How to Live as the Enemy Prince

I liked anything sweet.

I only liked to drink coffee because I thought it was sweet enough to better taste the sweetness of the things I had with me.

So the sweetness of purple sweet potatoes and carrot-flavored cakes was so sweet because the chef of King Eline of Libern only considered Allen's taste.

"Why don't you eat it if it's delicious? It was sent to me by King Libern."

Not as sweet as Alan, but Uriah, who likes to be sweet, eats a piece of purple cake just like my hair and asks me in a heartbeat:

"She said it wasn't for a day or two that she sent me a gift, but it was something."

"I sent you a gift on your way to the conservation magic, but don't take a bite. It's just the sweetness that matches your taste, Earl Manasil."

"Sweet potato and carrot cake. It's not my favorite flavor."

Even though the layer of sweet potato cakes made of apples and purple carrots tasted so good, Alan didn't eat a bite and said that he didn't want to understand the eluria that ate cake well. In Allen's terms, they don't go well with sweet potatoes or carrots or cake materials.

Thanks to this, only Euria was excited to send a message to Callian, and to deliver her gift to Alan when she arrived this time.

"It just tastes good. Well, a glass of marzulini would be nice, but that's too bad."

After coming early in the morning, Alan saw Euria looking for an apple liquor that boasts as much water as the Hi-molica, shaking his head. Alan also enjoyed drinking, but where else would he be?

"I feel like I'm eating what I'm about to get in front of Earl Manasil without touching him."

"You're eating too well to say that, aren't you?"

"It's delicious."

Perhaps if Arsen saw it, Uriah, who was answering with a clear smile suspicious of my eyes, brought a second piece of cake forward.

"This month I sent jewellery with high quality horses from Libern."

"Hard to find a stall, but that's good. I'll look into it later."

"Sending from this side is not much different. Sending from Libern is increasingly costing me more and more. Can we continue to receive this?"

In fact, not only food, but all kinds of magical tools, books and accessories, are being delivered periodically through the Wizard Association in Libern. Not only did Alan and Euria know who these gifts of Riverne were meant for, but they were meant for, in the name of the exchange between the two Wizarding Societies.

"It's for me anyway, so you can just take it all."

"It's amazing how King Libern sells the name of the association and takes care of it every month, even though he can't send it himself because he cares about other countries."

It was a mixture of moderate admiration and moderate nonsense.

Allen received all of Eline's gifts without a doubt, whether it was from friendship or guilt over her son Ronyl's work. I also received the expensive black pillow wagon anyway, but I felt like I had some other gifts. I was a little surprised.

While it was hard to know that she was the one who accepted the gift without refusing it, it was also not something that Uriah could fathom.

Yes. Before I tasted it, I felt like I was confronted with a purple sweet potato that I could never imagine. Purple sweet potatoes that taste like underripe potatoes, sweet like grapes, and maybe even eggplant flavors.

Like any king and wizard who does not reveal his true insides of giving and receiving gifts, Allan reached out to Euria, who hid the fresh taste of purple sweet potatoes well with sugar and honey and removed three pieces of cake.

"If you're done, give it to me now."

"What, for cake?"

"Don't be silly. The investigation into Prince Tensyl. Since you've only sent gifts through different wizards today, you've come in person as a gift delivery excuse to show your findings."

"What can I be if I ask you to do background checks? I started all this because of Earl Manasil, so please wrap it up properly."

Allen asks for an answer and grumbles with bitter coffee, then opens his mouth again.

"And this is about Prince Kalian, so I'm going to give it to him right away. Earl Manasil, I won't show you."

"That's him. That's him. He won't listen to me."

Allen, whose memory of not being properly treated as an Archmage since he left Libern, narrows his gaze.

He looks like me, but Allan says again to Eyria, wondering who he is.

"Anyway, I'll give it to you because you're uncomfortable planting my prince. Give it to me."

So the prince is Alan, who will throw a white fireball like snow when he asks why he's always uncomfortable with planting.

