How to Live as the Enemy Prince

The steady footsteps approach quietly.

If you lose what you see, you will have a lot of thoughts. That's why the footsteps are distracted even for a short time. After spending a few days in the dark, I couldn't see anything so close that I could hear the sound, but I guess it's true that human beings have always adapted to rest wherever they are.

- Bloop!

And then suddenly the sound stopped.

Suddenly, a bright light illuminated the space like the Abyss, and my mind was cut off. The man who was obsessed closed his gaze tightly. I couldn't figure out who approached me.

I felt like I could give up the rest of my life if I could see even a single beam of light, but the pain was ahead of me. I blindfolded myself without even knowing it.

"Meereen Lonz."

The person who came silently and reflected the place that was only darkness made a loud sound like daylight. Someone who was the head of the Sorceress Association of Cecretia, called in the warriors of Zeon who attacked Kalian and Plants and tried to steal the data that Arianne had on Louise, opened his mouth instead of his eyes.

"Who · · · · · · · · · · ·."

"It would be nice to meet you."

The thin aesthetic is strange.

It did not seem young enough to be a boy, but it did not feel young enough to be a boy. A strange voice I've never heard up close. I wanted to open my eyes to the curiosity, but I barely removed my blindfolded hand. Because of the bright light that seemed to be blind, I still couldn't discern ahead.

It's natural.

Meereen was arrested and dragged here right after the interrogation. I spent some time alone, not knowing how many days had passed, where the light was completely blocked.

"the light,"

I felt strangled as I spoke for too long. Meereen clears her throat and screams again.

"You can't turn down the light. It's too bright."

"It's a torch. I can't control it. You know you can't do magic here. And I'm in no position to ask that. You."

"Then tell me who you are."

"I answered. I already have."

Meereen recalls an unfriendly description of 'someone you will be very pleased with'.

"That's a voice you don't know how to say hello to."

"It's not necessarily a pleasure to know."

Meereen silences without answering for a moment.

The riddle goes back and forth, but I don't even feel annoyed. It's because I was glad to even have that conversation. I didn't want to admit it, but it was true. I'm bringing the light and having a conversation like this, but I wonder if it would be nice to see an evil god instead of the living god.

After more time, I waited for a long time and opened my eyes, but I couldn't stand the light that filled my blurred vision and closed my eyes again.

All I could see was a white face and a black head and a red eye.

"Are you Prince 3rd of Cairis?"

The answer never came back. Instead, you hear a faint lapping and lapping sound. The sound of walking on the ground covered in old straw.

After understanding something positively, Meereen opened her mouth again. In a few days, the sound of scratching sand continued to flow from my mouth.

"I don't know what Prince Cairys is doing here. I have nothing more to say."

"I guess you forgot what I said."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh · · · · · · · · I don't like to say it twice."

I heard a laugh that I couldn't fathom how I felt, and it continued.

"I told you you'd be happy to see me. I thought you might have something to say. I am."

"Why do you think I'm so pleased with Prince Cairys?"

"Because I can help you."

"Help · · · · · · · · · ·."

"You can't go out there alone, not from here. Never."

Meereen's neck tightens without even knowing it. I couldn't tell if it was because Calian's voice was cold or because of what he was saying.

"You know where we are. You, too."

Where is this place?

Meereen's breathtaking face slowly opens her eyes.

Yeah, it is.

I know.

They must have locked her up. Someone should be guarding her in front of the prison, but no one was here. At first, it was a little strange. Then I realized that people don't even bring their meals. The food that came tumbling down from somewhere connected to the ceiling fell. Following the smell of the food, I suddenly realized that I was sweeping through the stammering room. Where is this place?

"· · · · · · Falling."

"Yes, I know."

The Herund River flows outside the outer sanctuary of Secreta.

Somewhere beneath it is the dungeon of endless depths that the great king of Cecritia built. People called it hell.

If there is a tower on the ground, there is hell underground.

Cairys' criminals have been sent to the tower and imprisoned in secritia. You cannot kill yourself, and all magic is blocked, so not a single person has ever escaped.

It was hell for the living.

In the Bible, all sinners are completely segregated and confined so that they cannot share their voices once. The Bible says that there are no knights guarding the bars. This is the place.

"Here, I don't even check if he's alive or dead once he's locked up. But send the food down safely. You have to die of old age, not starve to death. Even if you die a few decades a day, you can't leave here. Let it rot away and disappear. That's why I'm in hell."

Meereen shuts her ears.

Kalian's words are not wrong. It is said that there are those who are confined, but there are no ones who come out. Meereen also knows that this is a place that can neither live nor die.

"If Lord Castrin hadn't done it, I could have. Getting you out of here."

A new horse in the palm of my hand.

Meereen opens her eyes without even knowing it. A shadow falls on Calian's face with a bright light ahead. Because of the shadow, a red eye that looks like a snake was watching Meereen.

Creepy eyes.

It was never the eyes of the one who came to rescue someone.

"Dead"? "

"He's a magician. Good to know what you're talking about."

Callian smiles slightly.

"Devilan killed you. He interrogated me and executed me immediately. And here we are. Why would I hide it here without killing it? Either he's trying to buy off foreign princes and turn his back on Devil, or... Is there another reason?"

