How to Live as the Enemy Prince

"· · · · · · Holy shit."

Before I start worrying about whether I don't want to teach you something, whether I don't want you to give it up, whether I don't want you to call me by my mouth, or whether I want you to hate them all.

He said he would only turn me around if I turned around, but after opening his eyes, there is no way to explain how it feels to see a pea roaming around with me again.

"I wasn't going to say this until now."

I don't even know what's in it for me, and I feel like I'm going crazy because he keeps going around with me.

Or I feel like I've been gifted Lucy Nga, wrapped in the most expensive silk in Cairis.

"Brother, why are you doing this to me?"

When did we meet?

When did I hit you?

You hated it so much for giving me hope.

Why are you doing this to me?

"Why are you doing this?"

Plants lowers his head and glances back at Calian, who talks with his forehead covered as if he didn't want to show him what he was doing.

I can endure it again.

Good thing I didn't have my eyes around me and I didn't see anything. I thought I'd just kill the enemy broom.

But I endure it again. I didn't suppress my anger, I just quietly asked in a rusty voice. Why are you doing this?

Plants, who was staring at the tip of his head silently, replied.

"Curious."

"What do you want to know?"

"Name."

"I'm Calian."

"Don't."

"Khalian."

Plants grins at the end of his swift exit. Then he made a voice.

"Son of a bitch knows that."

The son of a bitch who knows that asked me to confirm my name.

I'm the dumbest person in the world with the smell of cinnamon to convince, understand, and float all by myself. Am I going to listen to you? I put a red-eyed man in front of me who I didn't know his age or name but didn't want to know anymore and cursed for a long time.

Kalian looks up at Plants.

Whether the day was going to be cloudy tomorrow, the light of the thin moon turned red.

Calian's eyes turned red, whether his heart was blurred or not.

"· · · · · · · · · · · Ha."

In that short sigh, Plants frowned, noticing that all of the world's filth was in him.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

Kalian, a unilateral messenger, walks ahead of the blow. I have so much to say that I think I need to clear up, so I went to a better place to talk while I knew I was talking to him.

Not far from the creek, Calian sits on a small, low rock. Plants, who stood with a trivial face, eventually sat down with one of the rocks. After seeing it, Calian hears nothing but water.

After a long time.

Keeping my brother in front of my brother, who turned around with me thanks to him, my brother who endured well opened his mouth.

"I don't know if you know this, but I'm good with knives."

Plants looks at Kalian, slightly frowned at the feeling of a sore throat. Calian's voice still rustling through the icy sunken forest air.

"I've cut so many that it's hard to count with so many."

Since before the war between Cecretia and Cairis, the life of Bern was already a war, so it has not changed whether or not there have been many wars.

"Oh, of course. I've taken many, but I've defended many."

The one that saved the most was Chase's life, and I watched quite a lot, even if it wasn't Chase. Even after I became Khalian, Kiri and Hina couldn't help but protect Allen and Jan's lives. While Allan and Jan may not generally mean "protect," it was right to protect their lives because they are alive.

"But I only saved someone once."

A rational, calculating, all-out loser who just saved his life.

"I thought of some reasons to live and put it on later, but I just saved it. I thought we should keep him alive."

That was all Plants.

Yeah, it is.

It was Plants.

Khalian, standing in front of the plant, gives a watery voice to the Seño River.

"But do you know that my whole life has been a distraction from the day that something like that happened? Everything was tangled and tangled so much that I couldn't get it out in one piece. until now."

It always sounds like water flowing into the serene Señor River, but the words in it are never serene. It was tougher than a rain on a windy day.

It was a Balkan who was growing up well, and he had a relationship with Brycen to make sure he would get it, and all the errors he had hidden until the time was right. It's been twisting ever since I saved Plants. It's all twisted.

"I saw your error, I felt your strength, and I gave you the Balkans I was going to keep, and you left your heart tied and said you'd give me the Knights. I gave the knights back to my brother to solve the problem like that."

