How to Live as the Enemy Prince

It didn't matter.

Kalian came out of the city of Elves and smashed the rocks that were intact, probably to see how strong this sword would withstand error. I also understood that I would have noticed that my error had changed color.

But it didn't matter.

It didn't matter how good the sword was. It had nothing to do with it.

"Cinna · · · · · · · · · · ·."

A sword of light that is neither a serene silver nor a serene blue.

- Don't leave it anywhere. This time.

It was not a familiar sight.

Nevertheless, I could tell.

A world of flames at the end of a wizard's hand and blades at the end of a knight's hand.

To go back in time, erase the existence of the one who had lived and breathed and move his soul elsewhere. A world that prevents its name from being passed on, yes.

Possibly.

Before falling into a star dung.

Even before the speed burns out.

"That must really be my sword."

A piece of a star, really.

I've looked into it, and I don't know what it matters.

"As expected, sir."

In short, positive words, Kalian gives a small smile and adds an answer.

"Yes. This is the sword my brother carried."

Plants stares at Calian for a long time.

Kalian laughs without saying a word.

"· · · · · · · You."

Calian has never called Plants that way in the past. One way or another, I tried to see Plants and called him that.

But not now.

Smart Plants understood that, too.

Even if you were to wreak havoc on the beach, it would be the work of Kalian and Plants now. Even if I consider Plants to be my real brother, it has nothing to do with the past. But Kalian called the old Plants what they are now. Bring me a Star Sword engraved with the name of the Plants at the time.

That's why Plants understood.

"Well put up with it."

You must have seen it.

See the nightmares of the day in front of your eyes, face the plants of the day, and decide what to do with the plants of the day. I took another drink, and I brought the sword that Plants had with me, and I returned it like this.

That's why he's smiling like that.

If you'd seen Plants that day, you'd have seen the King that day.

"Yes, I said hello. To me."

To Bern.

To the old Khalian.

A long sigh comes out of Plants' mouth, staring at Calian.

"So if someday you are going to."

"I understand."

"Yes."

From the beginning, Plants did not look at himself differently from the day he could not remember.

It was Calian who tried to separate the two.

I couldn't blame Plants for that. I don't want to complain.

But now Calian has told Plants that he changed his mind a little bit. Even if one day Plants finds his memories, he won't see them differently than now. If such a day comes, tell him not to hide it.

Plants cut Kalian off, understanding that he had told her what he had been going through to say that. Isn't it a story you don't have to listen to?

"You've endured it well, my brother, if only you could just burn it as long as you wanted."

"I heard Sir Tesman explain, but I had no idea how to light the crystal, so I did nothing. My master is the wind."

"The blue-haired wizard's main ingredient is ice."

A small laugh erupts from Calian's mouth.

Khalian nods in silence.

"I don't understand it because I don't like it, but I know why I did it. It was nice to see you like that. So I just came out nice and quiet."

There are a lot of teas that smell good and taste good, but there are also times when you give a medicine that is only used without fragrance.

Callian did that to Plants.

Just like Plants did to Callian.

"Okay."

The Sispanian who prayed for death and comforted the man who said he was afraid of being forgotten remembers.

Plants, who couldn't help but decide whether to insult or compliment Mother's tree, who had taught him how to say good-bye to the last crock he left behind, nodded only.

"I'm not leaving. This time."

I made you a promise.

"Yes."

Kalian smiles again.

It was better to know that there was a place where birds cried and the wind blew and clouds floated in the sky, where there was no one under their feet and a red star above their head than the familiar path in their mind.

* * *

First time.

A life opens its eyes.

Pure life on its own helped the first green roots descend on this earth.

A tree that I shared my life with grew, but I took branches and spread leaves. It became the source of all life to live.

The tree became large, strong, and had an intact will. I learned about what was happening on this earth.

- I saw you.

I left everything to watch over the course of time.

- And I just tuned in.

I remember going back in time.

I saw a lot and didn't forget everything.

I did not disobey. I watched as it flowed.

- But you.

* * *

"So."

Plants opened his mouth a long time later.

"Why did you call me?"

The inscription on the sword on your knee. Plants, who had still put his hand on the black handwriting that had been handed down by the person who had not given him a name, asked.

