How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Fendelia.

Now I know that's the name.

"There. A drug made from Pendelia."

In the direction Arsen was pointing, there was a large plant. A green trunk with brown spots and a broad leaf with a slight split end. I've seen it before.

It reminded me of a saying that I didn't like the fruit that was green on the outside and pink on the inside.

"It was given to me by Lord Bern, the healer, to use after I fought Prince. You'd better take your medicine because you can't call a healer, let alone a healer. You've never seen Pendelia before, but..."

"I know what it is."

"How do you know about Prince Plants?"

After drinking, he rolled down the cliff and opened his eyes and said he was stuck with his whole body. Plants, who remembered not a word of what Calian had told you in the Elven City, replied.

"My brother told me that he slipped on a cliff the day he drank too much."

"· · · · · · · ·"

Regrettably, Arsen understood the meaning of what Plants was trying to wrap around him.

Don't you think the treatment of royalty is different from that of Cecretia? Nevertheless, if you put raw grass on the prince's body, you can guess what would have happened.

"By the way, Prince Plants."

"More than me."

Plants frowns and stops as Estina moves along the uneven ramp. This is why I felt so much pain. Estina was not as stubborn in her footsteps as Raven, who was careful not to let her body sway even when she walked this path.

The wound had stopped bleeding and was healing a little. However, it was hard to become familiar with the senses that I felt whenever the wound moved.

Plants breathed for a moment, controlling the sharp sensation.

"I think my brother needs it."

"Fendelia is a mildly toxic medicine. It doesn't matter in general, but it's not good if you use it now."

Plants turns his head to the flask that Arsen gave you with his long arm extended. You see a black-headed lunatic lying on top of Raven, stunned.

Breathing was better than the first time Arsen placed Calian on Raven's saddle, and his lips were returning slightly. I ignored the hangovers and pretended to be overly greedy, but one of the things that was hurt was the blessing of a well-repaired Sispanian.

A moment ago, I remembered my brother leaning against Raven.

A cut on the sword, one on the arm, and one on the waist.

How can Plants stand without frowning if it bothers him so much?

Or ignorant. Or used to it.

I can't fathom it.

After a short sigh, Plants takes a brief, bloodless grip under the moonlight. Then I opened my mouth with a lower voice.

"Wizard."

"Yes."

"How many wizards can survive facing them?"

"You mean Xeon. Perhaps Ser Byrne will survive without a hitch, but the rest, including me, will depend on the situation. You know I almost died, too."

Strong.

I couldn't forget the look on the eyes of the last dead warrior of Zeon. I stepped forward unknowingly, and Calian stopped me, so I couldn't point the knife at him. But if I did, would I survive?

Well, I don't know.

Probably would never have lived.

Plants, who had been thinking about it for a while, reached out his uninjured arm to Arsen.

"Give me that."

"What do you want?"

"Revision."

"· · · · · · · How did you know I had it?"

Arsen, who brought out the pricey crystal tablet, reminded Plants that there were no wizards' bags and put them back in.

"I'll give it to you when I get back."

"Don't write."

"Why did you ask me to give you back a huge crystal tablet that doesn't have a place to put it, and you're afraid I'll use it on my own?" "

Plants looks back at Arsen, not worn out, looking at himself.

"You already have."

Arsen's mouth shuts quietly.

Arsen whispers, looking at Calian for a moment.

"How did you know the inscription was written?"

"I hope you didn't call Marquis Manasil."

It's hard to talk to Plants.

I asked him how he knew, and he said the wrong thing again.

Before Arsen came to help the princes, he had a hard time understanding that he had already contacted Léric with the tablet and asked him if he knew that he had spoken with Allen.

"I'm too scared to drink water in front of Prince Plants. I think you'll find out what you ate three days ago with one drink of water."

In sickness, Plants did not miss what Arsen once again called "Prince Plants." There's only one reason for Arsen to talk like that in front of Plants.

Alan was the only one to step down from the X.O. again.

"Don't you find it even more surprising that you didn't know?"

"I've left my post. If you're a soldier, you can't catch people here."

