How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Uriah was clean.

The conclusion and disconnection was clean, the words and understanding were clean, and the magic was clean.

Of course, if someone saw 40 charred corpses, it would be doubtful that the standard of cleanliness that Uriah thought was' to burn clean and kill without any survivors of the lightning strikes. 'However, even so, her magic was clean.

As it was such an Euria, the reflexes were also clean.

I didn't listen dry and engraved it well. I learned a lot from this and apologized again as soon as I saw Calian.

Then he said with a clear face.

"The organization's name is Xeon, Prince."

Reflection is reflective, and I think we should finish what we need to do, so we should take the cause of this month first.

"And it's found here, but it's hard to read or understand."

After a glimpse of the pile of paper handed over with this horse, Calian nods and answers.

"Well done."

It was a completely different look than when I put everyone together in the coffin of Wilhelm and gave an equally living lesson. Even though Uriah said, "I'm sorry," he just said that he knew.

It was Alan.

While you're on your way, Alan asks Callian to take care of you.

'The chairman of the association taught me a lot. I'll tell the deputy commander when I get back to the capital, so please don't beat me any more.'

He wasn't Allan who had no idea how much trouble he was in with both of them. Maybe Calian is particularly sensitive to this kind of work. So I stepped out instead. Instead of worrying about Kalian being overly reprimanded, I was worried that he might care about something else today.

So Callian decided to move on without saying anything else. I didn't know why they left.

"I'd like to take this back to the palace as much as possible. Is that possible, Master?"

Is that possible?

If I wanted to take the moon that is floating in the sky to the Chermill Palace, I'd have to try to move the moon first. We have to let them move the cave so they can take it.

Alan nods and extends his hand before even considering whether it is possible or not.

"Please."

After taking over the paper from Calian, Alan manages his magic for a moment and tucks it into his space. When I entered the space of the other two wizards, the crumbled paper was kept unchanged. You put a special preservation spell on the paper.

As expected, Calian turned his head, which made Alan feel rewarded for a lifetime of being a wizard by looking at Alan with cool eyes.

"Then we'll deal with them."

Callian's head turns toward the setbacks. Before the explosion, Uriah told me all about what was going on.

"· · · · · So I put her to bed first and went outside, Prince."

The yellow owl bites his lower lip hearing the end of the sentence.

I fell asleep after hearing the explosion, as Uriah had said, and when I opened my eyes, the Grand Wizard and the sorcerer were looking down on me.

He was also a powerless prosecutor, and even though he was nervous in front of Euria, he fell into Euria's 'slip'. The fact that there was such a difference in mental strength was also a testament to the difference in skill between the two. Now that there are two more people than Uriah like that, what can I say?

Calian walks in front of the yellow woodpecker, one of whom is trapped side-by-side, without a sound of a small step. Even though he was in the nearest area, he was already aware that the Yellow Wool was representing three people.

Kalian looks down at the yellow owl, as if he had completely given up his thought to resist, and opens his mouth.

"Name."

"I forgot."

The answer was quick and Calian smiled as soon as he heard the answer.

I remember saying the same thing in the past, and I was quite satisfied with his answer.

And after that smile, it didn't fit at all.

- Oh, my God!

Living an instantaneously spicy life.

As frightening and sharp as Calian's red eyes pierce the yellow woodpecker.

A slightly cooler voice appeared again.

"Name."

"· · · · · · · forgot, you said."

The voice shook, but the answer was the same.

Sensory prosecutors are more susceptible to life than wizards. Besides, Kalian is on his feet for quite some time now. Even though he lived that deep, his behavior was the same. It's not that big of a secret, but we don't even tell them.

Khalian, who had been watching the yellow woodpecker for a while, reappears. It was a voice that sounded different than usual, as if I was staring at it like when.

"If you go back, you're all dead."

Chase was much different from before.

You killed half of Sezar just for suspicion. I couldn't forgive the birds for disobeying orders.

Even if I decided to forgive one thing, it was clear that if I found out that Kalian had stepped forward and fought the warriors of the Great Desert again because of what he said, I would kill him. Callian knows that even if he has a reason, he can't be forgiven for it.

"You know the half of it. Why are you so stubborn?"

If I hadn't come here, I would have died by the three warriors who came looking for me, but I guess I'm not dying by Chase's hand anymore, am I?

Again, the yellow woodpecker did not answer.

I glanced at him, and the other two clasped their mouths as well.

"What would you do?"

Uriah, who was watching Kalian next to you, asks. If I kill him, I'll kill him, and if I tell him to let me live, I'll let him live. We know that Calian and Chase didn't have a bad relationship.

Calian doesn't immediately respond, but opens his eyes for a moment. I thought about what to do.

If they were looking for inside information on Cairys, they would have punished him as Prince Cairys, but now they're after an organization called Zeon. Given his relationship with Chase, it would not harm the royal family. Of course it'll help Callian.

Soon, Kalian's gaze shifted toward the yellow owl, saying.

"Lord Seyren, I need to speak to them for a moment."

Uriah goes out without saying anything, asking to get out of the way. Alan was still by his side, but he had nothing to hide. That's why Callian didn't ask Alan to leave.

