How to Live as the Enemy Prince

I feel like I'm getting a hangover that I never had.

Arsen shakes his head as he starts to tingle. And I looked at the thirteen wizards standing in front of me one by one.

I like horses. They're only fifty men.

It's not enough compared to what Kalian thinks it is. Maybe it's time to get started.

Arsen, however, has failed to manage only fifty Balkans.

Of course, whoever they are, they cannot follow them outside the palace and control them. Controlling the wizards. It would be easier to go to Alan and ask him if you knew your disciples weren't normal, too.

So it was Arsenal's job to make sure it didn't get out of control. However, it turns out that Arsen has been doing nothing.

"I learned not to lose a fight, but I have to use it when I fight. When will I use it?" I understand that. I use magic when I'm angry. "

Arsen glances at his crew like this and makes a sound that is not soliloquy.

"If you fight, the shop will fly away. What if you guys weren't drunk enough to shoot in some weird place and the store was there? So I understand that."

I've blown it a few times myself. It's okay. It's okay.

Every time I did, I just got a little poorer.

"We fought like wizards, we didn't lose, we didn't get hurt. Well done."

Yes, you can.

I know that there is a lot of stress because the system is not fully set up yet and I have been trained every day. I drink alcohol because I'm excited, and I can argue with it. If you can't resist, you can bring out magic. I told you, it's magic I learned to do.

"It's the wizards' fault for making fun of them."

Look at those guys standing in front of you.

No matter how crazy I look at it, I'm a wizard. But you should have gone for it.

If it would be unfair for a Wizard to attack ordinary people, then they must have learned magic. If you can't do that, watch your mouth.

"But the problem is."

Arsen, who seemed to understand it all, blurred his words to the point where he didn't fit in. The thirteen wizards clammed their mouths together to see if they knew something was wrong.

"I had an accident yesterday and went into security at dawn, and I heard about it after I heard it from the captain and Deputy Chief Plants. Oh, Prince Kalian knows that."

The wizards' heads soften as they continue to speak without breathing or accent.

"Besides, you said the security detail had nothing to do with the Balkans."

This part was impenetrable.

Arsenal once again looked around at the crew.

No, I tried to.

"Deputy Hertz."

Unless someone's pretty voice cut Arsen's throat.

* * *

"Oww!"

And I heard something I shouldn't have to hear in a place like this.

Plants turns his head to the sound of the cat.

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

The cat came close one day.

I didn't go to Wilhelm with Calian.

Plants didn't think whether he felt bad, had something to think about, or for some other reason. I just sent Kalian.

Then I found the trail of sponsorship and met the cat.

The call to Plants frightens me, and I see myself spraying on my legs, probably looking for Plants. Plants opens his mouth quietly, hugging the one he couldn't hate.

"Fearless."

You sneak into the rose garden, you sneak into Plants' room. After coming to such a remote place without fear.

"· · · · · · · What if I get lost."

"Miyaow!"

The cat makes a sound, as if it understood what Plants was saying. Plants eventually sits on a bench, smiling with his cat in his arms. Plants raises his head for a moment as he looks for the palm of his hand and strokes the cat holding my head.

The sky is so blue.

The sunlight from each tree casts its shadow to where Plants sits. Looking at it reminds me of what Kalian said again.

- I don't want you to shadow me for the rest of your life.

You already know why Plants is being so mean. Plants can't help but get annoyed by what he knows.

"· · · · · · · Insane."

"Meow!"

How could I understand my master's insult and make a sound like it was bruised by a cat? Plants turned his back on the cat without even knowing it.

"They call him crazy. Why."

"Meow! Meow!"

Ha.

Plants sighs briefly.

I can't believe you're arguing with a cat. I think it would be less ridiculous to deal with Arsen.

The breeze blows for a moment while while you argue with your cat.

- Saa · · · · · · · · · ·.

Birch leaves are small and shaky.

A sunny wind swept through the sound of a leaf.

The windblown head pierces the eye. Plants' hands suddenly stopped, lifting his head and clearing out the hair.

Hina stands.

Hina, who was standing helplessly in the mood of seeing something she shouldn't have seen, quickly gave an example to Plants.

The prince, who was arguing with the cat, opened his mouth to see Hina like that.

"Why."

Hina smiled because it seemed like it was a word for why he was looking at me like that. Of course, it is a pure smile that is different from that of the nature of Calian.

Hina points her finger at the feet of the cat and Plants, holding something in one hand. Plants nods as it seems to ask if it's okay to go near the cat.

After a few more steps, Hina lowers what she holds in her hand a little further away from Plants. I glanced at it and it was blue ice cream in a cup.

In order for Hina to speak, of course she had to have nothing in her hand. Because of this, Plants did not say much to the servant who placed something next to him.

- The sun was shining, and he took the cat out, and then he ran away.

It was hard for everyone to understand.