So, after touching Grey Tug to try to live again, Evan made things worse. But first I had to worry about that watermelon rim I saved, so I couldn't do anything to Chase. He took care of the bracelet and sent it to Chase.

"Thanks to you, I can't even smell pepper anymore."

Not only did I hate peppers, but I couldn't take my eyes off what happened to Cecretia.

Gekko.

Gekko Cecritia has been blocked from slipping through your fingers.

Anyway, if Plants gets involved and any of this gets resolved, he doesn't talk. He stepped in and ended up risking his life to get Evan. So I wonder who else could be more hostile than him under the sky. I let him live with my own hands, so my stomach rots today.

"I feel like Lucy's bringing me frogs to eat, these days."

Cute little Lucy's been hearing about it lately, and she's been bringing you something to eat so fast, you know? I don't really want to know what it is. It's a black six-legged thing. I don't want to know where the rest of it is. It's a half-rat or something.

That's exactly how Callian feels, receiving Lucy's blessing. The words are the same, but Boeun's breasts are completely different from Boeun's.

I stopped talking for a second.

'Fresh frogs that are very stiff.'

Callian adds to his words again.

"Anyway, I mean, I've never complained about anyone other than Serenti before, but I have a bit of a grudge today. To you."

I didn't save anyone, but now I have.

I've never blamed anyone, but I do now.

"Because someone who doesn't even know what life is, why doesn't my brother listen to me?"

I was asking him why, but he didn't know why, so he looked up at Plants.

"You're still young."

"· · · · · I hear my brother is starting to bark."

"Too bad you didn't hear me say that. It's when he grows up a lot, but... And I don't know what you're insisting on. Is that what puberty is all about?"

"You'll hear about getting a dog in Chermill."

"You're talking long today. Did you just grow up? You can think of anyone who's listening. If that's the case, please don't pick up frogs and listen to them."

"Stop it."

Calian smiles briefly at the end of a strange conversation that seems to be exchanging words with each other.

"Anyway, before you say you want to live, you should have told me that you really don't listen. Why don't you think about it?"

In the end, Plants smiled.

I was running out of patience, but I felt like I had to treat my brother like he didn't have a knife or a club, and I just had to be stubborn.

"If you need someone who listens well, just go to the fifth floor. I would have said no."

"I'm scared. Who's going to listen to me?" Whenever I go up there, I'm busy checking for hidden traps. "

Plants looks around with a cynical look at the answer from a man who wants to be his brother, but who heard his brother's gossip.

I sat in an unclean place only three times since I was born. The first was the lawn I told Calian I wanted to live in, and the second was on the shore of the Chermill Palace. And the third one is today.

After all, it's all because of Kalian.

"Don't act like you're unfair."

Calian seems to have become more patient after getting involved in helping him with the Plants, but Plants met him with Plants and his clothes became muddy.

So it's not just Calian's fault.

"Speak the truth. Scheme."

In the woods.

Near creeks, valleys, and hard to tell waters from.

Plants looks down and tries to look into the invisible water, just looking up at the sky. Callian asks in a small voice towards Plants looking up at the red moon.

"Don't you want to know what I'm going to teach you today?"

"· · · · · · · I'll teach you how to live."

I also know it well.

"Those who know it insist on telling me what they're up to."

Plants relaxes when he hears Kalian's remarks.

"My brother will keep you alive anyway."

Whatever you teach me, I won't learn this time, so you just have to let me live. Where else could there be such a nasty symbol in the world?

"You might not be able to save your brother's life, so learn from him."

At this point, Plants' head is still looking up at the sky and descends toward Calian.

"You."

Calian shakes his head as he looks at the small question with his narrow eyes.

"I'm not dying. You just have to learn."

That's ridiculous.

If you're not going to die, it doesn't make sense that you should learn what you're going to do later. In the end, it's like I'm going to teach you in advance in case something goes wrong.

"Don't skip it, just once."

Calian stops you from thinking as you look inside Plants.

"You can't just listen to me for once."

Plants closes his eyes as you stare at Calian with thin eyes. I thought for a moment about something other than what Kalian told me not to mention today.

