How to Live as the Enemy Prince

I knew it wasn't.

But it looked a lot like him.

The resemblance is so similar that one day, when Plants came to his senses, there was sudden confusion.

I went through a crazy chaos because of the chaos. With Evan's sword in his head, the memories that he left open are mixed up.

Suddenly, another convenient memory emerged from the chaos. Not the memory of Plants, but of Bern that Kalian had.

- What did he get in the way of his father?

- Do we need to ask why the sword is already wielding?

- Even if we've killed and destroyed it, we need to know why.

- What difference does it make now that you know it?

- If you don't answer me, I'll start with the escort standing there, make it look like him, and then I'll ask you again. And he got in the way of my father.

- He's the heir to the place you visited last month.

And a child.

I just thought about it.

Without stopping it, a moment in memory erodes my mind.

- So I sent you back. Shouldn't we get rid of the aftereffects beforehand?

- That's why.

What if we leave him alone and grow up vicious like you?

He just appeared out of nowhere and looked like some asshole about to fall in love with the royal palace. And then I remembered another child who was about the same age as that child.

It was not a short time to take a breath, but it was definitely taken away. I've said that I shouldn't think too much, but I thought about it.

As such.

The momentum that the idea creates. That's it.

- Phew!

Evan doesn't miss.

"· · · · · · · · · · · Ha."

This.

Fucking family.

They're all over this guy or that guy.

You're confused. I will.

"Holy shit."

What's with the grass?

* * *

I'm afraid it's too late.

I can't even sit down, so what should I do?

After Evan's death, the oath in Alan's heart will be lifted. So even if I didn't look at the window like this, I could see that the situation was over. Nevertheless, I didn't expect Alan's eyes to fall out of the window. His footsteps could not leave the window.

It's time to come in.

'Khalian.'

I couldn't leave Le Maine's side.

He was Kalyan's teacher, but Alan was the captain of the Balkans.

With the imperial guard down, I didn't know what was going to happen, so there were wizards, but I needed Allen by Remain's side. I knew rationally.

"Earl."

Remain sits on the couch without a word and calls out to Alan.

Alan turns his head and looks at the man who summoned him.

"I'm tired of waiting, too, so I hope you'll come."

Remain's gaze was also facing out the window, just sitting on the couch.

"It's going to be okay."

Allen, who once again checked out of the window, repressed his desire to run away thousands of times and thought about why he should be here, quietly replied.

Le Maine said, looking at Alan like that.

"Go and get her. Whatever you do, I will take responsibility."

I made a request.

King Cairys to the captain of the Balkans.

A man who was incompetent to the Grand Wizard.

Kalian's father told him.

* * *

Ha.

I heard another sound that I didn't know was nonsense or nonsense.

"There's nothing you can't do in front of a child."

Chip, chip, chip.

A thick drop of blood, like a dark red sword, touches the floor.

Calian glances down at the blade deep in the middle of his abdomen, and gives you strength in his hand. Evan replied, for the price of a brief blink of an eye, that it was quite painful.

"I told you, I can't leave here."

Kalian doesn't respond to Evan.

Calian takes his eyes off the sword and smiles beautifully, looking at the child with the green eyes standing far away. There was a soft voice that didn't fit the situation at all.

"I'm dreaming."

Think of it as a dream.

[slips]

"Because it's a nightmare · · · · · · · don't remember."

- Fluffy!

With his wide-eyed eyes, Evan, Calian, and the child who saw the sword in Evan's hand and Calian pierced by it fell to the ground.

After confirming that the child had fallen asleep, Calian collected the errors that had protected his whole body and prevented Evan's sword from entering his body.

Either way, Evan pulls out the sword that was in Calian's body.

- Lardass!

The blade that was blocking the wound disappears, and a pool of blood spills out onto the floor.

Calian's body shifts momentarily.

Evan's two swords swing at Calian's neck and heart.

- Ka-ang!

Calian raises his sword close enough to stop Evan's attack. And laughed.

Evan frowns. Suddenly, Kalian rushes into the wind. Like someone who just forgot what was in and out of his body.

Evan quickly turns away from Calian's sword, aiming for the heart. No, I tried to avoid it.

I couldn't stop all the dark-red attacks coming in faster than I thought. Calian's sword cracks deep into Evan's left heart.

- Aaaaah!

A drop of blood burst from Evan's wounds gradually scattered over the wall in the hallway. Chimney, a crimson drop of blood flows to the floor.

- Ta-ah!

Without a bird getting accustomed to the pain from the deep wounds, you can see Calian's feet kicking the ground. Abdul Evan raises his sword in his right hand to attack to the left, where it does not fit well.

The flying Khalian tugs and leaps back up, stepping on Evan's blade.

Evan quickly bites a few steps away from the sword, as Calian's sword speeds up a bit. You try to retreat at a distance, but the narrower distance is not so easy. Sharp pain continues to shake his head along his spine.

Who the hell is this guy? '

Evan's wound was deep.

The wound you inflicted on Kalian was a critical hit.