"I didn't tell her why the tree called me, and I didn't have any special conversations."

"I mean, not a special conversation. What is it?"

"It's not a big deal."

Plants' mouth rises at the back of his mouth as he sees Kalian trying to hide something else.

"· · · · · · · No matter how busy the prince of Cecretia is, he can tell you a word in the old language."

Oh, come on.

You're like a wild goose chaser.

After fixing the weakened heart, Calian looks at Plants, who threatens to tell Chase his name instead of his heart, with a very complicated face.

"I'm not telling you that because I'm thinking about you."

"Whatever."

"And why do you only talk longer when you say that?"

"I need it."

"Why are you usually so short?"

"I understand. You."

I misplaced it.

I got the habit completely wrong.

"So, what?"

My big brother, I raised him like that, so no one can blame him. He's the only one who can listen to this complaint. He's just a loving brother sitting there. He can't say anything else but rot inside me. It's all because of me. No, what can I do?

"Should I say please, or should I say advice? I heard one of those words."

Tell me what to do.

"Say something."

Immediately, Calian opened his mouth again, recalling Mother's words from the tree as he held her sword in his hand.

- But you. This time, whatever you find out.

"No matter what I learned, I didn't have to adapt."

Saying you don't have to.

He gave Plants a confident voice to Kalian, who was worried about what the Mother Tree might have to say.

"I'm not worried."

"· · · · · · Why not?"

"They say they may not conform. It doesn't matter."

If you don't listen to me, Calian is missing the answer from Plants who are doing really well.

"Well, that's true."

"Something else."

"There was no other word. except to open the way to Bridget Forest."

"Yes."

After the story, Kalian nods.

You point to Plants' sword and say something else.

"Demirea has Evan's sword. I think it would be better if you changed your sword a bit like that one."

He changed the shape of his two swords and asked if he could usually handle them with one sword and use them as two vertical blades when needed.

Sharpening a finished sword won't be easy, but since we already know someone who can do it well enough, it shouldn't be a big problem.

"You don't have to hide what it is with two swords, but the one fitted to that shape is Bricen's. It's better if you carry it with you."

At that point, Plants looks down at the sword for a moment.

"I'd like to keep it."

The name of the sword, I don't know exactly what Plants had in mind in the past, but I can assess it. That's what it says on the blade.

If you shear the sword, half the letters will disappear.

That's why I didn't want to do it.

"I write well. I'll re-engrave the erased part."

Callian smiles and says,

I'll write down what will be removed from the Blue Sword on the Silent Sword.

After hearing that, Plants nodded, looking at the writing quietly.

"Got it."

Half of this name belongs to Callian anyway.

* * *

The wind blows.

The scent of grass is full, and two horses step on the floor.

The wind has changed.

I felt the salt of the sea and the sound of two horses treading on the floor was still there.

You have returned to the city of Elves.

"You have to give me a name."

Calian opens his mouth, looking at the giant Mother Tree from afar again. He then said, pointing to the blue sword he was supposed to hold in place of the plant for a while.

"Your sword has a name, your cat has a name, and your brother's horse has a name."

Plants closes his eyes slightly.

I want to say something, but I have to endure it.

Instead, Hina's words mean something that Hina would wish for most of her hand-carried names. I wanted to say something like "black to that great horse," or "big crow," or something like that.

Raven lets out a purr.

I don't know if I like the name now or not, but I think he was answering Calian roughly.

"I wouldn't have built it anyway. Even then."

"Do you think so?"

"I didn't think it meant anything to me."

With Plants' personality, I thought I would have ridden that raven in the past. However, I thought that I would not give him a name until the end. He knew best that he wasn't the kind of person who would take it with him.

"But it's not the same as before. Don't you have to have a name to travel with us to a faraway place?"

"· · · · · · Somewhere far away."

Once upon a time, he would have tried to take me to the tower, but now he isn't. So this time, I only looked at Kalian with my eyes as to what he was up to.

Instead of answering, Kalian gives you another whimsical comment.

"Brother, have you ever seen me come across a real sword? Not the sword I made."

"Nothing."

"Then, sir, have you ever seen me smash rocks with an error?"

"Nothing."

