How to Live as the Enemy Prince

That day.

'If you'll excuse me, sir, after today's work.'

Alan didn't think much of it until he heard this from Callian himself who came to the Oval Office.

'If you need me, I'll do it right now.'

So I replied:

What does Le Maine have to do with anything other than Calian? Maybe Alan's always living with this in mind.

But Kalian shakes his head.

'Night is better than morning to reverse the error.'

And then, as Allen, he said something that sounded familiar.

Well, that's what a pretty apprentice would say. If night is better, we should turn day into night.

Luckily, Callian didn't ask Alan to turn day into night. I waited quietly for a while and asked you to come and see the right place in the forest first. Alan replied happily.

Then came the full moon.

Alan remembers that he left the palace to do what Callian had asked him to do when he was about to hand over the rest of his work to Arsen.

So I had no choice but to open the door of the office across the street and put the rest of the documents neatly on the desk of the office owner. Then I confidently said to the person sitting at the desk, "The old man is tired, so I'm going first today," and then I came back in style. After that, I came to the woods of Huddak.

- Polygon, polygon.

A black horse walks out of the forest and beyond the boundary of the palace. The white ankle in front of the right was sometimes a bit harsh, but it was the words of a clever Khalian.

"Is your master in the forest?"

When Allen asks, the helpless man raises his head. Then he pauses, making a blubbering sound, and turns around. Allen laughs without my knowledge, as if it were looking for Callian himself.

I wanted to get along well with my owner.

Anyway, knowing that Kalian had already arrived in the forest, finding out where he was in the forest was not that difficult to move around. Even at the hands of the Sispanians, magic could be used.

Soon after entering the forest, Alan looks for Callian, flinching his fingers and closing his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the whole area was green with moonlight. The red-eyed pupil sat in harmony with the white moonlight.

"Master."

If you look at her, she looks tired or walks with you, she calls Alan with a happy face.

- Shhh!

Then he struck the sad knife with his lovely hand.

In a split second, Alan gives you a hollow laugh.

Kalian clearly asked for a moment of his time, not a moment of his life.

Well, whatever.

That's why she was so pretty.

Alan gladly glanced at the fierce blade that was aiming at his throat. A delightful smile was drawn, and a large silent curtain to block the blade and sound was spread simultaneously.

- Kuang!

And then this huge sound erupted.

* * *

Alan's been busy all morning.

Arsenal has been absent since that day.

Plants wasn't in Wilhelm when he met the knights.

The wizards of Balkan are excited.

I was excited for just two hours.

There was no other god but the sorcerers, sadly, because of what Arsen had to do.

So that morning, the wizards thought deeply about how to finish the debris work at the Heicia Palace that ended today and how to deal with the paperwork that Arsen left behind. I thought about it for just two hours.

"I deal with debris."

"I also deal with debris."

"Me, too."

"Yeah, me, too."

So all fifty of them applied for debris disposal, and it was lunchtime. So once they had lunch, they divided the group by half. It also took just two hours.

Fifty psychopaths who blew up six pointless hours started working in Buria Buria. I can't train, I have to work late.

So four hours went by again with the debris disposal and the paperwork.

It's time for dinner.

Oh, of course wizards are clever.

I'm just crazy.

Anyway, the wizards of Balkan, who didn't know if they were smart because they were smart or smart because they were smart, took their Buria dinner and started working again. And it wasn't until late at night that I finished my work.

The problem comes after that.

"What is this?"

Needlen, a wizard with pink hair, mutters: All the debris that has been uncovered remains standing in the middle of the Hessian palace.

I didn't do much, but after suffering until late, the wizards who were scattered all over the place and shoveled the sparkling water gathered. And everybody frowned together.

"Isn't there a basement in the Palace of Heicia?"

"I didn't."

The wizards stared at a point on the floor with a serious face that they had never shown before. It was quickly approached or untouched.

"I'll get the captain."

It's the Wizard who knows best how dangerous strangers are.

Because of this, one of them went to the Arfia Palace and the other wizards continued to watch the same place with a serious look.

In a pile of dirt.

A faint but clear light was emitted from the places where the wizards' gazes were gathering.

* * *

- Most knights accumulate before they break the error. It's very rare to get on the sword's path anyway, but just in case. And so would you.

