How to Live as the Enemy Prince

I read one and missed one.

I locked the window during the shower. I just wore a ring and washed it, just in case.

I stared at the ring instead of fighting, and I could see what was going through my mind, like Kiwi, and I locked the window. I closed it very tightly and locked it completely.

"Why are you so curious about that?"

After seeing Kyrie stab me in the heart during a duel, I was fooled by the fact that I was not even a little bit curious about why her servant attacked me, rather than being angry.

He was better now, but he was in such a state that he never had a chance to live. I didn't even expect him to be mad at Kiri for that. Instead, I asked you to take a look at something that was good, so I was curious about the unexpected.

- So what, my name.

After fixing his weak heart, he began to bring up this question again.

For five days, I was very tired of asking what the name means, flashing those dazzling eyes. More stubborn than Lucy trying to catch the rain coming out of the window, but not less.

However, even though I tried to surround myself appropriately, my damn mouth couldn't tell a lie, so I felt like I would be pressed with scissors. I taught him curiosity, but he seems to have learned stubbornness together.

"Where did you learn to do that in the palace?"

I have no idea.

Where did you learn to do that in this shabby palace?

"It's me. It was me. Who else could it be? There's more of me out there. I would have taught you. Yeah, I did."

Calian, who managed his magic lightly, drained the water from his head and put it on by the maids, muttered.

At last, I could see the ring I was about to lose.

However, Kalian shakes his head, shaking his head as he laughed at himself because he was lucky enough to look at what he was trying to do.

"How predictable my brother is."

Then I laughed as I said this.

Having not finished puberty, I had no idea what the peas of Hurricane Nose had planned to do tomorrow, which I had not forgotten the firm decision to never listen to.

So, reading one of Plants' little plans, Khalian opens his mouth to the outside of the door, not realizing that he had missed a grand plan but had missed something.

"Tell them to come in."

"Yes, Prince."

Yan's voice, which was waiting outside, is heard immediately, and the door opens with a quiet voice. And there she comes, dressed a little more comfortably than on the first day.

"Welcome, Eila."

Probably something you like for the same reason as Kalian. He wore black brushed leather trousers and a jacket, which in some ways seemed like a really bad match, but would look better on him.

"Have you been waiting long?"

"A little."

"Sorry. I couldn't get comfortable washing for the people upstairs. Have you had a good rest?"

Eila, who was reminded of the buttery lobster, replied with a light tone.

"Yes, it's been a long time."

"Yes, well done."

After a few light remarks, Jan, who is not even a little curious about who Eila is, comes in and lowers his two glasses of tea and leaves.

After giving and receiving her greetings, Eila glances down at the citrus scent of green tea and doesn't say anything else.

'That's how it was.'

Eila wasn't always so talkative. I've always been a social 'because of my job traits'. So it was a pleasure for Callian to be so quiet now.

"I guess I'm relieved. Seeing as how it's quiet."

Eila sighs and answers, staring at Khalian without answering.

"It takes time to adapt to the things you know about me that are not surprising. Sometimes you look at the prince strangely, understand."

"I understand. A long time ago."

Now, to explain, she was also 'discovered' by Eila.

He remembered Demirea, who promised to live in secret no longer, for a moment, and was able to blame himself for breaking his promise, but he didn't.

Technically, Eila already found out about a year ago. Long before I made a promise to Demirea, it must have been right after Plants found out.

So Callian had already cleared his conscience of Demirea five days ago. He wasn't as guilty as anyone upstairs.

"It took me a long time to adapt to what I changed. So it's okay."

In fact, it's hard to tell if she's adjusted or not, but she's gotten much better than she used to. Anyway, it took Kalian so long to get used to it, but I doubt anyone will notice. Kyrie must have been so overwhelmed that she would just give up everything her inner circle knows about herself.

"Why did you call me?"

"I have something for you. It took a little longer than I thought."

It shows what Kalian, the short answer, put next to the table.

One parchment and one piece of paper.

