How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Cecritia was warm.

Cairys, no. Cairysis was cold.

I could not say that I had been all over Cecretia, but wherever I went, it was generally warm or hot like the capital Cecreta and winter was not so cold. By contrast, Cairosis was cold enough to walk with his head held high in the wind during the winter.

This is all because of Hatsuara, the beginner of irrationality.

Anyway, Calian turns his head for a moment after he thinks he's blaming Hartsara for his two memories of the same time.

A scarlet cape of wind catches my eye. The thick cloth underlying the tip became invisible because of the increasingly large amount of gem dust attached to it as it descended, and it looked like a cartoon that I saw one day, and also · · · · · · · ·

"It's autumn now. The wind has changed."

"Yes. It's autumn."

Yann nods and replies, making it easier for him to climb the wagon on standby.

Cairys still needs to prepare for the winter with hot secritia. It was an unfamiliar but unfamiliar autumn.

"It's good, it's bad."

"Do you regret it?"

"Yes."

Jan looks round, sitting across from Calian. He seemed to be suffering from heartache all summer, and now he seems to have gotten rid of it a lot, but what a pity.

"You don't put ice in mint tea."

It was the wrong reason, but Calian meant it. Jan doesn't let me drink mint tea full of ice anymore that the wind has changed.

I slept very late last night. I asked him to bring me a cold mint tea so I could open my eyes. Then I was resolutely rejected. After that, I secretly made the hot tea cold with magic, and I was scolded for a long time because I noticed it again. I was disappointed.

- Polygon, polygon.

Callian speaks while the wagon is moving at a speed that is neither slow nor fast.

"Even just this morning. It's not cold yet, and you're not even listening to me."

Perhaps the one who was going to lead this country in the future smiled in a small voice, which was fun to talk about mint tea with his acolytes.

"I won't let you say that."

An adamant answer leaks a few more grumbling words from Calian's mouth.

I did not hate that it would already be autumn, except for that sadness. As Yan thought, I cleaned up most of my stomach all summer. Most people say that because Calian is also a human being, it was hard to fully measure my heart. However, it was true that I feel much cooler now.

Like the wind is blowing now.

"Still, I think there's more good than bad."

"Good, I have more good things."

"Yes, thank God."

Another reason why autumn is good is that the smell of the wind blowing like a memory of a hot summer is still peaceful. And the other one was a little less likely to see rain coming down with chi as if trying to tie Calian's feet together.

· · · · · · · · ·

"Oops."

Oh, come on.

I suddenly heard a low voice as if I was waiting for Calian to get off the wagon when I arrived at Siegfried Coffin. As soon as I heard that sound, I realized that it wasn't just the rain, so I felt quite excited by the autumn wind blowing on this good day.

"The flu, should have been sick."

I blame him for meeting me as late as possible in front of Siegfried Coffin.

- I didn't tell my brother, but actually Prince Plants helped me practice speaking. You were busy, but I got used to it by listening without saying anything. Prince Plants is as good as he is, so stop torturing Prince Kalian. You're still my brother.

Prince Plants is just as good.

Stop bothering Prince Plants.

After drinking warm milk and taking a long nap that evening, I remembered the words, such as the clean wall power, that came out after Hina's thanksgiving.

Oh, my god.

I never thought I'd hear my Hina take that grass head's side in my life. Such a day that I did not even think of came too soon, the emptiness, disappointment, sadness, and sorrow came all at once.

Besides, why?

Not Kiri, not me.

Is it really true that your brother was the first to hear the voice of our angel, Hina, who seems to be about to blossom blue flowers in the sky right now? When I hear your name, like Frog Grass, who floats on the lake with a pretty voice like the twinkling sunshine on the lake, do you even know how sick I am when you call me much more than my name?

The wound in my heart was so deep that I could understand and forget all about the four of you. However, in order to listen to us Hina, do you know that I have endured the feeling that I would be three years older and have avoided seeing your face from that day until now?

