How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Now I hear a voice that doesn't sound so surprising.

"Brissen again."

The little murmur meant that Raul, the Grand Chamberlain next to him, looked down and empathized with Remain's mood for ten minutes.

It was around that time that Callian barked and Plants agreed to do something similar in roughly reconciliation.

The delightful conversation I had with Plants when I left the Arfia Palace made me feel lighter and I looked down at the nobles with the eyes that Remain had suddenly become very uncomfortable.

Just received word of what happened in Senho's coffin while the time from the Arfia Palace had been delayed.

To put it bluntly, Evan did 999 things wrong, and Demirea did something similar once. However, even though Evan did it a little more than once, Demirea did it a little. I'm worried about what Evan might do with it.

Remain's eyes stopped in front of Demirea, looking at the nobles gathered in the meeting room one by one. A low voice came from behind the gaze.

"Little Duke Siegfried."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Demirea replied with a calm voice, proving that she looks just like Slayman, but she has no personality like mustard seeds.

Remain opens his mouth as he stares at Demirea, who is standing among the chatty nobles.

"I've heard that even though I am the heir to the Duke who needs to set an example, I've been forced to live towards other nobles."

Demirea remains silent without making any excuses. Evan also glances around the crowd, taking care not to let his insides show on his face about holding one of the correct pods. In a word, he was careful not to make it feel good.

Now, it is only Serenti who did not realize that Remain had tied all but the Duke of Demirea, including Evan himself, to a nobleman, because of his joyful heart, or because of his joyful, light-headed head.

Remain looked at Evan longer than Demirea, who was listening to the story, turned his head to Demirea.

"You'll want to be careful not to hear stories like this again in the future."

Lemaine says just one word and then shuts up. The second age difference, even though the Duke's son threatened the Marquis, he said, "Just don't do it anymore." With just one word, Evan turns his head to the other to hide the frown of his eyes that his wife would never like.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will."

Demirea lowers her head and replies, as she expected Remain's reaction to be. He did not say, "I will be careful," but just said, "I will do it."

Where in the world is such a fundamental, biased action and audacious answer?

"Your Grace."

Evan calls Remain, taking care not to reveal the uncomfortable plant.

In fact, even at this time last year, you would never have called Remain in such a quiet voice. No, Remain couldn't have done this in the first place.

After all, considering that time, there will be no going back, so Evan quickly escaped his obsessive past and opened his mouth to Remain looking at him.

"It is clear that the heir of the Duke, who should set an example for all nobles, has done such a foolish thing in the palace. I think there should be a proper punishment."

Remain silent.

Remain looked at Evan deeply with his unique dark blue eyes, as if his words were echoing through his mouth.

"Fair punishment."

When Demirea hears that voice, she looks down quietly.

If a guy named Evan could figure out who did it first, he wouldn't have done this. However, Demirea did not take unnecessary actions such as making an annoying face towards Evan, being pathetic, or staring at Evan with an angry face again. He kept his mouth shut about who started the fight. I didn't have anything good to say about it.

Remain opens his mouth again as Demirea and Evan watch something very different for a moment.

"As the erl has said, the Duke is the Duke's heir, and the Duke's fault is soon Siegfried's."

In a situation where the nobles stare at Remain's mouth without a sound of breath, Remain speaks:

"Therefore, if the Little Duke is guilty, it is fitting to ask the Duke, the owner of the house, the sin. Would it be a proper punishment to take back the current Duke of Siegfried by asking his successor for desertion in the capital alone?"

Abolishing the duc's stomach?

Remain as clear as the news about Freya's Peach, and the eyes of all the nobles bulged. Evan had nothing to say.

Noble status is inherited only after death. If there is only one exception, the noble individual's sin will only be stripped of his title by the royal decree. If there is a legitimate successor to the family, then the position is forced to be passed on to that successor.

Of course, it is also in the law.

But he's not just another duck.

He was equal to the princes. There has never been a desecration of such a duke. Even if they were nobles other than the Duke, they had never received such punishment just because their heir died fighting other nobles.

Nevertheless, no one looked at Remain with his eyes that he was out of his mind.

Remain silent again, as if giving the nobles a moment to think.

"It is not a pleasant thing to ask for sin through me without knowing how to resolve a petty quarrel, but it is not that you do not understand the wrath of the Marquis. So I shall punish Duke Siegfried as I wish."

Evan's head goes straight back.

If that absurd thing Remain said was true, and if only one did it, it would soon succeed Demirea.

So this is Le Maine's handiwork to give Kalian the right power as an excuse.

'Remain · · · · · · · ·!'

If Le Maine tells herself and Calian to give up the position to Slayman, that's when Slayman says he'll return the position and spend the rest of his wonderful life traveling around the entire country of Cairus with Sherry. When I'm tired of traveling like that, I try to send my old man around with a sword somewhere in the south, and I try to make Demirea a real peaceful peaceful peacekeeper and give it to Kalian.

With authenticity in one hand and impenetrable shield in the other, I can clearly see that I want to sit on a proper throne completely different from Remain.

Having said this, Evan appeared to have nothing to do with trying to properly oppose Freya's chunks.

"No, Your Majesty. I'll take matters into my own hands."

Whatever Demirea is doing in front of Evan in the future, it is clear that Evan will not be able to ask Remain to punish him for it. No matter what Demirea has done, Remain will inevitably take Slayman's place. Rather, Evan should step up and face Demirea's punishment.

Le Maine's dark blue eyes stare back at Evan.