Eila picks up a piece of paper first, quickly reads a few letters, then gives a short laugh.

"You really know me."

- I.D. 'd the deceased, Ella Verdandy.

After a brief look in Eila's hand with a piece of paper with her real name on it, Calian nods and answers.

"I don't lie."

"Though it's a little offensive to think Evan's dead."

"Don't be so grumpy, I didn't make you feel good."

Literally, it was a death certificate.

It was a document indicating that Eila was identified among the bodies of several tenants who were found with Evan.

"I thought you were an honest prince, but you're not."

"I'm not saying I can't lie with my mouth. I'm not saying I don't know how to lie."

"He didn't take care of that one and tried to put her on death row."

"I'm not the one who hugs needlessly. I am."

"Now I don't know how you think you need to trust me."

"I'm not unfaithful enough to deal with what I consider to be my own."

Eila shuts up and frowns.

He smiled and opened his mouth again because it was clear that he had been reminded of what he had introduced to Veronica as the 'Man of the Three Princes'.

"Don't doubt Veronica. My sword that went to pick you up has brighter ears, so I'm just listening to it."

Eila recalls a tall knight who came a long way after saying that to Veronica. She gives a little strength to her mouth. Thinking that we should reduce the number of words in the future.

"There are no hobbies that invade the privacy of my people, so don't worry and check out what's left."

Kalian pointed to parchment on the table, saying that he still smiled and said something quite narrow about the private life of the people below.

After a brief flinch, Eila pulls out a parchment and unfolds it.

- Eila Bridget.

Eila opens her mouth, seeing the same name as the castle.

"I guess you could just write blue soles."

Kalian smiles as if it's funny with a small sound.

It was because it was a proof of identity that he was a 21-year-old citizen born and raised in the territory of Whitlin, which belonged to Calian.

"Even if you're dead, I don't trust the king of Cecritia. I'm never gonna believe you unless you put your body in front of me. It's better to just say you're my person. Don't mess with me."

"If that's what you think, then the last name isn't."

Eila, who was asking questions, puts the horse back.

"You don't have to keep using the castle the king of Cecretia built."

"Yes, I understand."

Seeing the three princes who knew nothing, Aelle took a short sigh and asked.

"What are we going to do now?"

"I won't be there for a while. I've already told my master. Stay in the royal palace. And while you're at it, I have someone to escort you. I used to have escorts, but I guess I've been too busy lately."

Kalian smiles round, remembering the face he once looked at, liking Eila's white book.

"When I get back, I'm going to let you keep doing what you were supposed to do instead of escorting, so I'm thinking about who to call, what I need."

"You mean the tax collector?"

"Information, not tax writings. I don't want to hear rumors, I want to know the right information, not waste the right people, but in a more efficient way."

Eila narrows her eyes and opens her mouth, understanding that she intends to let someone escort her back while Calian is away.

"Let me ask you a question."

Kalian nods.

"You didn't ask me what happened in Cecretia, what King Cecretia had done, or if I had any other information. I was wondering why you didn't ask."

"King Cechrystia's bird is dead. What am I supposed to ask you? I don't know."

"· · · · · · Do you believe me and treat me like this without asking anything?"

"If I didn't believe you, I would have died on my porch. Not just anyone can step on it."

Then he looked out the window and spoke with his hands pointing somewhere.

"And I'm not like anyone else in Sacritia, so I don't suspect anyone else."

Eila disappears, who has been plagued by suspicious people. I thought it was the most likable sound I've ever heard.

"Okay, who do I need to escort?"

With a nod, Calian's face reminds me of a soft smile that has never been seen before.

Calian looks down at the cup with a smile for a while.

"A person who is the reason for my life."

like a lamp that has been turned on so that you don't forget that you have to live your life.

Thinking about Hina.

* * *

The conversation is over and Eila is out.

The moon is tilting, the sun is rising.

It was morning.

"Prince! You've been up all night again? Why didn't you close the window?"

