How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Contradiction.

Things that don't make sense to each other. Wage, or irrationality.

In fact, I thought I would use it explicitly.

'What if we put a seal on the seal of our oath not to betray Brycen?'

'In that case, the contract itself will not be established.'

'Or not die because of the seal of an oath, or ignore the seal of an existing oath, just not die at all. Or a new contract for something like this.'

"My prince, the Sispanians are thoughtful old dragons. '

Very thoughtfully, Alan replied:

Perhaps if Remain had asked him, he would have said, "Do you think the Sispanians made the magic of oath seals without thinking like you?" And if Plants had a question like that, he would have said, "Why bark again?"

Alan adds to Calian, thankful to him for saying, 'Why are you asking such a stupid question?'

'You can find a time when the seal of the oath will not clash with each other.'

The life of accepting my heart without worrying about it opened my mouth to Calian, who looked at the peas and recalled Alan's words once more.

"Write down your requirements while you're at it. I'll take that."

"That's easy for you to say."

"He who knows it's not easy, he doesn't hesitate to bet on his own heart."

What the hell.

When we sign a contract, we complain when we say we will. If he had said no, he would have said, "Why save the heart you've tied once already?"

It shows that Plants tapped the paper and wrote down Khalian.

"I don't know what else to write about this."

"Anything."

"You know what I'm saying."

"Whatever you say, you have to take your share. If you were smart, you would have just said yes when the headless Marquis said yes."

After what had already happened, Plants, who had seen Kalian in quarrel since this morning, sighed for a short while, not trying to make an annoying face. You were right to accept Evan's contract without thinking of putting another word on it, and you were right to make things bigger because you hung your heart like that.

"That's enough."

Seeing that face, Calian notices what the perverse frown is thinking, then ignores it and says again.

No, I've been bruised.

"You're so greedy, it's nice to hear what you have to say."

"I spoke to someone for a moment."

"I wish you would have listened to me. But then, sir, it's really not that tall."

"I can't stand that bird barking."

"I'm not barking, I'm cheering for you to eat a lot and grow up."

"I don't think my brother needs to raise anything in Camelon."

"Finish your puberty quickly."

"Stop it."

"I'm asking you to save that heart from now on. I do, sir."

After the bark, Plants shuts up.

Another leafy voice flows from Calian's mouth, staring at that face for a moment.

"· · · · · · · You said you would live."

You said you'd live, so please live.

Plants slowly closes his eyes and opens, looking at Kalian for a while without answering. Followed by a strange voice that doesn't seem to give up.

"Got it."

For some reason, Plants, who answered once again without disgust, simply signed the pledge without modifying any of Calian's pranks.

"I have nothing more to say."

And then he added,

Khalian smiles silently, feeling constrained in his heart as he climbs up Plants' arms, seeing the letters written on them disappear one by one.

It was because I felt familiar with it that I was reusing the seal of the oath that I had used to kill Silica's life to save the son of Silica. He who is determined to walk the path of the king must live to see that he will never be king. You're making all this noise.

Funny thing.

Funny, really.

* * *

Needleren did.

"I don't think so."

After one day of helping Arsenal, he said,

"I can't even say that. There's someone who can filter out the words," I shouldn't have bought it. "A kind person to accept a will, not a resignation."

I shook my head as if I was sick of Needleren, knowing that everything from beginning to end was the truth. Then he brought out a chicken jerky to Lucy, who looked like she was waiting for Plants.

"It's amazing how much paperwork I got back yesterday, and it's piled up again in the morning."

Just looking at the Balkans support hopes and recommendations from all over Cairys before the augmentation came with overwhelming fatigue, and there were overlapping periods of individual training performance assessments for the members of the Balkans.

"If I were to dance in front of the captain's office, would you take a look at him and say," Oh, he's busy and crazy. ""

"I've already done it."

"Yes?"

"The Cairys wizards were supposed to be crazy, so I was just encouraged to ignore them."

"Yes?"

"I'm kidding."

From where to where is the joke?

Needleen was embarrassed because he seemed to have heard a very scary word according to that range, and he pretended not to see Arsen's thick face.

"Captain Manasil is too harsh. I don't know how you can leave all this stuff out, though."

"I'm glad you brought Lord Jay, though. It's been a long time since I've been home. And I've never had so many jobs in my life. This isn't always the case anyway.The commander can't increase people forever because it's been a while. Most of your work is confidential, so if you're busy for a while, you can't post it to anyone. So don't blame the captain."

Arsen took care of Needleen in a surprisingly thoughtful way, doubting whether he had suddenly become generous or had eventually gone a little farther, and if he had seen it, he added a word.

"Sir Knight Bern is outside to see Sir Healer Bern."

"Oh, dear."

Few people knew that one of Kyrie's beliefs was' My ears are the ears of the prince ', so Needleen barely swallowed up something crude to catch up with and broke down his fine hair.

"I just want to thank the commander for learning about the precious importance of going home and everyday happiness. Anyway, Ser Jaya. Get back to work."

Nedlen stood up for a moment while thinking about whether he would be praised for being punished when lightning strikes as if it were a very coincidence in a healthy office.

"Yes. Here we go. I'm going to work with hiccups."

Then he got up and went to his office with the documents that Arsen handed over. One arsen was enough to use the same office as the prince.

- Cheers.

A few moments later, the door to the Oval Office opens, and the beautiful beige jacket across the shoulders comes in without Raleigh.

Yesterday, I felt like I was not sorry at all, but the pink sensitivity is a Thai pin with an unknown name and the same kind of cuffs, and even today, Arsen who still looks like a prince, was about to say something else.

