How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Said to stay by Siona's side.

I didn't ask you to fight with Siona.

I should have kept it a little longer.

I was outside the palace anyway, so I didn't expect to come here to train. So Plants predicted that they would just roll soda water like their own lives, make a bunch of crazy bets between themselves, or take a break on their own.

Then it turned out that there were forty or forty men lying on the sand.

I thought you were ambushed.

"I don't think it's a struggle. Did the crew decide to learn something from Siona?"

When I looked at them and saw forty people trying to get up quickly, Calian asked me, I didn't worry about my injuries because I just fell down one or two times.

And Plants, who was asked by Callian, responded after considering briefly, but deeply.

"· · · · · · · · I didn't."

"Yes."

I didn't believe it immediately, but Calian nodded without another word this time.

They bet on you to find out if Plants knows how I feel about being speechless, and to know the situation well enough on their own, Kalyan makes a small laugh that he doesn't want to get too involved in the Balkans' affairs.

"Why do you keep getting beaten up?"

Calian laughs a little louder as he talks to himself.

The burst of laughter did not stop. You continue to hear Calian's laughter, returning to his place of rest.

Plants, who ignored his brother like that, sent everyone in to go inside and wash properly, and tell them to sleep and rest. To be precise, he said, "Get in."

"Master Jay."

"Yes, sir."

"Stay."

Except for the pink-haired middleman with the salt.

Without Kalian or Plants, the crew is all screwed, so Needlen has nothing to say.

I asked you to tell me how the Great Desert Warriors fight. I wasn't curious about how the Sword Master, the Great Desert Warrior, fights.

Fooled me.

The Elves cannot be trusted.

However, in the sixth time, forty people settled down. Just then, I saw two princes approaching, and she moved away at the same speed as the light.

In the end, many middle managers still have to do today, and even before he could feel the pain of being hit by a dull sorcerer, he bowed down.

"I'm sorry."

"Never mind."

And I heard an unexpected answer. I'm not in trouble.

"I have something to ask you."

Furthermore, I was surprised to hear this. I was surprised that the plant didn't have any questions, but the words that followed were too long.

After listening to all of Plants' questions, I opened my mouth with a sudden look on my face as if something had come to mind.

"By the way, Deputy General, It may take some time for me to tell you what you asked, but would you mind showing me one first?"

Plants nods without saying anything else to the prince's question, and quickly Needleen pulls something out of the lobe. Now it was the pockets of a familiar wizard's chamber.

Needlen opened his mouth while opening the island.

"But Prince Kalian seems to be in a good mood today. You seem to be smiling more than usual."

"My brother didn't laugh today."

Plants replied:

Needlehn looks at Plants, but does not explain it any more.

It's not a face you'd want me to ask anything else about, so Needleen closes his mouth and starts digging in his pockets. It's because I thought I should switch topics quickly.

Needlelen, who tucked his elbow into a fist-sized pocket and rumbled, immediately took out his hand, saying that he had found what he wanted. Seeing you coming out of your pocket, Plants slightly stiffens his glabella and asks.

"· · · · · · · · What."

"Conch shell, Deputy Commander."

Large conch shell with pale sand color.

Needleren, who looks like he's picking it up and holding it to his ear, opens his mouth.

"This way you can hear the waves."

Siona told me that this is how you hear the sound of the waves in Cairys without the sea.

Of course, I knew about it, but thanks to her, Needleen gave me a conch shell that reminded me of it and heard the sound in it for the first time.

"That's fascinating. Take a listen to your X.O."

Plants, who took it, took the ear as Needleen pointed out. And I began to listen quietly to the sound of the waves coming from within.

"It's the prettiest thing they've found together since you left during the day. It's your birthday soon, so I wanted to give it to you as a gift."

Birthday present.

Not pearls, not pillows, just conch shells.

A conch shell that Balkans scoured the beach for a long time, instead of a rare jewel that they had worked hard to obtain.

At this point, Plants said nothing when he heard that everyone was embarrassed and asked him to give it to him quietly.

"· · · · · · · Yes."

And a long time later, I replied:

Needleen smiled coolly as he listened to the sound he heard in the conch shell and understood that the word "thank you."

* * *

Tea cups didn't smell of coffee or tea.

There is a somewhat complicated look on Alan's face, looking at it quietly.

- Are you sure you're okay?

The ring in Allen's hand emits a bright light. Callian answers the worrying question.

- Are you talking about going to Cecretia with your brother?

I'm afraid so. I know Prince Plants thinks it has nothing to do with the past. But it's always different from what you know, so you have to worry about that.

- I told you it wouldn't matter if the memory came back.

Alan doesn't answer for a moment.

You sweep the edges of the cup with your hands, but you don't lift it up and engrave Calian's words for a moment.

Instead, Kalian's words continue.

