How to Live as the Enemy Prince

I just wanted to live.

When I get out of the way, it rains, and when I hold it in my hand, I let it go, and I barely climb up, calling out, "Come back down."

The choice is wrong.

Whether fate is wrong.

The following companies.

Even the ones who hated me so much are still trying to save their lives, so it's hard to say that I blame something for their twisted lives.

"Ha · · · · · · · · · · ·."

So Callian just sighed once.

Shortly before that, I turned around and went back down to the basement of the Hessian palace. Still, I didn't feel like I was falling asleep thinking of Bern, thinking that's a good thing.

As I went downstairs, I noticed something strange. The stone gate that had always been closed was open.

It was always open only for a short while, but now it was open wide. It's like waiting for someone to invite you. Calian, who responded to the sudden invitation, steps in and closes the stone gate with a familiar sound.

Calian was able to realize that again. That the owner of this place is really here.

Callian stands at the door and stops trying to take a step. And I looked ahead without saying a word. It's because I found something unexpected.

Wings.

The thin wings of life that never fit into this rain.

- Falang.

A butterfly.

A small, black butterfly passes in front of Kalian. Then I flew around the room flapping my arms and wings. I was flying around the sculpture of the stone wall, but I knew enough about the gaze behind me.

The black swarm of light glitters behind the butterfly. If there's a black star somewhere in the sky, Kalian thinks it's scattering its footprints.

- Falang, Falang.

Immediately, the Black Butterfly acted as if flying had become dull. So, when the wingspan was clearly opened to the eye, the butterflies turned and flew towards the debris on the axis.

Then Calian rests on the wall, which he couldn't do anything to get into, and sits on top of the debris.

Kalian, who was looking at it, paints a thin bow of butterfly wings on his mouth.

"Black butterflies."

I turned to the little black butterfly and said, It was too polite to say it was just a butterfly in front of him.

"It means death. So it's not very welcoming."

As if he understood that, the butterfly plunged its wings once.

Then, the shiny black particles that had followed behind the butterflies gathered around the butterfly. It looked like a small universe was formed around a butterfly.

How can the color of the night shine brightly?

Kalian looks at the dark glow with genuine admiration. The small swarm of light gradually expanded enough to cover the small butterfly's body, then it expanded in size. And then he shaped himself as if he were alive.

It changed to a person with a dignity that would not be compared to that of man.

"Only you would be welcome, then."

About the time the sparkle slowly fades away from the end of the long, curly hair. It was a butterfly, a light of the night sky, and a great creature by itself, the Sispanian appeared. And I gave the answer to what Kalian said.

Kalian bows his head with a deep smile.

"Greetings, the most glorious, the Sispanians."

I did not deny the words, "I would welcome death."

The ancient dragon, Sigmund Khan Sispanian, once again stands in front of Calian, nods. And without speaking for a moment, you look into Calian's eyes and open your mouth.

"I tried to understand. I called you again."

Now the Sispanians have never sent a peer out to enhance its existence. I didn't feel the tremendous horror that I would have to strangle myself with my head down and kneel at the same time. In addition, even the most fundamental sense of existence was not revealed. It was as if no one was here, so I felt like Calian was alone here.

Thanks to you, Kalian was able to think for a moment.

Do I have to explain to you why I destroyed your palace, or do I have to forgive you for swearing because the Sispanians were too thoughtful and the power of blessing was too weak?

"What do you understand?"

The Sispanian turns his head to look at Calian.

Kalian was just about to enter the room. Then the Sispanians moved their feet and responded standing in front of the last carved mural. The distance between the two was quite far, but it was a small but distinct voice that seemed to whisper in Calian's ear.

"Whatever it takes."

Ah · · · · · ·.

Heartsarashi, the First King.

What kind of person would like that to propose to you? He can't have a proper conversation.

By now, I understand. The short words must be hereditary. Remains don't say much, and Randall doesn't say much. Even the other one is a pea. Thinking about him only hurts my head, and it's a waste of air.