Well, that grasshopper couldn't have known such a delicate mind.

I put in the perseverance of my desperation to make my life blossom. Anyway, today was a good day, and now Callian is clearly an adult.

"I'm looking for Brother · · · · · · · Plants."

"I have an idea."

"No, I'm not."

Calian, short of a comment pointing out that it took a long time to say hello, opened his mouth again, remembering Plants' first words.

"You don't have to catch a cold today. You didn't go in there to check it out."

"I don't know what my brother will do."

"That's sad. If anyone hears me, I'll think I'm always in trouble." "

"Good bark. Even today."

Even if I bark now, I won't stop. I knew I wouldn't stop, but now I didn't know where my eyes were, so I thought I would stop, but I don't. Considering the earholes, I don't even think I can hear them through the nostrils, not the ears.

During a short sigh of resignation, Plants continued Calian's bruising.

"Even if today is a place for me, I have a dog, and my brother has a simple dream of going out and raising a cat. It's such a day when he has to be sick and weak and precious. I hope you'll attend and shine for me. I have to."

"This is bad. You're dressed up, but you don't speak very well."

A white cape decorated with gold embroidery. Long, dark turquoise jacket and white trousers. Even the jewellery that would suit you so well, Raleigh's hands are very long, and Raleigh's reply fills his heart as he looks at Khalian in more clothes than he does.

Callian grins.

"Lucy in her clothes keeps yapping, but I'm not the same. The Sispanian said that no matter what you look like, it doesn't change the nature, so you have to bark all the time no matter what you wear."

Plants, who had heard the answer to the question, tried to move his feet, as if he didn't want to fight the brute force of his ongoing brother selling to Lucie Sispanian. Then Kalian makes a sudden sound.

"Is that precious, by any chance?"

Callian's fingers were pointing to the cloaking embellishment of Plants. with two big golden feathers and a fairly large piece of emerald.

In short, it's such a nice ornament to think of the Griffin of Brissen with the golden body and the green eyes.

At this point, Plants remembered his brother's story of caring heart and just shook his head, saying that he had received it from Evan with a short message saying he wished he had come today. He couldn't have known that.

"There's no way that's possible."

There must still be something precious to greedy Plants. The most precious Lucy was Calian's cat, so what can I say?

"Yes. Perfect timing."

After asking an unknown question, Kalian reaches out his arm and points to the Siegfried tube. Since it meant to go in first, Plants went inside without speaking to him anymore.

In order not to think about what his sister was up to, he came in early in the morning, thinking hard about pretty Lucy who was sneaking up on her chest and waking her up dead.

Soon after Plants entered, Calian slowly stepped inside Siegfried's coffin, confirming that all the nobles and both princes had entered.

"Prince Kalian Lane Cairis eats."

Familiar introductions. Familiar silences.

The silence settles, as promised.

It is always so quiet where there is someone who drives the most noisy gossip. Perhaps this is a contradiction too. Kalian's finger drew a small arc today.

"Nice to meet you."

I've waited so long for this day to bring about this unwelcome silence.

* * *

I had a lot of thoughts.

Kalian would have laughed if he knew, but he had a lot on his mind.

Siegfried decides not to touch it again. It would have been troublesome if Remain had given his title to the Dodo Duke who sits on the seat of the nobles on the other side of Evan.

'I need to shake the nobles first.'

A peasant-born harem is also a place to make a queen of a long dead harem.

'Even if it's definitely not on Brissen's side, there will be many complaints. First, I need to use a well-drawn cub this time.'

Evan thought of this and sent a gift to Plants.

Not only was there still a relationship between Plants and Bricen, but also the fact that Plants was the prince of Bricen, and that Bricen was an accessory that meant that she would definitely place Plants on the throne.

- To be regarded as the prince who will be a cub Griffin, not as a cub wolf, but as a lion who will have fancy wings.

