How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Tensyl's speech was later than I expected.

To be precise, the answer from Prince Tensyl must have been too late. Thanks to this, Grey also postponed a celebration party for succession. So Callian had to wait about a full day to meet Eila.

Full moon.

A period of time during which the good wind will give you a fresh energy.

During that time, Cairys had a desire for change.

Alan started to move.

During the course of the summer, Alan met with Euria several more times and turned the Polish Wizard Institute into a Polish Wizard School that had been officially approved by Le Maine and went into the preparation process for branching out in each region of Cairis. This created an environment in which Uriah, who was in a vague position called "Principal of the School of Magic," could work as a formal principal in front of and behind the position.

"Earl Manasil. I have a favor to ask you. '

'Speak.'

Can't I just fire him? '

Of course, we don't know if Uriah truly thanked Alan for receiving the Golden School Master's Declaration again.

'Don't be so modest, be confident. I'll make you a drinking buddy for cheering you on.'

With Euria's appreciation, Alan fully recalled his daughter-in-law Rachel Grace to the capital after completing the shaping of the installation method for the Movement Wizard, which will continue to be added throughout Cairys. He then revised his original plan to assign Balkan training to the branch management and vice principal of the School of Magic.

We have also begun to implement plans such as improved treatment for wizards and expanding facilities within the palace and outside the capital as Balkans grew in size. It was to raise Balkans to fit the name "Legion."

Along with him, the most important work needed for Balkans to grow.

- Appoint Niedelen Jaya, Palton Youz, Raj Ibeca and Damien Scone to the squadron in Balkan.

A total of four commanders were appointed by the Wizards and Knights, two of each.

From platoon to platoon, generation to generation, through Brigade and Satan to Legion.

From the very beginning, Calian tried not to change his name as he expanded his body gradually. Balkan, who was only thirty, was called the Legion.

'Names matter. Balkan, known as the platoon, becomes the platoon, and eventually the platoon. Every time you raise your name like that, the nobles will remind you that the power of the king is getting stronger. They will try to be vigilant every time. Every time I have to fight with the nobles, I don't have time to waste. From the beginning, it's better to create a sub-class with a large name.'

Balkans were named after their target size and wanted to grow to their size. As a result, Alan consulted with Arsen and Plants to name the four newly appointed Vice Admiral, Master of the Corps.

The change did not end there.

- Give the Earl's throne to Deputy Commander Arsen Hertz of the Balkans.

- Give his birthright to Balkans commanders Nedlen J., Palton Youz, Raj Ibeca and Damien Scone.

Remain has changed its policy of treating the Baron the same way, regardless of whether he is a superior officer or a regular member, as long as he does not hold his place. Accordingly, I assigned a position to a member of the Balkans' chief of staff for their respective positions.

- Give the baron's throne to Commander Alan Manasil.

Alan, of course, was given a real title for command of the army. It was Cairys' second long-lost baron. It's not that the nobles aren't complaining, but there's no rush.

And one more thing.

- As a best course of action, place yourself above the healer Hina Bern of Balkan, who resurrected three princes.

Simply precious, he was rewarded for Hina, who was difficult to assess the value of his abilities.

Two stages of self-improvement from Baron Jun.

He gave the rank of commander of the Balkans to a healer who acted on his own without a subordinate. In the meantime, it was a reward for saving so many princes, and a measure to prevent foreign kings from overreacting.

It was a decision that Le Maine, who knew very well that Hina was a commoner from Half-Elf, and even initially had no castle and had a hard time proving her identity.

Something else.

'You move as if you were waiting for Brissen to be a whistle.'

There have been so many changes in the royal family, as the nobles would rate it, as if the late Grey Brissen would have to change everything before he took his place.

All this was the power of Remain and the kingdom of Cairus to be taken back. All that happened in just one full moon.

And Calian was right at the beginning of all the changes.

There was still no name for Calian anywhere, but it was definitely a butterfly's wingspan made from Calian's hands that brought about a hurricane.

"Is that a butterfly?"

"Would those butterfly wings look like that? I can see it's a bird."

A place with cheerful music.

The late Grey Bricen who temporarily used Lennon's mansion in place of Evan's burned house.

After Evan's death, the nobles heard that the deputy commander of the Balkans attended with Calian's gift, because of the brief whirring of the situation and the enormous entanglement of Brycen and Cecretia's tributes.

- Does this mean Prince 3rd and the new Marquis of Brissen aren't so bad?

- So he'll give you a gift. I thought you were sending that to Earl Hertz.

- Well, I guess I'll have to attend.