The Sispanian who saw such a Khalian smiled a little. My face didn't change at all, but somehow I felt that way. I mean, like I just read Kalian's mind.

Fortunately, the Sispanians did not intend to destroy the old palace they lived in.

"You couldn't tell who to walk in the wreckage of disaster."

Fragments of disaster.

That's what the Sispanians call a fragment of the axis of time. The axis of time was called disaster.

Callian laughs without my knowledge, as it is so accurate. Afterwards, I began to assess the meaning of what the Sispanians had said.

And a moment later, I learned that the Sispanians were now blaming Kalian for bringing Plants here.

It's about informing someone who's not involved in the time continuum and showing them the time continuum. about the recklessness of that behavior.

"I don't even have the right to be healed."

So I asked him.

Can't you even do that?

"I grabbed a blade that no one knew about, bruised it, and festered. We have to cut out the rotten, cut it out, and then live with nothing. I have to."

Grumbling.

Yes, I resented it. I was angry.

To the Sispanian who knows a lot and can't tell us anything, in fact, borrow his ear from Serenti. I complained about the same grudge. He said so even though he already knew, understood, and accepted the decision.

- Thanksgiving.

The Sispanian turns to face Calian.

The end of the long hair touches the brick wall. That little sound sounded as loud as the heartbeat.

The Sispanian gazes at Kalian's blood-red eyes with those red eyes that seem to be filled with the power of life. Eventually, I looked deeper into the eyes of the same color as myself and put down the answer like a leaf fallen from a calm wind.

"I understood."

That's all I answered.

He understands Kalyan's answer to his accusations. I understood what I was holding in my heart to make it all go away.

- She's in trouble because she can't complain or complain.

I just remembered what I said to Plants.

The Sispanians saw Kalian bring Plants in where there is a disaster on the axis of time. I saw and heard it all along. That's why I came here. To hold grudges and grudges you can't bring out for anyone.

I finally realized that.

Kalian finally understands why this thoughtful dragon is here.

"· · · · · · Thank you."

* * *

The wizard's clothes are not wet at all.

Just curious, Plants, who was a little awkward to hold an umbrella in my hand, gazed back at Alan.

It was Allan who disappeared as if he had thrown away the word that Calian had stopped being afraid of his brother's madness. I realized that this was the first time I had encountered him. Of course, I've seen Balkans a few times over the years, but each time, there was definitely a wizard in there who wasn't in his right mind.

"Hello, Prince Plants. What are you doing here alone?"

Alan shows an example of Plants and asks questions right away.

In Cairys, the royal family could not speak first, and not in Libern. But Alan didn't just confuse his manners and say this. Of course, it was not rude.

I just don't care.

He's still capable of something.

In fact, it is hard to see that Plants is also well-mannered. If I had, I wouldn't have come out dressed in a thin cardigan and stood there with my umbrella in my hand. The royal family should always stand tall with nothing in their hands, even if it is raining.

Plants paused instead of pointing out Alan's attitude.

I was wondering if I should have stood in the rain and thought clearly, or if I was deciding where to go again, thanks to my brother who snuck in with me, or if I should have been thinking deeply about how my legendary grandfather who visited the palace suddenly accepted that he was breathing alive in the basement of the Heicia Palace.

"You."

So I just asked her again. He's a prince. You don't have to give him an answer.

It is better not to be a royal family when you are polite, but at this time, there is no place more comfortable than a royal family.

"Excuse me for a moment."

Alan looks down slightly as he looks at his crooked friend, saying,

What are you doing? You asked what are you doing and said you're sorry about him. Anyway, we're just talking to each other right now.

Whatever it was, Alan said he'd excuse me, so he kept doing what he was trying to do. I didn't say that because I was going to ask permission to do what I was going to do. If Plants is the prince, Alan is Alan Manasil.

- Exactly!