He said that he would never forget the fact that he was the same person in the past that could no longer be restored until he died of the blue eyes that gave an unbelievably sharp light, at that moment Evan thought.

"Yes. I'm glad you decided to do it yourself."

Le Maine looks away from Evan after saying this without adding another word. I nodded briefly to Grand Chamberlain Raul.

That's when the meeting started.

* * *

Smart guys are annoying.

Sensitive ones are annoying.

I hate it when you take on a guy who's smart and sensitive. My brother found out that he was smart and sensitive, and I hated him so much that I saw him come at me suddenly to be my brother. Mischievous and stuffy and ridiculous, and besides,

"No."

It takes patience.

A lot of that, too.

"Why."

"I told you. I'll do it."

I've said it three times already.

Evan put up with it at the Birthday Banquet Hall, and Arsen put up with it at the Wilhelm Coffin. I endured it today because of that grass head. Especially today, so much Ahjuju, so great to think for myself. I'm a big girl now. Since I'm a real adult now, I've been really patient enough to drink.

Give me the ring, the green brochure, because I'm about to talk to the Secretarians. You said you didn't want to treat me like a Jell-O, so let's leave the Jell-O.

Anyway, I made it clear to that perverted potato shooter that I'd just talk to him myself. I've said that three times, and I can't believe I didn't understand it with that good head. You wouldn't understand why I don't like it. I know damn well that I can't lie, and I'm not doing it because I can't believe I'm going to talk about this without hiding it.

"So tell me what you want to tell me."

I decided to let him be my brother. By the way, I thought it would be ironic to call Calian Calian "Calian," expose my guilt about the old Calian, and find out exactly where he should be and who he should be living with. But I was thankful.

I think he got us out of nowhere, stuck in all kinds of ice. I really wanted to thank you for that.

But that's it, and this is it.

You think he'll give Chase the ring knowing what he's going to say?

"I understand."

Plants relaxed between anger and patience, taking a sip of strawberry tea and placing it down, talking with a relaxed face.

"Give me that, give me that."

Oh, I see.

Serenti.

What sin have I committed in my past life that I have to endure by getting involved with underripe strawberry buttocks?

Or you.

Do you have any memory loss medication for strawberry tea? If you have such a medicine, please send it to Cecretia.Why don't you feed it to the guy who can't tell if it's potato sprouts or strawberry bottoms?

This way, the unpredictable stuffiness and rolling teeth looked at Plants with unshakeable eyes as Calian pressed down once more. Then, after finding Serenti and Alan once, he calmly replied, recalling the mindset of those who were nurturing to realize the truth of human life.

"If you talk to me, I'll do it for you."

"I'll do it."

Kalian smiles deeply.

"Oh. I should have just gotten rid of it."

It's a little awkward, but I really should have just killed him.

I should have just killed Arsen and that freshly grown bastard and killed them both and followed my teacher south to live with Raven and Lucy. Whether the world is ruined or not tomorrow, I should have bought ripe strawberries and strawberry ice cream and sucked coconuts with Kiri every day just because it looks like spring sunshine, summer sunset and winter snow. I should have gone south to live, talked to the cliffs, talked to the trees, talked to the waves. I think living like that would be less frustrating.

"What."

What do you mean you're going to get rid of? You said it again, but you don't know what's going on up and down. Did you learn that from Devilan? I need to see where he lives, what he taught him. Callian once saw these snowy plants, he added, smiling more beautifully.

"I do. I mean, I'm dying."

Plants, expressing an uncertainty about what he understood or didn't understand, raises one lip toward his red-eyed brother.

"Lennon Brissen came to the palace."

Damn it.

Who's worse than the guy who made the beer?

"· · · · · · · Who did it, he came to the palace."

"I don't know."

Calian sighs deeply as he looks at the plants that have extended Needlene's life by just two letters.

He's threatening me with my heart again.

Before you think about why Lennon came, why Evan took Lennon out, why Arsen really went near Grey's place because of the traveling enchantment, and so on.

Killing Evan quickly prevents him from doing that, and once again, Calian pulls out his ring with a selfish and penitent face and puts it on the table. Then I took the strawberry tea, which seemed to be burning, and put it in Alan's mouth.

"Don't say anything weird."

"I don't do howling. Unlike someone else."

Seeing Calian begin another deep concern about whether to get rid of Devilan first, Evan first, or the peas sitting in front of him, Plants taps the ring.

"Mana."

I wanted to learn some magic to flush Lucy out, but I can't deal with Mana right now, so I told you to connect her quickly.

Finally, Calian, who had been stubborn about the peas, took a deep breath and breathed his magic into the ring.

Then, focusing on the ring, Kalian looks around, thinking that maybe he started a conversation, while he has nothing to do.

A cozy office that is now as familiar as Calian's room. I feel relieved just being here. · · · · · · We know that it's all thanks to Alan who always puts Kalian first.

· · · · · · · · · · · Prioritizing Kalian.

"Master?"

Then Calian mutters quietly, feeling empty somewhere. I didn't notice Alan's movements outside the office until a moment ago.

I would have told you that if you were normal, you would have gone somewhere for a leisurely stroll, but today is a little different.

Calian smiles awkwardly and opens his mouth to think about what Alan had said just before he walked into the office.

"No way."

He's in some royal palace near a seaside town right now, and he probably isn't.

"· · · · · · · A, no way."

As she mutters one more time, Calian takes a step back to think for a moment about who Alan is.

I thought you might have gone for a drink a little farther because of the peas of the storm.