How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Winter in Northern Cairys is harsh.

Hartsila built a city on the north side of the big continent for her snowy Sispanian. At this point, it would seem that the Sispanians were a vicious dragon that had turned a human man into a paramour, but they were not.

The Sispanians only said once that the snow falling from the sky is beautiful, and it was Hatsuara who remembered it and made the cold region of northern Cairis the capital. The human habitation is so cramped and frustrating that I heard immediately that I would never marry you, and I thought I was a great man who built a royal palace so big.

Anyway.

Such a cold place is Cairysis. So the Senho River is literally frozen solid for a winter.

If you touch the Seine like that, it will rupture.

Does stepping on a rock break it?

Of course not. No matter how cold Cairosis gets, it doesn't freeze fast enough and freeze at cryogenic temperatures to shatter frozen rivers and rocks.

"What is this? · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Looking at the shattered marble table, the Grey Brisen Change Bag, which I didn't even know existed, quietly shut up. It was not good for me to make a sound of surprise in this situation.

"You think this is worth a lot of money and you broke it!"

So I acted naturally like this. I thought it would be better to be a small person who loves things more than a scared one. I regretted it for a moment, looking at Arsen's disdainful eyes coming back.

"Please answer me, Mr. Chang-back."

Arsen said without a word about the price of marble tables and unusual quality teacups that the artisan could touch at first glance.

I sold Callian's name and salary when I was dealing with Calian's bullies, because Calian couldn't handle what's happening right now. Of course, there was nothing more I could deduct from my paycheck down to Florin.

From the time you blew up your wagon, you knew you weren't normal, but Grey, who didn't know it was like this, wept. Arsen opens his mouth again, waiting for Grey's reply without saying anything.

"You know, this might be your last chance. Prince One will be twenty soon."

Soon the three-way will be decided, and no matter who becomes the three, nothing will ever come back to Grey. Evan would be better off if Plants were on top of Threejaw, because it has nothing to do with Grey. So now you have to put a spoon somewhere to make your way to the capital.

"I'll think about it."

Even when Silicon or Randall called, three days were enough to worry about. I was stupid, so I didn't improvise. He was quite patient, even when he faced Kalian.

"How much time do you need?"

"Three days."

Grey asked for the same three days as he had previously considered. Arsen nods and replies.

"Then I'll come back tomorrow."

I had no intention of following Grey's demands whatsoever. It was only because Arsenal had to have it.

Well, it's not a day or two of a wizard's urgency that Grey has to understand. It's okay to put a wizard in front of you who can freeze Grey anytime instead of the table.

Of course, as you mentioned that Arsen was fine, not so fine, Grey frowns and opens his mouth.

"You asked for three days."

"We're wasting time. I think I've come to a conclusion."

Just as Arsen said. Grey would never be able to resist Arsen's words. Grey knows this is his last chance.

"Tomorrow. I'll come back."

Finished speaking, Arsen rises from his seat. Then he lowered his head lightly and went out. After the conversation, I didn't even ask for permission to leave.

* * *

It becomes heavier as it becomes lighter.

That is the sword, and that is the sword that must be.

A dark red sword wedged between Kirry and Plants twists slightly. It's not a big move, but Kyrie's Black Calian slides in the intended direction and falls toward the ground.

Plants, standing behind Calian, unsaid. There were no changes on the outside, but things were happening a while back in my head.

'It was different.'

There was a clear change in Kiri's eyes.

After that, the sword swarmed at a speed that Plants couldn't keep up with, and Kalian was already standing in front of him when he tried to stop it.

Perhaps if Khalian had not intervened, he would have stabbed the heart, but there was no great feeling that he had just died. After all, there was a Khalian, so I thought I'd keep him alive no matter what. Since he's not really dead, it shouldn't be too much faith.

After all, Plants didn't know exactly what happened to Kiri. However, since something in Kiri had changed during the struggle and Calian said congratulations, he was clearly thinking about taking it to the next level.

"· · · · · · · Kyrie."

However, the atmosphere was a little different than usual.

Even with Calian's jokes, he didn't give Kiri much of an answer. Apologizing to Plants for feeling so murderous that Kalian intervened didn't even begin. But he's not the one who's not answering Calian's words. It's too quiet.

