How to Live as the Enemy Prince

There were images in the portrait.

Rather, it is more tangible than a portrait.

"Fantastic."

Remain speaks a short but sincere word.

I was searching the interior exactly two weeks after the discovery of the room the Sispanians left behind.

'I'm checking in advance for hazards, so why don't you take a step back.'

Alan, who did not want to show Le Maine the passage of time, delayed his visit with this excuse. To figure out how to get the shaft through the invisible wall. although, of course, we didn't succeed in getting the fragments out.

On the stone wall was a sculpture of the process of the Crusade.

Eight heroes gathered together to seal the Evil God, in order to describe what kind of fight they had and how they had been killed, and the description of Serenti whom they had slept with sealing the Evil God in the last battle.

And now Remain stands in front of the last scene of evil, sealed.

The four kings who survived to the end were Hartsara, the High Priest Sispanian, Quitros Horn Siegfried, and the great king of Cecretia.

- We made it and we saved it, but we lost it.

The other pieces didn't have much text, but in the last scene there was something like this. It is unknown whether it belongs to the Sispanian or someone else.

In the sculpture, the great king of Sacritia knelt on the ground. Carrying the body of Neriad, a knight known to have died in the last battle of the Heroes.

Except for a record that the Sispanian either respected the will of the great king of Cecretia or 'told him to erase everything about himself before he died,' the face of the great king of Cecretia was not seen in this sculpture. However, that loss and despair were conveyed equally. I have no choice but to transfer the memories that the Sispanians who do not forget themselves experienced.

Remain staring at that empty face for a moment and asking for Allen.

"Was there only one other ring found?"

Then, I looked at the debris from the axis of time that was placed in the middle of the dome-shaped room and asked. Alan, who was standing beside you, quietly replies.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Nothing else came out."

"Too bad we can't move the loops. That's why I hid the records that the Sispanians themselves left behind."

It's literally an incredible discovery to make in the history of Cairis. It was an opportunity to strengthen my faith in the royal family just by revealing this place, but I couldn't.

It was because of the golden ring in the middle of this room. Alan told me that this place shouldn't be revealed because it appears to be related to the people who attacked Calian. It was impossible to move the loop.

Alan quietly replied, of course, that the ring is a part of what it is and that it is important enough to be difficult to compare with even the sculptures on the wall.

"Don't be afraid to open it up in the future."

"I've been worried and anxious since I gave Kalian permission."

Now Remain was saying this because of Freya's affair with Queen Chu. You mentioned that the hardening of Remain's position will reduce Calian's chances of rebirth, but unfortunately, you won't be able to tell him about this discovery that will help him in the least.

"The prince will take care of the rest. He'll take care of himself."

I wonder if Allen is the one I'm worried about.

Rather, Alan was anticipating what Calian had planned, unlike Le Maine.

But like I just said, it was something Calian had to do on his own. I knew it would be harmful to stand up and help. That's why he struggled to embrace his worrying heart, about a hundred times that of Le Maine, to deal with Brissen.

"Besides, you couldn't find the kingdom if it was there or not, even if you washed your eyes and looked. Now that you're as strong as a frog's nose, nothing will change, so don't be too sad."

Remain nods once more.

The wizard's life-living words were just beginning to sound like a simple eunuch. That's why it transcends the level of drinking and drinking.

It's raining outside because of Le Maine.

I thought I'd go to Randall for dinner because I was so useless. I won't see you again this time, though.

* * *

- Shoot him.

A sudden gust of rain knocks on the window of the terrace.

Sometimes it is nice to suddenly rain so cloudy in front of my eyes because it is not cool. It also said that there are many more things to see with the very embarrassing snow that do not welcome this rain.

So, it was fortunate for Kalian that now and then he would belong to that "sometimes."

Once Calian was indoors, there were no big plans for the day. Of course, he wasn't too reluctant to get wet, but he wasn't happy to be out in the rain.

So he enjoyed the rain with a very peaceful mind and put the last piece of steak left on the plate in his mouth. I liked the taste of the reasonably cooked steak.

"Oww!"

Or the rainwater rolling down through a long window from the ceiling to the floor.

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

The cat has its feet hanging from window to window.

Callian smiles slightly, looking at the cat, as if it was an act of catching rain.

"I can see it, but I can't catch it."

And then he talks to the cat like this.

"Meow, meow!"

It was fairly unfair, or the cat cried, looking out the window. Then I ran to Udada and climbed onto Plants' knee, which was sitting across from Calian.