The depth of the wound must be different without even looking at it. However, Calian's wounds cause a more minor illusion just by doing what he does.

- Yippee!

With a short jump, Calian swings his sword at Evan. Evan also forced his immobilized arm.

He slashes the sword in his right hand horizontally while simultaneously twisting the sword in his left hand and lowering it. Calian pulls out the howling sword from above, swinging it steadily in the direction it's moving. The swiftly slashing sword slashes toward the ground and loses its direction.

- Ka-ang!

More aggressive attacks.

Evan's posture gradually begins to falter due to the apparently altered movement of the Dark Red Sword. You concentrate again, and you start to feel slightly aggravated by the speed of your head against Calian.

- Ka-ang, Kang, Ka-ang!

Chip, chip, chip.

A stream of blood spills from Evan's wounds that reveal his true colors. A stream of blood spills from Calian's scar, which is difficult to see because of the black clothing. It was a long time ago whether the black clothes were darker or wetter.

Calian opens his mouth like a habit, twisting once and straightening up again.

"Oh, right."

Everywhere he looked relaxed, Evan stared at Calian, breathing heavily.

"I didn't really say why I noticed earlier."

What the hell are you talking about?

Having the heart to listen to the will of the one who hurt him, Evan frowned and stepped forward. All I could think about was killing him and getting rid of him.

- Shhh!

Evan reaches out to Calian with the sword in his right hand, wondering if he didn't need to use it anymore.

Seeing that, Calian steps back and takes his hand off the sword he was holding. Then he lowered his arms to the ground and moved again.

Calian's appearance disappears.

Blood, error, and now indistinguishable things are scattered all over the floor.

Evan quickly twists and raises his sword, noticing the cool energy coming out from behind him.

- Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Two sounds.

A sword that changes at any time to its desired shape.

This time instead of a longsword, instead of a dagger, instead of a shield, or instead of a club or Lucy toy.

Calian holds a thinner sword in his hand than usual.

Evan crosses the two swords to block Calian's blade.

- Ka-ang!

Evan stops Kalian's attack.

With a sharp iron screech, the dark-red sword stops in midair.

- · · · · · · · Qajik!

One, I stopped it.

"No, writing, begging."

Two swiftly deformed swords hold one in Calian's hands. One is blocked, the other is blocked.

"· · · · · · · Not because I can't use it. Me, too."

Calian ponders, gazing at Evan's second dark red sword piercing his heart.

Slowly.

Evan raises his head slowly.

I looked at Kalian.

Clear red.

I remembered the red cloak I wore that day.

- Whose son I am.

I see red hair that resembles the blood that is now shed and rotten, which I saw a long time ago.

"You · · · · · · · · · ·."

The cold energy surrounds Calian's face, looking at Evan with eyes of similar light.

- Got it!

I was going to say what I wanted to say, but I didn't mean to talk, so Calian scattered the sword in his hand.

I didn't have to stand up to Evan anymore, and I didn't have to listen to him.

"I know. I'll teach you. Why did you do it?"

· · · · · · Don't.

- Fluffy.

Evan's body loses support and kneels down.

His eyes move slightly as he looks at Kalian. He once glanced at the sword in Calian's hands and did so.

- Kuang!

I fell to the ground cold.

I closed my eyes.

Calian breathes a long breath as he watches it through. I took a long, long breath for a long time.

- Saa · · · · · · · · · ·.

Immediately, I felt two kinds of scattered magic.

A little older and a lot older.

Calian smiles faintly, noticing that the seal of the oath that Plants and Alan had made with Evan had disappeared.

"I'm sick of this."

In a twist, Kalyan picks up a black pebble stone that fell near Evan's body and puts it in his arms.

Then again, I took a few more steps, picked up the robe I had just taken off, and returned to Evan, who was already out of breath. You raise your immovable arm and stretch out the black cloth.

- Flutter!

You cover Evan's corpse with your robes.

It was no courtesy of the Marquis, nor of the Knights who fought for so long.

It was because I wanted to move the child who had fallen asleep at the end of the hall to another place, but was unable to do so. I had no choice but to cover up Evan's body because I couldn't put him anywhere.

"I don't think I'm in a position to care."

Still.

I just hope that she doesn't know anything, and that she wakes up and sees at least the remains of my own flesh and blood before they come to clean up this place.

I don't know where I'm gonna live, how I'm gonna live.

I'm too young to realize that what I believe is a nightmare. That's a little harsh.

- Thump, thump, thump.

I straightened my lower back and dark-red blood fell back to the ground once more.

"Plants · · · · · · · · This grass head."

You can see the bright lights gathering outside the window that was full of darkness. She can't think of what it is, so she just keeps moving her feet.

Calian, wrapped around the abdominal wound, twists his foot and eventually stops and leans against the wall.

"You're like an enemy."

The seal of the oath tied to Khalian's heart remains.

So, green peas are still prevalent.

Son of a bitch.

You're a stubborn bastard.

But I don't think he's going to sell his heart anywhere else.

If you don't.

- Tupperware, Tupperware.

Of course.

You're more like a cat.

You'll live a long time.