How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Arsen's blue eyes have a cool glow.

Arsen's eyes were as blue as Remain or Randall's, but slightly different. If the eyes of the two royal families were deep and dark in the deep sea, Arsen's eyes were a cool blue light that covered the gloom of the dawn on a clear winter day.

Those arcene eyes stare at the fool standing in front of you.

"Why do you look like that, Mr. Chang?"

Kalian's Sword Kiri. Captain Ren Adrian of the Knights of the Kingsguard Caerra. The sole Duke of Cairys, Slayman Horn Siegfried. Earl Eiffel, head of the Knights' Union, follows the Kalian.

If they have anything in common, they are those who handle swords. And by Arsen's standards, he had a head that was slightly above that of ordinary men or ordinary people. In other words, they belong to the smart ones.

"Why do you look like that? Why you found me, you asked for the truth."

"I just told you that."

And Grey Brissen sitting in the front is just a silly creature with a knife. Still, I think it's a little better than Evan, but it's a difference in hair thickness.

Calian's second brother doubtfully fits the same bloodline as them, and, of course, if you look into the hair and eyes, the bloodline of the late Evan Bricen, but nevertheless doubtfully, the rest of Bricen were as foolish as one another.

'All the knights used to be stupid. Kid's got a weird place around you.'

In front of the mansion of the change bag, I remembered what Uriah said for a moment.

It's not that I don't understand. Most of the knights did. It seems odd that Calian's sidekick, who is quite clever and good with swords, are not as clever as the usual knights. I can live with a sword, but I can learn to write and use my head.

Brissen was also a family so big that she didn't have to wear her head. She would have no problem handing all their intelligence over to the second prince of Cairus and living as fools as she wished. So I understand.

That's why Arsen brought it up again a moment ago.

"The house is small and uncomfortable, so I came to see if there are any open spaces."

It was not difficult to understand. That means you're here to assess whether you can leave Calian's arms and hold hands with Brycen. It was just like saying it openly.

"So that means."

But I don't understand. No, I heard enough, but I wasn't sure. That's why Arsen was struggling to hide his frustrated face.

Grey wasn't this bad of a human being.

Nevertheless, the reason the conversation didn't take place was because of the strong aroma that was being transmitted to Arsen across the street. In other words, I haven't sobered up since last night. It was raining the night before, but it seemed that it wasn't just Uriah who was reminded of alcohol. Or maybe he's just drinkin 'it every day.

"I'm asking if you don't want to put something a little bigger behind your name, Mr. changeback."

So Arsen said something that would be perfect for sobriety. It's not a polite language spoken by nobles, it's just a direct statement. Not a grey brisen changeback, but a grey brisen monarch.

'Like you changed your mind. See if the change bag is coming to the capital. Better make sure you're still in touch with Randall.'

Now that Kalian has said this, Arsenal is acting as if he is a soul mate. Fortunately, Grey, who could not see through it, turned his eyes narrow.

"A little bigger." "

If there's one position I can have that's a little bigger than a change bag, it's only the Marquis.

Grey mutters like that and stops. Suddenly, the Deputy Commander of Balkan, who came to me for an interview, realized what a great story he was talking about.

Grey, who's barely conscious, stares at Arsen.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I never wanted anything bigger than where I am now."

So Grey went like this. I didn't think much of rushing in with Arsen's words right away.

Arsen opens his mouth.

"You broke your back on the way to Cairysis, not to mention Silica, who said she'd give you a title if you helped her, and brought you back here." "

The words echo the painful sound of bones as they hit you.

"So I think you've been told by Prince 1st that if you do as you're told, he'll give you the title. Thanks to you, you snuck into the capital and came back here. So I'm asking. Are you really not greedy for a bigger seat?"

In saying this, Grey's face turned red.

It was a very embarrassing thing to do, but I was right because I coveted the masterpiece of all that I had set foot in Cairosis only twice.

However, as he had not yet admitted it, Arsen opened his mouth again.

"Or are you still intoxicated by the scent of roses and not looking at the cub's eyes?"

Still working with Randall. That's why they don't want to set foot in Plants.

Gray frowns slightly, hearing Arsen's words.

While under the protection of Silica and Brissen, people called Plants the Baby Lion. A cub that will become a true Griffin once it has the wings of a prince.

The name Griffin was meant for Brissen, a family crest, and people expected or ridiculed that Plants would become the perfect puppet for the Brissen family to gain infinite power when they received the three jaws.

