How to Live as the Enemy Prince

It became a habit.

If habit can be abandoned, why should we call it habit? It must be a habit because it can't be thrown away easily.

- What, work or something?

So Hina became a habit.

He hesitates, touching the door a few times with a very small sound, then knocks, then knocking louder and louder. The small noise was always different, and the number of times it was 10 million separates, but it was getting louder exactly three times.

It became Plants' habit to ask who he was or to tell him to come in instead of asking him to come back. Just like Lucy would feel uncomfortable about lying down on her legs when she got up on the bridge, she was told to come straight in to the knock that followed her hesitation.

"Come in."

Hina comes in after a habitual knock and a habitual answer. Then he looked around the dizzy landscape in the office, worrying as if it were a habit, and asked what had happened.

So, Plants explained in his own way that he would sit in this office with a frustrated face and look at the documents, not because of Arsen.

"You know."

Is there anyone in Balkan who doesn't know about Plants and Arsen? Therefore, it was meant to mean that you should not ask questions that need not be asked. And I folded up what I was always doing and looked at Hina. Why did you come?

After asking a silent question, Hina smiles slightly as she looks at Plants, ready to hear a silent answer. He then took the branches of Plants' clothing spread out on the couch and began to neatly organize them.

It was kind of you if you still had your habits as a maid, or if you just took care of her like Lucy did. Plants, who saw Hina, frowned and said.

"Leave it."

He'll be here soon enough to clean it up. By now, he'll know Plants is missing from the ballroom.

Even with these words, Hina smiled at me with a face that I didn't have a hand to answer, and began to organize. I threw it as far as I could, loosened the tangled tie and rolled it around, placed the shirt pin on the table, and hung the vest and jacket on the hanger. Then, you open your cloak, which looks like it's bigger than your height, and place it on one side of the couch and move your hand while looking at the plant.

- Why, here, are you here?

Fighting Arsen is a constant thing, but it's definitely a costume, judging by the vastness of it. So I have to wonder why the Second Prince should be at Calian's Birthday Banquet looking through the paperwork like this.

In Hina's words, Plants silenced for a moment.

Most of them, actually.

If you're a healer asking me where I'm hurting, I don't even know where I am. If we knew each other, we wouldn't tell you where it hurts, but Hina is a healer.

As everyone does, Plants gave me a sincere answer without my knowledge.

"· · · · · · · Cold."

Of course, the honest answer was not necessarily honest.

We could set up in the Great Desert in the north for about thirty minutes. On a summer's day, Plants has a cold.

Fortunately, Hina does not make a face about what nonsense it is. However, it did not make me stubborn.

Hina's hands move gently, thinking about something for a moment.

- Don't go. Wait, stay here.

Plants did not immediately respond.

I wanted to make sure I didn't have anywhere else to go today anyway.

Thanks to Demirea's Tiara, I didn't want to go to Siegfried's coffin and drag him into a commotion.

Whether it was Le Maine's consideration, Alan's mischief, or someone who was spending a day in the image of someone who was not in the world, I didn't want to go back to Chermill decorated entirely with red paper flowers without a single lump.

The training with Kiri, who will be with the knights at the training ground, is also of little interest today.

In the end, instead of explaining these things, Plants nodded without saying anything else and turned his eyes to the document. Hina, who was still smiling, stepped out for a moment and came back in.

In Hina's other hand, which was holding Lucy in one arms, was ice cream.

Plants, who saw it, opened his mouth as if it were absurd.

"I have a cold."

After dropping Lucy off without saying anything else, Hina gives her strawberry ice cream and makes a pretty smile.

Plants grins.

The color of the ice cream was so similar to Lucy's soles.

* * *

"Ah, Lord Bern."

Wearing a white robe marked by the Deputy Commander of the Balkans, Arsen stumbles out of Wilhelm's Coffin and opens his mouth as he looks out of the training ground.

Now, outside Chermill Palace, the Kyrie, who was able to hold the sword, placed her hand slightly correcting the position of the leather belt associated with the sword and asked Arsen for a funeral.

"Where are you going?"

Seeing the grim face of the dark circle, I doubted that it wasn't just going somewhere far away, but that's all I asked.

"Don't you ever think about drinking?"

"Yes, I don't remember."

"I remember."

Arsen said without giving in to the swift refusal to return to Kwon Ju quickly, so he smiled at Kiri and said something.

"I have nowhere else to go. So what do we do? We should get a drink."

If anyone hears me, I think I drink a lot.

After learning the secret of Kalian unwanted that day, Kiri looked very reluctant to learn about Arsen's cold drink and tried to bite his feet back. It was better to go inside and fight with the knights again. Or running around the training ground again.

"Why don't you have somewhere to go? You've got a lot of work to do."

"You're banished. To Prince Charming, your deputy commander."

But that's actually my office, so why don't you just barge into my office and take everything you're wearing off and tell me to get out? I don't know where this is going. Anyway, toughness.

This muttering Arsen explained to Kiri roughly what had happened.

Earlier, Arsen pretended to be secretly holding hands with Grey, and she was preparing to return to the capital. And Evan pulls Lennon out just in case he wants to enter Grey's capital.

