How to Live as the Enemy Prince

A white teacup decorated in gold.

The red car inside is eye-catching.

The flavor is no longer known, so Chase can only think of his eyes that resemble the glow of the tea and has a gentle smile.

The one who was sitting across from me made a sound of a lot of relaxation.

"Tell me."

Even my 'only son' was hiding it because he couldn't believe it was just an old cold, but Chase knew why his voice was so divided. Chase knew one day why he coughed so much. The Bible says, & '93; He who sits in front of you will also catch a cold. &' 94;

"There are no special issues at the Northwestern Noble Council."

"I thought Baron Nerun was a great man to attend the gathering without doing anything special."

Doubt.

"You've already cut off all of the baron's power in the last month. At this meeting, the baron only asked for food support from other nobles. · · · · · · · · · after this hurricane hit."

"Chase."

The user still has a habit of not listening to the target's story. It's natural that I don't want to fix it.

As you are used to the call, Chase stops speaking quietly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A loud cough rings the office.

- Other northwestern nobles were affected by the typhoon as well. I wonder if they were just talking about food.

I was stuck back in this stuffy place for a month.

Even though the color of the red tea water seemed to burn worse than the sun in August, Chase's head never cooled down.

"Other northwestern nobles were affected by the typhoon as well. I wonder if they were just talking about food."

It followed the same words that came to mind a while ago.

Doubt for no reason.

A word of doubt that will never end until the end.

At that moment, I said something, and Chase had given me the same answer in his memory.

"I'll check again. Your Majesty."

Now the one sitting in front of him will cough and shake his hand without answering. Afterwards, you can stand up quietly, raise an example, and leave the office.

The person who was wearing the same clothes that came to mind and coughed in the same shape, shaking his hand. Chase gets up from his seat, puts an example in the same way that comes to his mind, and comes out of the office.

- Cheers.

A place where Kiri, a distant and distant past, once bowed his head. The big door closes with a small sound.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

I stopped thinking about it as I counted my steps. Always the same calm face, always the same soft smile, 20 steps, 30 steps.

Never doubt, never accept.

Same as always.

When you return to your office, focusing solely on your steps, Tailan joins you and tries to close the door.

"Your Grace."

"No."

Nearly simultaneously, Chase stops Tailan from speaking. And he told me the answer to words that didn't come out in a smaller voice.

"I never did, Lord Castrin."

After coming out of the king's office and returning to the prince's office, there was never a single solitary moment with anyone.

"So get out of here."

Now Chase has been doing the same without changing his memory.

There was no Bern and Tailan was there.

Chase now thought he could use a sword. He's been to Cairys recently.

So everything couldn't be exactly the same and there were many days I couldn't remember. However, just as the same thing was happening over and over, everything was doing the same thing.

It was to prevent Devil's suspicious gaze from touching Chase, so that Chase's 'future' would not be greatly mistaken.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Tailan, who had already received this paper several times before, went out after just showing him a simple answer. Probably won't come back until Chase calls.

Chase lets out a long sigh as the door closes again and is completely alone. After that, I closed my eyes for a while because of the blood rushing in. A moment ago, the conversation with Devil takes place in my mind.

The work in memory and today's work were exactly the same.

- You've already cut off the baron's entire force in the last month.

This was also a quote from Chase in his memory. Chase gripped his molars for one fact.

'I didn't have to send Bern.'

Now I don't know who moves as Devil's Sword. Definitely one of Devilan's escorts, but there's no need to find out. Because that wasn't the point.

Even without Bern, the past and the present branches were exactly the same. The disappearances, the date they disappeared, and even the method and Devil's reaction to them were all the same.

That's soon enough.

It's like saying that Bern didn't have to go out in the past.

Now that there is no Bern, there must be someone else in that vacant place with blood on his hands, but at least 14 young children who have not yet grown up.

'Why the hell.'

I wanted to run back to the office with the giant door and ask. Devil doesn't even know who Bern is right now, but he still wants to ask.

Why?

Your son.

Did you just use it with a blade?

I endured what I wanted to ask as if I was vomiting blood.

I was holding on to the feeling of my fingertips being cut off. Since returning to this palace, I have been enduring every minute without relief. As I endured, I searched through my memories and made everything exactly the same.

- Knock, knock.

Chase leans on the couch and swallows something he can't. He opens his eyes quietly.

"Your Majesty, it's me. I'm going in."

A horse that doesn't even work for the acolyte.

A relaxed voice that flows out in front of anyone but Devil.

Chase didn't tell me not to come in.

In fact, I didn't have time to say no. The door opened tightly behind the announced voice, and a long, troubled head came into my eyes.

"Arianne."

Of course it was Arianne.

"What are you doing?"

I'm searching my head for puzzles.

I'm running the pieces to see if there's any loose ends.

- Pair!

Chase stops thinking as he continues to answer the question he cannot. Arianne bent at her waist, clapping loudly in front of Chase's eyes.

After that, I raised my hand and put a warm palm on the cool forehead. After meeting Chase for a while, Arianne opens her mouth.

"Don't do that."

It's like reading Chase's mind, knowing what he's doing this for.

"Don't move like a picture. Do as you're told. But it's okay."

It wasn't okay.

"Everything has to work the same way, Arianne. At least until winter."

Chase opens his mouth quietly and replies:

"That way, the healer will come here on the same day and 'disappear' without a problem."

Only then will you inherit the crown in a quiet, peaceful and extremely natural form. Completely natural with no problems.

So as not to affect any other country, · · · · · to prevent Kalian's plan to move early next year.

"I know the laws of Cecretia better than you. I'll never let anyone do that."

I will never let the blood of a traitor enter the land of Cecritia. Whatever Devil promises and deals with, whatever it takes to make sure Tensyl's healer is called wherever and whenever.