"Tell me when you get back."

Still, I should be glad to know that everyone has not changed to fill my joints like a white repair or a blue sole. Since it's the setups of Cecretia, maybe you should pay attention as you have.

"I met you, and I wanted you to have a knife."

Yellow woodpecker, Savannah.

Let him live.

An absurd plywood that is powerless but has a good sense and won't give up. He was always taking risks and asking for information, so it's hard to trust the loyalty of birds anymore, but close your eyes for once.

Don't cut my flesh with my bare hands this time.

Chase will understand that.

"And you. Look carefully at which of your neck and information is heavier. A man who gives up information and lives is more useful to him than a man who gives up information and dies."

And Callian insists on coming just a little further.

"I see."

A yellow woodpecker glaring at Calian replies, as he listens in curiosity.

I had nothing more to say to the birds anyway. If there's anything important, even if you don't put your mind to it, Chase will take care of it and give it to the Green Brochure.

So, Kalian leaves them alone and goes out of the cave without another word. And I stood outside the cave and told Uriah, who was looking at the forest.

"Let's go."

"Yes, Prince."

Uriah nods and replies.

After that, Kalian takes a moment to turn his head toward Euria. And he said with a small smile.

"Those birds, the pigs in your bag, they're too tired to eat. Leave it."

He was worried about the aftermath of killing the tenants, so he decided to let them live. He also asked you to tell the pigs that he had some leftovers.

I told you I'm hungry, you should feed me.

* * *

The darkness was dark.

It was the second time I came out of the palace at this time.

Once upon a time, Calian was in search of Plants, and now again. So both times were related to Kalian.

Plants, who is always called upon to help with his brother's accident, frowns for a moment.

"I didn't expect you to come all the way here yourself."

I didn't think much of it while I was on my way to the magic circle, but I changed my mind as soon as I saw the wizard talking nonsense with his face as blue as his hair.

"I shouldn't have come."

I just came here for no reason to be in the palace.

Kalian expected Plants to summon Hina, but he certainly didn't expect him to come and wait for him there himself. The same goes for Arsen.

So if you're grateful, say thank you.

He's the one who can't be seen unless he wants to look good.

- Polygon

And that black horse standing next to you.

Shadowy fur and mane deep in this darkness. That's why the white right ankle looks particularly taut. Moreover, there seemed to be three petty two-legged animals gathered in front of him. It's Raven without a second glance.

Calian didn't come back. Plants was driven by Arsen on a Raven that had never been on board. Seeing that, the annoyance of Raven's original owner, Plants, flutters.

"I hope you didn't hurt your mouth."

Arsen frowns slightly as he tries to answer something, saying that it is very unfortunate. I didn't hurt my mouth, but I hurt my shoulder a lot.

Hina, who saw it, moves her hand toward the plant. Arsenal understands roughly, but not as much as Plants.

- Stop fighting.

If I leave it like this, the quarrel will spread, so it was dried up beforehand.

I didn't know anything bad about the two of you. A prince who will never lose to anyone in his lifetime, and a wizard who tolerates losing to a sword, but doesn't want to lose to a horse.

- First of all, get inside. Treat her first.

After hearing Hina's words, Plants unexpectedly nods favorably. Not because of that stern expression that made Plants eat Gerko's food, but because he reminded me that I was on my way to heal someone who was hurt anyway. I really do.

After a fight, Plants looks at Arsen and translates Hina's words.

"Treatment first."

Just one key word.

Then I walked into the building. It meant that they should come and be treated or be outside, just die or take care of themselves. A sneaky smile follows Arsen into the building.

The wizards guarding the building sat down with relief. I was not relieved to send Arsena alone to the palace immediately after becoming super-death, because I saw Hina come in with me.

"· · · · · · · They did this."

Plants asks for Arsen.

When I came to the bright place, I could immediately see how badly I was hurt. Half of the white robe is smeared black.

"Yes. Stronger than I thought."

Arsen gives a bold answer, as if to when he had a fight.

In the meantime, Hina loosens the piece of robe that Kalian had tied around her with a careful hand. Arsen who was watching it quietly said.

"I'll take that with me. I can't throw it away because it was done by the prince."

I'm going to go brag to the wizards. It's a bandage Prince Kalian tied himself.

In the meantime, Hina smiled and handed it over. Then he looked at Plants and said,

- It's gonna be okay. We stop the bleeding here, we go back, we fix it, we do it.

Plants nods and translates.

"She says it's fine."

Although the meaning was a bit distorted, Arsen could not have misunderstood it. Hence, Hina immediately stopped bleeding without saying anything else.

After a short time like that, when the blood stopped flowing, Hina went out to get some clean bandages.

Along with him was a silent membrane in the room.

"I have a question, Deputy Commander."

Arsen opens his mouth like this.

The eye touches the piece of robe that Callian tied you.

"The prince bandaged the wound himself, but I don't know how you know that."

Which prince in the world learns how to tie bandages? Not only that, of course, but also the ability and life that Kalian showed us. There were more questions than doubts.

"I learned. Me, too."

So Plants replied:

My brother can't lie so much.

As your brother, you have to help me.