How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Unexpected surprises.

Bern's life and Bern's death. That's how life began as Callian, and even now, all of a sudden, all of a sudden, without notice.

In fact, Calian was confident that the life of anyone in the world would be different. He was suddenly invited into a life that was not predictable enough to be compared to anyone else, and everything in between was sudden.

So for once, on the contrary, would it be okay to suddenly call someone? Why don't you come here and pretend that you can't even find it on your own? That's what I thought. It was a vague and unreasonable belief in the thoughtful Sispanian.

Yet again, Calian was disappearing from the sudden results.

"It's always my turn to be surprised."

When the common door opened, Calian suddenly saw an unfamiliar shadow on the inside that I was not familiar with.

No answer came back.

He didn't even say a word after waiting for an answer, so Calian bowed his head first and showed an example.

"Greetings, my most magnificent Sispanian."

He was still facing a black cat sitting in a fine posture on the axis of time that no one else had access to.

It looked different, but because I had already had similar experiences, I felt not so strange to greet the cat without any existence of life.

A cat with a black glow all over its body looks up at Calian, raising its red eyes as if it had polished the most beautiful rubies on the earth. Calian's mouth draws a long arc line facing his eyes.

"Cat."

I knew what Black Butterflies meant, but this time I wonder why cats.

I couldn't figure out why.

Because of this, Calian stood still for a moment, looking at the black cat that had a completely different color, behavior and atmosphere than Lucy, who had suddenly come close to her feet.

I could not fathom it.

Black butterflies meant death, but black cats meant nothing.

I knew Alan was often referring to Calian as a red-eyed, black-eyed cat. But that's the nickname Alan used to give me when he found out about the claw hidden, which is something else.

"I was also wondering if you would be pleased with this."

The silent reply of the Sispanian, who seemed to recognize the inside of such a Kalian, came back. It was hard to even know which direction it was coming from.

"I'm not sure what the Black Cat means."

I asked if there was any other meaning to being conveyed only to Cairys.

The cat blinks slowly once.

I heard the answer again from a place where I didn't know the direction.

"As you know."

Calian blinks slowly along the cat.

As you know, black cats don't mean much. I mean, he was wondering if he would welcome the meaningless black cat just like the day he saw the black butterfly.

"· · · · · · · ·"

Kalian finds someone without saying that he needed a moment to interpret it.

· · · · · Heartsarashi, the First King.

Of course I was here first.

I came to you first because I have a question, but I'm terribly sorry to see you.

I understand what my brother is saying, but I can't really adapt to the rhetoric of the Sispanian.

So Hatsuarashi.

Did you have a conversation by understanding all of his stories? No, but have you two had a real conversation before?

If you can hear me, I'd like an honest answer. Somehow I feel like I'm suffering a little bit like you. because of a short horse gene that seems to be more powerful than blessing.

"How nice to see you. I came all this way."

Of course, I couldn't utter a long grudge toward Hatsuara, so I had a normal answer from my mouth.

Maybe he misses the one who can greet him no matter what he looks like. Whatever he looks like, there is no one who can greet him anymore, so he comes looking like this and asks a question that is hard to understand. I suddenly stopped thinking like this.

If there's any thought that Kalian has, it's because it's too harsh.

I found someone who would curse the forgotten who will not be forgotten.

"Besides."

Immediately, Calian added a single word, putting together a whole bunch of clueless thoughts.

"Whatever you look like, you have the same essence, but what will you look like to me?"

Whether it's a black butterfly, a black cat, a black dragon you've never seen before, or a woman you've always shown me. All of them are meant to be Sispanian and there is no way to distinguish between them without greeting them or greeting them.

· · · · · · · Ah.

Now I understand.

The rising memory gives Calian a slight nod as he understands the meaning of the Sispanians.

"Thank you."

Cispanian.

Truly thoughtful, Sispanian.

I guess you heard the voice of him who was losing what was inside.

The appearance doesn't matter, the meaning that is left over people's mouths doesn't matter, and just what is in them is important. That's what you're here for.

You've come in a meaningless way.

"You always teach me."

The cat's red eyes move slowly once again. It smiles at Kalian as if he were smiling.

"You seem to have a lot on your mind today."

"I came to the end of my thoughts, so I had no choice."

"Yes."

Blame it on, and the cat landed on the floor with a light body taunt.

I looked down for a moment, thinking that the toes of the feet that gather together resemble Lucy's movements, and the black cat that touched the ground immediately became surrounded by a swarm of light.

Just as Black Butterflies did one day, this time a small universe gathers next to a black cat with red eyes. Before long, the shadow of the cat stretches long and gives a familiar look.

As I watched the rounded tip of the cat's foot turn into a thin tip of the shoe, I suddenly heard a voice next to me. At the second meeting rather than the first meeting, I felt a more familiar voice and tone than the second meeting day.

Surprisingly, it reminded me of Chase.

"Don't take it so hard to forget. It is sad to be unforgettable, but it is hard to fully understand what would be more frightening if you consider it to be forgotten. Just consider it a little unfair."

Callian's red eyes resemble that of Callian, so she seems awkward as well. She can't say anything but short answers.

"Yes."

I was still trying to understand myself saying that I was afraid to miss him, because I couldn't say I was afraid of him. I couldn't console any of the words by looking at those red eyes, which I'm sure I still miss when I left.

"I will."