With his eyes closed, Plants opens his mouth quietly.

"Okay."

Finally, after hearing the grumbling, I decided to learn to stubborn once and teach.

"Instead, snakes, not frogs."

Instead, I made a deal with Lucy to serve as a broom for snakes, not for frogs.

"Yes, please help me with that. Brother."

Plants nods once, answering what Raedric couldn't quite understand.

Callian saw it and smiled. It was because he thought that he had finally broken the pea's stubbornness that was round and unbreakable.

"Oh, it's been hard."

I guess I'm an adult now that I'm good with peas.

After this is over, I'm gonna have a drink with my dad.

I hear Cairis Himolica is really good.

* * *

My back ached all day, whether it was going to be cloudy tomorrow.

Even though I was fully healed after receiving proper treatment, my back ached every day. It was a long time since I lay down to sleep, but I couldn't sleep at all. My back ached, so I called the butler.

I felt like I wanted to go to Shurintz and lie down in that warm hot spring, but I couldn't leave this village without being angry.

"Sir, are you all right?"

I knew that it wasn't just my back that was broken, but the butler who was so useful that he didn't kill me and let me live said, covering the warm magic steamed towel on his waist.

"Hold on to this. Do you need anything else?"

"That's it. Get out."

Regardless of the genuine concerns or the salary concerns, Grey gives a worried response, but only an annoying one. Like you forgot you were the one who called in sick.

Thanks to the butler, I was able to safely hide that I was walking completely on two legs and I became not a sodmaster. I didn't have the brains to remember such help in the bloodline of Brycen.

Peas that catch frogs are unusual, since Brissen was always like that.

"Yes, then take a rest, Mr. Chang-back."

So the butler went out instead of saying something else or frowning.

As Grey hears the door slam, she groans on her face.

"Damn healer."

It's all because of Malcolm or some stupid healer. Even if he had treated it right in the first place, it wouldn't have been damp between his waists every time he got a cloud.

Knng, grunting and groaning again, Grey turns away, adding a nasty swearing speech.

"Why blame it on the wrong healer. It's my fault."

Then, I stopped moving as I was turning normally. In preparation for a day like this, I couldn't even take out the knife I had under my pillow, and I opened my eyes without calling out to someone.

"Live quietly as if you were dead. You called one of my guys and tried to do something cute, a change of pace."

Yeah, it is.

My whole body was stiffened with horror deep in my bones, like a frog facing the eye of a snake.

"Dare."

A slight bend at your waist, Calian makes eye contact with Grey and smiles like a blooming flower.

< [Disclosure] Cinnasta >

Cecretia is also burying them with flowers.

They're white and round flowers by day, and then they turn into stars at night.

Isn't that amazing, brother?

* * *

Innocent things are poisoned.

Something pure has been poisoned.

It is cruel and harsh.

It is wicked and terrible and harsh.

It's silent. It's thin and stuffy. So I am lonely. I am more alone and alone than hell, for which I have not kept anything.

"Plants."

I smell worse than loneliness.

I am finally alone and completely alone.

"Plants, you have to answer. What are you thinking?"

A week since the prince of a country ended his life on his own.

A feast was held to celebrate the queen's well-being, which survived the vicious plans of the three princes.

- You were almost late. If you knew he was learning magic, you should have told me.

I'm sure congratulations are in the queen's best interest.

- Why didn't you think that blindfolding her wouldn't get out of the wizards' sight?

Or, at the end of the day, the prince who resembles the Sispanians has managed to keep the Wizard Alliance off his back.

- We still have a long way to go. Plants.

It's not under anyone's feet.

But the only way you can climb up is to be crowded and rough.

The end of his struggle to get ahead of me.

Is it really me there?

If you ask.

I'll give you an honest answer that you won't be there at the end.

- So stay sharp. You can't just stand there.

Between the fierce scents of Renaissance, there was a deep and dark smell of sperm blood. If there is not a single life taken by his own hand, why does it smell so disgusting?

You know that yourself.