Plants, who knew Evan's intentions but could not break Bricen's demands, had been decorated as promised. I can see the nobles nodding, looking at Plants and Evan alternately. What could be more satisfying?

Without saying a word, Plants walks into his seat without looking at Evan.

'Are you complaining about using my man well?'

But what should I do?

Nobles don't even look at this stuff anymore.

You see Randall sitting there without a word with him. On the other hand, I was a little concerned about hearing briefly that someone presumed to be Grey Bricen went to see Randall in the palace, but I could go back to the mansion and find out more.

As a result of such thoughts, for now, I am not satisfied.

"Prince Kalian Lane Cairis eats."

He's finally here.

Evan tilts his head as he rises from his seat and gives a modest example. As Plants approaches, the noisy nobles say nothing.

'What else did he do?'

Evan raises his head, throwing aside a brief question, and his mouth slowly opens and closes again.

A pink cape that constantly glows if gems are sprinkled. Apricot jacket and white pants. And...

A pearl frill full of wrists and neck.

I was greedy and could not laugh.

The decor was too ornamental and I couldn't swear. No one thought so. Even Evan.

"Nice to meet you."

An apricot layered dress on top of a white dress.

A frilly pearl decoration that was layered over. A beautiful Tiara made of all kinds of red jewels without any other color mixing. The vivid red hair that Tiara wrapped around.

There's no one here now who wouldn't think of someone in the portrait at the Arfia Palace who had been avoiding Kalian on purpose, but the nobles didn't.

'Freya!'

I almost took his name out of my mouth.

Because of the bold, unattached prince who appeared with a face that resembles my mother, wearing a garment that looked like a portrait that was taken exactly as it was on the day my mother entered the palace.

The jewelry of Plants and the statue of Bricen must have been forgotten in the heads of the nobles. Evan's got zinc, too.

The sound of footsteps that cannot be ignored echoes through the bowels.

Freya's hair is like a shimmering cape of bright red. Or like Freya's bloodline from a long time ago.

especially in slow steps.

He was making known again whose son he was.

- As long as I remember my mother. Brissen will never be tolerated.

I felt goosebumps as if I heard something.

Calian's slow pace doesn't lead to Evan either. I only sent a light greeting when I passed Demirea's fiancée. Afterwards, I stopped until I got between my seat at Randall and Plants, who was still standing.

I wanted to say a few words naturally between the two.

'· · · · · ·!'

I felt a sharp energy.

Among the nobles, Evan, who felt it alone, raised his head without even knowing it.

- Blah, blah!

Immediately, a loud, sunny sound rang out.

The sound of silence. The sharp sound of something stronger than a glass.

Exactly the sound of a solid jewel shattering the mountain.

I mean, like, Emerald.

It looks like Plants frowned. Standing opposite Plants, Kalian turns his head. Then Calian, with his thin fingertips on top of the Emerald, saw Evan. You open your red mouth, smiling beautifully with bloodshot eyes.

"· · · · · · · Oops."

- Tsk.

A fragmented emerald, golden feather rolls across the floor.

Kalian grabs the white cloak, which is about to flow down as the ornament disappears. The laughter followed a bland voice that did not fit at all.

"I was going to take a look at it for a while, but I stopped making big fuss with my brother."

Because you're doing something that doesn't fit at all.

After hiding a few words, Kalian unravels the jewelry that was on his jacket. Preventing the acolytes from coming to help.

The sound of a cluck and brooch filling echoes Evan's ears.

"Do what's mine, as soon as possible. I'll apologize to you later."

Plants, who consciously restrained it, said nothing and the nobles said nothing. Evan sees a new brooch placed on Plants' cloak and loses his horse.

"Cat"?

A black cat that means nothing.

There could have been no other meaning than resembling Calian himself a little bit, but he gave me a black cat with ruby eyes that would now have more meaning than anything else.

Callian to Plants.

In front of Evan.

"Luckily, you look good together. Brother."

It gives me goose bumps.