Unlike Uriah, who doesn't see things and catches people, Arsen was a wizard who sees things and catches people. So I called Alan for a moment before I got into a fight. "Coco, the wagon that the Sispanian made and the commander's handiwork, is wearing Jaal very comfortably."

Alan takes back his position diligently, and Arsen returns to his rightful place as just a blue-haired, lunatic wizard, Balkan.

"Count Manasil may have noticed something, but he won't be here. I thought you'd be angry if you came, so I told you to wait, because it's still okay."

"Yes."

The short, stuffy plant shuts up again. As she stepped down the ramp, there was also blame for Estina moving loudly once more, and blame for thinking about it.

Arsen's gaze as he turned his back on such plants turned to Sinistera.

I saw something I hadn't seen a while ago, because I was always in a sword shop. I saw the words written on the blue sword in Calian's hand.

When I think about it, my mind gets complicated.

I wonder what happened in the past that made you write so carefully on the Prince Charming's sword.

"It doesn't matter."

Plants suddenly said, The green eyes of the man who turned his head were staring at Arsenal.

"No matter who wrote it. Whatever happened. Now."

"· · · · · · · · Did you know this is my handwriting?"

"Roughly."

Plants literally closed his eyes.

It was painful, it was hard to explain.

A silent sigh comes out of Arsen's mouth, briefly looking at Plants.

"I don't think I would have engraved that name by passing it on to anyone. I don't think anyone could have been there. The blue-haired mad wizard was with her to the end, so I thought if anyone was there, he'd be a blue-haired mad wizard."

Plants, who was unlikely to answer, said:

I didn't recognize Arsenal's writing, but I thought Arsenal would have let me do that much work if I had stayed with Plants in the past that no one would have been with me otherwise. It was a vague prediction, but I was convinced by Arsenal's reaction to staring at Cinnastar today.

"How dry I would have been living with someone like this. I'm thinking about it."

Arsen quickly regains his senses, when he almost looks at Plants with his loving eyes for a brief moment.

After knowing the meaning, Plants looked down at the deeply troubled sword and frowned again because of the pain in the cut. I didn't even see the look on Coco's poop on his face that Arsen had taken from him.

If he said, 'Would I have wanted to be with a man like you?' Arsen turned his head to bear the thought that desecration of the royal family would have been established and could have been cut off in Balkan, but he still had to make and cut statues to live like a wizard.

In response, Plants grins and Arsen grunts.

"Do you have a smile?"

"It's coming out. Why?"

"Even though the blue-haired maniac doesn't follow me anymore."

"It doesn't matter. That, too."

I know what Arsen meant.

At least Arsen used to be there, but now there is no one who can stand side-by-side and ask if it's okay. That's what the Knights of Cecretia said, and Callian was worried about it.

"Not really. Lucy and Anne are here. Why."

Especially if you wanted someone around. He said this because he had never considered it a waste.

One acolyte who follows me around crying about death is enough for Balkan to cause more new accidents every day. Every day I bark, I leave a black cat that wants to bite me next to a blue-haired crazy wizard. It's just a headache.

Plants looks forward to an answer without a lie.

Far away, a small palace with a huge garden began to catch my eye.

* * *

Birds are faster than horses.

It was still the middle of the night because a lot had happened but it didn't take long. Nevertheless, when I arrived at Louise's villa, about ten people came out quietly to meet three. It seems Chase was contacted before Calian's group arrived.

The knights placed Kalyan in a gurney and moved him to the bedroom. While Arsen watches with his eyes wide open, Caliando Plants has also been dealt with appropriately.

The reason they say it's a good procedure is because they heard that Chase is a servant of a trusted man, but they do not believe fully, so they neither take the medicine they gave them nor do it right. Plants only used the medicine that Arsen gave him, and Calian won't let him finish the antidote until it's finished.

- Do you need anything else, Prince Plants?

- · · · · · · Bananas.

- Banana, you mean?

- A lot.

After that, she doesn't know when she'll wake up, so she heaps some bananas next to the bed and stands at the window a little distance from the bed she's lying on. Arsenal had to see the escort alone until now, whether Kalian rose up or sent more Calians to the palace, because it was difficult for him to sit comfortably in his own room.

