How to Live as the Enemy Prince

That's what Callian always thought.

If you do one job, you have to gain more than one.

It's a waste of mental strength and stamina, but that's the right amount. There are so many things you can get from a cat brooch. If you were a cat, what would you say?

Instead of saying a little apology to put her out of her mouth, she taught me how to guard her life. Plus one more thing.

"My brother is so smart."

What broke the Emerald, the Thanksgiving, Grey came to Randall this morning. It goes way back to the fact that Callian was wearing tiara-like jewelry to Demirea, Evan getting Lennon back, and Calian fighting Alan in the woods, and so on.

In case smart Plants thinks at least one of those things.

He shakes his head slightly and looks at the kitten on Plants' knees.

"Thanks to you, I've been thinking a lot about how I can help my brother who lacks a lot of ideas, but I think it went well in many ways."

"You don't need to talk about people."

Calian shrugs, trying to figure out which one is the bigger problem.

"I don't know what to tell you since the only thing I was confident about is not enough."

"I don't have to say anything."

Saint-Germain.

A pretty smile spread over the white face.

"No, me neither."

A short, persistent Kalian raises his finger to point to Plants' heart.

Maybe the hardest thing in Calian's life was naming Lucy. After all, life was named after peas.

"If you have a weak heart, don't worry about anything else and think about the name of the cat."

Of course, I gave Prince Tensyl some research and asked him to keep checking on the Tensyl that had stopped in the middle, and now I've made a tremendous increase in the Balkans' work, but just in case.

I'm afraid I'll rip my heart out again with my own hands.

Don't do that.

"You decide on your cat's name, you decide what color to wear, and if you want to learn magic from a fleece of rapidly fluffy cats, practice your magic. If you want to go out later and raise cats well, work hard with your sword. That's all you have to do. For now."

Plants has not responded for a while.

I didn't think about him any more because I thought I knew what he was trying to solve. He did not say no this time, even though he knew that he was trying to step forward with himself in a calm manner.

Instead, I thought it was a good thing I didn't give you a gift after naming the cat. It must have been a butterfly this time if the younger brother was pouring out on Hina by scraping away the remaining details.

· · · · · · An apple.

"Got it."

So now you have to think about the cat's name as quietly as you want.

"I'm glad you listened. Comfortable."

"Go."

"Yes."

Keeping Plants motionless because of two cats, Kalian stands up today, still busy thinking and having to move.

Then I still showed him a smiling face and went back to my room. Through quick and convenient terrace windows at all times.

With a quick look at the vacant spot across the street, Plants enjoys a quiet return, and again, he pauses for a while, then picks up a spoon of pudding and shoves it in his mouth.

- I want you to learn to protect it.

A soft pudding filled with milk smelled like strawberries.

The kitten struggles to reach out its head onto the table, making sure it smells sweet. After a short while, Lucy's gray forefoot rises up and presses down on her gray head.

"Oww!"

It's not eating, "as they say.

Then he began to tuck his stuffy kitten back into his arms and put him to sleep. On the knees of Plants, the most comfortable in the world.

"That's heavy."

Such a peaceful and heavy appearance.

Beautiful and heavy and cute and heavy.

There are two small, breathing, beating hearts on their knees, and their weight is as heavy as a sword.

It was so heavy, it was amazing.

In this thought of a good wind, Plants gives a short sound as if something had come to mind.

"· · · · · · · ·"

Fucking brother.

I didn't take my cat's hair off, so I just left.

* * *

One egg.

A real one.

"I was going to buy it yesterday, but the banquet ended later than I expected. I couldn't find a place to sell eggs."

Just one.

"So I bought it as soon as I opened my eyes, Chairman."

"The Balkan Wizards are a hobby of coming home early in the morning and dragging them everywhere."

Uriah, who had been similarly dragged to Alan one day to get a principal's seat, this time gained an egg.

Uriah looked through the white eggs with hard to understand what she was thinking and drank the cup filled with hymollica in one mouth. I walked into a bar and sat across from Arsen, not knowing whether the door had been opened early or not.

I forgot to fry Arsenal because I couldn't sleep, and I regretted following it, and Euria frowned after sweeping Borat's hair.

"Did the Earl tell you to buy me eggs?"

"Do you know the captain didn't give me an egg?"

"Yeah, I said it."

"Why?"

"Just. Can't you just say it?"

"No, you can do that."

Either way, Alan didn't tell Arsen.

Well, you wouldn't have had to leave that little boy and his egg in front of him this morning and inhale the Hi-molica all the way.

Arsen, an odd amount of sparkling water on the other side, points to the egg.

"Anyway, I bought it."