After a meaningful horse, the serpent's cool gaze catches up.

"I am."

I wanted to swallow dry saliva, but I didn't want to. Callian, who saw it, took out his pocket watch and said, checking the time.

"I don't have time. My brother is in a deep sleep, so I don't know when he'll wake up. That's why we have to hurry. So you don't have to do anything weird while I'm gone."

"· · · · · · · Xeon. I know how to contact them. I was contacted through the Jeonseo-gu area. Devil left me here because he didn't say it. I thought I'd put it here if I asked, so I locked it up."

Whatever you're thinking.

Exactly the same.

Khalian nods, muttering in a low voice.

"Devilan can't come see you. This is not the time for you to care. There's a ghost."

Meereen doesn't understand. She stares at Kalian quietly.

"Just tell me. To me, all of it."

"Let me know."

Maybe I'll let you out alive. Calian's smile changed deeply as he hesitated about trying to make a deal.

- Peppermint.

Calian turns his back without a doubt. I wasn't talking. The walking back foot doesn't stop.

"I'll tell you."

Devil couldn't get Meereen out of here anyway.

I felt like I could give up the rest of my life if I could see even a single beam of light. So if we can get out of here right now, there's nothing we can't give up for the rest of our lives.

"I'll tell you all about it."

Calian's feet stop.

Meereen's words begin. And so he stopped.

After a while, a small silver blade gives a young red torch. After a short time, everything sank back into the darkness, deeply and deeply.

* * *

Asrai lights up at the end of the dark sky.

When the time came when the birds who opened their eyes crouched in the cold wind and beaked in their feathers, those who slept around would eventually fall asleep late.

Is it a concern, or is it anger?

I couldn't sleep because I fell asleep in the unknown. Almost half of my life, the smell of sleep that helped me dream good for a long time was gone not long ago. Thanks to you, I was rushed to sleep even at the sound of small sounds.

And so was the dawn.

I couldn't fall asleep for a moment. Then I felt the sky brighten up and I closed my eyes for a little relief.

- Thump, thump, thump.

It's only been five minutes since I asked you to sleep like that. Or maybe it's been ten minutes. I woke up from a shallow sleep when I felt something knocking on my face.

Something exhausting that still feels warm.

An unpleasant aroma of haze from it.

I opened my eyes slightly, and I felt like something was shining, so I just opened my eyes that I was about to fall asleep.

"Don't get up. I haven't seen you in days, and you don't have to greet me like that."

Besides, if she wakes up, she'll be dead.

The whispering voice is gentle. Words that I've ever known have different meanings or have been confused for a while.

It would have been really chaotic had it not been for the short dagger that landed towards the glabella and the blood drops that plummeted along its tip. This is what his loving son said to his father.

"He comes every day. I really didn't expect you every day."

"I thought you knew I was no good at lying. So I thought I would wait and believe, and I was almost disappointed because I was asleep."

"I waited. I don't think he's coming today, so I just lay down."

"You're excited. I was afraid I'd show up again today."

"I wouldn't be wrong to say that."

You hear the laughter of the rain pouring down from the window. So Devil suddenly wonders. Not who the owner of the blood is on the tip of that wily blade, or who will now have my blood on it, or anything like that.

"Why are you smiling?"

I don't know what's funny.

"I sleep a lot in the morning, myself. But now it's pretty fun to say the opposite. How can it not be fun when you're having a good night's sleep when it's daylight?"

Even as I speak, the tip of the blade does not waver. There were no drops of blood falling now, but it was hard to cool my head because of the warmth of others flowing down the snow. Thanks to this, my fingertips were getting cold as opposed to pretending to be fine.

Devil doesn't lie.

Really, I couldn't sleep in fear. I couldn't feel his eyes because he whispered to me every day. Even if he did come, it was a ghost, and even if he didn't come, it was a ghost.

"Besides, I see the frightened face of the king of Cecritia. It's been a long time."

"Don't you worry if you have ears to hear? If it's known that Prince Cairys is saying these things, there won't be any good words."

"No one here listens to me and tells me anything else."

"You're too sure you didn't do magic. Watching me fall like this at a glance."

"I trust the ears of my sword. Not carelessness."

Callian makes a jaw.

At the end of the fine line, the knight with the expressionless face stands upright. Despite not knowing his name, Devil nods eventually. Callian didn't lie, so now he knows there's no one here, either.

"And I'm still pretending not to know. Today this is not a tower that you let your guard down, but a tomb that you have built with your own hands for a long time. You already know."

Someone who won't reflect even if the last moment comes.

I wouldn't blame anyone else, but I wouldn't blame myself either. It was Devilan. He knew better than anyone that he was.

Devil smiles.

Kiri understands that the end of that smile is a little different from what he heard the first day he arrived at this palace. That's why I looked at Kalian without knowing it. Then I turned my head again. Kalian has already noticed the same thing.

"I'm sure you'll have a lot of visitors today. So it has to be this messy. It's the end of your world."

From the day we first met, only the sweet-hearted whisper of Devil stopped.

Chip, chip.

The last drop of blood falls over Devil's head.