How to Live as the Enemy Prince

A hand as small as yours moves.

A finger tucked behind the glass jar looks for a yellow candy and picks it up. Then Riley immediately put what she had in her hand in her mouth, but instead, she put a lot of concentration on her face. I want to know what it tastes like by smelling candy or looking inside transparent candy.

"It'll taste like lavender."

Siona, who was beside me, smiled deeply because of her incredibly serious voice. When Riley heard that, she pointed out the candy.

"You don't think so?"

"Yes."

"Then what do you think it tastes like?"

"I think it's strawberries."

"Why strawberries?"

"An elf's intuition."

"You said she didn't have that ability."

"Well, let's just say it's a prosecutor's intuition. Then why are you a lavender?"

"It's just that I was reminded of a lavender cookie I had a while ago."

"But it's not flavor, it's fragrance."

"No, it smelled like lavender. It tasted good."

"Let's just say that. But don't forget that some of the sweets I had before didn't smell like flowers."

"You can't guarantee that nothing ever happens before, Siona."

Multiplied by more than the age difference between Plants and Arsen, the vast distance between those who surpassed the age difference of almost thirty.

"Since it wasn't there before, there's a good chance it won't ever be."

"No. Demirea said you shouldn't stop what didn't happen so easily."

So right now, the conversation between the Duke and the Duke is leading to a serious debate about what the candy tastes like and what the right attitude towards the future is not coming.

"There's a limit to negative judgments based on past events. The Sispanians can't guarantee what happens next. So this could be lavender."

Siona's golden eyes stare at Riley.

Demireana, who has told a child less than a decade old, tries to understand it and taste the candy.

"Yes, I was short on ideas."

Because everyone in Brissen was cruel, we can't be sure that the future is the same for anyone who stood in front of the waves and watched the sea without fail or who wanted to taste the candy in a jar of glass.

Demirea told me not to draw the line that she would grow up with the past events of Brycen. Slayman and Sherry gave me a candy different from the inside so that I wouldn't give up on the appearance of her flesh.

"I was sure it wouldn't taste like lavender, but I won't let it."

Siona gives him a goodwill apology because she couldn't ruin what they had worked so hard to tell her because she didn't want to lose the fight.

The apple lily smiles brightly and puts the candy in her mouth. And he shrugged his shoulders with a frown all over his face.

"You're both wrong. It tastes like underripe pear, Siona."

There is no guarantee that there will be no sweets that taste like flowers, but there is no guarantee that they will only taste like ripe fruit. I also learned one thing today in Riley, who saw the crunchiness of candy that was hard to predict. Of course, Cionado is one and the same.

Soon, she awkwardly raised her hand and stroked Riley's head. It was found on the Marquis, and now the Lerie, who has the attention and love of the elephant family, has not yet asked me how and when I ate an unfrozen belly.

- Cheers.

So, the door of the reception opened when one young human and one big elf gave and received the truth of life by placing a candy and arguing for a moment after making up. Then one taller person and one taller person came in.

"Lirier."

Thanks to this, a tall, relatively small person called out the name of Riley. It was Demirea, the soga master and custodian of Riley.

After seeing Demirea's face, Riley checks the time on the wall and wakes up.

"It's time to practice, Siona."

"Yes. I'll be down there in a minute and look after you."

"Can I hold the knife? You hurt your stomach."

A small finger on the Riley points to Siona's ship.

Siona was in this house, and Slayman returned to Cairysis. And unlike when we met last fall, Siona was completely healed from her wounds. So, naturally, it followed. A very favorable greeting, the battle between the sovereigns.

Of course, Siona lost.

It was not to the extent of puncture or organ damage, but it was still pretty badly injured.

- Don't worry about it! When I almost died the last time I fought Castrin, there was a man in the palace who made me well.

With a skilled healer in mind, only Slay doesn't bite down on the attack, smiling faintly as if he had taken a strange look at his condolences.

- No, sir.

- Who, the Balkans healer?

- Yes, sir.

- You quit?

- I'm in Cecretia. You didn't know that and you made me this way. There's a lot of blood.

- No, why didn't you tell me you didn't have it?

- Why didn't you tell me you didn't know? What did my father do without even hearing about it?

- I made candy.

- You've been buying candy all winter.

I used to walk Jan every day with Sherry. Jan bit off all my violins this time, so I got a new one. His biting habits don't change at all, but I think he's got the wrong name. You don't listen to me because he looks just like me.

- So why don't you tell your dog his name?

That's it.

Whether it was the blood spilling or the blood pressure spilling, Shiona dozed off without hearing any more of that tranquil woman's conversation.

I was reminded of the day I got hurt, and Siona held back the pain in my stomach. Then he calmly replied to Riley.

"I can take care of you without a knife."

"Okay, fine. I'm practicing stabbing for the first time today."

"Stab?"

Siona quickly nodded again, not even knowing it.

"No, I get it. Learn well."

"Yeah, see you later."