"Yes."

Because of this, Uriah simply replied without a word, and took a huge, thick stack of documents out of the handbag that was the size of her hand and gave it to Alan. After all, Alan wasn't the one who wasn't going to help Callian.

She picks up the document and looks over at Alan, asking as if Uriah were passing by.

"Is Deputy Chief Hertz busy? I heard you bought me eggs and I still don't have any horses."

On the way back to Brighten White, he didn't forget to stop him from buying Euria eggs. Of course, Arsen was busy and couldn't protect him, and Alan didn't know.

"I'm sure he's teaching you how to do your job. Starting today, I'm going to assist Deputy Commander Hertz. But these days, young people buy eggs and make love? We used to buy flowers."

"Don't say that with that face."

Uriah stood up, looking at the 20-something wizard with a warm, happy look on her face.

"Wilhelm Street?"

"It's been a long time since I've seen Nedlen, and I miss the kid, but I have to go to the academy."

"I heard you were going to see the prince."

"I'm busy. I took the time to meet the prince, and he told me. I'm running away from the uncomfortable Prince."

In fact, the most changed wizards of Cairys have changed since time began to reverse. To be precise, it's the most overwhelming.

Alan nods, smiling alone at this thought.

"Yes. When I see Deputy Chief Hertz, I'll tell him to get me an egg."

"Never mind that. Give my regards to Needleen. Grandma wants to see you."

"I see."

Her great-grandmother, Cady Seyren, was an electric wizard from six circles, and was also a magical teacher of both Euria and Needleen.

Now that she's retired and smiling at her grandmother enjoying her old life at Earl Seyren, Uriah looks like she just remembered something and asks.

"By the way, is that Cecrethia you're really going to?"

"Can you make it so busy?"

"You have to go. It's been a long time since I saw the ocean. I can see the look on their faces."

"It's not confirmed."

Alan just shakes his head, wondering if I should tell him not to say that in front of the prince. It was a good secret to pick it up, but I didn't think I had any reason to give it to you.

"Prince Kalian and I need to talk together. I'll tell you when it's fixed."

"Let me know as soon as it's confirmed. You can't just take her the morning you leave her like you left the principal. You'll get struck by lightning again."

"Okay, get out of here."

"Yes."

Uriah, who immediately answered, went out with a greeting that she had eaten the cake well. Alan, who was sitting in the guest room for a while, began handing over the documents properly. Then I took a mouthful of cake and put it in my mouth, groaning and frowning.

The scent of purple sweet potatoes that were not hidden and secretly smelled did not suit my mouth, but the cake was not tasty, so I thought I should return what was left to the delicious Euria.

* * *

Even the same servant has the same sequence as each other.

Since the beginning, even though most of them were nobles, they did not follow their origins, so they were not sequences according to status or position, but they had their own highs and lows.

The same is true of the three senior servants in Chermill. It was also divided into two types of formal and informal sequences.

The official sequence was based on the ascending order of the senior acolytes, with the highest of Randall's acolytes, Den, followed by Jan and Raleigh. The unofficial sequence was based on the status of the carriers, with Den at the top, followed by Leek and Jan. There was no difference in the order in which the princes were born, but they kept their manners according to each other's age.

So, aside from the highest point of view, Jan and Léric had to change their ups and downs depending on where they were.

"The princes seem to be getting longer, so I'm going to go back to work for a while. Prince knows you won't be looking for me, and Merlin will be here soon."

"Yep."

But it hasn't changed.

No matter how many nobles refer to Kalian as the next prince, it is not confirmed. So, when there are two of them, you can act like you are equal to Yan or higher than Yan, but you do not.

Isn't that obvious?

"I'm sorry about last time. He thought everyone in Chermill knew that. I don't know if you two look alike."

I didn't know.

Jan must know that Siegfried is the eldest son of Ziegfried. Callian and Remain, and their super muscles and plants.

"Most people don't think they're alike, but I guess he didn't think so. Usually, you see a position before you see a person."