However, after Silica's downfall and Brissen's volatility, the remains of the palace alone were no longer called that. We're still working with Evan Brissen, of course, but it's only for mutual benefit. It was the nobles' assessment that Silica could not refer to Plants without mediator as an intact puppet of Brissen.

In addition to being out of Brassen's hands, there are rumors that Evan Brassen is being seduced by Plants. I have a new nickname that implies that I am a predator who knows how to live on my own.

"A cub."

Wolves.

I know that sometimes the warriors of the Great Desert are called wolves. He also knew he had a nickname: "The Wolf Hunter."

And I knew better and more that the wolf Grey spoke of was not referring to the wolf of the Great Desert, but to Plants.

"I don't know why you are the best worker of the Three Princes, but the baby wolf."

"When are you going to talk about it?"

The name of the third prince, Khalian, whose stomach is weak and weak in the mouth. Arsenal is the one who sings like an aquarium. But it wasn't Kalian that Arsen was talking about. So I asked him about it, and Arsen cut off Grey's words.

"There's nowhere to go in this situation, so it's just like you or me."

Arsen understands that the aim of grey is to live in a frenzy with the sound of monuments in the capital. In fact, whoever it is already knows. How else would Randall have thought about using Grey?

However, the late Evan Brissen is a sodmaster.

I don't know, but it means I'm going to be an unarmed soldier for a long time. Grey will never be the Marquis as long as Evan is alive. If we're lucky, Grey's son will be on the ledger. It was never going to come to Grey.

"When he goes to Camelon, my path is blocked here."

Once Khalian rises to the top of the Three Seas, Allan's commander will be captain of the Balkans for the rest of his life. It is harder for Arsen to escape from the Vice Commander than it is for Grey to ascend to the Viceroy.

So what Arsen is saying right now is that he's in the same position as Grey or Arsen. It also meant that I didn't want to be a second-in-command for the rest of my life thanks to the long-lived superior.

"Besides, I'm the one who will help you if you and I join hands. So let's have a drink together. Why are you so vigilant?"

Arsen said this and put up a laugh that was exactly the same as Plants'. Just like Callian did one day.

"Oh · · · · · · · Are you afraid of breaking your back. Or are you afraid of being torn? Which way?"

Maybe Arsen knows more about human planting beats than he does about Plants.

Grey's eyebrows twitch.

Arsenal knew he was no longer the Master of the Sword. I was out of place at the time, and my expectations had fallen down, just in case.

Either way, Arsen's words followed.

"A sorcerer's move won't be enough to make one master disappear. Whatever it is you're so afraid of, let's just stop talking and get it right."

It was a threat, a testament to his power.

It has the power to support Prince Plants properly and put him on top of the Three Horsemen. Getting rid of Evan's neck is easy. She can be a stronger ally than anyone else. That's what I said.

"I don't know why you hold hands with me when you're so strong."

"What's useful is not the change bag, but the name Bricen."

After a relaxing handshake of tea, Arsen once again laughs at the plant-based laugh.

"I don't want to go into a wide embrace and enjoy a comfortable life. So you can just sit on top of the Marquis and be my backdrop. That shouldn't be too difficult."

Grey narrows her eyes when she hears about it.

I'll kill Evan and give him the title of Viceroy. What difference does it make to the fact that Plants has been put on the Crown Prince for quite some time now?

"From what I hear, you're very arrogant."

If you push here, even if you work with Arsen, you will have to stay in the back room like Arsen really says. So if you want to take any more of your shares, you shouldn't be pushed by Arsen here.

"How dare you think I am?"

Arsen's blue eyes glow coldly.

"I'm telling you, you seem to have forgotten to live on the edge of the road."

The horror at the end of the sentence was overwhelming.

A white frost settles on the table between Arsen and Grey. Soon it spread the white threads of ice in all directions.

- Blah, blah.

A very anxious sound filled the reception hall and the expensive table froze as it did. The ice strand did not stop there, frozen the table legs, all the teacups and teapots on the table.

The same young voice pierces Grey's ear.

"I am Arsen Hertz, deputy commander of the Balkans. Mr. Chang-baek."

Arsen spreads a finger in front of Grey as he says. Then I touched the tip of the tea cup with my fingertips.

- What the fuck?

The table is broken.