I got hurt, but she got hurt more and I couldn't rest, but I decided not to complain, because I was right about what I did.

- Saaaa · · · · · · · · ·.

A quiet place where the sea can be seen from afar.

The room on the highest floor had an entire wall of glass. I stand in front of him and stare out the window for a while, and hear the sound of the branches touching the wind. I listen quietly to the sound, but something catches my eye in the dark.

- Sparkles.

Blue light.

There was a blue light hovering in a large garden.

It may not be the Wizard's Light, but after a long time, the blue light that was shining from one side spread out gradually. Not too long ago, the whole garden turned green.

It didn't take long to figure out what it was. The swarm of light that was hovering blue began to climb up into the sky as if a light hole was scattered by the wind.

Here, with only flowers planted to honor someone in a vast garden, the second blooming flower under the moonlight was emerging into a blue light.

"Sinistera."

Yeah, it is.

Sinister.

Plants turns his head.

The man who got up from his seat, unable to hold on to the bird, was looking out the window.

"Why."

"Just. I'm awake."

A split voice came out.

Either Allan or Kiri are there, or you have to lie in my room in Chermill before you know it, so Plants nods.

"Blood."

"It stopped. I can feel it in my lower back."

"Yes."

Even though I was forced to do so, the blessing of the well-mannered Sispanian finished the deciphering. I started to heal the wound.

By the way, after seeing the pain in your back, Kalian looks around for a moment. Then I paused, holding my breath.

"Did Brother Chase tell you about this place?"

"I heard it's a villa in the Concubine Louise. You don't know this place."

Callian raises his palm and covers his face.

The laughter leaks out.

"Morriga."

Even if it wasn't a shining star bluer than a star, it was enough to see inside the room.

Unpatterned black sheets, dark gray curtains, dark brown furniture that doesn't glow. A barren room without a frame and a vase. Sometimes, the place I came to stayed was decorated exactly as I remember it.

I thought it was gone, but it wasn't.

"· · · · · · · This is my room."

Queen Deanna's villa.

And it was Bern's room that I had set up inside.

Kalian laughs for a long time, confronted by traces of Bern who had not lived this long.

Chase must have thought a lot about giving this room to Callian. I was worried about getting hurt, and I was worried that I might get depressed looking at this place. Nevertheless, I laughed because I think I know why I put Kalian in this room.

"I think my name means something completely wrong."

Plants glances at Calian with a slight twitch.

"If you ask, will you tell me now?"

Calian opens his mouth again, his back twitching to shrug his shoulders like a habit.

"No. Why would I tell you my old name if I won't even tell you my brother's name?" "

"· · · · · · · Yes."

Calian looks out of the window, smiling at his irritated face.

"Anyway, this is fun."

"What."

"That's what Lord Hertz said. We've had enough fighting. Now get some rest. Kyrie says," Don't stop, "but I don't know how they're so different from each other."

Plants did not answer. Instead, it followed a small, split, blood-packed tone.

"How nice to have Lord Hertz here a moment ago. And as I was looking at Sir Hertz, I suddenly thought, Perhaps he waited for Lord Hertz to come, after all. In fact, I was so happy to say don't stop. because she thought she'd be happy to hear it even though it was scary."

I mean, I feel like I'm complaining about now and Plants, but honestly, it's been so hard and exhausting.

"Because it's fun again. After all, we've waited twice for Lord Hertz on this land. But the reason is so different."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

Calian's voice fades.

"That doesn't mean I liked it."

"I know."

"So it won't be the same thing twice."

"I know."

"Don't worry, relax. It's not war day, sir, this time because of one man. Because I'm not gonna let you."

"· · · · · · · · Half End."

"You're hurting me like this. Can't you see that?"

Plants frowns without an answer.

Kalian grins once more, as he gets one half for a single wound.

A swarm of blue light flashes across Calian's face and rises to the sky. After resting in a familiar bed, Calian soon falls into a deep sleep. Neither Kiri nor Alan slept well.

In just a few hours.

- All the soldiers in Sacritia who were in Bridget Forest are dead.

Until Mr. Chase woke up his sleeping brother who had been contacted like this.