Anyan nagged again for a long time because he sat on the couch with his window open so that the wind was suddenly heavy.

Kalian didn't tell me not to worry, because the winter breeze in the Great Desert is not cold at all. I didn't even say it felt good because it was like a sea breeze.

"What if you catch a cold?"

"Sorry. I forgot to close the window."

"Do you really want to keep your eyes on the prize?"

I just calmly, hurriedly brought a blanket, wrapped it around my body, and laughed at Jan, nagging at me that I couldn't leave her alone.

I didn't mean to, but Jan canceled the whole morning.

"A new addition to the White March with the late Grey Bricen will be coming to say hello after lunch, so get some sleep until then. I don't know how you rot."

Callian laughs again, bringing him a lemon honey tea to say it's hot rather than warm.

"Don't smile, it's not pretty at all."

Callian nods without saying, "It can't be pretty." Then I looked up at Jan for a long time and opened my mouth.

"Sorry."

I apologized because I was going to try to run away again without Yan being able to take my eyes off it.

I closed my eyes for a little while, had lunch with Le Maine for a long time, and met a new change bag. I ran to Alan and told him again what I wanted him to do while he was away. I met Kyrie and asked her to give me one more look at Plants' sword training.

Then another day passed and it became night.

After letting Jann go to bed early and opening the safe, Callian takes out a large amount of money and puts it in his pocket, just the size of a handbag he borrowed from Alan. After that, you jump out the window without a sound.

I was going to Siegfried anyway, and I didn't intend to stay outside for long, so I didn't have to pack anything. He says he's tired and doesn't eat dinner, but the fourth floor is already out.

"Looks like you've got a lot on your plate."

With a big smile, Khalian mutters to the stable.

- Tak, Tak!

Raven rolls his feet in greetings.

How many times have I met you since you got hurt, but you still can't get over it. Raven thunders, bringing my forehead to Calian's belly.

"It's all better. It's okay."

When Calian, who stroked Raven like that, sneezed and climbed into the saddle, Raven, as usual, sped toward the palace gate. Raven now knows that we have to move fast enough to get out of the palace before the knights come after us.

- Dag, Dag, Dag, Dag!

As soon as I got past the front gate and reached the square, Raven stopped when the pursuers turned around. I didn't slow down, I just stopped.

"· · · · · · · Hmm."

It was because Khalian faced the unexpected, and it was a disquieting voice for a long time.

I believed too much because there was no suspicious hobby.

There was no doubt about it.

I noticed ten wizards dressed exactly like the pink-haired wizard in white robes. I see thirty knights in white uniforms. Next to him stood a servant with a colored head.

"Meow!"

"Meow!"

Two cats in the acolyte's arms wept beautifully.

"I'm here to see you off, Prince Kalian. Don't worry, Lucy and Anne are out."

Raric smiles beautifully, answering unspoken questions filled with red eyes.

And...

"Looks like my brother forgot his order."

"What order are you referring to?"

"Negotiate first, threaten later."

"· · · · · · · · Brother."

Don't just threaten me by going to the Sodmaster. Go to the Third Prince, Khalian, carrying the Deputy Commander of the Balkans.

Under the moonlight, a dazzling white uniform rests on a silver and unnamed horse. The autumn wind blows, and the white cloak splits in splendid splendor.

"The only brother left his name nowhere. I have something I need to take with me."

Peas, who came to visit the Elves with their blood and accompany their brother on his short journey, lift one lip. A low voice pierces Calian's ear.

"Maybe it's the deputy commander title of the Balkans."

My brother, who holds no power in his hands, wants to go off on his own again. The big brother in power has to go after him.

"Ahh · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Callian raises his hand, looking at those plants for a long time.

Under the black hood, the red lips hidden under the palm of your hand open, whispering.

"Where the hell did you learn to do that?"

It's me.

It was me. Who else could it be? There's more of me out there. I would have taught you. Yeah, I did.

Ah · · · · · ·.

Oh, my God.