A solid table of marble, a cup of frozen tea, shattered into a piece of a finger and scattered across the floor.

Arsen looks at it quietly, looking at Grey again. Suddenly, a quiet voice like the Seine followed.

"If you say that again, I won't stand for it. I'm here to hold hands, not pick on anyone."

Of course, it was not quiet.

* * *

My life started to blossom again.

I wonder who isn't Kalian's sword. I'm living like that again.

But this time, Plants grabbed the sword instead of saying 'Enough.' Then, looking at the two eyes of different colors that seemed to devour him, he gave out the same energy.

Live.

I've never had someone else's blood on my hands, but killing doesn't necessarily make life possible.

It didn't give off extreme horrors like Calian's, or contain blatant murders like Kiri's, but a sharp, sharp chill energy pierced his heart towards Kiri.

I'm sitting on the wall of the training ground from a distance, drawing a hospitable line at the mouth of Kalian who's closing his eyes.

'Not bad, even today.'

I definitely hate losing.

Learning is definitely fast.

- Ka-ang!

You close your eyes slightly, and Plants reaches out, blocking the blade of Kiri that was rushing towards Plants.

Munkle, and Kyrie's life is getting darker. Plants gazes at the tip of the Kyrie blade with his sharply locked eyes.

Soon Kiri makes another move. Plants stops again and follows Kiri's movements briefly with his eyes. And I hit my foot.

It was lighter than Kyrie's Black Plants, making it a quick turnaround.

The barricaded Kyrie pulls the incoming sword up toward her right shoulder and lowers it toward Plants, just before retrieving the thrown sword. Plants was already bitten one step back even before he could see it.

Now that we've figured out the Kiri sword's movements, we anticipate that it will make a crack and avoid it.

- Ta-ah!

Meanwhile, Plants, who retrieved the sword, leaps forward and draws a long curve towards Kiri.

Boom!

With a heavy voice, the blade's trajectory splits the air.

- Ka-ang!

Kiri blocks the blade of Plants, which leaps high and unloads all its falling power. The sword of Kiri shifts slightly backwards, making sure that its load is heavier than before. You unleash your sword on Kyrie and unleash Plants' attack. It was a situation that could have lost its center, but Plants once again attacked, rotating himself together along the trail where the sword slipped.

Ka-ang!

The two workshops continue, ignoring one Kalian, with a face as interesting as yours.

Kyrie blocked Plants' sword in a number of different ways and attacked again, just as she showed us how to launch a weight-bearing attack and how to retake a speeding attack.

Clearly, Kiri was the best opponent to learn how to properly harness the benefits of a moderately heavy and moderately fast sword.

However, it was too lively and could only be fought in the presence of Calian, but it was not a problem. In practice, everyone gave their lives and didn't pick up their swords.

Ka 'ang!

Swinging the sword that extends out to the waist of the plant, Plants, who rushed the blade path, blocked it. With the tip of the sword down, Plants' eyes flash fiercely at the attack.

Seriously, you're going to kill him.

Kyrie's eyes glow sharply, once again, with a life that doesn't have to be hidden. Kiri hits the ground again. Plants also draws his sword, facing it.

- Aah!

At the same time.

Another change has come to Kiri.

I was surrounded by deep static. Everything that I just saw was different. The senses you awakened in the duel with Calian have expanded once more.

Whether the opponent with the same head as the sword will come forward, strike the opponent with the sword, or how to move after that. It's like a trajectory is being drawn. Just as the sequence is drawn.

'Where to cut.'

How much you cut to kill the opponent.

Just like someone tells you.

A red bloodline is drawn in front of your eyes in a space where everything seems to have turned black and white everywhere. The answer was to cut that place down.

So Kiri moved the sword along the bloodline.

Kyrie's sword suddenly loses its shape and disappears.

- Yuck!

I heard the Forgotten Sword tearing air at the same time.

- Caaaaang!

A sharper sound shook the arena than ever. Kiri stares forward only after hearing that sound. You see where the tip of the sword, which was drawn towards the red bloodline, is headed.

Plants stand in front of Kiri.

The sword meets the sword.

"Congratulations, Kirrie."

A sword filled with dark red energy was blocked between the blade and the heart of Plants.

Callian, who was watching the duel from afar, suddenly stood in front of Plants. That way, you can stop Kiri's sword.

"But not my brother's heart."

I laughed as I celebrated Kyrie's growth again.