- So he's probably worried about what to wear, what not to glue, that kind of thing. It's not the conquest of the prince or the uniform of Deputy Commander Balkan, it's just my brother's clothes with no grass.

It doesn't matter if you're thinking of becoming Calian's older brother, in Cecritia, where you went to visit the king with the Balkans.

- Can you change your mind like you changed your clothes? I'm afraid you'll have nightmares again.

- I'm used to nightmares anyway, and you're okay with it. We woke each other up a lot.

A small sigh comes from Alan's mouth.

- Then I wonder if it's okay for the Prince to be there.

- You must have a lot on your mind. Wouldn't that be nice?

- I'm asking about the prince standing in front of him. There's got to be a way to fix this if you don't have to go yourself.

- I was worried that I wouldn't get angry as soon as I saw Devil's face because of my impatient personality. But actually, I learned one this time.

- What have you learned?

- that you have to face them in person to get rid of them. I feel a little sad when I say 'shake off'. Anyway, I learned one such thing. So I'm going to go further. To get rid of it.

The finger hovering over the edge of the teacup pauses.

Alan sends a kind voice, looking down at the still scented, dark tea water.

- Did the Elven Mother leave behind the prince?

I don't have any answers for a while.

- Yes, sir.

An honest heart was conveyed.

- Shall I go and teach that wretched tree a lesson?

- I can't even ask you to do that. Have a drink with me.

I'll be waiting for you.

- I appreciate your patience. That's what Chase and his father said, and I can go back this time. That's nice.

Lies that I'm not good at.

A lie about wanting to come back, about wanting to come back.

You don't have to do it this time.

I laughed a little at Alan's mouth when I heard him call him that. I'm sure if Calian comes back this time, we'll have a lot to talk about.

- Come back safely.

- Yeah, I'll be careful.

With this horse, the light of the ring fades away.

"Did you talk to your grandfather's stepson McDreamy?"

Veronica looks down at Allan for a while and asks:

"Have you noticed that?"

"I know you have a grandfather son, and I know you do. Maybe you know that."

Veronica smiles, looking at the jewel-like flowers that are growing well in the window because they haven't been taken to the mansion yet.

"I loved it, and she loved it, but she's not gonna like it as much as you."

A smile was drawn on Alan's mouth.

Afterwards, he opened his mouth by tapping the teacup with his fingertips.

"By the way, I want you to eat all the bitter stuff."

"Grandpa, you haven't been able to sleep. Don't complain, I'm using it for medicine. Drink everything."

Veronica frowns quite sternly and says to Allan, who looks ten years older than me:

He looked down at the dark brown tea for a long time and drank it all in one mouth without hiding his face that he was really forcibly eating.

Veronica, sitting next to Allen, checks for an empty glass that leaves no residue, and then picks out the box of chocolates in her hand.

Alan picks it up and puts one in his mouth, spreading his frowned face slightly.

"Did you know Grandpa and I had a change of plans? My grandfather gave me this. I have to say no."

"But the bitter thing doesn't suit your spiritual taste, so what do you do?"

Along with the resemblance of her hair, Alan yelled at her granddaughter, who had the opposite taste. How many delicious, sweet, healthy things in the world, but they give me their tea.

"But you have to go this far. I wouldn't have said anything if it wasn't for my beautiful granddaughter."

Veronica looks the same when Alan's eyes are soft and he's young.

"Okay, I'll get over it."

Alan opens his mouth to Veronica, who seems to be growing out of it every time he looks close.

"Yes. What can I do for you?"

"What are you talking about?"

Alan smiles again, pretending not to know anything.

"I thought you had bribes like this for help, or not."

Apparently, it was Veronica's grandfather who appeared to be much younger than Arsen. Veronica taps her head with her palm.

"Don't stand on my head. Come down."

Allan laughs in a sweet voice, "Don't talk from the top of your head." Seeing that, Veronica pauses as she decides.

"I want to quit magic school."

"So be it."

Veronica opens her eyes wide.

"Why don't you ask me why? You're not gonna tell me to talk to my mom, and then you're just gonna tell him to do whatever he wants?"

"Don't worry, we've already talked about this."

"Aren't you angry?"

"Rachel's mad at you for sneaking out of school, but she's not mad at you for not wanting to."

"So you're not upset?"

"What's to be upset about?"

"I'm trying to do what my dad used to do."

Veronica said not to be a wizard, but to be a pharmacist with her father, Ronyl, for a moment, she looked over Alan's empty cup of tea.

"I didn't tell her because I was afraid she'd think of him. My mom told me to forget about it."

Veronica looks at Allen, who once again told Hina and Demirea what she had said. Veronica nods at Alan, who is smiling sweetly.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa."

Every time I look at a pill, I think of Ronyl because I know it's not just Rachel.

"Do you really think that living there will make you forget? In the end, it all comes back to me, and that's all I'm saying."

