How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Wrong prediction.

Calian misreads the direction he wants to go. Others would have lost their thirst for a moment.

Demirea's response, of course, was different.

You quickly turn your head toward the flying sword in the opposite direction. Demirea, who sent the sword to the right, twists, as if she could undo as many mistakes as possible. You swing your sword at Calian, standing on the opposite side, with all your strength at the toes of the feet that support the ground.

Instead of taking on Demirea's heavy attack, Calian moves his sword as fast as he can, sliding his paw on the ground. The user pushes away the blade, not the tip of the sword, which is full of strength.

- Ka-ang!

With a long strike, Demirea's sword falters violently. The black red sword that never misses its time looks like it has split into numerous forks and once again aims at the neck and heart.

- Ka-ang! Kang!

At the same time, they were aiming at each other and moving away from each other at once. The eager sword, full of the will to never give up easily, and the greedy sword, which wanted to tell us everything without missing a single crack, constantly aimed at each other's weaknesses.

- Kang!

Demirea pulls with her extended sword, avoiding a crouching attack. I tied it tightly, but a few short strands of hair that were released were cut off by the standing energy and scattered to the ground.

Demirea's eyes move quickly. You observe the movement of the foot, not the tip of the sword, against Calian's shoulder. Demirea reads the direction Kalian is headed, rushing towards Kalian and raising her back as if she wasn't going to lose this time.

You strike back at Calian with the greatest power you can. The weight added to the force speeds up and it becomes weight again.

- Gentlemen!

Fast and heavy, the power from foot to leg, leg to waist, waist to shoulder, and hand to hand flew as if it were a split between Calian's breasts.

Kalian's feet lightly kick the ground.

The tip of the dark red sword in his hand settles on top of the flying silver sword. And then he turned his sword up like a swipe. He spills his strength away, and climbs up as if scraping his sword from the edge of Demirea's blade to the handle.

- Kaga Gaga!

After a long, strong and fast friction, a fireball popped out. Creepy friction sounds from the dark red sword that created a blazing flame everywhere. Only after Khalian reached Demirea's foothills did the sound of air ripping from the tip of a powered silver sword.

Immediately before being blocked by the guard on the silver sword, the dark red sword turns faster than a flash.

With the tip of his sword, Khalian, who thwarted Demirea's swift and powerful blow, stabs Demirea in the back of the hand. For the first time, you get a superficial cut on the back of your hand, unable to avoid a light attack aiming for something less urgent.

- Caaaaang!

The wound you just sustained caused a momentary lapse in Demirea's grip of the sword. One hand that holds all its power is loosened, and the sword of Kalian strikes Demirea as it is.

Oh, I see.

With a small sigh, a long bloodline formed in Demirea's neck.

"Don't make wild predictions."

- Boom!

A heavy sword that can't even fly far out of your hand echoes to the ground.

"You don't want to die."

And then Kalian's voice followed.

* * *

Kyrie turns her head as she stands far away and watches over Kalyan and Demirea. Kyrie's eyes were different colors, and after the duel, she headed toward Plants, who had not yet been distracted from Calian looking at Demirea's sword.

Kiri opens her mouth first. I thought I knew why Plants wouldn't look away.

"Are you reminiscing?"

Then Plants looks away and nods once, looking at Kiri.

"Your workshop was long, but you all remember it."

"Remember."

Plants, who was about to nod again, opens his mouth and gives the answer.

There have been many swords by Calian against Plants or Kiri, but never as long as they are now. It took me that long to hand over the fight, struggle and education all at once.

And Plants remembered everything from beginning to end. It just didn't mean that it had all the workshops memorized.

"I don't think you've been able to keep up with the prince's every move. Maybe you're right."

Plants nods unseen, looking up at the man who received a letter of appointment from Remain and became a Knight of the Kalian.

"Not yet, it's fast."

"If you don't mind, I'll show you the sword the prince dealt with again today."

After seeing both workshops, unfortunately, Plants wasn't able to capture all of Calian's movements in his eyes. But not in Kiri.

We've crossed a wall, and of course, we can't stop them and drive them away yet, but we've been chasing them with our eyes.

Plants faces unexpected kindness and gazes at Kiri with his silent eyes. Watching the tall Kiri like a birch tree behind Chermill Palace reminds me of a little Hina who was lost to her brother. Plants lowers his voice, thinking of the only thing they had in common that they thought were nothing alike.

"Strange brother and sister."

"Why are we so weird?"

"Similar."

The green eye that said so moved forward again. It was towards Kalian, who gave Demirea a a few words he couldn't hear. I don't understand what you're talking about without seeing Kiri's mouth closed.

"For no reason. Continue."

"· · · · · Was it too kind of you that I offered to show you my sword or that Hina cared about Prince Plants?"

Rarely, he asked Kiri, who understood the meaning of what Plants was trying to say.

"Too much. Too much." "

Plants, who swallowed the word "I don't know which" either, turns his head back to Kiri. And he replied a little late to his offer to restore Calian's sword.

"Go, Wilhelm."

"You may leave now. Deputy Hertz will be looking for you again. I'm sure I'll remember it, so you're welcome to meet me when you're done."

"It doesn't matter."

