How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Narjan is an Elf.

So even if Callian introduced himself, it didn't matter. Of course, Kalian knew about it, so he told Elder Ger his name. However, he did not mention it this time.

The problem was that Narjan was not just an Elf.

I asked him who he was and asked him who he was, so he didn't answer wrong, but he was the commander of all the Elves. A blacksmith whom even Remain had not yet met.

Kalian raises his head in front of Narjan, the commander. He looks down at Narjan and says something similar to what Plants said to Arsen.

- Cairys is a madman.

That's what it sounded like in Plants' ears. Maybe it's hard to find someone as crazy as Callian all over the continent, not Cairys, but it sounds like this.

Narjan's razor-sharp eyes, which appear to be deep silver, close for a moment and float.

Soon, Narjan's head turned to the side. That's why I thought it would be better to talk to the second prince who seemed more calm than the third prince who didn't seem to be able to speak clearly.

"Who are you?"

Plants sighs silently and lowers his cup.

Plants speaks calmly on behalf of his mad brother, who is now disputing with the Elven Elder.

"Deputy Commander Balkan."

- That's his brother.

It was sort of like this.

Kalyan smiles as he sees the strength in Narjan's hands, holding the handle of the couch.

"Talk to me. My brother is so shy."

"You're just as rude."

Kalian stares at Narjan without adding another word to his reaction. When no answer came back, Narjan said again.

"I remember what your country's king did to us. I forgot all about that day and respected the visit suddenly, but why do I have this attitude? That's why you're thinking of moving your home to another country."

"We need to figure out why it happened before we tell them we forgot what happened. Why think what you want and forget what you want."

Calian gestures at the floor, his hands moving.

"The elves you have to take care of are wrong first. It sounds like we did a very bad thing, except that you treated us like that when we were about to get over it. I'm angry because I didn't come to the Royal Palace at the festival, but I don't want to apologize for the baptism the Elders made of me, so if I wanted to just pretend to be the underdog who went through something unfair at ease, I should have acted like that."

Kalian smiles impeccably.

With him, the long finger moves slowly toward the ground and grabs the tip of the cup. As the clear sound subsides for a moment, a cool voice continues.

"Who are you asking for my name?"

Narjan closes his eyes again and opens his eyes.

You don't seem to be able to figure out what to do, so Kalian adds an explanation. If I said it correctly, I kept blaming him.

"You said the Elves were weak. I volunteered to be the acronym and asked for my name. And then he's gonna pretend he forgot what he did wrong before, and then he's gonna leave it all to us. Then I'll be mad. I won't be mad."

"I didn't think you'd come all this way to get an apology."

"I thought if I came all this way, I'd apologize first."

"I thought you were here to negotiate with Cecritia."

"I'm here to negotiate, but I don't think that's necessary."

"Why do I think I don't need it?"

"We had a chance to negotiate. I kicked him on my feet."

Narjan shuts up for a moment, and Calian's words continue.

"I came here to talk and reconcile quietly about what's wrong, but I didn't want to come."

Plants raises a cup of tea.

I closed my eyes and focused on the peach and apple aromas from the green tea for a moment.

'Am I remembering wrong?'

Since the beginning, Calian seems to have been quiet and didn't want to reconcile. But Kalian is a terrible liar. That's why I'm worried.

For my brother, "silent talk" is a knife in silence, and "reconciliation" is a generous act, or something.

When I told him to get rid of his prejudice, Calian's story continued while I was wondering if I should learn my brother's way of thinking, or if I should filter out properly and grow up to be a good and proper adult.

"Do you want to look down at me from a high place, make eye contact with me and talk to me, or do you want to squeeze under my feet? Do one thing. All three are greed. I'm confused as to which side to deal with if I mix as much as I feel comfortable."

If you want to take pride, do not pretend to be weak. If you want to negotiate equally, you must apologize without turning away. If you want to pretend to be weaker than Cairus, you must not ask his name.

Narjan smiles.