So, do you live in a fragrance that gets darker and darker every day?

"I'll get up first."

The salty scent on the cut skin makes my fingertips tingle, and Plants spits out the words, which can't put anything in his mouth.

"· · · · · · It smells."

Glug, glug, and the sound of fan blowing echoes through the banquet hall.

Plants stands up without a thought as to whether he is trying to hide his words or his expression.

Evan's face is as hard as silica's, and Renan snorts quietly to see if his clothes smell.

* * *

It's called Sinistera.

I prefer the flower that follows the river to the sea, not the flower that becomes a star to the sky.

I like that flower, Cinnastar, better.

* * *

I felt like I was swallowing the darkness.

I didn't like the darkness that didn't shine any light on Plants.

So I refused.

- But, prince. You'd be surprised what this is.

- Get out.

If Lennon the Stupid had told me what it was, Plants would never have refused the great gift.

If you first explained why the Silent Metal doesn't shine anything. If you had first told me that it was a fragment of a star falling from the sky, like ashes left over from burning the stars, that it was a stone that didn't shine.

If so, he would have received it with greetings.

If I had, I wouldn't have met the other guy who was actually working.

"Are you saying you want to go directly to the auction?"

In fact, there were many doubts about the death of the three princes.

No one considered it a massacre, but no one considered it a suicide.

Siegfried.

Except for them.

No one knew why the three princes and the unrelated elephants stood up. Plants made vague assumptions as to why, but did not know the exact facts either.

What is known is that Siegfried has summoned one of the Grand Wizards, and through him the Wizard Alliance has begun to move. Regrettably, the country where the Great Wizard was was not Cairis, so the facts of the Wizard's Union that had gathered without a cause were not long ago and were concluded without any income.

"How long have you had this hobby of choosing the hard path?"

"Shut up."

From the looks of it, there was no income.

Remain moves with Siegfried. Quiet, no one knows. You prepare a group of Wizards to swallow Brissen all at once.

Le Maine also sent two remaining princes to the Chermill Palace to guard and protect them from unnecessary blood by shaking each other. On the condition that he no longer asked how his youngest son died, he sent wizards to protect both his remaining sons.

He notices all of that in front of his eyes, but Plants shuts up.

"You don't have to go out there if that's what you want to do. What will Prince Charming do with a meteorite sword?"

However, the blue-haired wizard who came to watch and escort Plants rarely keeps his mouth shut.

"I told him to shut up. Wizard."

Renan Brissen's carriage goes up to the auction house.

Evan already had a better old sword, and Plants refused to accept the gift. As such, Lennon put it up for auction and spread the word all over the continent.

"It's dangerous to go out there, so ask the Bricen Merchant Guild to cancel the auction. If you do that,"

Because it's a piece of a star.

For one reason only.

"I'll do it."

You insist on getting it with your own hands.

"· · · · · · · Understood. I'll have it ready for you."

I didn't think there was anything special about him anymore, but just...

A piece of a star.

For one very good reason.

* * *

- Don't ever take your hood off, as I can see the color of your hair. Attacking an assassin is dangerous.

- I know.

I took a blue-haired wizard to the auction house. And I got what I wanted.

There was one that stuck to the end, but Plants was the prince of Cairys, so there was no reason to lose the auction.

I was born, for the first time, and for the last time I did something so reckless. Until then, Plants had considered such reckless behavior to be the last. Until then, it was the first and last.

Yeah, it is.

Until then, I had no idea that he would become so much more reckless after a while.

"Don't ever take your hood off, as I can see the color of your hair. Attacking an assassin is dangerous."

Of course, I didn't think I'd hear the same story where I went.

"If we stick together, we'll kill them. Look at those Kairis bastards with swords."

"Mr Prince, please speak."

"Don't scratch it. Because it's annoying."

I could literally see the hair underneath the hood. The plants that saw it frowned slightly.

'Prince Cecretia II.'

Bern Secretia.

Crazy bastard who stood there with nothing but notoriety to hear.

"I wanted to have it. A piece of a star."