Thus, the nobles participated in the party, well meaning that the Prince and the Marquis' relationship was not bad for Kalian's gift. Afterward, a few statues were gathered in front of a statue set up at the entrance to a large garden and were exchanging stories.

"Oh, right. Two birds. Then why did He send birds instead of cats?"

A gift from Callian.

I was trying hard to assess the meaning.

"I think this red bird might be Griffin."

"Isn't that a little too much for Griffin?"

Sculptures made of fire, ice and water.

A pitch-high water splashes over the ornamental table that rises to the waist. Even though there was no device to block the water, the water did not flow down, clumping together.

Then, there was a flaming bird with its wings spread out to the sky and it looked like it was about to rise from the water. The long wings of an invisible bird float in the water, wrapped in a red flame, giving a blazing glow.

"Rather than Griffin."

A man looking at the bird's long neck mutters.

"Looks like a swan of flames."

"I see. I see that too. What the hell is that swan mouth holding?"

Ice.

Another piece of ice is bitten on the bird's beak. Round as a human fist. But something in obvious form.

"· · · · · · Sparrow?"

Similar, but not sparrow, is a blue-glow seagull.

So Khalian just sent a sculpture to Grey that shows a red gong rising from the water biting a blue sole and killing it.

It was fine to send a statue of a red gorny and a seagull that had nothing to do with Grey.

"Perhaps this sparrow means Evan. I've lost my castle and my title. How can I call it Griffin? It's just a sparrow. And that swan, it means not to be arrogant like a big old Griffin, but to look different. It means that we should try to be new and burn all the marks of the previous day."

"Ah. That's what it means."

Whatever you send me, I'll find a big, good intention and stick it up for you.

"It seems hard to live as a nobleman."

"You're a true nobleman now, Earl Boy."

The blue-haired wizard who was standing a little distance from them said, "The wizard with the blue-haired head replied lightly.

"Should I put a lightning bolt up there? Please come to your senses and say one more thing."

"I'd like to see that."

At the same time, a purple lightning bolt strikes the red gorny statue. The nobles nod with admiration, knowing much soon.

"· · · · · · · Like smart idiots."

Seeing that, Bora Head Wizard left an honest impression.

I was saying it was nothing, but I'd probably be surprised if there was another wizard in the room. It was never easy to keep the magic of different attributes in a particular shape.

"Why don't you just master the properties of fire? With a double attribute like mine. Kid, you love fire."

"I don't do double attributes."

"Why?"

"What I really like is fun as a hobby, my teacher said. And there's nothing like ice to catch a person."

To the midday messenger who brings water and lightning to slaughter, an ice boy who pierces the heart with his heart, said one by one.

"And I'm going to be in six circles very soon."

"Why six circles? Drink?"

"Yes, Chairman of the Association, if you don't want to freeze your drinks, you have to drink."

"Oh, yeah. Good luck."

Uriah, deputy commander of the Balkans, a genius wizard and Earl, once heard the reason why he dreamed of achieving six circles, said something profound.

"By the way, I don't see Baron Pollun."

"I'm near your wife. I don't think it's worth living with suspicion if you stay close to me. By the way, is Baron Pollun the Baron and I'm the Earl's kid?"

"Kid's a kid, then."

By the time a simple conversation came and went, the music had changed. It was the beginning of the party.

"Maybe he saw that thing you were looking for."

"You must have seen it. There was a man who had just looked at the statue from a distance and disappeared."

Yes, Uriah, who was stuffy, touched her head for a moment.

It was heavy and empty on the back of the neck because it was always roughly braided down or tied together, even though it was a heavily blue silk dress full of jewels and deep purple heels.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

Noticing that, Uriah nods at Arsen.

"Uh, I've been a little busy lately, and I haven't been able to make it to the party."

"Still, you look just as good as Rob."

"Of course."

As Uriah replied naturally, Arsen, wearing a purple tie, from his shirt to his trousers, smiled in black. Then I made just one ice flower that resembles my hair color and stuck it slightly into the purple hair that was fixed without any other decoration.

"What?"

"I thought you might like this, too. I'm not bored."

After touching the new ornamental pin, Uriah smiled and replied, instead of saying that she had to remove all the ornamental pins because her long hair was heavy.

"Of course you are."

Arsen reaches out his hand, thanking Khalian, who taught him how to make much more beautiful blue flowers than purple flowers, which he paid handsomely for.

"Let's dance while you're here, Mr. Association Chairman."

"Yeah. I'm just gonna dance to one song and have a drink, kid. You just watch. Don't freeze your house."

"Yes, I understand."