At first, you hear a small laugh, and then a little bit louder. Eventually, the man in front laughs loudly enough to confuse himself with either Narjan, the chief of the Elves, or Slayman, Siegfried.

"The king of Cecritia said the same thing about you. It's a curiosity.They look a lot like each other."

And he said,

Callian smiles silently and Plants opens his eyes.

- Bloop.

The teacup tilts.

The white clothes turned green.

* * *

It's a habit around here. I couldn't say it was a mistake anymore.

Arsen, who trained by Earl Aefren and fought with the knights sent to Balkans by Demirea, broke the sword again. I don't mind studying it alone, but I will refrain from breaking the sword during the duel.

"I'm sorry, Ser Bern."

And Hina was scolded.

I broke the sword, but there was no reason for Hina to be angry. A fragment of the sword, which had been blown away by the mountain and flew to the four winds, was plunged into the back of the arm of an innocent knight standing far away from Arsen's shield. It's a good thing I didn't get stuck in my head or heart.

Thanks to this, Arsena was scolded by Hina before she had the pleasure of successfully breaking the steel sword against the shield. Lucy and Anne were scolded all the way from the Oval Office running around Udda to the Treatment Room.

"I'm fine. Don't be so angry, healer."

The knight with the slightly bored face said, "It's because of the iron blood on my arm, or because I'm a little surprised."

After a short breath, Hina gives the knight a glass of sparkling water at the end of her treatment, and sends him one more heartfelt apology and then goes back to clean up after him.

- I'll fix it. Don't worry about it.

Hina places her hand on the knight's arm. The knight's arm was surrounded by a golden light, like a spring sun, that blooms more than the midsummer sun.

After a long time, the bleeding stopped completely and the wound healed a little. The healing speed was significantly slower compared to the two because they were not those who had the power of blessing, such as Calian or Plants.

- We need to get you fixed up in a few days. Until then, I'll tell them not to train, not to receive.

The knight bows his head and greets Veronica for the medicine she made a while ago.

"Yes, healer. Thank you."

Relief that it was almost a disaster, but it was alive well. I'm proud that I'm a healer now. Excited to be able to boast about how warm it felt to be treated.

That is why the knight did not see the coming shadow. When I walked into the corner around the hallway where the treatment room was, just feeling inspired.

- Boom!

Someone grabs his arm behind his back and pushes it against the wall.

It was my injured arm that caught me, so I habitually endured the screaming without knowing it.

Instead, a sharp dagger protrudes from the sleeve of the unbound arm. The knight swings his dagger, shifting position with the opposing team, leaving his captured arm intact. You hear a bad sound from your broken arm, but you ignore it, too.

- Qasim!

The opponent who attacked the knight dodges the attack with a flexible move. A dagger strikes the wall, striking the air, losing its target. The knight lays his dagger and reaches for the opponent.

The target dodges a fast-flying fist and lowers its body.

He stretched his long legs lightly on the ground and twisted the knight's ankle.

- Phew!

- Bang!

"Ugh!"

With the shock of a broken ankle, the knight's body suddenly lost focus. Once more, the opposing team does not miss, kicks the knight in the ankle and knocks him to the ground.

The oppressed opponent presses both wrists and waists with his knees, grabbing the knight's head and whipping it up. The knight opened his eyes when he felt something touching his neck that gave him a good feeling.

A beautiful head accessory aiming at the neck catches my eye. It was almost simultaneous when the blue sea hair flowed down.

"There's a bird."

A cold voice reached the knight's ear.

"Oh, say hello to each other. He's just a warthog, and the warthog leaks, so he's a bird, but he's not the bird you think he is. Don't worry. He is a diligent friend who is well trained. Just leave him and get to know each other. '

Arsen came back and solved the misunderstanding that the two of them might recognize each other just before Eila's daughter dug the knight's throat, and just before the knight chewed the poison in her mouth.

- On the stairs, rolling?