Moreover, the sword is not retracted even after the duel is over. Above all, life did not sink.

- Ugh.

Calian moves to the side just as if Plants were right. So, it's a little bit more sideways and completely blocked the front of the plant.

That meant Kyrie was still in danger.

'I guess you didn't want me to mess around.'

Plants smiled at this thought. After not seeing it, Calian still looks forward and opens his mouth.

"Kirrie."

Calian, who called his name once again, looks at Kiri silently for a moment. He sighed for a short time and struck Kiri with his sword. You hear a short sound of a fly strike.

Along with that sound, Kiri looks back at Calian, looking ahead, but seeing something else together.

"Kirrie."

"Yes."

Then the answer comes back.

Kalian opens his mouth. I smiled with the same face as before, and said the same thing a little while ago.

"I said congratulations. I told you."

"Ahh · · · · · · · · · · ·."

The answer was not immediately followed. On Kiri's face, there was a look like that that made him seem to see something unbelievable and have a lot of different ideas.

"Thank you, Prince."

A long time later, a late thank-you came back. Khalian nods briefly and looks into Kiri's eyes.

"I know what I see."

It was what Bern experienced before he climbed the sword, but no one saw it. So Chase, who heard Bern's explanation, gave it the name 'pseudonym'. It is a life-and-death line. Let's call it that.

In the past, Kyrie had only seen the autumn months before she died. So now we are faced with it much faster than we are now. Because of this, Kalian is naturally happy to run, but he can't just celebrate.

I knew how important and dangerous this moment was.

"I'd like to put the sword in, Kirrie, first."

Callian points to the sword still in his hand, hanging down. Towards Kiri, who still can't live.

"· · · · · · · Sorry."

The short apology Kyrie put the sword in the sword. Calian's eyes quietly observe the process. It was only after Khalian saw that the sword was fully embedded in the sword.

Plants didn't know it yet, but Calian did. That life was not meant for Silk Plants.

Just ahead of him was Plants, and the same energy reaches Kalian after Kalian intercepted them. So, a moment ago, Kiri tried to bring death without distinguishing himself from his opponent.

"Sword, give it to me. Kirrier."

Kalian reaches out for Kiri's sword.

You asked me to give you back the sword you put down. Kiri doesn't know what it means to take the sword from the prosecutor. It meant that he would not let me hold the sword.

"Yes."

Knowing that, Kiri replied: Then he hands Calian the sword in the sword. It was an act without hesitation or doubt. Kalian asked me to give it back, so I gave it back.

"Let's go somewhere for a minute."

Calian smiles softly, taking the sword.

* * *

Gerko Euria's fine forehead is slightly frowned.

Four beers.

How can a man drink four beers?

You understand if it's a big glass, but you make an annoying voice when you see the Ice Wizard who has become drunk in four beers that are slightly bigger than a glass of water.

"I should have known when I was looking for booze."

He didn't know that Arsenal was weak. Even so, when I met Grey and told her that her mouth was going to rot, she said something seemed to have happened to her tongue, and when she finally wanted to drink, she made a mistake.

An empty bottle of high-quality Hi-molica and a healthy Uriah opens its mouth.

"Hey, kid."

"Here's the pitch, Mr. Association."

A half-tongue-tied voice returns from Uriah's call. And so it began.

"I didn't mean to do this, Chairman of the Association. McDreamy made me do it. I hated him so much, Councilman. But I asked you to stand in front of him for the Vice-General, the Prince's older brother, Chairman. I didn't mean to, Chairman. But you asked me to do it. I hate to say it, Councilman."

"Oh, yeah."

Arsen did not mind the words of Uriah's castle.

Arsen hands the fries he made us eat. Then the fries that were touching his hands were slightly frozen and stiffened.

Arsenal, who saw it, said as if it were strange.

"Oh, it's freezing."

"You froze."

Uriah endured.

There were still fries that weren't frozen yet.

"Yes, Mr. Chairman."

"Oh, yeah."

The hand to catch the frozen fries continues to freeze the new fries. As the deep wrinkles in Euria's brow grew, so did the potatoes.

"Come to think of it, the deputy commander of McDreamy's brother is also annoyed that he's involved with those people, Council Chairman. I know you're not a bad son of a bitch, but my prince keeps taking care of you, Association Chairman. I know it's not your fault, but I'm annoyed and I hate it."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, it's frozen."

