How to Live as the Enemy Prince

I don't know how long it's been since I've been here.

The sound of the waves was still and the sky was quiet. The sand is white and the black sky is full of silver stars.

It was a dream, but Arsen felt good in it.

Your coffins are all in one piece.

No sign of clogging, whether it was pierced through the heart, cut through the neck, or cut off the neck. There is only one wound other than a tiny one. A fatal blow has been inflicted without a bird to stop the incoming attack.

I didn't know that was the case with Kalian's sword. Despite knowing it, I felt good because I knew very well how strong the dead were.

"I can't imagine how much stronger the prince will be."

Those who materialize Mana are wizards.

Those who strengthen the body and sword with Mana are the sodmasters.

And Kalian is a sorcerer and a sorcerer.

I have mastered how to transform error and magic into free-form materials, both with error and with magic. Thanks to this, I became the only one to make the error transformed into magic into a 'sword' form and swing it.

This means that when Mana runs out, the sword to be wielded in her hand disappears.

Because of this, Kalian didn't share much magic during the duel. However, in the previous battle, I used my sword, raising the wind as if it were nothing rough. The user slays the target with a sword that is no different than usual.

This is because the number of errors and spells increases and you become accustomed to magic. Since he had originally climbed into the path of the sword, it was clear that if he was able to grow more and exert his old power, his sword would also become stronger.

So I learned.

I never imagined how much stronger I'd be.

"This is why it is very unlikely that your body will mature when you get caught making a statue."

and.

By the way, I didn't think the knights who still hadn't given up on the statue, the stubborn blue-haired scoundrel, couldn't be seen from far away. You said you were less likely to survive making Kalian Statues by looking at the condition of the bodies, but those knights will learn it because they are wary of Kalian's strength.

Arsenal decided to give up on examining the body in more detail.

- Bloop!

There was a dark red flame over the white sand.

"Deputy Hertz. Put out the fire. We should investigate."

Arsen, who examined the body, suddenly caught fire, and one of the knights who was standing far away rushed in and held Arsen captive. He was leading the knights.

Arsenal moves first before he gets any closer to the body. Arsen, who moved directly through the teleport towards the knight, stands in his way.

"They're already dead. Why would they investigate?" "

"A suspicious group that attacked the princes of Cairys. Of course we should investigate. What do you mean?"

"I've never seen assassins carry items of their own. Why don't you do it quickly and follow the princes instead of wasting your time?"

"This is Cecretia. We have a right to decide what happens in Cecretia."

"I don't even know what kind of decision you have in secrecy, since you weren't involved in the fight in the first place." "

It was Calian who kept her from fighting, and Plants nailed her to stay out of it. Due to consideration of the two princes' words, there were no casualties, but there was also no way to comment on the matter.

"Don't worry, the Crown of Cairys won't be a problem for Cecretia if you don't investigate them."

Arsen, who knows exactly what the knight is worried about, wedges his teeth in this word.

The corpse's clothing branches have already been burned away while the distraction lasted. After that, the fire did not go out, but continued to burn what was left. The knight frowns for a moment as the unpleasant odor circles around him.

I knew Arsenal was trying not to show me the body. But I couldn't say anything else.

"I want you to take responsibility for not being a problem."

"I told you, I'm the Deputy Commander of the Balkans. It's not a position to speak irresponsibly."

Eventually, the knight agreed to burn the body to the ground.

The human body is tenacious.

It takes a long time to remove a single trace of the sword.

"Rest. When the body's all burnt up, we'll go."

After speaking to the knights, Arsen's gaze as he looked around hit the ground.

I noticed scattered bloodstains. Blood spattered from the vane wounds, semicircular, speckled blood spattered from the edge of the sword, and widespread blood spattered from the body. All the blood of warriors. Arsen, who did not say that the sight was strange or uncomfortable, began to look for signs of a sliding struggle.

Meanwhile, Arsen's blue eyes are fixed in the bloodstain that seems to have fallen off the trail in front of the gray-headed warrior's corpse.