I was comforted by that human figure who told me you weren't alone in a sad world. It may not have been the intention, but Calian is comforted. I was not looking for comfort, but I was comforted again.

I can only laugh.

"Tell me. I'll listen."

The last two times, the Sispanian who looked directly into Calian's heart and asked him to speak first, not to speak out.

A slight nod nods the question in your mouth.

The Sispanian hears the question, a small laugh.

"Strangely enough."

A long time later, the eyes of the Sispanian who opened their mouths like this turned towards Calian.

"You resemble him."

In fact, to Khalian, who had nothing to do with Hatsuhara, the Sispanian first conveyed this sentiment instead of an answer.

It resembles Hatsuara.

"What do they look like?"

On behalf of an unknown ancestor, Calian was baffled by what his next-door neighbour and I looked like, and asked a question he would not expect: What does that mean, or whether it is a compliment?

"It seems unreasonable."

It wasn't a compliment.

* * *

I didn't intend to find out anything in particular about Khalian.

- He's talking to Prince First in Chermill Palace.

But then he said,

After all, it seems that Calian and Randall were together and were worried about the harm to Plants, but Plants wasn't curious at all.

Prince Kalian has come to Heysia, so we're a little late to secure our position.

Moreover, I had another drink and heard this story.

From tomorrow onwards, it was through Needleen who agreed to help the two deputy commanders carry out their work together.

Since Kalian didn't visit in secret anyway, Needleen's mouth is light. It's not a good idea. The problem was that I wasn't curious. There was nothing wrong with what I said.

Yeah, it is.

Obviously not curious.

Your crazy brother, who doesn't know what he's thinking, makes a grand plan to hit Serenti's tailor. Then he meets Randall and goes to the Palace of Heicia.

"· · · · · · · · · · · Ha."

How could you not be curious to hear that?

Are you saying you want to meet the Sispanians this time to do something about it?

After a short sigh, Plants gives up the last chapter of the document he was looking at and drops it off.

- Bloop.

The plant stands up, pushing the chair away with a light sound. Arsen raises his head after sending Needlelen away and asks, with a separate note of work to give to her starting tomorrow.

"Where is Prince Charming, your deputy commander?"

"There's nothing to do."

Arsen looks out the window.

The sun hasn't set yet.

I've done my job. I'm leaving.

Wizard, you can work late or not.

Arsen quickly opens his mouth, trying to feel like he can hear this in his ears.

"I'm open to 52088; where Prince Charming, the Deputy Commander, is going."

Plants turns his head and looks at Arsen, wondering what he should ask himself.

Plants' mouth opened as he looked down at Arsen with those eyes that dealt with creatures he did not want to give meaning beyond breathing in the same space.

"To get my brother."

In a lifetime of silence, Arsen's stuffed plantes take a relaxing step out of the office.

* * *

The rain stopped.

It's strange.

Maybe the Sispanians don't like the rain either, so they stop raining every time they come like this. Khalian smiles, momentarily thinking about such worthless thoughts, and comes out from the basement of the Hyacian palace.

There was a man who seemed to have dried the undercooked tomatoes.

It's obvious why I came. Because of this, Calian opened his mouth quietly, staring at the head that still seemed to be crooked.

"I don't want any trouble."

Plants glances back at Calian without any other answer, hearing the sound of annoying death. He can't lie, so he doesn't really want to get into trouble, or he doesn't think it's an accident. Either way.

"What is it?"

"If you know, you'll interrupt again."

"My brother's doing something he can't handle."

I'm not talking. I can't wait to hear what you have to say.

How are we going to beat that greedy guy in a horse fight unless we untie him in the heart?

That's why Kalian opened his mouth with a short sigh.

"It's what the king of Cecritia wants, isn't it? I'm tying myself up to call a healer, but what I want to do is fix the disease."

After seeing the long clan, Plants seems to think he's going to be in trouble. The look on his face is obvious, and he doesn't stop talking.

"Anyway, I think I'll need one advantage if I'm going to keep King Secretia from seducing the Elves. So I went to the Sispanians. Tell me where the Elves' Mother Tree is."

And the Sispanians laughed.

Callian smiles deeply.

"What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm using it as I was taught by the king of Cecritia. Negotiations have crossed the water, so the next order."

And then the Sispanians cursed.

Kalian added one more time, and this time he smiled.

Plants' eyes narrowed.

It was because I knew too well where the Elven Mother Tree was that I would be so excited to finally hear the answer I wanted from the Sispanians.

"What are you going to do when you find the guardian god of the Elves?" "

To Plants, looking at himself with unbelieving eyes, Calian, who is doing his "Mad Brother" part in a madder sibling relationship, replied Jogonzo.

If we don't negotiate, then what?

"Trees generally burn well."

Plants closes his eyes for a moment and opens.

You immediately notice what Callian is thinking.

Crazy bastard is going to use the Blue Wizard again.

Then if we don't think we can negotiate.

Threatening.

It was a place to threaten the Elves.

As a hostage of the Mother Tree, it was clear that she had a plan to send Lucy's well-wrapped poop to the king of Cecretia.

"Ah."

Plants seems to understand, smiling and understanding, with a reasonable understanding of Calian's plan. Unbelievably, this time I had no intention of stopping it.

The rain personal sky was burning red.

Plants glances at it and opens his mouth, looking at the same red Khalian's eyes.

"It'll be a good ride."

Le Maine, who took care of her crazy sons and put them on the back of her neck.