"Yes, you did."

"Yes, eggs."

"Yeah. Eggs."

Uriah grins, gazing back at the white egg that was clumsy on the table.

"You're such a freak."

I never thought I'd get an actual egg.

Just one.

The sound of madness that sounded more familiar than the name didn't even come into my ears. A little brat nodding his head as if it were not a big deal, said, looking at the commander, who is sniffing Hi-molica without a hitch just before he came to work.

"Rest assured. I'll ask you to learn."

"Leave it alone."

"Do you want to eat it? We're not supposed to be eating raw anymore. I want you to learn it fast."

"Leave it. Instead of eggs, bake yourself."

"Yes, I will."

"I'm going to make chicks."

"Yes?"

"Leave it alone."

"Yes, I will."

Arsen, who did not lose his cowardice and politely replied, quickly stood up. Then I went to the cashier who was sitting at a distance and said something.

Soon after, a well-fried chicken instead of Arsen and three well-baked potatoes instead of Arsen were placed on the table.

Arsen was delighted to see the delightful aromatic foods.

"Have some. I won't freeze you today."

Then he tapped the glass containing sparkling water and laughed. Uriah chuckles, laughing as he laughed too much.

Immediately, Uriah woke up this morning after eating a potato and a piece of fried chicken that was never going to pass. With an empty bottle of Hi-molica, of course.

"Don't you want some more?"

"I had breakfast."

"Have you had breakfast again?"

"Let's eat again, then. You're not eating me."

After a rough answer, Uriah searches for Juju Island items. Arsenal quickly said, as it was about to make a calculation.

"I'll buy it for you, Chairman. I'm sorry I forgot my eggs."

"Forget it. I don't like it when people who don't have a salary buy it."

"I have a lot of money without that salary. I get allowances from the prince."

"Proud."

At that, Arsen looks very proud.

"I broke it as well as I asked. I built my pride. I lost my salary and increased my allowance."

"· · · · · · You seem to be the best role model of the real Cairis Wizard."

"Me?"

"Uh, not a lunatic. He was a moron."

"Oh, I hear that a lot."

"Proud."

Uriah, who said he could not find it even if he washed his eyes and looked at it, called the cashier, ignoring Arsen, who was rich.

"Don't boast about money in front of me no matter how much you spare."

I don't know how much money Kalian is paying me, but I have three jobs, so I only get paid three times.

A well-placed Uriah in a corner of a small bag connected to her room picks up a white egg that was placed on the table and leaves the bar.

Arsen, who quickly followed, asks for Euria, looking down at the watch he was wearing on his wrist.

"Are you very late?"

"Yeah, we should get going. Why?"

"I haven't seen you since I got back from the woods."

"Too bad."

Uriah glances at Arsen for a moment, hoping that the unfortunate one would bring someone at this hour. Then, Arsen pointed to the injured shoulder in the forest and asked another question.

"But aren't you asking if your shoulders are okay?"

"You look better. Ask me something. It hurts my mouth."

"I was wondering if you were worried about seeing me for the first time since I got back from the woods."

Uriah shuts up for a moment, then replies shortly.

"I did."

Arsen nods, smiling coolly.

"I'm fine, Chairman."

"Yes."

After answering like that, I can't think of anything else to say. Uriah opens her mouth, standing still, staring at Arsen's blue head for a long time.

"Buy flowers next time I see you. I hate purple flowers, so they're different colors."

They all bought purple. Boring.

Uriah, a muttering addition, climbs into the wagon, waiting, leaving Arsen standing still.

"You're really late. Here we go."

Then he just said a quick hello and swooped away.

The blue wizard's face turned red.

Arsen, standing still, slowly opens his mouth and speaks to himself until you can't see the wagon riding in the purple wizard.

"Thank goodness."

Oh, I see.

I almost got bored.

* * *

I like everything I eat.

I like it because I have to eat well to grow up.

Technically, I don't hate grass-eating savages because they eat grass. I don't hate grass either. I just prefer meat.

I also like raw caves and citrus.

Sweet drinks are good when I think about it, and cold mint tea is usually good. And bananas are the best when they're sick.

Strawberries are not particularly enjoyable, but not hateful. I'm saying I don't like coffee, but it would be right to be reluctant to hate it. It's similar, but there's a subtle difference.

So I like everything I eat.

Oh, right.

I hate peppers.

Correct.I like everything except peppers. By the way.

"Grapefruit · · · · · · · · ·."

I hate grapefruit.

He must have remembered the last time he frowned with a sorbet with grapefruit in his mouth. Knowing that I had chosen not to enjoy it, I decided to just hate it.

"I hate it."