"You froze."

Arsen pours the remaining beer into his mouth and opens his mouth again. After confirming that there were no more chips to eat.

"It's all because of that damn family, Chairman. My prince. How kind of you, Councillor. I don't know what I'm talking about, Councilman. I picked up a wagon, said you did a good job, destroyed the building, and you gave me a raise, Mr. Association Chairman."

"I think the point of thinking you're a good person is a little strange."

"No, he's as good as you are."

I listened so far and just gave up.

With the silent on, Uriah just turns off the silent and walks on the slip, unable to hear Arsen's rebuttal.

- Unh!

It was quiet just then.

Uriah, who turned Arsen's head to sleep on the wooden table to keep him from dying, picks up one of the frozen fries while trying to chew it off.

After pushing all the frozen fries next to the Cipheron Wizard, Uriah glances at the sleeping arsenic on the table for a moment and smiles deeply.

Anyway, the rain stopped and the moon lit up outside the window. The alcoholic ice wizard sleeps next to him, and the table is full of frozen fries.

"Here's a bottle of Hi-molica and a fried chicken."

Black stone, red power, politics.

Let's just have a drink today.

* * *

Around the time Callian's crazy crackers were freezing fries.

The two horses that burned Kalian and Kiri enter the forest.

Calian says nothing on the way. Kyrie, sitting next to you, is also following behind Kalian without another word.

It rained a lot, but it still rained in the forest. Calian opens his mouth as he takes in the good scent.

"What do you think?"

Kiri calmed down more quietly than before.

"It's peaceful."

"It won't be peaceful for a while."

Calian smiles quietly.

It was as he said.

Kiri looks around in surprise as he reaches the place where the moonlight rocks are. All the dirt that was dug up, the wood that was cut down, the little rocks, the traces of what was clearly burned. It was a mess.

Calian laughs a little louder, looking at it quietly. I was well aware that this mess was caused by myself.

"I saw it because it was my sword you learned."

A sword that needs to be heavy as it gets lighter.

As you become accustomed to a sword that doesn't weigh too much, you finally feel if it was made to take a life. As Demirea once said, the sword is the ultimate tool for murder. Knowing how to use it is the same as learning how to kill.

So the lighter it got, the more I had to feel how heavy it was.

But for Bern, the sword was as light as ever. It was as light as it was light.

It was because I had to kill someone with a sword I had learned to defend. Then it became lighter. I didn't even feel the weight of life on my sword.

I saw an itch while training the sword with such a lightened sword.

The user sees a way to kill the target. It was a revelation that fits perfectly with Bern's sword.

"I know it won't go away now."

But here's the thing.

It was that there was no escape from the world I met for the first time.

"You'll see my consolation."

The problem is that it doesn't distinguish the target from each other.

Calian recalls seeing the bloodline appearing above Chase in the past, watching the red line drawn towards Calian and quietly staring at Kirrie who would be confused.

"Rest well for a while, and you'll be fine. I'll give it back to you when your black, diamond becomes invisible."

After reassuring Kiri, Calian sighs a short while looking around.

I knew I saw the same thing not just because I learned the sword of Bern, but because I walked a similar path to Bern. I finally realized that I was buried in so much blood because of what Kalian had asked me to do, that I had to walk the same path.

"I'm sorry I didn't pay attention."

To forget what it's like to slaughter a man.

"I didn't know you were this fast."

I just thought it would be okay to show a peaceful face all the time, because the answer would come if I could. I didn't know Kirie was as fast as this forest, and that Kalian was a mess.

"Sorry, Kirrie."

I'm sorry I thought it would be okay to wield a sword like that.

I'm sorry I let you carry so much on your own.

After the congratulations, Calian said he was so sorry.

< [Ambient] Black Butterfly >

Recall the time that has passed.

My recollection is welcomed, delighted, and happy.

And poor, depressed, sad.

After that.

* * *

I opened my eyes to the sound of the wind.

It rained and I didn't feel good.

Why did I open my eyes on a day like this?

I didn't like that one. So I went out without even estimating how long I was asleep.

- I called you.

I can hear your voice as if you were answering a question. The voice of the person I met after a long time I didn't remember.