Then you lie down in the dark between the table and Plants' knees, familiar.

Unlike that of Calian, Plants, who slept in the wine to get rid of the catfish, underlined it with a little bit of pepper and salt, then chewed the fully cooked steak out of a single drop of blood, slightly changed his posture. Make it easier for the cat to lie down.

After a short meal, tea and dessert were placed on the table instead of cutlery. It was a tea brewed with dried apples and oranges just for a rainy day.

"Eilan, Beverly, John, Trifield, Belly."

Plants takes a sip of tea without a sound and opens his mouth like this.

Although it was not uncommon for Plants to open their mouths first, it was probably the first time they spoke something that was not even the usual word, not only front and back, but without context.

Nevertheless, Calian nods quietly and drinks only a sip of water.

"Creon, Fudd, Celtic, Chapman, Meyer, Regal."

Plants makes one more weird sound.

"That's quite a lot."

Of course, Kalian was not embarrassed.

Instead of embarrassing myself, I replied with a bold voice.

"A lot."

"Approximately thirty families have disappeared since the new king arrived, and more than one in three."

And the conversation that no one else in the world could understand continued.

Let me put it this way:

The day I encountered the axis of time. Callian stayed up two nights that day. I had to cancel all my appointments for two days and wrestled with a paper and pen.

After memorizing all the information, he rewritten the Tensyl data that had been burned. I had the experience of putting an error in my finger just to grab the pen and managed to get the data to Plants before the day was out.

And I forgot about it.

He left it entirely to Plants to find power that might be related to the cause of his oath. There were a lot of other concerns, so there was no reason to worry twice about Kalian.

Plants carved the data that Callian had memorized over five days into his head in four days. A week later, Plants came up with a list of families to focus on. Families that correspond to thick branches, with the exception of branches that are tied together and cut off. It was to pass on the name to Kalian.

"You've done a fine job of this, Randall."

There are over thirty families that disappeared immediately after Randall.

It's absolutely impossible in general. What nobleman would leave a king wielding a sword so fearfully, and a king with no basis whatsoever?

So Plants was surprised that Randall had purged all those nobles without causing any rebellion.

"I hope it's not your hand. You didn't know."

Invisible swinging knife.

It was a purge that would never reveal themselves to each other or use their hands to aim at each other's necks. so that even those who are affected don't know whose condolences it is.

"I'm surprised."

He didn't say it because he didn't know what Plants was saying either.

I was surprised that Randall was able to walk like that, or that he had successfully succeeded in his plan to borrow someone else's hand.

"It will be difficult to reduce further in 10 places."

It was based on what Chase remembered, not what had yet happened, and not what Chase remembered in the past. So there were a lot of things missing in the middle, and there were a lot of situations that the tenants did not understand at the time.

It was great to take one out of three of them, but it was difficult to confirm all the ten families.

As Calian asked, Plants leaned against the chair and replied.

"I think I need some information on Prince Tensyl. The prince is involved with Tensyl and the Great Desert holding hands."

Of course, Le Maine's tributes were not available. Because of this, Kalian smiles a little, thinking of his very talented boss.

"When Ser Seyren returns, I'll ask him to come to the association. You'll have a lot of other things to do until then."

It's not something I can ask of anyone other than Euria, as the case is, and the absence of Arsen has kept Plants quite busy. The deputy commander in the same position as Arsen.

Plants nods quietly. Then he lowers his voice to Callian, who was about to take his hand to the teacup.

"The wizards kept me from my feet. I don't know if it was my brother."

The Palace of Heicia is the only place the wizards of the Balkans can hold Plants' feet now. That's why Kalian raised his cup with a seemingly innocent face.

"Yes."

Alan will be the one who knows best what Kalian can't lie about, and Plants will be the next. So, Calian just answered honestly with a comfortable mind.

"Why."

"If I could tell you that, I would let you in."

And Plants knew very well that Calian was giving him a fairly mild answer.

"If the wreckage is cleared out and the roads are blocked, something will come out."

Calian frowns at the right guess.

Even the wizards of the Balkans don't know what's hidden under those stairs. Moreover, I didn't have the slightest desire to let Plants know about it.

"It's not about Brissen or your mother."

"Then it must be the Sispanians."

He said that Plants was not the only thing he had thought about for two weeks.

Afterward, I raised one jaw toward Calian, who was immediately asked how to make the Sispanian appear.

"Tell me."