I met him. Plants, to be exact, noticed it himself, but met him.

And passed by like a touch.

Plants thought it was also the first and last wolf.

After a few days, the color of the hair resembling the starlight slowly faded from memory. And so when that star light stopped coming back to life,

"You have a name."

The blue-haired wizard asked me:

In fact, Cairys' prosecutors liked to name their swords.

The influence of Hatsuara, who used to name the beautiful and strong sword that was polished with constellations, 'My Scariest Fanny in the World' was great.

"Tell me the name of the sword and I will carve it."

Of course, Plants, who had not yet named his Black Horse after his years of training, had never thought to name anything like a sword.

"· · · · · · · Cinna."

So it was a very impulsive act, which was never Plants.

"Sinistera. I'll tell her that. They say you can make one more Sword, but what will you do with the other?"

"To Siegfried."

I sent the rest of them to the Peacock of Black Siegfried, which I didn't have much use for anyway. If you want revenge against the royal family, come yourself.

Demirea, the Duke, said he was different from the Duke, would come for revenge. I sent it with the meaning that I would accept it as much as I wanted when I came.

So many days passed again, many years passed.

Until then, when I named the sword of silence, the green eyes that were holding the weak energy of life withered every day in between.

A lot has happened over the years, but it hasn't stopped all of that.

* * *

Will the flower be a white star at night?

Will it be a blue star?

Or is it the red star?

* * *

Green glass beads with cracks everywhere.

An eye that can't even feel the stench of their blood coming out of its hands.

A man with two eyes that had turned to fit so well with my sword that did not shine, only stood in front of the horror with my hands.

- Even if it's not a war for anyone, it's a one-sided invasion. If you don't forget that, I'll go with you.

A tragedy is just a tragedy, even if it's beautifully wrapped for some reason.

I looked up at the top of the spire that was erected in the castle with two green eyes that were immersed in sin that could not be forgiven even if Heavenly Gospel was sent.

Maybe I met someone who would stand on top of it.

I imagined it for a moment, but the eyes without light closed quietly and reopened.

The hand of the distant blue-haired wizard truly speaks last to the knight who endured to the end.

The Mad King moved his feet, watching his long star-like head sink into a pool of blood without saying a word.

- Jubbuck, Jubbuck.

You take a step forward on the ground of Secreta, which has become one giant tomb.

And I stood in front of a man who had already stopped breathing.

I don't recall a brief memory of that day, but it's just...

'I wanted to have it.'

I don't know much about forgetting, but I thought about that day.

In one giant tomb, you place your Blinding Sword on the corpse of a knight who closed his eyes.

Now you, too.

Now me, too.

I don't need it.

It's too late, but I'm going to concede it now.

To the last knight, the king. To the knight who lost his sword, I gave him a sword.

Sinistera.

Yeah, it is.

A sword of that name.

* * *

I want it to be red.

I would be so happy if a red star like me flew into the sky.

And you, sir...

You said no in red.

But I want flowers for me to be red stars.

And then I...

I think I'll be happy no matter where I go.

< Chapter 38. The Sword (1) >

Of course, no one will believe you.

It means that the three princes smiling beautifully with a wide face that has been hard to hear recently broke Grey's back.

As is commonly known, climbing the sword was never easy. Although Grey was from the Knight family and was in a better position in the training of swordsmanship than anyone else, she also struggled considerably to become a Swordmaster. However, it was the three princes, Khalian, who were so afraid that he could not even think of revenge, even though he had lost all his hard-earned power at once.

Grey regrets not only coming in, but also not even standing next to her. She sees Kalian approaching.

'You should have listened when Silica warned you. Or I wouldn't have gone to Cairosis at all.'

I regretted it with my head, but I reacted quickly with my body. I could barely break my back again.

The first thing Grey, who splashed like a frog on a spiked sword, said,

"I'm here to see Prince Kalian."

"Yeah, but I guess I got a tight waist. You don't seem to be squeaking."

Calian nods, satisfied with the quickest and most formal greeting since meeting Brysen.