Callian called Allan because of the words of Knight Tailan, a former teacher.

- Wizards use their stacked horses, so it doesn't matter, but knights are different. No matter how many miscellaneous Mana piles, they are not expressed by error. But how many Mana do I have to stockpile before I realize the error? If you have so much Mana, you'd better do a Wizard instead of a knight. So the difference is subtle, so everyone just ignores it.

At that time, Bern did not pay much attention to what he said. Tailan also told me to just take a look, not to change anything. It was really minor.

Callian reminded me of Tailan's words because of the day the wolves attacked.

That day, Calian was operating the sword pulling out all the errors he could. Then you conclude that swordsmanship is too difficult to deal with and use the Wind Sphere.

The magic that was expressed penetrates his body as it is.

He used the red light error. And he was protecting his body with it. But Kalian's magic pierces his body in one blow. Like Arsen's attack.

'The magic was too strong.'

After that, magic was born against the remaining four.

When I think of what happened back then, I think of what Tailan said. That day, I also guessed the reason why magic was so strong. It was a remnant of Mana that had not been changed to error.

So I called Alan.

Trying to 'reverse the error' work.

For Bern, an unsubstituted Mana may have been too minor, but it wasn't Kalian. The old Kalian Mana, blessed by the Sispanians, was never small.

- Kuaang!

The outstretched tip of the sword is caught in the red membrane.

Despite six attacks, Alan remains motionless. It didn't even open a new red veil.

Whoo-hoo!

The sword of Kalian gives a young blue glow.

Calian's sword, imbued with the power of error, shed a glowing light.

Calian lowers his sword without hesitation. Towards the red tent in front of Allen.

- Screaming!

After loading up the power of the orb, the red tent splits long and scattered. Along with him, Alan's appearance disappears and reappears to a far-off place.

Alan was not a sword handler, so his eyes weren't as fast as Calian's. I didn't have to look at it. So as soon as the veil disappeared, he moved his body.

His appearance disappears once again.

And then there was a victorious attack.

Ka River! Ka-ang!

The resurrected red membrane suddenly fades away, shaking heavily.

Alan appears from afar, having lost his veil. And this time, instead of protecting his body, he made a giant spear and sent it.

- Shhh!

The raging spear of fire pierces Calian's heart.

Calian smiles at the teacher who's finally attacking. He swings his sword widely.

- Ka-ang!

If it were Arsen's Spear, it would have been broken or bounced off. Because it's ice.

Alan's fire was different.

A spear of flame struck by a transparent sword becomes entangled with the sword of Khalian, like a giant snake wrapping around its prey. Then, he tried to swallow Kalian's arm, swiftly expanding in length.

Live fire.

The first time I saw Alan's fire, Calian's smile darkened.

- Whoo-hoo!

The sword in his hand splits apart with a deep cry. For a moment, the fire that had lost its host was cut off along with the thief and disappeared into the air.

A whirlpool of blue light is wrapped around Calian's sword. Ice is the best thing to deal with fire, so it contains the properties of ice in the sword you were holding. With the sword shining in clear water, Kalian once again hides his appearance.

Alan's arms move quietly.

The wizard's disciple who handled the sword did not hide the joyful thought of how far he could prevent the attack.

- Shit!

A cheerful sound echoes from your fingertips.

- Whoa!

A flame rises from all over Calian. The flame that burns white beyond the red light has threatened me as if I were going to put everything in my mouth and swallow it up, just as if I were going to burn Khalian away in an instant.

The sword in Calian's hand turns into a broad shield. A shield wide enough to wrap around the whole body, and a young blue light glistens as if it had collected the present sky.

- Shhh!

Several branches of fire, like a stream of water rising through the ground, flew towards Calian's entire body. The body does not feel the warmth.

You don't have to face the flames.

Because of this, Kalian leaps into the blazing fire and moves quickly as if he didn't have enough room to catch fire.

The image of Kalian falls back into the darkness.

After an indescribable period of time, Calian's new brother appears right behind Alan.

- Kaga River!

Kalian doesn't leave much time in his hands. You draw out the error and strike the sword at Alan's neck.

Alone's protective shield disappears once again as the red light flashes.