There's no blood trail. The blood trail followed instead of footprints where the blood owner had walked. At some point, no blood trail followed.

'As expected, you were wounded.'

Definitely Calian's.

I can't smell the blood, but Mana's flow is legible. The reason why Kalian came near the knights to cast such a mysterious Clean Magic was also being noticed.

After confirming that the prediction was correct, Arsen looks down at the ground with his face slightly tilted. Then I bent my knees and sat down to examine the difference between the traces of the surrounding area and Calian's, exactly the color.

"This is the alternative."

All the other blood that had not yet seeped into the white sand was still red. Except for the one place where Callian stood and the one where Callian moved.

The sword.

The color of Kalian's blood is black.

"What a mess."

I finally realized that Calian, who returned with Plants alone, was not just wounded. Arsen wipes the stained blood off the floor with clean magic and carefully checks the condition of the bodies in the flames. Arsen turns away reluctantly, noticing all traces of his sword vanished in an undisturbed fire.

[slips]

And it manifested magic that wasn't used well. Unlike the thirteen knights who were nervous when Arsen first appeared here and put their hands on the sword, he headed for two knights who had walked towards Arsen.

"What are you doing?!"

The knight was surprised to find out why Arsen suddenly acted, and when Arsen opened his mouth and tried to speak his surroundings.

- Dag, Dag, Dag, Dag!

You hear the hoof of a horse where there should be no more to come.

Black body, right ankle white horse.

Raven.

Raven leaves no one burning.

Raven sprints across the sand and stops in front of Arsen. Then, especially this one more time, I looked up at Arsen with my eyes telling him not to waste any more time.

His pride is a little broken, but he opens his mouth to the knight, who understands Raven's gaze very well.

"I'll explain later. When the body is incinerated, take the two knights back to the palace. If they wake up, it's better to ask them if they're related to the assassins."

Afterwards, Arsen climbs onto the saddle as if he didn't need to see anything else, and Raven immediately stomps his feet. At the top of the speeding Raven, Arsen quickly turns his head to shout, "I forgot something for a moment."

"If you don't mind, I'd like you to take my horse! It's Lauro!"

So, the blue haired wizard, who had barely enough time to put aside the detailed reasons for putting the knight to sleep, quickly disappeared.

* * *

Twenty-six, no, eight, no.

Thirty-two.

"· · · · · · Thirty-four."

I'm not a Great Desert warrior.

They were not the knights of Cecretia, nor the tributes that Calian remembered.

Thirty-four prosecutors who don't know the tenacity, the skill, the identity.

Fortunately, Raven and Estina didn't show much interest in getting us out of here. The bad news is that two of them are glowing red.

And fortunately, there was no hesitation in my hands because I didn't have a face to know. And the other thing I'm not glad about.

- Wook Sin!

The pain in the heart I felt when I made the sword.

The same pain that I felt when I first opened my eyes with Calian's body came back to me. After detoxification and wound healing, the power of blessing seems to have reached its limit, as well as the magic in the circle in the heart.

"I should have listened to you."

Calian, the disappearing, brings out a joke.

Plants glances at the shield in front of you and gives you a low voice.

"My brother doesn't speak the same way."

"Using some shield for clean magic doesn't make it any harder."

"Don't."

"What can I do? If I pretend to be bad even under these circumstances, my brother will die. I'd rather save my fragile brother and kill them all."

It was also about wasting your magical power and being overwhelmed. It was also about the fact that you were acting as hard as you could on the beach and then putting a shield on Plants in front of the knights.

"It's a tough situation to have for your birthday, but it's true what your brother did, so I think it's your fault what happened to the blood in front of your eyes. It's not your fault that you saw my blood, so don't think about it and wait."

"Got it."

I can see them moving gradually.

Anyone goes first, and Calian smiles, with a silence in front of him that will immediately be broken.

Whoo-hoo!

With a threatening rumble, two daggers come to mind.