The sunset that flooded the whole sky seemed to ask for knowledge of its disappearance was contained in a cup of tea. As he looks down at the clear car, Randall opens his mouth, his eyes lowered, raising his cup of tea with a quiet hand.

"Don't be patient. Should I filter it out?"

"I'm not very good at holding back."

Kalyan smiles beautifully and turns his head toward Randell's acolyte, Den. Then he said with a cold face that had disappeared.

"Get another car."

Randall didn't even stop his youngest brother, who decided not to listen to one to ten, from doing what he wanted to do. Den looks down, looking at Randall's reaction for a moment, and quietly steps outside.

I'm sorry about Den, but what can I do?

That guy with the corn beard doesn't show any plot, but he tries to push it down when he gets a chance.

"How did a calm child become like this?"

As you watch Calian's reaction, Randall gives a dull voice.

You have to say, "Be still. Brother Randall."

"You haven't lost once."

"I hate to lose. Like a grapefruit."

Randall nods slightly instead of answering.

When Den came back a little later, they were staring at each other without a word until they put down the cup of tea and took out the grapefruit tea.

Randell opens his mouth again as soon as the door closes.

"It's good to see you."

"Come down often if you like. Lots of cats."

"Don't worry, it's not enough to move your feet yourself."

"Yes."

Calian, who was judged to be not good enough to bear the bother of going down two floors, replied confidently and drank a cup of tea.

"What else have you come to see?"

"You told me to cool off. You don't think I'm just here?"

"I don't think so."

Calian nods and opens his mouth, briefly smelling the remaining scent of tea in his mouth.

"What did you talk about with the Grey Brissen Change Bag?"

"Do not trust you completely."

"I told you it would help your heart, Brother Randall, but you interfered so much."

"It doesn't matter. It seemed like he was afraid of you after all."

After saying this, Randall looks at Calian nodding, smiling and smiling for a moment and asks a question.

"Second of all, did you really think you were going to rat out Brissen's sword?"

Calian nods softly.

"Yes, I'll do that."

"What if the second person holding the sword of Brissen is pointing at you?"

"I told you. I was going to show Randall my back."

I don't have Plants' betrayal in mind.

Callian adds another answer to the question he asked on the day he decided to work with Randall.

"I'm a little busy getting there and worrying."

"Then."

Randall knocks and knocks on the table.

He doesn't seem to want to miss Calian's response to his question. I looked very deeply into the red eyes and asked the question.

"What if I aim at you?"

"You'll be going to the tower."

I painted a long line of Callian's lips that answered without delay.

"I like that there's no hesitation."

"There's no reason to hesitate. You really are a person of interest."

"Yes, you're right."

A cup of tea with red grapefruit is raised. Randall looks back at it with the opposite color of his eyes and says again.

"But it's a little sad. Between brothers."

"You're making me uncomfortable."

"Do you think so?"

"It's all new."

I smiled at the mouth of Randall when I saw Calian return the answer he gave me the last time.

"I suppose so. You, too."

"Yes, but I hope you're not really aiming. Between brothers."

"Yeah, I'll try."

"Thank you."

After a brief conversation with nothing to hide, Calian raises his cup and brings the matter back up again.

"By the way, you love horseback riding, but you can't have it this year. So let me tell you a little bit about going out."

It was not pleasant to hear, but Randall was expressionless.

A sip of tea settles back in your mouth, and you hear the sound of a cup of tea dipping from the tip of Calian's hand. The sound of the aromatic but bitter tea followed.

"If I'm going, I think Earl Brissen would like to join us. I don't know if I'll be accompanying or uninvited."

I don't know if he'll leave his sword or if he'll come back with it.

If the royal family decides to leave the palace, they will come with us in some way.

"Isn't the Marquis of Brissen that indistinguishable?"

"It doesn't matter if you can or can't distinguish."

Calian smiles slightly.

"By the way, I don't know if you can hear the news about the change bag."

Randall stares silently into Callian's eyes.

He looks like he wants to know what's on his mind, so he looks back at her without refusing.

It doesn't matter if Evan wants to attack Calian or not.

Since Grey was going to produce the evidence anyway, Calian just needed to come up with the right conditions.

Of course, I was on my way back to Randall because Calian couldn't meet Grey. Tell Grey that the royal family is planning to leave the palace soon.

Not long ago, Randall gives a quiet voice.

"In a day or two, he can hear it, too."

"I'm glad."

He said he would meet Grey in a day or two and let her know his intentions.

Kalian nods and laughs.

I laughed at the fact that the first brother, like the Black Onion, didn't have a long explanation, but he understood it very well. And I was excited to have a small trap for the head of Griffin.