Khalian does not miss a moment, and reaches his back toward the heart within.

- Yuck!

There is no room for Alan to disappear. And the spear of fire flew back to its place. Calian quickly twists and dodges it, striking the ground once more.

Kang!

A workshop for wizards and knights.

No, it's the Great Wizard and the Sawmaster's Workshop.

Everywhere Callian stepped on, everything burned. Any places where Alan has disappeared have been cut off. Only the two of them wanted each other's lives, not just in the slightest.

- Kaga River!

Alan relentlessly switches sides to attack, and Callian chases after him, kicking them out or dodging them. There is little reluctance in Kallian's attack following Alan's trail that may not know when or where he's going.

When the attack comes, the user throws it out or stops it, then reaches out and swings the sword.

A long hose is painted on Calian's mouth.

I knew Alan would be strong, of course, but I didn't think I'd be able to hold hands like this.

- Ka-ang!

Once more, Khalian's sword strikes the red barrier. Blue and red lights intertwine, and the red film splits apart.

By this time, Alan had not avoided another place.

You reach out your hand in front of you without making a red barrier.

A flame ball the size of a horse's head that was expressed before even turning its gaze flew into Calian's abdomen.

Calian turns the sword into a shield while simultaneously feeling danger. I wrapped all my protective errors around my shield. A membrane of ice was overlaid on top. It lacked enough to make it to the shield.

- Kuaang!

The fireball sucks up the surrounding oxygen in an instant, causing a white explosion immediately, as if laughing at Calian, who is in a hurry. Not even compared to the magic bullets thrown by the blue sole bird or the fireballs of Arsen. The fireball of white light differed from its power.

Kaga River!

The shield shatters and the ice disappears as soon as it hits the fire.

Calian's body falls to a far distance from the massive explosive power of the blue light of the error. If it were not an error, it is truly the power that would have disappeared somewhere.

Calian quickly raises his head, grunting without even knowing it. And made a sword without rest.

- Whoo-hoo!

The blue light, which is clearly lighter than before, enveloped the sword. Callian doesn't tire, and rushes back to Allen. Alan flicks his finger again.

A white spear of flame protrudes from Calian's eyes. The movement of the arm, which reacted faster than the head, knocks it down.

- Quasizig!

The cracked end of the spear hits the ground, and the earth burns red. When Callian, who didn't even notice, tried to run to Alan again.

- Crisp!

You hear the sound of something solid crumbling completely.

The sword in your hand splits into the air and disappears.

He tried to run the error again, but there was no power coming up from an empty weapon. There are no remaining errors available.

'Finally.'

Kalian stops in place, feeling the power is empty.

Calian lets out a long breath, barely holding his body, even if he wants to recover from the incoming devastation.

The red eyes slowly close.

- Brainy!

When leaving no errors.

When not even a handful of errors remain.

Thus, even the ancient Kalian Mana, which was simply expressed by magic, could all be converted into error.

at that point.

- Brainy!

Kalian's heart flutters.

The only person capable of spreading blindness so far as to not give Calian the time for the existing errors to rebuild naturally took a step back.

The vast Mana, which was made up of the three old Kalian Mana circles that were blessed by the Sispanians, flows from the heart and heads for the catastrophe of the Kalian.

Kalian begins to turn the flowing Mana into an order that has no birds to sit on. I managed to run the pure, unpaired Mana from my heart without rest.

The power that follows with a tail fills Kalian's strings.

- Brainy!

The cold energy surrounds the area.

The earth that had been consumed by the power of fire cools.

The magic, like the sharp blade Arsen once felt, wraps around Calian.

Mana, which has been disconnected and converted to error, enters the heart's circle again. It still reverts back to the power of the three circles that rotate in an intense fashion.

- Brainy!

If anything has changed.

The power of error is now the power of error in all four circles. And so we were able to convert all of the four Manat circles into errors. I was able to create the right error again, based on the Mana that the old Kalian had built up.

Perhaps there is no need to hide the error from Evan now.

"Now."

Kalian bows his head deeply in the middle of the blackened earth.

"There you go, Master."

A resemblance to the old Khalian, and a resemblance to Bern.

Calian holds a dark-red sword in his hand.