"Now I can get down well. Your healing skills have improved a lot lately."

And then, like this, a scratch on the inside of Grey.

It was a good thing Grey didn't drink last night. If I had fallen asleep drunk, I would have given up my life without knowing it, and I would have dropped my neck right there.

"Have you met Shrine Tensyl?"

"Yes, Prince. I met a man named Malcolm Chetish, and he was treated."

I didn't even ask for a name, but precious information makes me drink.

"Malcolm Chetish."

It's probably the same Catholic Church that Kalian helped when he went to the lands of Latran, where Alan was sergeant. Calian was surprised to learn the secret story of Grey's broken back, completely shattered.

After learning something she didn't know, Calian nods satisfied and opens his mouth, making a soft face.

"But you did something wrong."

I remembered a dark smile on my face that seemed to be blowing even in the spring breeze right away.

"I'll break it again anyway."

Like this, he moved his beautiful mouth again and said confusing words that came with clouds of gray in Grey's life.

- You called one of my guys to do something cute.

Fortunately, she's a little more intelligent than Evan or Lennon, so Grey's face was very grumpy when she was able to quickly recall what she had said after she came back. It was very, very unfair that my body and trembling voice had calmed down because of my fear.

"· · · · · · · · · not by me."

"It was an excuse. I already know the situation."

"You don't seem to know. The Wizard, actually."

"I wonder what he said to lure away the mild wizard who has lived without knowing anything other than practicing magic."

Gentle?

No, it's not. A gentle puppy in front of the prince. I don't know if there's anyone alive who doesn't look like a prince, but he will. He'll live with his back intact because he's gentle.

Thinking for a moment about the gentle wizard's eyes that had made a wagon a mop, Grey tried not to show his disgusting face.

"My prince, the Wizard came to see me not long ago. He came to me."

"But you've come a long way and you're a little tired. I did some other work last night."

· · · · · · What else have you done?

Calian smiles again, seeing Grey taking care of her face, trying so hard to think positively, saying that she didn't bury anyone.

"It's so rude to be greeted by a nobleman. You don't even have a seat. Your manners are a mess, even for Brissen."

Rude?

Manners?

This is my bedroom. A noble guest who comes to the head of someone else's bed and says it's a good way to cut my lower back. That's a little weird.

Oh, yeah, you must be tired. This is the sixth floor. You must be tired coming up here. I don't know how you got up the outer wall of the castle without a foothold, but you must be tired.

So you buried someone last night.

There were so many things to say and more questions, but Grey, who couldn't get any of them out of her mouth, shivered. My back was sore and I felt sick, but if I didn't listen to him, I took out the chair in front of the table because of the red eyes, which seemed like I was going to crush my limbs.

Callian, who was sitting there, tapped the table and opened his mouth as if he was receiving natural hospitality, as if the change bag were my servant.

"Have a seat."

Eventually, Grey sat across from Calian, not even caring about the look of her light dress, which was just a shirt on her tuxedo while she was in bed. Calian opens his mouth as he watches Grey's calm demeanor.

"I came here wondering if I'd throw it out as soon as I met you because I was confused by what I was planning."

Grey, there's another sound of clouds in front of you.

So, Calian's words continue without even giving you a chance to solve the misunderstanding that it isn't.

"With all my patience these days, I will forgive you with a generous heart. But if you do that again, then I don't know what I'll do."

So, I scolded him, forgiven him, and warned him.

Oh, I see.

What a grown man.

"Thank you, Prince."

As she is proud of something on her own, Grey thanked her sincerely for not being able to explain her misconceptions. Since I was forgiven anyway, it seemed like a million times better just to be unfair for a moment than to break my back again.

"You wanted to be on the Grand Marquis."

Thanks to this, I blinked as soon as I couldn't understand Kalian's words.

If the butler had shown himself like this in front of Grey, he would have made all kinds of noise, saying that the nest intelligence was useless, that it was useless. But Kalian doesn't know how to say something like that. He just waits a little for Grey to understand what he's saying.

"Why do you ask?"

