How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Raven eats weed.

However, I eat it, although the difficult condition is that the weed should be 'handed over by Prince Cairis'.

Not as much as Estina, who roams around and fills her stomach on her own, but she wouldn't say no to Calian when he touches her. I made a compromise last year while I was in the city of Elves. Of course, Raven made a compromise.

"Thank you, Raven. Good."

So, Kalian stroked the very peculiar raven that he had sprouted on top of the grass he handed over, as well as the "salad full of fresh vegetables for the health of our prince."

That morning, Arsen laughed as if he was satisfied with Calian handing Jan's salad over to my horse because of the reason that he was busy roasting pork four times and had no room to grass in his belly, and the excuse that Raven should eat something good was mixed in half. Then he grabbed Raven's big black head with his arms and saddled it.

You probably don't know that the same thing was looking at Calian and Raven with a subtle face of a pickled pea instead of breakfast. Maybe.

"Let's go."

Plants, who had eaten like horses in their slumbers and somehow failed to resist the laughter, also boarded the horse alongside Arsenal, making a strange sound. It is then northwest of Bridget Forest, departing for the town of Elves that Alan had informed you about.

Raven, that was a strawberry and that was something else. You can't eat it because you're hungry. '

Plants closes his eyes for a moment, listening to his sister. So I was trying to get rid of the suspicion that my brother might see me the same way as I do.

"Sir."

"Why."

"Something bothering you? You keep making that face."

"No."

"Lies."

I always know the same face about Plants. It would be better to find out the cause, but it's not enough to know.

But what can I do? I can't be your big brother and show you my tiny face in front of him. I can't help but stare at the blue-haired lunatic wizard who's still groping over Calian's salad.

"· · · · · · · · · · · Ha."

Truly a peaceful morning.

"If it's because of the dream you had."

No, it's not.

Not because of a dream, but because of the rice that your son fed to that wonderful horse, the same as mine.

I can't say that.

"· · · · · · Tell us about your dream."

"No."

I just said no.

Could Chase have imagined himself for the color of his hair, Sinister for the color of his vision, Mother's Tree for the answer to his question.

If I told Callian about what I had seen other than red instead of black, I would know if it was a real dream, but I didn't tell her.

"No, it wasn't. Bad dream."

"That's a relief. But please tell me if there's anything strange."

"I understand."

"Yes."

I can't even ask you that.

* * *

A town of Elves.

Alan has permission to enter. However, Adelia and Sergeine were not only uninvited, but also banished.

"Elves sometimes have the ability to transcend time. Among the elves I knew, there was a child who was a little bit unpredictable to speak of. I feel a little bit maternally influenced. I would say intuition is not great because of the power of foresight, but it has certainly increased my ambiguity compared to the" past. ""

The coordinates Alan gave me.

The entrance to Elf Village.

Until we got there, the Mother Tree did not make any paper.

"Of course, the Mother Tree had the same ability. More broadly and more accurately, it seems to recognize what's beyond time. When Mother's Tree sent her teacher into the village, she didn't know what kind of fight would happen between the two Great Wizards."

"Of course you did."

"I think so, too. In fact, even if we don't look forward to the future, if two fearsome wizards enter an empty village, anyone can make that prediction. However, the tree did not stop the teacher from entering it."

The other day, the change bag who came to see Arsen told me he has Sergei's identity. It was also said that Sergei seemed to have been exiled from the forest.

But the Mother Tree did not banish Alan, even though she knew it would destroy the village.

"Isn't Captain Manasil incapable of banishing? It wasn't the Mother Tree who stopped the fight, but the Sispanians helped her."

"There's still no earthquake damage to Cairys."

"Yes. I agree with Sir Hertz and I think he's right. Since there has not been an earthquake yet in the land of Cairis, I do not think that Mother's tree is not strong enough to stop the teacher's visit."

Mother's tree is not weaker than Alan's. However.

"I thought there was no reason to stop the teacher, but I don't think there was any reason to stop the fight because the Sispanians had to stop the fight going back in time. If so · · · · · · · ·."

"It's Cecritia."

"Yes. It was Cecritia that did not stop the teacher's visit, and perhaps she used the power of the Sispanians to stop the fight and repair it. That's what I think."

"You mean Serenti's influence, my prince?"

"Serenti and the Sispanians were not bad, and the Sispanians are still holding Serenti's share. There was no name for Danu in any of the Crusades. Danu, like the Sispanians, was a creature of Serenti's own making."

Callian opens his mouth again, answering Arsen's words.

"And this land, of course, I don't believe anymore, but it's known as the Blessing of Serenti."

Arsen nods, recalling Serenti's time when blue light was falling like snow.

"I remember. It happened all over Cecretia, and I heard it hasn't appeared on Tensyl soil since Tensyl's independence."

"That's right, I thought that no matter how sleepy Serenti was, if Serenti and Danu didn't get along so well, I wouldn't be able to use my powers in Serendia."

"So that's why you didn't make way for the elves here."

It was Plants' question, and Calian frowned slightly and answered.

"I don't know. When Devil was threatening these woods, Danube wouldn't let the elves in this village escape through the forest. That's why I finally met the Elves' elders."

"And then it opened."

"Yes. Lord Seiren and Lord Grace had a fight in these woods. because you promised me that you would."

"Yes."

"I told you at the time, but I thought somehow Danno didn't open the way for me to come here. This is where I started, and I came here myself. Rather, it was harder to open the path of the forest and I couldn't open it, but now I keep thinking that Danno tried to call me, so I blocked the path of the Elves."

It's hard to explain myself.

Calian smiles embarrassingly, unable to tell you what it feels like entirely.