No matter how high the acolytes are, they're only acolytes.

I didn't think of Yan as just a senior servant of the prince, whether noble or royal palace.

But Demirea had never seen anyone in a position before, so she thought most of them would know by now.

Jan said as if it were nothing.

"I don't know anything about him because he's not a man yet."

I mean, the great Duke, he just called me his brother, and he said he's a little immature, and I haven't gotten used to it since he said that.

He simply replies, "Yes, yes, yes, yes."

"So don't worry about it. Make yourself comfortable. In the palace, it's true that we are both servants of the prince."

"· · · · · · · Yep."

This resulted in Jan smiling, not knowing what the problem was, and a situation filled with problems that still remained unsolved, and that he still carefully replied.

And in the room across the hall where they were standing, there was a story about a bigger problem.

"I know you're smart, sir."

Calian pauses and taps the table to open his mouth, saying that it's difficult.

"Learning magic and swordsmanship together is not as easy as you think."

Khalian, who has already gone to four circles to live and die with all his sword skills, said: It meant that I couldn't cut it off and refuse it, but I couldn't tell you anyway.

A sip of juice made with avocado and figs was briefly asked.

"Why."

Kalian knew that guy like Avocado Alman wanted to learn everything, just like the avocado tree sucks water.

Moreover, the magic accomplished by the ancient Kalian secretly studied is a trio of circles.

Bricen's involvement in this talented bloodline that the Sispanians have seen has abolished the magical education of the princes for generations to come, but Plants must also be talented. But talent doesn't mean you don't have limits.

Calian opens his mouth, smiling slightly at this contradictory situation, that the person who wants to learn magic is the perfect bloodline of Brycen.

"Mana operates differently. If you pile it up, it doesn't make any magic. If you pile it up, it doesn't make a couple of people come out after coming on the path of the sword."

"Don't bark. Explain it properly."

Khalian looks embarrassed to see Plants annoyed at the deliberately soothing speech of a child.

I didn't even know that the figs and flowers were in the figs I ate just now, but I wanted to learn more from the guy who ate them.

"Of course, I also know that you have magical talents. But you're going to have a hard time doing both right now."

"I'll learn if I don't do it now."

Kalyan finishes his last piece of steak without answering. Then he looked at Plants, who had eaten a long time ago.

"Just give up Lucy's fur. I'll take it off when I'm there. And more food. Sir, you're not tall."

Calian's words continue to frown in Plants' eyes.

"My brother can only bark now."

"I told you to practice practicing your manna, and today I'm going to face the Duke of Siegfried. If you're interested, he asks you to come and see him for magic. What can I say?" "

"People say."

"Oh, really."

It will be Demirea's time soon.

Callian nodded, nodding as if he would finally let his fiancée wait for him to come over after eating peas and rice.

"Then I'll meet you at dinner and tell you. You'd better learn from your teacher."

"Don't."

Calian sighs as he looks at the green eyes, hoping to improve his patience, not Lucy. The grasshopper, who agreed that it would be good to light the Elves' Mother's tree, doesn't know why he does it, so he just sighs.

"Don't act like you're in a hurry to clean up things as if they're about to disappear." It's not that you don't understand. "

"That's not what you mean by letting Demirea know about your manna and sword skills."

"Never mind."

Plants, who was facing Calian with an irritated face, pointed his finger at Calian.

"Take care, you too. Right, if you wake up a nightmare. Not a weird dream."

I told him to have a good dream, and I learned that right away.

I'm asking you not to have some weird dream about revenge on Serenti. I'm sure he'd have thought twice about coming up with that excuse. After making excuses like that, Calian said he would create a job for him to try. He grabbed Calian again with his selfish, thoughtless hands.

The grass head is killing me because of you.

I'm so annoyed I'm going to die.

After two lifetimes, Khalian, who had never learned how to break such a strange stubbornness, finally sighed again.

"When I'm done with Cecretia. I'll let you know from then on."

So in the end, I promised Peas that I would teach them the magic of cat hair.