But Plants didn't know any of this.

"The prince is stirring up all his excitement by now, and the Marquis of Brissen can't just sit there and watch."

And Arsen knew something that Plants didn't.

"But the Vice Commander, Prince McDreamy, doesn't want anything to do with Bryson, he's worried about something else, and I know he sent me away to return Balkan, who gave everything to our prince, by his will, but I can't go there. But I can't explain why I shouldn't go to our prince and be on his side. But if I hang around here and I see the deputy commander, won't I be able to tell everyone? Why is it so quick to notice unnecessarily?"

There's something going on with the Grey Change Bags Department, so you can't stand in front of Brycen and explain to Plants why you can't stand in front of him, and if you want to make a reasonable excuse to surround him, he can't be unaware, so he just comes out the way he wants him to.

That's why I avoided the job once and for all, but had nowhere else to go, so I gave Kiri another role as a drinking buddy.

"I have no place to put my feet, and my prince has nothing in his hands. Prince Charming has no one to take care of him openly, and no one seems to accept his birthday or apology. Let's just get together and have a drink, maybe a toast or something."

An enemy who has only had one drink really wants to have a drink with the reason for the verse. I don't know what to do.

Kyrie nods, unable to say no more.

* * *

Sometimes I think of dreams.

No one who knows Khalian has ever dreamt of a miracle, or a dream he had not long since he had this life that cannot be called luck.

The child who met for the first time and the last time and was completely separated and met in the mirror every day.

Calling him guilty on his behalf seemed excessively grand, so he had no idea whether he deserved it or not, so he decided to just name his actions as wrath in the future.

No matter how many days, no matter how many months.

Whether it's my anger or your anger, I'm just going to take it easy on you.

"You have received an excessive gift, Prince."

Evan, who looks just like someone, but laughs at him like that would never be possible if he thought he looked like that.

A few moments after Calian clears out the broken glass, he pulls out a noisy gap around him.

"Yes. Good."

After seeing Evan like that, Calian closes his eyes for a moment with a short answer. And I released a magic that had remained a more important habit than breathing.

As the order grows, Calian takes a deep breath and exhales very slowly, releasing the restraining power that required more magic.

Two years ago, actually, one day older than that.

One day, I remembered the very day when I took a deep breath with the salty sea breeze in my heart. I didn't feel as bad as I did that day, but I didn't hate the air that was lighter.

After taking a big breath, my back was straightened up with more slack than that.

After that, Calian opens his mouth, looking at Evan with his head slightly crooked so that he can't see the others.

"I still don't see it. Maybe you will."

Evan gives you an unpleasant look at his face, feeling a deep look at what Kalian is saying.

"What you can't see."

I see yours, you see not mine.

Calian opens his eyes slightly, sure of that. I was feeling better than when I saw the red cups of champagne spreading around, thinking for a moment about how to cook the guy in front of me.

"Whatever you see, whatever you don't see, Look to your own future. Aggravated greed is an act of anger, Prince Kalian."

And Evan barks clearly, trying to ruin that feeling.

"I'm looking into it, if you don't mind."

Kalian nods and replies.

Even the red eyes under the long lashes were looking into the future. It was not just Calian's future, but Evan's head falling off.

Evan, who doesn't even know what Kalian is looking at, tries to open his mouth again, seeing the prince standing in front of him with his answer.

"I'm excited. I'm looking."

Calian opens his eyes, interrupting Evan's words.

I wonder how fast your sword is. How heavy. How sharp and bitter. What thoughts are there, what memories are there. When will you tell me all about it, all of it? When is the day to be angry?

"I'm thinking about when it's going to be."

Evan frowned at the sound of his voice that had become more unsportsmanlike than the day we met in spring. On the eve that a commoner's concubine would become queen, the three princes in front of her continued to touch Evan's planting, as if he had already climbed to the top of the three pillars.

"Don't try to defile the royal family with the blood of a lowly man, Prince."

People don't know, but Evan does.

Kalian has nothing in his hands.

There's only one place you can have an authenticity.

As the scattered pieces of glass are cleared away, the commotion around you subsides quietly. I couldn't hear Evan and Calian talking, but everyone kept silent because they wanted to hear it somehow.

The glass that had been scattered across the floor had already been cleared away and all the red champagne had disappeared. When Evan sees the floor coming back completely clean, he raises his finger and speaks in a very small voice that no one other than Calian can hear.

"Maybe the day will come when it will be cleaned up like that."

Calian does not see Evan's hand pointing.

"More."

Instead of being angry with Evan, who did not overcome the anger and posed a personal threat to the prince, he opened his mouth with a relaxed face.

Callian's voice is not small.

Like an ice sculpture in a pomegranate juice, it was a creepy young age on a clear asteroid that was transparent.

"When will you see an example of me?"

But I'm going to live a good life after I'm done being angry.

As always, don't just warn me this time and think about going through with it. Prepare yourself and be angry. That way we can get it all back.

"Keep your back down. Marquis."

I painted a long red lip line.