So, the two wizards who finished the work entered the banquet hall looking good.

* * *

- Parlack.

At the sound of handing over the paperwork, Lucy, who was asleep, lets out a lull of sleep with the pink soles spread out.

Sleeping with the soles of her feet pointing upwards, much darker than her hair.

"I am Prince Plants' favorite cat. '

The cat wrinkles its eyes in Lucy's sleeping habits.

Deep night.

"Sorry to wake you. Keep sleeping."

Kalian, who provided the reason for awakening the gray kitten, said the end. Then he raised his finger and gently stroked under the kitten's chin.

"Peas are busy, so I guess I forgot to name you. Yeah, butterflies."

"Niang."

The kitten, with a thin sound like an answer, closes its eyes softly and falls asleep again. The small figure is so precious that Calian smiles cautiously.

Plants hasn't come back yet to deal with Arsen's 'external muscles' dressed nicely. That's why Calian was taking care of the two cats who had come to see him instead of Plants and looking at the report on the changes.

- Parlack.

A few sheets of paper hiss as they blow through an open window.

But this time, Lucy didn't even break a kitten. In case two little cats woke up again, it was thanks to the expression of the silent between the cats and the table.

- Parlack. Parlack.

Well done.

Otherwise, the cats would have really woken up.

"You're here earlier than I expected."

The one who was leaning on the ledge for a moment moved comfortably and stepped into the terrace.

His hair shakes in the wind. Calian recalls the salty smell for a moment, as it seemed to be a surging wave.

"Fearless."

Hearing the addition, Eila smiles, sitting across from Calian.

"You've come a little later than I expected."

The clear, watery eyes in the long lashes stare at Kalian.

"Fearless."

Calian's eyes gleam with a gentle smile, as he hears a joyful reply.

"Don't use magic bullets. Cats don't like noisy things."

"I didn't bring it."

"Really?"

"Really. I don't like scars."

She rolls up her sleeves a little. During the battle in Latran territory, Khalian has a long scar on his cut.

"You don't want me to be sorry, do you?"

"If you're sorry for something, you sound like you're sorry."

"If you want me to."

"That's enough."

Eila leans against the couch and asks, dressed in a tight black outfit, as if to fall into darkness.

"Anyway, why did you call me?"

"Trying to kill you."

"No way. You must be curious."

"Why did you come?"

"Trying to kill you."

"You don't like scars."

"Just in case."

"I'm not that bad, Eila."

Callian smiles and answers, placing something slightly on the table. Eila looks at it and says, because it was a pocket full of money.

"I don't do anything for money."

"I think I can give you some answers."

"Hmm · · · · · · · Well. How about that?"

After a brief glance, Aelle shifts her body slightly and holds her pouch in her hand. I heard a squeaking sound, not a coin clash. Eila smiles deeply, without even looking inside.

"It's not money."

"Something better."

I felt it on my hand that there were a bunch of circles and smaller than a coin. Eila gives you a rough idea of what it is.

"Ruby?"

"That was quick. Still."

"Hmm. I wonder why."

After placing more than you can imagine, Eila leans back onto the couch without hesitation. He then tilts his head slightly and looks at Kalian.

"I ask, the prince answers. How about you don't take Ruby instead?"

"If you don't answer, you'll die after the question."

"Prince Charming doesn't look so pretty. Still."

"If they're all pretty, it's not funny."

Eila nods, smiling as if Calian's answer were funny. After that, you lift your finger and point to the pouch Kalian gave you.

"If you get that, if you get any questions, will you send it back?"

"Eila."

After stopping a prank, Calian looks up at Eila with red eyes. And I slowly opened my mouth.

"If you need help, tell me to help you."

"· · · · · · Wow."

She has a small life in her eyes.

"You know I'm on the run."

"I know the man who used to be your master doesn't have a pretty mouth, but I do."

Calian, who just accepted that life, replies peacefully.

Devil is the only one who knows a secret that could be used as a great defeat for Kalian. So if Eila really did run away, if she told Devil her secret, if she's still alive.

I thought I'd run from the Devil, too.

"Tell me the truth, and I'll give you that, too. But you have to help me. What do you think?"

"Tell me who the prince really is, and I'll think about it."

"Is that all you have to think about? It's sad."

"I'm not an easy guy."

"I know."

Kalian nods.

"You have no idea. I was your real owner."

It makes my life stronger.

Callian opens his mouth with a smile that is hard to fathom.

"Don't do it, Ella. I don't want to kill him, still."

The cool breeze blows and cats sleep in the morning.

The calm night deepened.