For this reason, Plants only understood that Hina had brought her cat out for a reason.

- The cat followed the good prince. You must really like Prince Charming.

I think the cat really does something about Prince Charming. '

And this time it looked like this.

The two words look exactly alike. It was different behind me.

Now I know what that meant.

'Good prince.'

Plants is at least more rational than Calian. Because of this, I did not misunderstand the difference between "good" in front and "like" in after.

Still.

A good prince.

The ratings were very wrong. Too much went wrong.

The leaves that spin around in the wind are calm and peaceful, like a wave that glistens in light green. Hina smiles as she tells you that her eyes look exactly the same.

It's too hard for Plants to understand. Instead, I talked to him, pointing to the ice cream next to him.

- Ice cream. You like it? I didn't eat it.

Only Hina is the maid who encourages the prince to put the food on the chair. Plants smiles in response to the audacity.

"I hate it. It's blue."

The word blue and round was like the eyes of someone upstairs. It was not a good thing to tell Hina.

The first person to see Hina smiles silently because the blueberries are blue.

- So, what's your favorite flavor?

Plants shuts up for a moment.

I was asked for the first time to wonder what I liked.

I wonder what I liked.

There was nothing that came to mind.

I lived as I needed to be seen. I hated a lot but didn't remember what I liked.

I remembered when I thought that everything that was sweet was bad.

What I like.

"· · · · · · · Strawberries."

That's why I replied so late.

Hina, who looks at you with a big nod, moves her hand. Along the tip of his hand, his gaze shifted as well.

- Next time, I'll ask the chef to bring me strawberry ice cream.

There was another word I did not know, but I could understand what it meant. I could also see how annoyed I was by the cat who likes me and the maid who asked me what I like.

So Plants nodded and replied.

"Yes."

I didn't ask what it meant exactly.

Your brother will tell you anything to keep you alive. I thought I'd have to clear my head to learn that. So I decided to ask later what words I didn't know.

Plants' favorite strawberry-flavored ice cream.

* * *

Callian listens very well to Alan.

I listened closely to Alan telling me not to use a knife, and I listened to the club. I took the club out and squeezed Grey.

He listens very well to Plants.

Technically, I didn't say it first, but I knew I was worried about pulling out a knife or a club. So this time I didn't take out the knife or the club.

However.

I didn't say I wouldn't be angry.

- Buck, buck, buck.

Kalian doesn't look at anyone. I was walking in without a word. Slowly.

It is overwhelming.

The sound of shoes approaching at a relaxed pace shakes the Training Ground of the Wilhelm. There was only one more person who had already entered the place where there were fifty-one people, but the air changed.

You're not just an adult, you're not just an aristocrat. You know, you're pressing down on all the Balkans wizards who would have said every single one of them had the ability to sail.

After knowing that the queen's residence had been destroyed, the wizard's face, which was saying "Oops", became stiff. The faces of the wizards in front of him were pale.

The slightest sound of shoes stops at Arsen's side.

Following the pause, the wizards' gazes converge.

The real owner of the Balkans, whom they summoned from my mouth.

Towards Callian.

"Deputy Hertz."

It was an arsenic who had already experienced Calian's life in an invisible place when Calian was fighting Grey. Compared to that time, the current strength was nothing.

Despite knowing it, Arsen, named after him, took a deep breath without even knowing it. After that, I was able to answer 'yes'.

Calian opens his mouth, looking at Arsenal for a moment.

"I'll do it."

I'll scold you. I'll punish you. I'll take good care of it. I'm warning you. Not like this.

I'll kill them all.

That's the simplest thing.

This is what it sounds like.

Arsen nods, ignoring the sound that translates into his mind. How am I supposed to stop Callian from stepping up? I also felt that I needed to be informed of this opportunity.

"Do that, Prince."

With Arsen's answer, Calian turns to the wizards.

I feel my heart burning with red eyes, staring at thirteen wizards one by one.

"These are the ones. Nothing to do with the Balkans." "

You already know, but you ask:

Arsen doesn't answer, and the wizards shake their heads.

I didn't need another answer. Because of this, Kalian takes a step towards the wizards. Along with him, a very quiet voice settles in everyone's ears.

"What should I do?"

My real life started to bloom.

Just like the last one was a greeting to see me. Tens of millions of blades slash through the wizards with an eerie aura.

"I thought they were alive and in my arms for the rest of their lives. I am."

Once again, the blood fades from the wizards' faces.

A faint sense of responsibility for protecting Balkans' honor.

Late worries about the Balkans not being harmed. Just one word between the Wizard and the Balkans.

I realize now that I have escaped from the fence called 'Kalian' which can somehow protect and take responsibility for them.

"Bastards who are Balkans in the palace and wizards outside. I don't need it."

The wizards who escaped on my feet in the arms of Callian.

They bow their heads deeply.