Devil standing alone on the tombs of countless people will never let one law be broken.

"So you can breathe, Chase."

Arianne smiles as she stops Chase from thinking again.

* * *

A black silk dress with a concealed red light.

Designed to slightly reveal red light whenever it moves under the bright magic lamp of the Siegfried tube, it was specially commissioned by Shatin, the Royal Costume Officer. Knowing how much the person wearing the dress hates the ornament of glamour, Shatin placed an embroidered black thread on top of the unique black silk.

I didn't need a corset or a whale tendon paticot to inflate my skirt. The black dress that runs from chin to toe was already perfect enough.

"Gift."

The Kalian peddled a crate to Demirea.

She was dressed in a black robe over a red shirt and was left with a vivid red cloak with black embroidery on the same pattern as Demirea.

A colourful Kalian garment that is perfectly contrasted with Demirea, plus a diamond cloak splicing on top. Everything seemed to fit together nicely, but it was too glamorous, but it was not too much today that I came to visit just one day a year.

Today, August 16th.

The third prince of Cairys, the birthday of Kalian.

So Kalian today had to be more glamorous than anyone else.

"I should give you a gift."

"It's okay. It's not a good day to get gifts."

With a small smile, Callian points at my hand, a light reply to Demirea. It meant, "Take the gift that is still in your hand."

Prior to the prince's birthday celebration, Demirea, who was handed over to her suitor to be side by side, unhurried to release it with her undivided hands.

And then I frowned.

It wasn't because it was glamorous.

I hated dressing, but I didn't even know there was a barrier to accessories. Since I was supposed to be next to Calian on his birthday, it wasn't that hard to make an accessory to fit in.

The only problem was what the accessory was decorated with.

"· · · · · · · Prince. Are you declaring war on me?"

Demirea, who had a quick understanding of the meaning, nodded her head, saying that Kalian is no big deal.

"Yes."

Demirea smiles as she loses her words, not hiding them. Then I asked Calian in a small voice.

"How far are you willing to go with my name?"

Jan, who was with Khalian, was rude enough to know that it came from his brother's mouth, but frowned. However, Calian opens his mouth, smiling slightly, knowing that he had thought of selling Demirea's name again without making any prior promises.

"Just do that and I'll fight you for a week."

It's only been a week since I tried to write the name of Siegfried in the world. Of course, Demirea can learn many things over the course of that week, but it's still too much.

"Full moon."

It's supposed to be full.

Anyway, Demirea is Demirea. It's not Demirea from Siegfried for nothing. I'm going to rip off Calian's sword with one piece of jewelry.

"Okay, full moon."

Finally, Kalian nods and accepts the deal.

Underneath, Demirea seems satisfied that she's never made a deal before.

"I'll see you at the banquet hall, then, Prince."

"Do that. I have to."

"Yes."

Calian finally bursts out a cheerful smile in Demirea's image, not knowing what it means to be in one piece.

* * *

A colourful Siegfried coffin as always.

The magic lamp lit up in the jewel-like place itself and the musicians started playing.

It's Kalian's birthday, not anyone else's. So more nobles have found the Siegfried Coffin than ever before. Many of those nobles were waiting for the protagonist's position, keeping both their eyes and ears open to see what Kalian had to say today and who would be with him.

"Prince 3rd, Prince Kalian Lane Cairis!"

So today. It was not until the Calians made their way here, where all the nobles had gathered.

Callian greets all the nobles, saying, "Welcome," as usual. After that, he takes a relaxing step to find his seat.

"You look frustrated."

And since then, no one else has spoken but Prince Two-Man Plants.

"Not so much."

Black robes, beige capes, and the same color jewelry gave the right answer.

Seeing such plants, Calian continues to talk in a relaxed manner.

"Randall said you couldn't make it. I'm worried you're in a lot of pain."

Plants nods without an answer.

It's because I was trying to tell whether I was going to catch a cold today because my sister asked me if I should be sick today, as I did someday.

They can't possibly know it's an extension of the warning against the tencils for what Randall did, and an act to remind them that Plants is still with him.

When there were a few show-style conversations.

"I am the Duke of Demirea Siegfried."

Along with that, the nobles' gaze once again leads to the entrance of Siegfried Coffin. And the nobles turned to look at Khalian and Demirea, who were demonstrating very good relationships with Plants. It continued to rumble.

After seeing Demirea, Plants rolls up one side of his mouth.

"I've got a cold, too."

Callian disappears in this low, low voice.

"Oops. You did."

Immediately, the 'cold from Randall who had never been here' plant stood up. Then without saying anything else, I went out to the banquet hall.

It's because I saw Demirea's accessory, a round head accessory that was made to be placed slightly on the forehead.

The diamonds that would be perfect for anyone to think of Ruby and Siegfried to associate with Calian, though very thin and small, clearly reminded of Tiara.

A small crown, Tiara.

Even if it wasn't the real Tiara, the jewelry that could remind her, of course, could not be worn by the prince's bride.

At least, yes.

I don't know if she's married to Cece.

So, a moment ago, Calian gave Demirea a jewelry worthy of the hand of Cesar's bride. Very deliberately, and as planned from the beginning.

It was not meant to be a proposal for Demirea.

It was to show who was standing next to him who was wearing the jewelry that Cesar's bride would do, if so.

And when Plants realized that it was time to act as "the second brother who turned his back on the unexpected journeys of the three princes," he left the ballroom.

Kalian rises from his seat and heads for Demirea. And he opened his mouth with an admirable smile.

"Welcome, my bride."

Get ready to raise a dog.

Khalian's finger, which expressly reveals his greed for the three-way, draws a rounded curve in the air.