Kalian makes a dagger with his beautiful eyes. And you throw it toward a rock the size of a wagon wheel, just off the road.

"I don't like the noise."

- Crisp.

It sounds smaller than Raven blushing.

You hear the sound of a ball of dry sand crumbling.

Instead, the rocks scatter to the ground, just as you saw in the valley a moment ago. The same sound as before did not erupt at all.

"The color of my visit changed when I looked around for a new sword, but I didn't know how much the sword from my mother's tree was robbing me. However, I couldn't swing my sword around in the Elven City, so I went outside to cut down some trees, and someone was waiting for me."

"Is this the bird of Cecretia?"

"Yes. But was it really me or was it intentional? I'm not sure yet. Anyway, he immediately went into hiding and pretended he didn't know. And as I was leaving, I thought, well, I'd like to show that bird something."

I couldn't think of anything else until I heard this.

My brother is a terrible man who doesn't get one thing at a time.

Instead of waiting for the obvious Plants to come out to look for Calian or coming back to pick him up, I just call him back to where he was. I even caught a glimpse of a bird waiting for Calian to come out of the Elven City.

It means you smashed a huge rock once.

"I was going to show you something."

"A way to trick the Devil."

Calian turns his head toward the approaching Mother tree and opens his mouth.

Plants nods slightly as if to keep talking.

"It suddenly occurred to me that my altered error color resembles that of Xeon. The color of the power they use is blurrier, but on a bright day like this, I was thinking, well, maybe I can trick Devilan into thinking that it has something to do with Xeon."

Callian in the valley in front of Plants.

A transparent red light that could be thought to be quite similar to what they used to be.

"Why not?"

"I just wanted to distract Devil for a second. To Xeon."

Plants does not answer, and Calian speaks.

"Devilan will never come here until he knows I'm here. Calling me and Hina as an excuse to make a treaty with the Elves was a letter from you, so I can't come here without you knowing it's not safe. Meanwhile, Brother Chase will try to let the nobles know that Devil is sick. That's the only way to keep Mr. Chase's position safe right now."

"Of course."

He notices that the title for Chase has changed, but Plants doesn't say much.

"But that's not all the Devil I know. And if it's that crowded, Devil will do exactly what he did to me."

After saying this immediately, it is right to say that you did not see anything rather than saying that you did not have a good reaction.

"Are you saying you want to catch a weakness?"

Weaknesses.

You never once told me what Bern lived for, but Plants already knew. Kalian nods, smiling quietly.

"Yes. I would have thought of that if I had been there. I was a baby snake, too. And I think Devil would do the same thing."

The same thing, but not with Callian.

And the Devil does it.

"Whether it's Arianne or the concubine Louis. I would use anything to imprison Mr. Chase."

You say you want to turn Devil's gaze back for a while.

Devilan knows that Kalian is here anyway. It is clear now that he knew that he had been stuck to the birds. Devil noticed that it was a dangerous invitation for the Elves to call for treatment in such situations.

"So I just wanted to distract myself for a moment. If I look pretty good with the Elves and I think I've gained the power Zeon uses, I'm already doubting myself enough, so I'll also try to find out about Xeon. Whether Devil and Zeon are holding hands or not."

"I can't hide it for long."

"Yes. There will still be a period of information gathering, so I think it will be hidden for a month or two. That's enough. In the meantime, I need to do something that Devil would never think of."

"What happened."

Calian pauses and taps Raven's saddle. From Calian's mouth, where he organized his thoughts as usual, something Plants did not think of.

"First, you said you were going to Cecretia, and I stopped you."

Plants nods.

Calian's lips paint a long arc.

"I don't know if you know, but I actually have a bit of a trap."

I don't think I know that.

In Plants' ears, I keep hearing the following:

"But the trap I hit won't catch the snake."

Like I said, Calian was a baby snake.

"But what I didn't think of was Devil."

"· · · · · · So."

"Brother. Grilled cod, do you really want to try it?"

Plants did not answer for a moment.

It was because I was concerned about how to 'persuade' Le Maine to never leave the palace this time, how much clothes to pack this time, and how much clothes to leave Lucy and Anne behind.

And one more thing.

How to name a white horse that needs to go far away together.