How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Time for the red to land in the world.

Chase, who was covered in sunlight all around, stood at the gates of the castle with a soft smile.

"I'm relieved to see you've made it."

"I don't know if I'm being stubborn enough to add to Cesar's worries."

The one who answered Chase's greeting reached out his right hand. The long sleeves of a black silk dress wiggle with ease. Chase grabs her by the hand and brings her inside, a rich dress with black lace and floral embellishment squeals.

Immediately, the two began walking slowly down the road to the royal palace, biting away those who followed them. The aroma from the flower garden, which is widely decorated on both sides, and the sound of water coming from a beautiful fountain, were replacing their conversation.

"You're feeling better."

like a fragrant breeze, or like a stream of running water. Chase's voice echoes the silence of this moment. With a question like that, the sky blue eyes, which had been concealed by hair ornaments and a black veil, turned towards the ground.

"Should I get better or deeper? It's not a real estimate."

With that, you hear a long sigh.

Chase turns his head and asks in a loud voice.

"You still miss her that much."

"There was only one man who could open his heart to this palace. After all of a sudden, he's gone, and after a few years, it still reminds me of this."

"Your mother would have loved it. My mother never forgets."

After spending a month in a villa at the tomb of the deceased Queen Deanna, Louise, the concubine, smiles lonelily. Chase loosens his grip and places it on his arm. I pulled my mother a little closer and opened my mouth again.

"Nothing makes me happier than someone who remembers someone who left."

Queen Deanna, the mother of Bern.

And Chase's mother's concubine Louis.

In the past, they were the same mother to Bern and Chase. For them, brothers were the same son. The two mothers raised the brothers so that they could not be mistaken by the throne, and the brothers grew up the way they wanted. The friendship and trust of each other were deep enough that Diana had asked Luiz to speak with Bern before she died.

There was no Bern in this life, but the relationship was the same. After Deanna died, leaving Chase as his only son instead of Bern, Louise would sometimes go to the villa next to Deanna like this.

"So I'm sure your mother would be happy."

"I wish I could tell you."

Like Chase's blue-haired hair, Louis' blonde hair is red in the sunset. Louise opens her mouth to Chase, who was gazing at the red and black dresses without a word.

"I heard about Marquis Lynn just before I got here. But the palace is quiet without thinking about it. I don't know if I heard wrong."

"No, they were arrested. They are careful not to cause a commotion."

"Please take care not to go through hardship. I'm worried about Arianne."

"I will."

After the conversation, Louise pauses and takes a step toward the garden. Chase, who had his arms around him, naturally followed the path together.

The sun-colored red Begonia blossoms into a colony. Lewis bends his knee, pulling out the hand that was placed on Chase's arm, and sweeps it over the flock with his bare hands and opens his mouth quietly.

"Your Majesty, you're still here."

Chase, who was silent for a while, lowers his eyes and replies.

"Yes, I still am. No disease, no progress."

"Last time I heard, you bit the pill that Cesar sent you. Before leaving the royal palace this time, he also told me not to add the scent of sleep that I always prepared again · · · · · ·. If the sickness is intact, you'll feel worse around it now."

"So I suggest you avoid the poison as soon as possible. You may no longer want to look good to your mother."

Louise opens her mouth a little louder. I still left my gaze and my hands on the flowers.

"If Marquis Lynn is caught, there's a chance that Tensyl's healers will come for him."

"Yes. His Majesty will try to get his hands on it first."

Chase looks at Louis, slowly nodding his head.

"That's why I'm going to stop what the healers were trying to do."

"Are you saying you want to bring a healer into the palace?"

"No, Mother. I intend to show clear position and publicize it in front of the nobles. I wonder why you would continue to bring Tensyl's healer into the realm of Cecretia, where all the nobles are, and ask for answers."

Louise's hands pause.

"· · · · · · Don't."

Louise raises her head and looks up at Chase.

"I'm worried that Cesar might get hurt if I take that story out on the water."

"Then the nobles will know. Your health and that you don't see me as your son."

"Everyone already knows that. You don't have to show up."

"It's different from hearing it with your ears and seeing it with your eyes. You have to be sure of the rumors so that the nobles will look up."

Louise reaches out and brings it to Chase's cheek.

Luise, who was warmly touching Chase's cold face for a while, lowers her hand. Then he grabs Chase's hand again and pulls out his lips a few times.

"Soon after coming to this palace, my mother and brother were in an accident. Now that you have turned your back on the world, all that remains of my family is the count of three."

"· · · · · · · · I know."

"Please be careful."

Chase quietly extends his arms and hugs Louis tightly. Then, he slowly patted his small back and preached the answer.

"Don't worry, Mother."

The fragrance of the Begonian flows like waves.

* * *

I was good at dealing with people.

I didn't really know the inside of it, but I was good at knowing and handling the idea. Depending on whether you should press down or respect or be considerate, your expression, eyes, voice, and mood have completely changed.

Callian always did.

No matter who I put in front of, I never lost my time.

"It's nothing."

Sometimes, there was one person who made me completely oblivious to that relaxation, but fortunately, this time, I did not panic or panic.

"When you use magic, you'll be able to jab and expand."

Calian looks up at the crowd of blue silver stars that are pouring in, and opens his mouth with a particularly slow tone.

"When you work your magic, you jab, jab, and go in."

"Hey."

You're my little brother.

Plants with a letter like this in his mouth looked down at Kalian, who was about to get up from his seat.

