How to Live as the Enemy Prince

If Callian thinks about it, he won't look back.

When Plants is lost in thought, he doesn't know it's time.

Therefore, it was inevitable that Kalian, who had climbed the stairs, would not see Plants still standing there.

When we realize that there was a familiar, grassy back door in the place we just passed, and look back, no one will know how surprised Kalian was to see the faint one still standing where he had built it.

But Kalian is a little different from Allen, so he knows why Plants is standing here now. So I paused for a moment and asked Plants.

"What makes you think that?"

If there was a common sense that apologizing for not being able to see people first, manners would not have made the blue wizard look like a flamethrower. Because of that, Plants gave up on that a long time ago and only made a face that said, 'Is that what you want to say now?'

In case you know what Plants is feeling, Calian sighs for a moment.

"Do you mind if we go to Chermill instead of fighting? I'm feeling a little dizzy."

From the look on his face, he seemed to have had a serious conversation with the Sispanians.

"I'm hungry."

· · · · · · · So hungry.

He's hungry because his stomach is in a mess.

Crazy bastard.

I showed him the bottom that I had hidden, told him a story that seemed to crush his heart, and then I met the Ancient Dragon and had a light conversation. What was in his head that said he was hungry?

Yeah. You must be hungry.

"Ha."

"I have something to tell you."

It's not just about eating, it's about eating.

Haesa. If only he had some common sense about forgetting everything and taking a break, he wouldn't have made the Heicia Palace such a wasteland.

"Go, Chermill."

Plants, who answered as if giving up, walked ahead. After that, Calian, who was walking along, suddenly looked up at the sky as if he had forgotten for a moment.

"It stopped raining."

It stopped raining anyway.

The clouds remain, but it no longer rains.

"Just now."

It's like another gift left by the Sispanians, so Calian smiles small.

"He came in the form of a black butterfly."

Plants, in fact, is also Plants, but Kalian is also Kalian. It's not just saying things without front or back, or saying things without thinking about them. For whatever reason, Plants quietly replied instead of asking what it was barking about.

"Why death?"

Walking ahead, Plants won't be able to see it, but Calian nods and answers as if to tell you that he was thinking the same thing.

"Wouldn't I be welcome?" he asked. I didn't answer that. "

"· · · · · · · Yes."

Plants, who had been silent for a moment, spoke out in a low voice.

Disappearing, not forgetting, dying.

Living and dying.

Khalian said his absence was frightening after his disappearance, but Plants knew that the disappearance was not mere death.

Even death knows that even the absence of someone who is forgotten is afraid of being forgotten.

Plants is an empty seat for someone who hasn't even heard the name. Callian says he's afraid of another vacancy and wants to keep Plants alive. One absence that is completely missing, the only person who is able to recognize the discrepancy and fill the void is smart and knowledgeable plants.

"That's what you'd do."

What else is as desperate as an intact death, rather than disappearing by Kalian, preparing for a sudden and unforgettable arrival?

Therefore, it must have been a blessing and consolation, given solely for the sake of the Kalian. Please accept the everlasting death at the end of this life.

Now that we have understood its intentions, Calian could never have denied it. However, Calian knew that such a death would be more peaceful than his current life, and he would not have been able to confirm it. I didn't want to rest now.

Of course, the Sispanians would have understood the silent answer by themselves. Plants, who understood the same thing, continued to walk without another word.

To eat.

* * *

The raindrops on the petals remain transparent.

Even if you hold the dark red light of the rose steadily, at the moment when it falls, you put the green color of the rose branch on the ground and put it back in the brown color of the wet soil. At the end, the light of the magic lamp illuminates the garden for a moment, then flows down and disappears.

Whether the raindrops are really transparent and convey what's around me evenly, or whether they feel transparent because they already contain all the colors of the world.

Is it empty with nothing in it, or does it look empty with too much in it? I looked at the dark red drops that resemble me with dark blue eyes that I couldn't quite figure out.

"I've only heard the stories, but it's a really nice place."

Lemaine opens his mouth to Randall like that.

I came as soon as I finished the dinner. I came straight to Chermill with an uncomfortable long black cloak unlike the prince.

After that, you take Randall out of a large room with nothing there, asking him to take a short walk. I wish I could see the look of disgust and annoyance, but Randall just followed behind me quietly.

"I'm impressed you found a place like this."

"Thank you."

Randall gives a short answer as he praises the perfectly groomed rose garden.

I didn't say I was flattered, I didn't say I couldn't agree with you. He only said that he was grateful for Le Maine's compliment, completely excluding his thoughts.

"Yes."

It was Le Maine who had never thought wisely about how a father should treat his child, and so had only made mistakes all his life.

All I learned was that Remain was wrong, and he didn't even teach Alan what to talk about with his quieter son.

"There's a red blind man here."

So I just said as much and asked as much questions as I could. I asked as if I had come here by mistake. In fact, there were so many things I wanted to know now, but coming out of my mouth was useless and trivial questions about whether I was growing roses that were not red, when the roses were blooming, and how the branches were cut.

"Be careful not to get hurt by thorns."

Randall pauses for a moment when he hears that. It reminded me of the eyes of a foreigner I met here one day.

As the prince had said, he was stabbed with thorns. So I looked at the rose. I was unfamiliar with the wound, so I decided not to leave the rose full of thorns behind.

So what the stranger was worried about.