"It's strange."

"Not really."

"It's not weird."

Plants and Arsen said something mildly untrue, because someone who had been through something even weirder.

The possibility that the Mother Tree could not give me my powers in Cecritia, and that the Mother Tree did not pave the way to the forest in order to lead Kalian here with any intention.

Callian makes a small voice with both of them in mind.

"There must be a reason. You'll see."

"Yes."

When Calian sees the strained face of Plants and Arsen with a more relaxed expression than ever before, he sighs and opens his mouth.

"I don't know if I'll ever really meet the Mother Tree, or if I'll ever find my memory. because there's one occasion in the bay. Danu and the Sispanians are not human. Their consideration and understanding are different from human standards. So maybe."

"You might be shocked by what you can't see."

Plants, who cut off Calian's story, heads to Arsen.

"I already know enough."

"I've never heard of him, Your Royal Highness."

"You said you were fine."

"Yes. I don't mean it's not okay."

"That's it, then."

You only have to listen to the warnings a hundred times to realize that every moment you go through is a lie. Plants gives you the opportunity not to waste any more of your time.

"Go."

"Yes."

Callian sighs.

Soon Raven takes a step forward.

And then, the world changed.

* * *

A barren hill.

Danu's realm of looking at time and twisting the space at will.

The landscape changed completely as I walked one step inward. Until the end, I was in a dense forest, but one day I was facing a completely different place.

There was a small village where I was perfectly found by the hands of the Sispanians. You see the rolling cliffs and the clouds that stopped halfway up the high cliffs.

- Whoo-hoo!

Calian narrows his eyes and turns back, feeling the breeze on me. Plants follows Kalian into town, momentarily stiffening his shoulders. The last time Arsen appeared, his eyes were stunned.

"Here · · · · · · · · · · ·."

"Sir Hertz. Do you have a cape?"

Arsen notices the situation and already starts looking in his pockets. He nods. Then he took out a dark blue cloak and gave it to Plants. I'm sure Calian didn't find it to use.

"Put it on. Warmth spell." "

In an instant, Plants' fingertips turned blue and wrapped around his cloak. Calian, who took his eyes off Plants, leaps right off the saddle.

"Raven, go outside."

Then you dispatch Raven outside the town limits to Bridget Forest.

Plants and Arsen did the same thing when they saw him. Arsen was able to enchant himself with warmth, Plants was surrounded by a warming cloak handed to him by Arsen, and Kalian did not burn in cold, but the horses did not. We won't last 10 minutes in this cold.

Once again, Calian turns to see if Plants and Arsen are okay, and takes a closer look at the town.

"It was clear until I came in, but I couldn't believe it even when I saw the blizzard."

It was as Arsen said.

It was clear until I came in.

One step brings snow. Blizzard's coming.

The snow is unbelievably high and all the villages on the hill are white and frozen. Everything that could freeze was frozen. Not the trees, not the dry grass, not the flowers buried in the clear ice.

"My prince, is there such a place in the north of Cecritia?"

"Nothing."

Not to mention Libern, which is further south than Cecretia and Cecretia, but Tensile, which has not risen to the north than Cairis, whose flowers have bloomed in spring, has also never seen this.

So this is it.

"· · · · · · The Great Desert."

It's the Great Desert.

Even higher than that, not in the southern Great Desert where the wolves live, the sand is everywhere. The Northern Great Desert says it snows all year and freezes without rest for a single moment. It was there.

This time, the Great Desert was connected in the middle of the forest of Cecretia, as it had been connected to the unsuspecting sea in the south of Cairys.

"You didn't say anything like this."

Arsen's cloak didn't make your skin dry, but the fresh wind feels even. The slight frowning plant looks underfoot and replies.

"You moved the terrain."

"Yes, I think so."

Beneath the thick ice that stood on its feet, a bouquet of flowers was stuffed neatly without losing its light. It was the Borat flower, Minesia, that once filled the deputy commander's room of the Wilhelm Cove with a good scent. It was also a flower that grows in the north of Cecritia and in the center of Cairis.

As Arsen wraps around the giant shield that will block the wind, Calian opens his mouth with his eyes as sharp as the wind. The voice was a little louder than usual to avoid being blocked by the wind.

"I wonder if they moved to a place far from Serenti because the Elves no longer live there."

"You'll see."

Plants' silent voice was the same as usual. He would have listened to Kalian anyway, and the blue-haired maniac wouldn't have had to listen.

Soon, one prosecutor, one wizard, and one job were as complex as personality. It is fortunate that Arsen froze all the snow that had been piled up to waist height all around him, so that the movement was easy, and the town was not so big.

"How will you find Mother's Tree here?"

Arsen's voice echoes.

One inch was enough to speak in a sphere of ice.

"Wait a minute."

Calian takes a quick look around, and sets foot in one direction. I didn't answer Arsenal's question much.

Arsen's eyes then open as he walks along. Plants paused for a moment. I thought I knew what Calian saw and moved his feet.

Dark green roof. A stone wall.

- Terrun, Orsay, Retes.

A thick wooden door.

Strange names engraved on the big white stone on the door.

- Whitlin.

And at the end of that, a familiar word.

Queen Freya Whitlin's castle is written there.

Since the Elves didn't use Bondi Castle, that would be someone's name. Freya, who has entered the palace of Cairys, must be the name of someone important enough to make it her castle.

"· · · · · · · Stay a while. I'll be back."

Plants nods without a word.

Now, Calian walks in front of the house where no one lives. I stood at the door. And slowly reached out.

Queek, queek.

As strange as the names written together, the strange noise rang for a moment.

There is a deep darkness.

In it, Kalian steps forward.