In the dark, dark forest, small, tiny blades glow red like the eyes of a beast.

- Yuck!

- Qasim!

Two red beams cut through the Black Forest. With an unpleasant sound, the two prosecutors plummeted to the ground.

It was also an announcement of the beginning of the fight.

- Ta-ah!

The prosecutors rush in unison as the two who were afraid to look at the dagger are lying dead.

Seeing them, Calian remains motionless.

I let the already flowing dagger move instead of my body, ignoring the black blood on the bandage.

The two daggers that cut off their lives changed direction. Two small blades of Kalian's will pierce the other four hearts and throats of the wind.

Six.

Calian silences me, trying to count the dead.

- Wook Sin!

Instead of thinking whether it was because of the plants standing next to you or because of the shivering scent that fell down your throat, Kalian just smiles. You stand still among the prosecutors, facing the two warriors with the red hanging sword.

- Whoo-hoo!

Fourteen dead. Kalian remains motionless. The prosecutors' feet have stopped. Kalian's dagger does not stop.

In addition to the two daggers that cut through the air, another dagger comes to mind. And I split the atmosphere like lightning. After forgetting the pain of the heart, Calian continued to move the dagger, keeping his gaze fixed on the two warriors of the Great Desert.

- Shhh!

- Qasim!

As soon as I feel relieved, another blade flies from behind me and pierces my heart. Whether you're wrapped in hard muscles or wearing armor made of strong chains, it doesn't matter.

If you block the dagger, the blade is pierced. If you don't stop it, its breath is cut out.

One of the prosecutors who gave up his approach grabs the bow.

An arrow leaves his hand and flies toward the front of the plant.

- Saab!

- Kaga!

The plant does not dodge, and the arrow hits the shield with a powerful strike falls to the ground.

- Shhh!

Soon after all three daggers change their trajectories in the direction they flew, a short scream sounds.

Calian's head clears the archer, and he turns to Plants for a moment.

"You trust me too much."

"My brother told me to wait."

Plants, who knew the shield was clogged and did not blink an eye, ended the answer.

"· · · · · · · Wait. She's doing just fine on her own."

Kalian bursts out a small smile.

It's not bad to hear that you're saving lives, not killing people.

"Yes."

The Dagger has flown again.

The dagger protrudes from under your feet, taking a life and flying to the next one's neck. A dagger dropped on the crown of his head points toward the heart of the person standing next to him. Suddenly a dagger flies in front of your heart without having to step back.

Only three daggers continue to form a red wave in the darkness. As the bloodline thickens, their numbers plummet.

But that's it.

- Brainy!

While jumping off Raven's back and twisting her lower back, Calian, who didn't frown a single eyebrow, clenches his fist without even knowing it. It was hard to get used to the feeling of a broken heart.

Three daggers fade away from their light in a moment.

He once again attempts to enchant the Dagger, but the pain continues. The blessed heart refuses to expose its magic.

- Wook Sin!

Twenty-seven dead. Five prosecutors and two warriors remain. Blink. The shield that was enclosed in front of the plant fades away.

The blade stood on Plants' eyes and his red lips were painted with a long arc line.

"There is no shield. Avoid if something flies in."

"Okay."

"You just have to wait a little longer."

- Whoo-hoo!

Instead of a more difficult dagger to make and use, I only hold one sword that's more familiar to me. The red orb rumbles and exhales.

"Whatever happens, I'll take care of it."

It seemed to be full of playfulness, and the cool voice flowed out when I heard it.

Keeping all seven in front, swallowing what came up from the deep again, leaving the plant behind. Kalian's feet only move.

- Jubbuck.

And then...

You hear the sound of footsteps you don't have to hide next to Callian. Calian frowns, but whoever doesn't care much about it grabs the sword.

There is a red sword that cuts through dark forests.

A grey sword that swallowed starlight. A silvery sword filled with starlight.

Three swords were held in the hands of two men.

"No."

And so, the pea with the knife didn't listen to his brother.