It was only a moment later that Hina saw the knight who had been brought back from the winds rolling down the stairs while running around with excitement after being treated for an injured arm.

- How do you roll it, elbow, shoulder, dislocation, ankle, fracture?

Birds don't know each other's faces, but Eila was not a normal bird, and because Kalyan, the owner of Eila, wasn't careful enough to say, 'There's one former coworker in the place where you work,' a small incident ended in peace, leaving a heavy casualty behind.

* * *

At night, the Mother Tree gave a subtle light.

The sand in the middle of the night was glittering like fine glass powder.

It's the same ocean, but eventually it's all mixed up somewhere. It was a little different, so I felt more unfamiliar than the beautiful sea at night.

"You're here again."

While the Elf healer, who received the words of the Elder, healed Siona, Kalian was by Siona's side. I didn't trust the Elves completely, so I stayed by their side and waited for the treatment to end.

Time ran out because the wound was deeper than I thought. On the way back to the building where the group stayed, you meet Needlen, who was embarrassed.

The X.O. is gone. '

When?

'I just found out. I'm sorry you don't have the stomach for this.'

I heard Plants seems to have jumped out of the window of the room escorted by the men of Balkans, hoping to fix the habit inside.

It was obvious where the peas had gone, so I thought I'd just let it go.

"If you talk and come out the door, there's no one to stop you."

Eventually, I came to him and said,

Plants, who was still standing in front of the waves, looked down quietly as the white foam slightly wet its toes instead of answering.

The wind is thinner than yesterday, and the sound of the waves calming together continues to leave.

"I don't want to bother you. Hold on."

"Even if you come out for a while, it's better to let them know. It's even more depressing when you know later."

"Got it."

Kalian looks down at Plants' knees. I remembered the white clothes that were soaked in the green car that I spilled with my hands.

The laughter of Kalian stopped, and the rest of the "negotiations" with the elder were postponed safely to tomorrow.

"Are you all right?"

"It's okay."

Even with the words of the Elder, their healing was granted only to the same elf, Siona. I couldn't even think of asking for Dane's wounds to be fixed in the tea. I couldn't even ask you to do it, but I couldn't ask you not to fix Devil's disease while I was repairing Plants' burns.

Since I have the power of blessing, I would be really fine if I said okay. It wasn't even boiling water.

"Yes."

That's why Callian didn't say anything more to worry about and didn't ask why.

"If you keep waiting here, you won't hear me. There are a lot of rocks around here, so whales that big don't come here."

Even if he did come, he didn't say he couldn't hear the whale crying here with normal hearing. Callian also knew that it wasn't like that because he didn't know.

"I didn't ask you to listen to that."

After seeing the long horizon with the moonlight dimmed, Plants has not responded for a while. Plants opens his mouth for a long time, wondering if you can see a large beast coming up for a breath or if it's not near.

"Forgiveness, I know."

Callian looks at Plants, who was about to say goodbye.

Plants looks down at his white clothes without looking over at Calian's side. I erased it several times with the grass and finally the white clothes. Even if I spilled green tea myself, the white clothes will eventually be erased.

"I don't want to. I don't want to forget. I don't know why your brother wants to take it for you, but it's my job, not yours. So stop trying so hard to bury yourself with too much attention."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Callian opens his eyes.

I looked down at the white foam of the retreating waves as it soaked the tip of my foot.

Plants turns his head. I saw a black and red face with clear green eyes.

"I told Brother Randall that you're both greedy, but today he says the same thing. You seem to be very confused to have the same wand on your person."

Kalian doesn't answer.

Plants continued to speak.

"To think I should live as Callian and not have the power to blame and insult me. Living as my brother, having to look at me with the eyes of someone other than my brother. Forget what you think greed is for both of us. Make yourself at home. You can do that."

"· · · · · · · With what authority do you grant it."

"Because I'm your brother."

You hear a sigh of laughter from Calian's mouth.

- Oh, my God!

Calian's hand grips Plants' collar.

Eventually, I burst an unbearable grudge.