How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Remain can't even cough.

It is not the matter of the throne, but the importance of the throne.

When rumors of a couple of coughs leave the palace, they become severe coughs, when they pass through the streets of Astricia, and pneumonia after they leave the palace.

It was not just assumptions and misunderstandings.

Occasionally, coughing leads to tax loopholes or territorial wars. A king whose health has deteriorated will not be able to confirm tax problems properly, and a prince who believes or supports it has spread through the struggle between different lords. Not all nobles in this vast country could be intelligent, but it was a problem because not everyone could get the right information.

"I thought you said you were going back alone. You heard about the tower. Are you talking about my sons?"

So it was quiet.

It was quiet enough to quickly figure out who swallowed the dry saliva next to him.

Dozens of pairs of gazes are drawn towards Remain in front of a crystal tablet I've never seen before. As the eyes move, you hear an old wooden door moving.

"I can send an army to your country."

You can't even cough once. A place where the gesture is exaggerated and inflated with a single glance and becomes rumored to be true. It was quiet because I knew it was someone who knew it. It was too quiet because the king said something that he didn't want to do because he couldn't do anything.

"Military"?

Where are you sending your troops? '

And they gave and received each other's eyes.

Until I came here, I heard a story I had never imagined.

'To the royal palace of Cecritia.'

I mean, it was a very, very ordinary day.

The weather was cold as if it were flesh, but it was clear.

There was a council of nobles, and today Le Maine went on as usual. Randall always kept Remain by Remain's side with his expressionless face, and Earl Grey Brissen, who has yet to establish his position, is still sitting quietly today.

There is a piece of crystal in front of Remain that I do not know how to use, but I intend to. It was an ordinary day, except for that one. By the way.

- Tell me what you want, and I'll listen.

A sudden interruption of a voice rang the conference room. That low voice was definitely a two-prince on a colourful journey celebrating his birthday. It belonged to the prince.

- Know what I want.

- It's war.

Remain raises his hand as the nobles start to frown. You put your index finger on your mouth and tell him to be quiet. The forced silence followed by a conversation between someone and Plants.

- I'll help you get home safely, because there's no way the Three Princes are going into that tower without a fight.

And when he said that, Remain had to put his hand on his mouth again. It's because the nobles tried to roar again.

- I never meant to betray my brother in the first place.

There was no need to ask me to be quiet about the answer. The nobles with white-bleached faces looked at Grey in unison. Like you're asking if you heard what Plants just said.

Of course, even if they caused a commotion, Remain would no longer be able to stop it.

- Dook.

The sound of a silent fist on the table, not even a small sound, represents that feeling.

Remain, who had not heard anything other than what Plants had to say to find himself, went ahead with the meeting without knowing the English language. And here comes the situation.

Fortunately, Le Maine didn't have to bear witness for long. As soon as Plants' voice was heard again, the screen lit up. So Remain gave me a patient answer.

No matter how many coughs you cough.

No matter what the king says in front of the entire central nobleman.

"· · · · · · For the sake of only one life."

I'm glad I didn't make more insulting remarks. It is the act of heaven that I have not declared war on you as soon as I want.

Whether you know it or not, dozens of pairs of eyes returned to Remain. To the crystal plate in front of Remain, to be exact. There is no screen on the nobles' side, but the situation suggests it was a Devil.

"Remain. It's been a long time. You should say hello to me first since we met so suddenly."

The relaxed voice of Devil hovers inside the meeting room. Lemaine opens her mouth in place of the nobles who have lost their words and have not even panicked.

"I asked you politely to let me stay well and return it. You gave me flowers. To my son."

If Allen had heard, who would have bruised who with what? Now Remain was not worried about that, either.

"Now I know you don't like it."

"In addition to that, I put a blasphemous word in my mouth."

"Blasphemy."

"You said you were sick. You said you had a headache."

Once again, it was static.

Not only did the nobles of Cairys hear the king's last words, but Devil paused for a moment.

"Oh, my God."

A laughter erupts from Devil Lane, staring at Remain. At first, the smile that was small turned into a pretty big smile. Like I heard the most hilarious thing in the world, like I'm faced with something so much fun I can't stand without laughing right now.

"I just heard it from someone, and I never thought I'd hear it again. You look just like him."

But then, Devil's voice, which was working well, was cut off. In addition, the screen turned black.

Remain's sunken face turns to look away, and the wizard who was looking into the situation approaches to explain.

"Plant degradation has stopped its supply of horsepower. Let's reconnect."

Needlehn was the one who did not need to use magic on the receiving side, but was there to help Le Maine with the crystal plate.

Remain stares at the crystal tablet for a while and shakes his head.

"There you go."

"Yes. How many men should we send to Cecretia, Your Grace?" "

A clear look and voice that I think I will go to the bookstore in front of the palace right now. Thanks to this, the nobles suddenly turned their heads as if they were heard by Sareh and hid their faces from Remain's gaze.

Remain closes his eyes for a moment and opens his mouth, not caring about their appearance.

"Let's finish the meeting."

It was towards the nobles, not Needleren.

Grey has been staring at Randall ever since she heard the mute nobles and Plants' voices. And soon enough, Plants will be out of that ridiculous fake position, and Randall won't be too impressed with this gigantic play except for wanting Plants to come back. Everyone got up and left the meeting room.

Since then, there has been no answer from Le Maine for some time. Nedlen bites one foot back, worrying that he might be pushing Remain like that. I also exchanged snow greetings with Sodmaster Theona, who was standing silently with her guardian Len in Remain's rear.

"Sir Jay."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"How many will it take?"

"· · · · · · Would it take two wizards to catch one person?"