Sometimes it was the image of a young child, sometimes a mature woman, and on a very fickle day, it was the voice of a red bird, one and all.

"On a day like this. You know you hate it."

I hate rainy days.

I know I hate this day. He had to know because there was nothing in this world that he didn't know.

- Something I don't know. Strange thing. That's why I called.

Until then, I didn't think much of it. It was only the impression that Serenti and the god who made me had something they didn't know.

I didn't know it was the beginning.

I didn't know it was me who shouldn't know anything in this world either. Of course, it was too big a problem to comfort it, but I didn't know it then.

The great name of the Crusade began with a little call from Serenti who woke me up one rainy day.

Help, me.

Turned upside down.

Serenti, who was always asking for help from someone, asked me for help. The language of God was undeniable, but it was certainly a beggar. It was more desperate than ever.

"Tell me."

The reality that I encountered from that call was never funny.

Evil God, even his name was hard to put on his mouth, opened his eyes. Someone I had never seen blindfolded Serenti and took her life.

My countrymen who intervened quickly died in vain, and I hid my young ones. Half of the continents that were separated and left were shattered, losing their beauty. I saw many factions disappear and become legends.

The last prey of evil gods was the weakest of men. Some of the most powerful humans have gathered to stop it. Only then was he weak.

- I know they're an opportunity.

Serenti calls Humans her last chance. I empowered them.

Seven humans gathered like that. And I tied the Devil God's feet. The final battle begins, small and vast.

Serenti, who was with us, revealed her will. Serenti would rather be gone than all of them dead. We had no objection, and Serenti slept with the Evil God.

Four are alive.

No, four are dead.

That's how the final battle ended.

And everyone knew Serenty was asleep.

The chaos of the lost lives of God was too great. So I couldn't go back to sleep.

* * *

Time has passed.

We were called heroes.

Humans add the word "sacrifice" above the name of the dead hero. Even though they died and disappeared, their deaths were so beautifully wrapped.

Humans praised the surviving hero. because they learned that they could survive. There were too many things missing to mourn in memory of death. 'Cause if you're gonna be sad about it, you're gonna go crazy.

"The Sispanian."

The same was true of him.

With the war over, the hero who survived deserved to be forgotten like a dead hero, but he didn't. I stepped forward and gathered the survivors. I asked for memories of the dead and encouraged life.

"You don't like rain and you like snow?"

And chased me around.

A man who is clearly called a hero. A human with a sharper sword than any other human. Humans who can use one word against another. The strongest of them all.

That's how he followed me.

After all, he, a human, was constantly chasing me, not a human.

"What else do you hate?"

I couldn't understand the intention of asking this.

Looking at the world he saved and saying it's beautiful, I just said the snow coming down is more beautiful. I never said I didn't like the rain, nor did I say I like the eyes.

And yet I knew. And that's what I always ask. What else do you hate?

"You."

He didn't like it.

* * *

Did Serenty know?

How it will change the world, how I will change, how my world will change.

It will be the beginning and the end of my life.

I wonder if he knew.

Or I don't know.

If I had known, I would have resented you until the end of my life.

I wonder if he knew.

Or I don't know.

If I didn't know better, I'd hold a grudge against you until the end of my life.

* * *

"I like butterflies."

I wasn't interested

He didn't care that I wasn't interested. I came as I wished and stumbled and went back as I wished.

"It's good. I think the flowers are blooming. So it's like spring all the time. That's why I like it."

Neriad, the hero who died in the last battle.

It was the day news of Neriad's birth came of her leaving. He came to me again carelessly and said something like spring. He said that it seemed like it would bloom.

"Cecritia. That's what they named her."

Keeping secrets.

A new country with this meaning, Cecretia.

She liked telling me that she had established a country with that name. Neria, who surrounded her and died, rejoiced that she had created a beautiful country beside the sea she longed to finally see.

"I was glad the news was butterflies. The flowers seem to have bloomed. Fortunately."

I'm glad she's not dead. I'm glad she's alive. It's a good thing we gathered people and made a country and got back up again. That's the flower.

I said so.

"Sispanian, what do you like?"

"You're going."

"Something else I don't know."

"You're not coming."

And I still bothered him.

Unlike Quitros Siegfried, I didn't listen to him.

"Anyway, I'm going to take Quitros and build a country."

