't worry."

"The elite troops of the palace drank wine outside the palace and acted accordingly. How could they not think of that?"

"The two princes won't be able to solve such a big deal. You'll be fine."

"You mean you've left it to the princes."

Alan nods and takes a bite a moment ago and puts the remaining half of the cookie in his mouth. Le Maine, who saw it, opened her mouth.

"There's a bit of a difference between training your troops and cleaning up their accidents."

"It's going to be difficult. You'll do better than anyone. That's what princes have been doing."

Keeping cookies in his mouth, Alan swallows them all and then relaxes the answers out.

Lemaine's face is slightly stiff. I thought I knew what to say. That's why I'm going to try to make sense of it, but Alan's mouth doesn't shut.

"Behind the scenes of His Majesty."

Yeah, it is.

It's all my fault.

Remain sighs as if he had given up hearing another voice as the wizard of Balkan spoke of drinking and fighting.

* * *

Plants looks at Kalian for a moment.

I was about to start my lunch, rather than calling it a late morning.

Khalian slices the ham and opens his mouth quietly.

"· · · · · · · I'm not that violent. Don't look at me like that, because I won't hold a sword or pull out a club directly from the wizards of Balkan."

Plants gives you a short laugh.

Plants knows that Kalian can't lie. So that's what Kalian said.

Plants nods roughly, considering what he's done, which he doesn't think is violent. I just ignored it or something.

"Come with me. Sir Hertz is also a bowler. I was supposed to look at it yesterday, but since I didn't see it, why don't I just go see my face with the gymnosophist?"

"Got it."

Plants, who said he would accompany, but did not intend to intervene in this matter, replied: I told Arsen that I would take my brother with me anyway.

Kalian asks for the flat-mouthed bread made with white cheese.

"What would you like us to do?"

"Take care of it."

As if he wasn't interested, Plants looked down and replied:

"I think you're interested."

How Kalian will punish the wizards of Balkan.

There's no way I wouldn't be interested. I couldn't do it.

Maybe it's the first thing Plants is growing that has nothing. Plants was clearly interested in the Balkans, although they regarded them as' rented goods' that could not be entirely owned by Plants.

So you could see the light that worries you for a little while.

In case Kalian gets really mad at the wizards.

"Wizards are not angry because they drink and think."

"I know."

"Do you know why I'm angry?"

Calian grins and looks at Plants.

If you knew, you would have understood by now, or not Callian. Suddenly, I was trying to confirm this.

Plants frowns.

"It's not like my brother doesn't believe me."

"Yes. No."

"Then why are you suddenly changing your attitude?"

"You've changed your attitude."

"You didn't check. Originally."

Callian replies with a faint voice, as if the bookshelf is collapsing.

"I did it."

That's why Plants is so upset.

I think I know why Kalian suddenly changed his attitude.

Kalian drinks a sip of the red tomato juice next to him. He then turned to Plants, who was still staring at him.

"Sir, if you're half as smart as that, you won't die for long."

"· · · · · · · Now it's time to bark every day."

If it had been the way it was, Calian would have just laughed at Plants. But not this time.

"I'll teach you. All of them."

The bloodshot red eyes meet Plants.

"So, don't just say you want to live by your mouth, don't be sneaky, don't think about helping out appropriately, don't pretend you don't care."

Plants' eyes are silently locked.

"I want you to shadow me for the rest of your life, and don't even think about living like you do now."

To live a good life.

I'll teach you everything you need to know.