The Mad Wizard gets really scared when he gets angry.

Needleren smiles and opens his fingers to point to the crystal plate.

"One is enough for everyone."

One.

I didn't. I just didn't. With just one, you can wipe out the lives of kings of your country. That was Balkan.

"I like that answer."

One for everyone.

There was no need to worry about who would become that one.

Immediately, Remain stood up.

"Tell him to reinstate Lord Manasil if he contacts you again."

"I understand, Your Grace."

Needlen looks down.

Then, as I try to get back on my feet, Remain's voice rings once more.

"· · · · · · · Be careful. Along with that."

I smiled at Needlelen's mouth, not yet raised my head.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will."

Remain unquestionably out of the room.

* * *

Meanwhile, you see Randall next to Remain.

I thought it might be better to slow down the descent from the crown prince. So I thought seriously about asking Serenty to make a wish that it would happen after arriving in Cairys. If not this time, I wanted to see when Randall could bow his head and use a shark.

I'm thinking a little deeper than Anne's naming. Devil opens his mouth with a smile from a blackened crystal tablet.

"I wasn't going to tell King Cairys what the Three Princes were hiding. I see you haven't always been so relaxed since you disconnected so urgently."

"It's far from relaxing. Always."

Devilan nods, looking back at the quartz plate in response to Plants' untouched answer.

"You carry something truly remarkable. Do you have a knack for hiding things well in the Kingdom of Cairys?"

"It is not as great as your speech."

"I'll filter it out in a good way."

"Do so."

"I wish I knew more about you, by the way. I doubted so much that I went too far without experiencing your passion."

"I remember I told you that I don't want you to expect me anymore. You don't even believe what you've been through."

Devil nods with a soft smile. After that, when I had another sip of water and tried to open my mouth for answers, Plants' words came out first.

"What do you say?"

"What do you mean?"

"I think I've given you what you need. It's not."

Devilan looks at Plants, hearing this.

I looked deep, very deep.

"· · · · · · Yes."

Alan Manasil.

Alan Manasil's preemptive attack.

I thought I needed it. Plants takes it out of his mouth first, but Devil certainly thinks the same thing. That's what Plants just did. Remain worn out by his son will surely move Alan Manasil, deceiving both Remain and Devil like this.

"He had no intention of betraying his brother."

"That's what the king said. I'm good at hiding things."

Both eyes, like Devil's Snake, face the crystal plate and stare into Plants' green eyes.

Suspicious people think.

Take Plants' hand for a living or not.

"Yes. Let's get our expectations back. To you."

Plants blinks slowly.

And I woke up without saying anything else. He raises an example and turns around.

"However."

Devilan's words cling to Plants.

"Wouldn't you rather stay in the palace? Until this is over."

"Detainment."

"Depends here."

It depends on this, but it means you're going to end up a hostage. Despite being attacked by Alan Manasil, he intends to keep Khalian in isolation for the minimum amount of life he can save.

The stationary plant once again blinks slowly and opens its mouth with its back turned away from the Devil.

"If you want to take a life, I thought you had to risk the same for me."

Alan Manasil makes a move, starts a war, overturns the board, pushes Chase back down, eliminates Khalian, eliminates all the intruders and receives treatment. You'd have to risk Devil's life to get that much.

"Just in case."

I was a hostage in Demirea's mansion for a while, but now I'm here to play the same role.

If there was anything like that, it was because of a black, red, barking cat. If there was a difference, it was a voluntary detention, but not now.

"I understand what you're saying. There are some things you can only drink after risking all your things without preparing for them."

Plants turns back for a moment. Then he sits down and faces Devil, who is still looking at him, and then he looks straight at Devil.

"And · · · · · · · · The cost of being a backup for the charge is expensive life. It will be difficult."

Even that Balkan healer's salary cost me my life and I can't figure out what to pay for it this time.

So maybe we should save it for now.

"You don't seem concerned about your well-being. Am I wrong?"

"I'm not being sarcastic."

Plants taps the floor with his toes once or twice.

Devil opens his mouth again, wondering if there's something else he doesn't know.

"I just don't have any reason to worry."

Anyway, if you're floating around like this,

"· · · · · · · · Brother."

I have a brother who will come to save my life.

What's there to worry about?

"What are you doing here? Not yet."

Plants bows slightly and greets Devil. Then he turned around and walked.

"Well done on your meal."

"I'm hungry."

"That's great. I'm hungry too. Please join me."

"No."

"Yes."

It's a good hiding, but it's nothing to hide from Devilan, and Khalian, who came to retrieve it before the Peanut Pickle, leaves Devilan's office.

- You made your wish.

- Not yet.

- Why?

- I don't know.

- That won't work after a day. Make a decision quickly.

- Okay.

- Sir, you didn't sell me out to Devil again.

- Sold it.

- Yes, sir.

Two different footsteps disappeared as the hallway rang.

- I don't think you should come.

- I'm starving, I'm trying to eat fast.

- Half past.

- I'm trying to eat fast.

So is the brother good or bad? Seeing that there were no lies, leaving behind a Devil who still didn't believe in anything.

- We're all tucked in here.

- Actually, I'm not very good with slip magic.

Plants smiles silently.

The knights are laid to rest, and the Grand Chamberlain is enchanted.

Since there are no dead, everyone will wake up soon, and Devil won't be able to say much.

- You must be worried sick. My brother.

- Yes, sir.

What's there to worry about?

I'm worried about the doorknobs breaking in ignorantly, but the doorknobs. How much do you want?

You can pay my price and make it up to me.

To Chase, who will soon be the master of this palace.

So there's nothing to worry about.