Alan extends his arm and strokes Veronica's head a few times. Veronica smiles and hugs Alan in her arms.

"Live whatever you want. Don't worry about a thing."

Shut up. Shut up.

Alan soothes Veronica and smiles again.

* * *

- My daughter.

A little bubble echoes from the hills overlooking the elven Mother Tree and the sea. Somehow, Calian smiles with a playful smile, feeling frustrated by the sound today.

"Don't laugh. It still hurts."

"You messed with my people first."

Midnight.

A hill overlooking a dark and desolate sea.

After my conversation with Allen, I came to this place where the waves sound so quiet, and there was Siona who pretended to run away. So, without saying anything, Kalian rushes to Siona and frees the crew.

"That's one nasty prince."

"Better than a scamming elf."

This relentless Khalian squeezes his throat at the blushing red blade and throws something at you for a moment.

Siona, who confirmed that she was caught on ice, asked surprisingly.

"You said you didn't trust the Elves."

"A warrior of the Great Desert."

"You said you didn't want the Great Desert Warrior."

"Elves."

Siona is lost.

I put the Black pebble I just received from Kalian in my arms.

"Be careful not to use it in weird places."

"You're on your own."

With the meaning of believing, Kalyan sweeps away the hair that has been blown away by the wind.

Raven gives a small footstep back to Calian, who was sitting in the grass. A few pats under Raven's chin, Calian leans back on his long, dark front legs. It's like I'm holding Raven in my arms.

"Why did the prince come up here alone?"

"To see the sea. And I didn't come alone. I came with Raven."

"Yes."

"Why are you here?"

"To see the sea."

"Yes."

A few awkward words, as if they were friendly, calmed down again. So Calian turns his head back to the far seas.

"I know your mother."

In the middle of the silence, Siona said this.

"Of course. She's the queen."

"We stayed together until I went to the Great Desert. Bridget Forest."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

Siona turns her head and looks at Kalian, saying that she doesn't seem particularly surprised.

"My life is extraordinary to be surprised by such things."

Siona was clear about what she wanted to say, so she said, as if it were nothing. Siona adds to her words as she looks at Kalian, answering boldly without even looking at herself.

"I was born in the forest of Bridget, and Freya was banished to the forest. When I was twelve years old, I was quite friendly with Freya until I went to the Great Desert with my teacher, Carte Hill. I haven't seen him since."

Kalian nods.

"I remember being so pretty when I was a kid."

"I know that. I look like this."

Siona smiles and opens her mouth with a dazed expression because of her reaction that seems too natural.

"You look a little bit like him."

Khalian, who was about to say he couldn't possibly resemble Freya, just replied differently.

"Thanks anyway. For letting me know."

Just before Sihona's first outburst of anger against Callian,

'Black hair, red eyes.'

Does that mean you've identified the Swordmaster, Calian, or your friend's son, the Swordmaster? Do you know why Freya came to Cairys, or if Freya's family stayed with her? How did you deal with Freya when you were together?

My mother, she was well there.

- Shoot him.

Calian sighs for a short while, sweeping away many questions that won't come out on the still waves. After watching her like that for a while, Siona woke up and asked.

"More will come."

"Yes, you go down first."

"Sure."

Siona nods, taking a light and quick walk down the hill. A small bell sounds steadily as it fades away.

Instead, you hear that regular wave sound.

A deep blue sea that will not be seen for a while, or ever again.

The sea is just a desolate sea that looks several times better than others.

"That's the ocean, Raven. Take a good look, too."

Callian, who hated the silence for no reason, said:

Raven grunts and replies.

And you look up to the sea, as if you really understood Khalian.

"We may never see them again."

Calian stares at the sea for a long time.

The sea was full of Raven's big eyes, standing on the owner's back with nothing to mine.

Suddenly.

Raven's black eyes are illuminated with a blue light.

Raven shakes his head.

A blue light floats over the sea.

One more thing.

And one more thing.

More blue lights rise above the waves.

In front of the dark waves, in front of the sea.

I see Needlen. I see Kane. You see the wizards in white robes.

Above the dark waves, above the sea.

Needlen's blue light rises. Kane's blue light rises. A blue light rises from the wizards in white robes.

I don't know when the last day was.

Today is the day that the last king who received his greetings from Kalian left.

I don't know, but the blue lights that were made at the end of the wizards' hands, once you all came out and heard the deputy commander say to use magic with a godly mind, grew. The blue light that doesn't even know how to make Kalian keeps on going.

"· · · · · · · · · · · Ha."

You hear a short sound coming from Calian's mouth.

One or two blue lights grow.

Small, small blue lights surge along the waves.

I saw a dry brother wearing a white cloak.

A blue flame shines upon the red eye.

"Uploading again · · · · · · · · ·."

The night when the blue star flowed far beyond the sea.

Kalian laughs.

Today, for the first time.