Arsen didn't know that the snarling was caused by the Leric who was trying his best to decorate the plant, saying he couldn't lose to Merlin, Calian's maid.

"Close it. I'll take care of it." "

And I couldn't say another word.

I usually get irritated by it a couple times, but today was different.

Thanks to this, Arsen, who had stopped grumbling against Allen or Plants since morning, was still unhappy with his black coffee and then opened his mouth.

"I'm still energetic. If you had met Manat the sentimental wizard on your way here, you would have noticed. If you're worried about getting wet, come back later, my lieutenant commander Prince."

Arsen's gaze, as he said, points towards the heart of Plants.

"I haven't met any wizards."

"That's fine. It'll be gone by noon, so if you keep it a secret, you'll only have to be careful today."

"· · · · · · · Who else is there."

Plants, who was about to open one document, asked briefly to see Arsen paying attention without asking anything else. As soon as he couldn't understand, Arsen glances back at Plants.

"Someone to watch out for."

"Captain Manasil, Sir Jay, Sir Fitz, Sir Palton. You don't have to worry about the two behind you, they don't come this way today."

"Got it."

"Oh, and of course, the prince as well, but I think you already know that."

I made a deal with him that he wouldn't know about.

Plants frowns silently, turning back to the paperwork.

Lucy, who was lying on a sunny desk, muttered as if to look at me instead of the paperwork.

Plants pulling Lucy like that and placing her on her lap looked at the document and looked at her again.

"Ha."

Contract contents.

Lucy reminds me of a strange contract that doesn't seem to be full of flaws.

- Plants lives with a cat in the Cayrisian Marquis of Brissen when he leaves the palace.

- Callian works hard to help.

"· · · · · · Thinking about it, it wasn't human talk."

What kind of maniac writes that crap and puts a stake in it?

Suddenly, I thought about it.

* * *

I did not forget that coffee is not allowed.

I had never heard of a reason, but it was not difficult to guess when I thought about Plants.

For the second time, every flower will be like a renaisserie, and the third will smell like a renaisserie in coffee.

"I'm sorry."

It was not Silica's fault that the fragrance was still so unforgettable because it was so beautiful and beautiful, that Remain delayed the scolding and apologized.

"Coffee, paper flowers on your birthday."

That's all I'm sorry about. I only had to pick out two and talk because I didn't think I'd have enough for one day.

"No, I'm not."

It was Plants who should have received Remain's full apology, and Randall who should not have received Remain's. And now Calian was the one who couldn't accept Remain's apology.

"Yes."

He replied with a voice that he had never heard again that he could not say it was okay again.

"I have something to tell you, and to be allowed."

Khalian turns his head for a moment and looks at the Homocrisis Wren. Le Maine, who saw it, bites around.

Thereafter, Kalian explained.

Get Grey Brissen to the capital. We've got work to do. With the reason.

Remain silent for a while.

Plants knew about Evan's sealing of the oath, but did not know the details. I can't find anything to say about it, but if my son, for some reason, made a plan to take someone's life, how can I answer that easily?

"I don't know what to think and what to say."

"Let it go and forget it."

"It's not easy."

"At least I don't blame you for this. Me, too, Mr. Plants."

I know that it would be easier to hear the words of absolution that have been clearly drawn. So I know how to answer like that.

"· · · · · · · Sorry."

That's why Remain chose a language he could answer and handed it to him with difficulty.

Callian just pretended not to hear it, and handed Demirea four new candidate change bags. He told me to secretly review it and make a decision so that it would never be known to anyone, especially Plants.

I was going to check on the situation in Cecritia again, so I haven't told her that I'm going to visit the Elves' Mother Tree yet. Remain also did not ask how he would handle Devil's demands. If it's Kalian, he'll tell you when the time is right.

After a short encounter with Remain, Calian leaves the office. I'm going to see Alan for a moment. I think I'll just go today.

When I returned to the Chermill Palace that way without even visiting the Wilhelm Cove, Calian's steps stopped as I recognized someone who was waiting for me.

Jan seems odd to find out who he is as quickly as Callian.

"Why is Leah……………. I don't have a duel today, Prince."

While nodding at a story she didn't know, Demirea approaches Calian, raising an example, and straightaway she speaks.

"I went to repair the sword and heard a story."

Callian silences slowly, trying to find out what you were looking for in the palace. It was because the words that immediately appeared without saying a proper greeting were never light.

Callian watches Demirea for a moment and gives a quiet voice.

"Jan. Let me talk to you for a second and come in."

When Jan saw Demirea and Khalian who could not look away from her, he bowed his head and moved aside.

Demirea opens her mouth without looking away at Jan.

"I'm here to give you an opportunity to explain."

"What."

"All of them."

I can clearly see what you want to say just by looking at that face. What Siegfried's people have to say in their own words. You must have heard a suspicious story from the owner of the Lawton Forge.

I never thought I'd let him into the mansion.

Anyway, I'm amazing, too, and Calian opens his mouth with a self-conscious smile.

"I wish I was a little late."

"I don't like talking back. I hate hiding things even more."

"Demirea."

"What are you hiding?"

You don't have to worry about revealing any more secrets to one Demirea. I lived thinking that it didn't matter if I was seen by everyone. Even Remain thought he could be deceived somehow.

Callian closes his eyes for a moment with Demirea in front of him.

"· · · · · · Just one favor. Listen more."

Yeah, it is.

Except Jan.

"I'll pay you whatever you want."

I was confident I could hold Jan, but I didn't want her to know. I don't want Jan to know anything until he's dead.