And he declared that he would open his country.

* * *

He kept his word well.

He said he would step forward and really gathered the people.

He said he was going to save the world, and he really saved everyone.

He said he was going to build a country, and he really created it.

Cairys.

Where spring comes.

He built a country with a name that would fit him perfectly. A new kingdom ruled by a new hero was built on top of a fallen old kingdom and broken old territory.

"I like you. Cispanian, probably a long time ago."

And then he held me like this.

I was not a jolly old dragon. I wasn't trying to pass on a piece of time that was terribly long, imitating human life.

I was staying as I am. He knew it, too. I knew and acted my own way.

"I'm not."

I never called him by his name, and I never said anything right. I was just being a human supporter on behalf of Serenti.

I was not human.

I was busy enough to understand the world just by finding a way to bring Serenti back to sleep, just by keeping the young people from dying.

"Humans live in such a cramped, stuffy place."

It's too cramped and frustrating. Besides, it's noisy, annoying, and it rains. I live in a cramped, stuffy, noisy, annoying, rainy place. Humans live in places like that.

I live too short a life in such a place.

"So I will never marry you."

I hated it.

I hated it so much that I wanted to go back to the nest and sleep for a hundred years that I didn't want him to come.

"Well, okay."

He always didn't listen to me. What's wrong with him?

Then he began to build a palace the size of a village.

The day I found out.

I almost killed the hero who saved the world.

* * *

Most humans were narrow, arrogant, and weak.

He was not biased, not arrogant and strong. I was kind and thoughtful and smiled well and made my words pretty.

And selfish.

I was so selfish.

"Eventually you'll leave, and eventually I'll be left."

I already knew it would end that way and asked why it stuck with me so much.

"For me, it's my whole life. I want me to be a part of your life. I wish I was selfish."

He called me, knowing that I would never forget his memory. He called me, asking me not to remember but to remember.

"You don't know. Later on, when it snows, I think of me bothering you one day, frowning, and I think of me chasing you when I look at the sea and being noisy. When I saw butterflies, I smiled because I thought it would bloom. It's not just about remembering."

It's a memory, he said.

"I know it's selfish, but I hope so. I had no choice."

I grabbed hold of myself, about to leave in such a horrible way.

"How much longer do I need you?"

"I love you."

He really is.

I was so selfish. I ended up being selfish.

I couldn't shake his hand.

Since someday, maybe a long time ago, so did I.

* * *

"Sis."

"No."

"Fanny."

"No."

I became the new king's queen in a newly created country. The humans were happy, and he was happy.

And I had a child.

He was really, really bad at naming. I acted like I had done my job by naming a country and naming the capital.

"Bern."

"No."

Unforgettable heroes.

It is sad not to be forgotten. That's why I said no.

Human life is so short and short that I knew he would eventually leave me. After all, the hero will be forgotten and erased, so I knew I would remember it all by myself. I didn't want to give that name to my child.

"Camelon."

Butterflies.

The name he said he liked came from his mouth.

"Good."

"Ah, I finally decided."

He laughs.

Though I still remembered not calling out my name, I smiled that I had named my child, knowing that I never told him I loved him.

That's how time passed.

The child was born. I gave him a little blessing, because I was amazed at the resemblance of my black head and his green eyes.

The child spoke and began to grow tall and tall. That's how time passed. It flowed.

He was buried in that many years.

I was weak, unable to bind time.

Time, time.

Serenti's Human Day was short.

For me, who lived a time I couldn't count, that day.

I came too soon.

* * *

Hartsara, don't go.

I love you.

He laughed.

I cried.

* * *

The royal palace you built for me was so big.

The tomb I built for him was too small.

I went there every day.

I went to him knowing that I would not be able to see him again. I didn't have time to visit every day.

I wonder if he'll come.

Let's see.

I went to him as a butterfly.

I want our child to leave and her child to leave.

I went to see him as the Black Butterfly.

A black butterfly hovering next to a dead king.

I didn't even know that those who forgot it was me had invented a new word.

With a hope that spring will come.

* * *

So I still recall the time that passed.

My recollection is still good, still happy, still happy.

And still poor, still depressed, still sad.

After that it still hurts.

Because of memories you can't forget, because now you know they're memories.

I've been left alone to miss.