"You look like you want it."

Arsen has already said the same thing. Grey was preparing to go to the capital after informing Arsen of her desire for the Grand Marquis. But Evan, who held Plants' hand, found Lennon and then Grey took his place.

"Yes, Prince. I don't want to spend the rest of my life blocking Tensyl's borders. Of course, we're doing our best to protect this place."

"You didn't seem to be particularly good at stopping it. The Knights of the Tensyl have crossed the border."

"Impossible, no. It was when Prince Tensyl and Prince Randall concealed their identities."

"Cake. Didn't you do it? I knew it."

Grey shuts up.

"From the beginning until now, you have ignored the poison that Silica poisoned my mother, you have ignored the poison that Leon Brissen has been saving for me and delivering to Silica, you have understood everything that Birch Brissen was trying to take away and pass on to Brother Randell, and you have ignored the fact that the knights of Tensyl disguised themselves as Shrines and crossed the border."

After a short pause, Calian looks into Grey's eyes.

"When Earl Evan Brissen, who was angry with my mother's teachings, realized that he was about to attack me, he ignored it."

With the eye of the snake looking down at its prey, I looked deeply into the eyes of the frog facing me, scared and unable to avoid its gaze. And...

"Am I wrong?"

So you are.

Do you have a head to understand what I'm saying?

* * *

- May I, sweet prince, scold you?

Early the next morning after you went to the forest with Callian.

Plants, who nodded at Hina, replies, with his face engraved with a cry for help.

"That's enough."

Callian always said it was a pure struggle with no emotion at all, but no one believed him.

The reason was simple. When I fought Calian, Arsen was always stabbed in the neck, and Plants was always beheaded.

And Kyrie was fine.

So no one thinks it's an emotional struggle.

Hina smiled as if she would really do it if she asked for a soul.

- Wound healed.

Last night, Calian even taught Plants how to use magic.

Of course, it would be nice if we could listen to the method and immediately accumulate magical power. However, if the world were so green, the wizard with blue hair in the Bilhelm would not be able to live with such pride against the royal family. Even if it wasn't for Arsen, there would be wizards everywhere who fight the knights wisely, and if it wasn't for Arsen, they would have been cut to death for their salary.

'Once a day, as you practice practicing your magic, if you later climb onto the path of the sword, you will be able to convert the stored magic into errors.'

It felt like it contained a strange meaning. Seeing whether something was wrong or not, Calian adds a short note, looking at the blade of ecstasy he had given Plants.

'That sword, the one you used to use.'

What you didn't say when you handed over the sword.

It was not originally said that it was the sword 'elder brother' used. He didn't even tell me how unfair he was because he didn't have the sword. How Plants was on the path of the sword at the time, what he looked like at the time. I didn't tell them either.

'So work harder. To have a cat.'

I only told him that I used the sword in the past to contain the error. in order to imagine what it meant and to be more confident about their talents.

- This time, deeper, deeper cut. Did you two fight again?

Of course.

I just didn't say how unfair it was. Only Kalian knew whether or not the memory of the day that he did not have what he wanted was a little more emotional.

"I didn't fight."

If you really fought, you wouldn't be alive.

Because of this, Plants only responded simply once again. Hina, who doesn't know what Khalian is, once again smiles at the idea that the two are arguing brothers, sitting across from Plants. I had to wait for Kiri to "escort" Hina to Wilhelm, so I had a little time left.

Thanks to the conservation magic, Hina, who took a bite of the biscuit with raw strawberries and raw cream that was well kept fresh, moved the sword of silence that was placed on the wall even more.

- It's a nice, handsome, sword that matches Prince Charming. So do you, but good, to prince, I think it's a perfect sword.

It's a piece of solid rock after it fell out of the stars and burned everything.

The reason I thought it might hurt me again, and it was not explained, but Hina said only this. However, Plants, who were mostly positive of Hina's words, opened his mouth, shaking his head this time.

"He's more on my brother's side than mine."

Callian.

Guardian of the stars.

Who deserves a sword better than him with that name?