"Sir, what are you doing again?"

"If you notice anyway, you're just asking me to teach you."

"Sir."

"Why."

Calian grins and points to the length of Plants' wrist.

"Chan was the one who noticed, and I want you to explain yourself. Why is that shiny thing in there on your wrist?"

"Half past."

"What, that."

"Manners."

"Answer, sir."

I'm stuck.

My goodness, the Vice Commander, the Prince, told me I couldn't run anymore with his face saying I was going to catch a man, so I finally couldn't do anything more, so I told him to go play. After that, I moved my feet to go back first.

When the jerky that I ate on lunch day exploded in my stomach, I skipped dinner and passed by my brother who was sitting on the beach.

Yeah, back then. Just in time. Until then.

The bracelet you hid in your sleeve glows. Chase talks. Just, just then.

You can feel the flow of Mana and see a very familiar light leaking out of Plants' sleeves in Calian's eyes. Thanks to you.

"I understood that you were no longer frustrated when you came out, but I was surprised that you had fixed your sleeveless habits."

Calian smiles, touching the button on his neck that is well packed.

"There was another reason for that."

The light that was hovering around the bracelet disappeared quickly.

It means it's not urgent. Plants didn't answer right away, which means he stopped contacting them. And now that Callian is asking Plants for an explanation, it's obvious who has the ring attached to the bracelet. If it was urgent in the first place, Calian knows he was the one who contacted Kalian, not Plants.

That's why Callian was relaxing with Plants.

"You're doing a little collecting now, so you can do it yourself. I told you how to do it."

Yap, yap, yap.

Plants frowns at Calian, looking up at him with a still grim face.

"Don't bark."

"When did you make this? Did you send it here the day we left?"

Anyway, I got caught thanks to that guy and his old brother who was good at getting caught. Plants, filled with frustration, takes a step back, ignoring Khalian's words.

"I'll contact the pink-haired wizard next door, and he'll tell me how to put some magic in it." "

"Sir."

"Why."

Whether or not the pink-haired wizard eats the salt in it.

I don't know about that, but I don't think Nedlen should know about that. That's why Calian opened his mouth when he called for Plants.

"I'll let you know."

I'm losing.

I'm not losing. I'm losing. I said I'd help you, and I asked you to help me, so I lost.

"I don't want you to hide anything from me about what happened to Cecretia, but it's going to be difficult."

"Okay."

Shortly after a short sigh, Khalian nods, pointing to the other side, and Plants sits there.

"Excuse me for a moment."

First, Calian, a well-informed man, puts his fingertips on Plants' bracelet. and began to explain what Plants was curious about.

You feel the warm wind of Kalian's magic wrapping around Plants' arms. You can feel Calian's magic moving together in a sequence of words, including how to use magic to energize objects from where they are stored.

After a long explanation, Calian takes his hands off and speaks.

"Tell me if you can't do it alone. Let me help you."

"Got it."

Plants takes a moment to look into Calian's eyes and opens his mouth.

"That's not the same as with a sword. You said the same magic."

Plants' eyes point to the tip of Calian's hand.

Khalian nods, understanding the meaning.

"Yes. I use the same magic, and I use different energies. Maybe it's because I'm different when I'm learning magic and error, but I don't really know."

Old Kalian magic.

And Bern's.

When you use magic, you feel warm and incompatible with the current Khalian. And Orr had a dark red glow because he had changed all of the old Kalian in Bern's way. The energy alone was like a cruel blade. The difference between the two was dramatic.

"Yes."

"Learning magic is fun."

Suddenly, Calian asked the question and Plants raised his head.

"Not really."

"So you're not going to learn anything other than magic from cat hair?"

"I don't learn."

"I can ask why you won't learn."

"I didn't think it was necessary."

Calian looks at those plants and realizes he finally understood something.

It's because I thought of it.

Why that perverted brother wanted to learn magic.

"So you want to continue learning about the sword?"

"· · · · · · · Little Duke said. The black is heavy."

Weight that holds you accountable for many things.

After all, I liked the weight that caused the plant to stick its feet.

Now that Kalian looks like he's put his feet on the ground, he probably doesn't need to learn any more magic, but it also means he wants to keep learning the sword.

"Yes. I'll tell you all about shearing cats, and I'll keep teaching you swords."

"Got it."

Let any wind keep you going.

To take on a lot of responsibility and protect myself.

The sky shines like a scattered cartoon of blue silver. A dark night of starlight.

- Daughter.

When Callian wakes up from his job after finishing his conversation and teaching him. At the end of the sand, you hear a familiar sound.

After eating wild chicken alone from the forest, Siona approached them with a unique light walk.

"The Elder wants to see you now."

Then he relays the words of the elder to Calian.

I couldn't help but agree to meet with Siona, who is neither Needlehn nor the knight, to conclude the negotiation tomorrow. Why are we bringing her back at this time?

"Now?"

Seeing KaIian's face full of such questions, Siona adds an explanation.

"Mother's tree wants to see you."

Plants narrows his eyes.

Khalian smiles slightly, understanding why "Elf" Siona, not a member of the Balkans, had to deliver the message.

"I thought you'd be less curious because you're a tree. A little late for that."

Even the Sispanians, a prince of extraordinary stature, looked at the Mother Tree of Elves from afar and said,

"I'm not an Elf."

He's not an Elf, he's a man behind the scenes.

"Tomorrow morning. I'm coming."

He replied that he would not do as he was told.

Siona nods with a funny face.