When a cheerful sound came from Alan's fingertips, the hair and clothes of Plants, which had been soaked in the rain, became instantly dry and clean.

After that, Kalian finally goes down without drying out Plants' clothes. I didn't even care about that in the first place, so that's fine.

It won't stop raining, so it will be wet again soon, but I don't hate the comforts of coming for a while.

"Wizard. Why are you here?"

So Plants became more comfortable and asked a more precise question.

You didn't know much about magic, but you said Callian was calling out to you. So Alan must not have come here feeling the power of the Sispanians. If I had, Alan wouldn't have been so relaxed. He may be just an old ancestor to Plants, but he's certainly something more than that to wizards.

"I just wanted to take a quick look around."

Alan replied, "I wonder if Plants was right. Since Plants didn't know what was down there, he didn't exactly say why he was going to go through what was carved into the wall again.

"Maybe you should come back later."

Plants replied:

The edges of the guard get slightly heavier, making sure the edges of the guard get wet again. If I had known this, I should never have worn something this long.

Plants turns his head toward the stairs and looks at the horse.

"My brother is looking around first."

It seems that Kalian and Plants are here together and that they already know there is something 'under'. Alan looks at Plants with a complicated face, and Plants nods and opens his mouth.

"I heard. The axis of time. I don't know what I did."

Alan is someone who knows all the secrets about the Kalian. Plants knew that, too. So Plants made sure it wasn't too much of an oversight.

Alan nods, smiling softly, looking at Plants' face for a moment.

"I heard you shared, but I guess it was true."

There were many stories about Plants that Chase went to the priesthood the day he left Cairosis. It also said that the tangerines Chase brought with him were eaten by Plants who looked like the world was doomed. So I said.

Plants frowns, unable to understand Allen's words. I didn't even know what he was talking about because he shared so much, but I could tell that Alan's face seemed annoyed as if he liked making friends with my kid.

Plants remained silent for more than three times as long as he did not have the up-and-down attitude to tell the Great Wizard not to bark.

"Very well. I'll come back later."

Alan said without adding another explanation: Whatever it is, Kalian's already checking out something in the basement, and Plants is asking me not to interfere, so there's no reason to go down there.

Instead of going straight back, Alan looks at Plants for a moment. And he said as if to ask with a steady voice.

"If you see a nightmare later, don't get stuck in a tower you didn't build yourself to cope with."

The wise wizard knew exactly what my son, Kalian, was most worried about.

"Not the path to blame and blame, but the one who walks alone to live. You wouldn't want that."

whether it's Cecretia or Cairys or Chase or Plants. Maybe he's holding back everything that was broken for a reason.

"I know. Me too."

Plants answered briefly.

Alan nods. If you know, if you know, that's enough.

Thanks to this, Alan once again looks at Plants as his youngest friend, which once again gives Plants a frown.

* * *

I asked if the Black Stone was made by someone.

The Sispanians said it was made by someone.

"With the power behind it, Serenti's hand is not at hand."

It was not Serenti's forte.

It's just one more riddle. The power behind it.

"The children who believe in you have come forward. You'll see when the time comes."

On behalf of the fact that the Sispanians can't talk about it, they said,

Although I didn't understand exactly who the children I believed meant, I suddenly remembered Uriah. Because of this, Calian replied, thinking we should check to see if Uriah is still investigating it.

"I understand."

Then I kept my mouth shut for a while and asked again.

"Fragments of the shaft are what you're looking for."

"I put what appeared in the world here."

The Sispanian nods and replies, and Calian follows his head and feels the whole world shake.

"Where are the other pieces?" "

"It hasn't shown up yet."

"Then why did you come and put it in a place like this?"

The Sispanian sighs heavily.

And the last thing I said.

"You have to reap it yourself."

Whether Callian should reap to use this disaster or to destroy it. Without even telling me.

The Sispanian turns his head to the last carved stone wall for a while.

A black butterfly flies over Kalian's side and becomes invisible.