It really doesn't matter about the blue-haired wizard. Plants here takes his sword and goes out. Thinking whether Demirea's sword is heavier or harder to determine.

* * *

It was only after I lost my sword that I realized I was short of breath.

After a few short breaths, Demirea lowers her head slightly toward Kalian.

"Thank you."

I didn't like the idea of losing in the duel.

Calian has regained his ability to handle the sword, and he understands that there is no luck in climbing up the sword path.

Kalian is better than Demirea, who is trying hard enough. It seemed like there was a difference in talent, so it was just a little jealous.

- Don't overdo it.

Isn't it different to be jealous of being followed? If I was jealous, it would be too much, so I just thought of taking a nice cup of tea and resting today.

Now that we know the skill difference, we can swing the sword again.

"If you follow, you'll catch up, and if you catch up, you'll get ahead."

At the end of that thought, Demirea said,

Calian nods, not asking what it means. Bern in front of Tailan, who was a swordsman, also remembered saying something similar.

Calian moves his foot and picks up the fallen sword himself. After double-checking the weight of the sword that was much heavier than when you saw it in Siegfried, you look sorry to see that the day was somewhat dull. Winning in Dalian was nothing to be sorry about, but I was right to be sorry for hurting the sword.

"Ah."

Then I realized that it wasn't the only thing I was sorry about, and pulled the handkerchief out of my jacket pocket.

"Sorry, Demirea."

When I was facing the sword, I made a lively sound like I was going to swallow it right away, and quickly returned to my normal face and apologized.

Suddenly, Demirea smiles as if to see Khalian speaking with a handkerchief in one hand and her sword in the other. I didn't care about the little scars as much as I did about the knife. Besides, there was someone who could fix it right away anyway.

"You don't have to worry about going to Wilhelm's coffin."

"Yes."

I guess she really doesn't care that she just put a red line around her fiancée's neck. She smiles as if she's okay with it.

Well, I guess Demirea thinks more like a knight than a nobleman.

"No one in Siegfried wears a sword as fast as you. Thanks to you, I learned a lot."

"I don't think so, Cairys."

Callian, who is still thinking about Tailan, continues. When Allan hears this, he nods and opens his mouth, knowing that he has spilled another word that will make her want to smack her back.

"I learned a lot, too. That's a lot more."

"I see."

"It's definitely not Siegfried. Of course, Siegfried would have dealt with you on the way in, but your sword may have been more difficult."

"Lighter swordsmanship can be found in my family. I'm learning both, of course, but it's a little different from the black father I deal with."

Callian nods, saying, "I see."

As if he had promised, both workshops that had been back and forth a while ago were not in his mouth. I showed and taught enough, even if I didn't add anything more, because Demirea had just recognized everything that Kalian had tried to tell her. They were both capable people.

"But the sword is a little broken."

"I like the guy you introduced me to, Loten. You don't have to worry about that either."

Demirea told me about the blacksmith Giggs, who used to be the owner of the Lawton Forge. Kalian grins as he hires the man who told him he might be shorthanded as a villager. I was wondering if Demirea's Stamina was too strong.

"The knights' training is going smoothly. When do you plan to enter the palace?"

"Is Brissen's side undisturbed?"

"Yes. Earl Aprine seems to care a lot. No one noticeable."

"Good."

Callian looks satisfied as if he had helped himself gather the knights and heard a compliment about Eiffel in training.

"If you get a chance, meet Earl Aprine. It won't be bad. I wish I could call the Earl to the capital, but there are so many lines connected to me that I can't do that."

"Yes, but Grey Brissen."

"That's later."

Demirea, who asked when she was planning to take Grey Brissen to the capital and whether some of the new change bag candidates would like to meet in person, shut up.

Demirea nods as if she understood Kalian's words after reminding him that he was standing in Kiri, a considerable distance from one or two.

The wind brings a drop of sweat hanging from the ends of her fluffy, blonde hair just like Yann's. After seeing him, Calian smiles and manages his magic, realizing that there was something else in the military that he couldn't be more careful about.

"Wait a minute."

The magic of a completely different energy passes through Demirea than the horror felt on the sword made of error.

I was sweaty and cold.

Recently, Demirea, who was most nervous and droopy with sweat, lifted her mouth as if she liked it.

"Magic certainly helps a lot."

"That helps."

The following companies.

Even if I can't wash it, I clean it. It's good for working late, and I don't smell like alcohol, so I don't have to worry about the day after I drink it. And get rid of the red car stains on your clothes.

Get rid of cat hair.

"· · · · · · It helps."

Khalian mutters, smiling and muttering, looking at Demirea.

"Can you come back after meeting Hina and being treated? I want to eat and talk to my fiancée while walking."

"Yes, it's time."

Demirea, who just handed her over, nodded her head. In fact, it was because I didn't pay much attention to what I had regretted in the previous battle.

Thanks to this, I quickly went back to the mansion and tried to rest for a cup of tea, and I couldn't think of anything else about the secret words that Kalian had spilled during the Cairis Canal, or why the energy felt by Kalian's sword and magic were so different.

Callian smiles, smiling, wondering if you knew something was missing.

"Don't be late. Let's eat something delicious."

I stopped covering for them, but I still see good food, so I think I'm getting taller.

With that in mind, Kalian gives a pleasant face.