Was it a scarred hand or a scarred rose?

"I wonder why they grow roses. Why I like it."

Le Maine, a cow who has no idea what Randall is thinking, asked me something else like this.

When I came back next time, I had nothing to ask, but I just took it all out and asked. Randall quietly replies, postponing his thoughts about Calian, who came up with the prince of Cecritia for a moment.

"I don't remember."

It was never trivial to come back to a trivial question. So Remain silent, losing his words.

Even the reason he likes something is because he knows it's his fault that he forgot to live. I realized once again that Randall was only eighteen, that he would be much younger on a day other than today.

"Yes. If you have any ideas, please let me know."

Randall opens his mouth, staring at Remain like that.

"Your Grace."

It continues even before I realized that Randall had called Remain first.

"It's too late to turn back."

Bringing back memories.

Rewinding this relationship.

Everything else was too late to turn back.

I didn't come here to restore it, but I came here to build it from scratch, and Remain did not speak of it. It may have created a relationship that Le Maine didn't have, but she knew that Randall had already built up on her own numerous times and eventually had collapsed.

"Yes. I don't think you should try to take it back."

I didn't mean to fold my heart. It meant I wouldn't walk too hard towards Randall. No one told me it was the best way, but I could tell. He was a father, after all.

I still couldn't apologize, but I ran into him last time, and today we walk together. I knew it was never about Randall that I wanted more than this right now.

So I took a quiet step back.

That's it for today. Let's walk together and come back another day. I thought about it and took a step back. Then he looks around and opens his mouth.

"The rain stopped and the wind blew."

Just as Remain said. The wind is rising. Le Maine's long cloak flutters.

A windblown cloak caught on a rose thorn.

Remain like a cow didn't know that either.

"I'd better get going."

So after saying this, I turned around and took a step forward. By the time Randall notices it, it's too late. Remain notices it already too late.

- Duck!

The rain stopped and the wind blew. The wind is in the cloak. There are thorns in the rose. Remain like a cow.

So a few roses were broken and rolled around on the ground.

You descend toward the roses with the blue eyes of Randell.

And...

I looked at Remain like a cow.

I stared at Remain silently for a long time. You stare at Remain, not obscuring your anger.

"· · · · · · · Sorry, Your Majesty. May I go in first?"

Remain unclear as to what this is all about, Remain nods, facing Randall.

Landel returns to Chermill Palace covered with examples.

"Ahh · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Something in Randall has changed, but he opens his mouth, not knowing what Remain did wrong and saying he doesn't know what it means.

Red rose petals scattered in the wind.

* * *

Calian gets up for a moment and smiles, looking out the window.

I don't think I've ever been in Plants' room

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

You hold the cat in your arms.

Sitting across from the long table next to her, Plants looks at her, his eyes closed quietly.

"No, it's just... I saw something caught in the back of a cow."

If Plants understands this, he will be surprised again today, but fortunately, Plants frowns.

Kalian sits down with a smile on his face.

"Grandfather Randall was angry because of your inappropriate steps. Maybe next time we meet, it'll be better than now. It is said that the door was opened by the wind, which the king's hand would never have opened."

Le Maine did something, and Randall got angry, and then the two of them seemed to have a better conversation. Plants understood and handed it over in this line of sight. Then the thinly chopped beef was deep-fried, and the dish with a slight raspberry sauce was placed in his mouth. Trying to ignore the fragrance of pepper that feels subtle in the fried meat.

From that began the meal between the elegant brothers.

Grilled asparagus with the same white bread and uncut cheese, chicken cooked in tomato sauce, and salad without onions. Calian finished his meal a little later than Plants, who had eaten four times what he would have eaten.

I wonder how they eat so well when their insides get tangled up.

"You've got nothing, but more questions."

The dishes were removed and the hot tea was placed.

To Khalian, who was waiting for all of his acolytes to leave and had a conversation with the Sispanians in Siegfried territory and the Heitian palace, Plants expressed this brief sentiment. I didn't get anything.

Calian takes a sip of tea with a hint of fruity aroma and looks at Plants.

"The Sispanians are constrained by words. So there's not a lot to talk about."

Callian smiles and adds.

"But people don't have to talk. Oh, not a person."

The wall the Sispanians were looking at.

I think of the stone wall with the last piece carved.

"When I met you, I was looking at one place, so I went after the Sispanians left."

The great king of Cecretia, holding a dead knight in his arms.

The appearance of such a great king changed for a short time and returned. Stand up and hold something in your hand.

"There was a slight change in the sculpture. Like holding something like this in your hand."

Callian looks like he's holding his arm slightly open and round. It's the size of a ring in the middle of a Sispanian room.

"Seeing that, you couldn't have turned back the clock in the last battle. Why did he do the last battle with the axis of time? That's what I thought."

Callian opens his eyes to think of something a little more. And after a while it was said:

"The Sispanian said I had to reap the axis of time. So at first I thought, well, do I have to go back in time and destroy it again? Maybe that's not it."

A Black Stone written in the same language.

It reminds me of the Black Stone that caused Randall's power to stop flowing again.

If it's man-made, it's made with the power of mimicking something. If that thing is the axis of time.

"Perhaps that will counteract the abnormal forces' they 'use. That's what I thought."

The axis of time that Kalian should reap contains other powers that Kalian might have.

said Callian, smiling.