It was not intended for the Black Thrust used by Siegfried. It's a heavy sword to break or cut. That's why I often forget. about the color of her hair, whose sword she will learn, and which sword she will learn, waving her hands around.

"Watch out for the knife."

"It's a wooden knife anyway."

"Yes."

Siona raises her hand and answers Riley's greeting.

That way, Riley goes out with Demirea, and then Siona looks at the other person who entered the reception room.

Dark wine hair, brown eyes.

A middle-aged, short-haired woman who is much different from Demirea's curly hair. The second daughter of the Vilman Kinz Change Bag, also known as the Master of Spearing, and the wife of Slayman.

It was Sherry.

"Wounds."

A black blouse that sticks to her neck and a long vest of pomegranate, knee-deep in trousers, asks for Siona. And I put down a small glass of medicine and a plate of caramel.

Siona smiled and replied with a cup of tea containing dried apples and blueberries instead of caramelized medicine.

"I'm doing well, by the way."

"Good for you."

Sherry was also a spear-handler, so she didn't offer apologies or reward for getting injured in the greeting. I knew that I wouldn't blame the opponent if I won the duel, got hurt, or died if I couldn't hold the sword again.

However, the guest who was staying in the mansion was injured, so he was treating them. Slayman, who had always been stabbed and broken by Beigo, had as much knowledge as the therapist who had gone after his first son.

"I'd like to see a spear in a long time when I'm all better."

"Sure."

A small smiling serie nods and replies, moving only the tail of his mouth. As I expected, I no longer said that I was worried about my health, even before I was healed.

Soon, Sherry's eyes turned towards the jar of candy in Riley.

After following that gaze, Siona opened her mouth first.

"I'm not worried about Sogaju, I'm worried about Riley."

"I've been worried about both of them. It's been a long time since I've been able to meet her for a second, but I can't help it if I went to Cecretia."

"It's early to be quick, but you don't have to worry because you're learning the sword well."

"It's more important if you're interested in swords. That's something I need to take a slow look at myself."

Sherry's gaze was on Siona this time.

"Actually, there was more to worry about. I have to say I'm relieved that you're doing better with Riley than I thought."

Sherry looks deeply into Siona's eyes. Siona laughs with the sound of a gust of wind, as if she knew it would come from you.

"You didn't think I'd swing a knife at Riley."

"Yes."

"I may be an Elf, but I'm not that cruel."

"You don't know that."

"Of course I was concerned. Of course I was. I decided not to touch it. The perpetrator is different, but he can't hurt anyone. You're worried about me and you're letting me stay here."

"There's a soju, no way. No matter how much you walk on the sword, you can't take away what Siegfried protects."

A single master can slaughter dozens or more wizards. However, it is never easy to confront a family of knights, the Knights of Siegfried, and Demirea. It meant I believed it and let it go.

Siona may have decided to hurt Riley for some reason.

There is silence between the two.

Sherry, who was sitting silently for a moment, slowly opened her mouth.

"Change bag, no. You left behind the Count of Brissen. That was surprising."

"Sogaju told me the first day I came here. I'm going to teach her the Sword of Brissen, too. So I asked him how he was going to teach it, and he said his fiancée who didn't keep his promises was going to teach me. He told me that while he was teaching my brother, whether he taught with him or with him, he would do it himself."

"That's why you let the late Lord Bryson live."

"Maybe Sogaju's bride is Prince Kalian."

"That's right."

"I thought Prince Kalian had chosen to live to be the Marquis, but it was no longer my business." I also heard that it seemed like he was about to place my brother in the seat of the Lord of Brissen, so Prince Kalian would want to take matters into his own hands in due time. If Freya's son turns up, I'm out of my league. And when I met him, he had a pretty solid angle. "

Siona came here thinking about killing Grey Brissen, but she changed her mind about letting him live for another reason.

"I was fortunate that the second prince, Lyri, and I were so different from the Bricen I knew."

Like yellow candy doesn't always taste like yellow fruit.

During the time of Roselita, the man who came to Siegfried Land, Sherry, who was reminded of Plants, slowly nodded.

"Yes."

Soon, Siona picked up another cup of tea. Suddenly, I flinched my arm to see if the wound moved. The wind shifts the sword that was leaning against the bridge.

- Daughter.

The bubble on the edge of the blade grip echoes with a resounding sound.

Following the sound for a moment, Siona looks at the drop and lowers her tea cup.

At this very moment, I had no idea that Calian had found a bubble that looked just like it, that had entered a house somewhere far away.

* * *

- I don't know his last name.

I didn't ask any more specifically because I always only said her name.

- I know very little about you two. In fact, I learned my sister's name because I found a letter that my mother left me.

Kirrier.

I taught him the sword, knowing only his age and name. I learned everything well in Kiri and was always enthusiastic.

It was okay to not know anything else about Kiri for a long time. Then I asked him why he became a knight. Not the first name, but what the last name is. Then Kiri didn't know it. And he asked me to buy him a drink.

- My father was born and died not long ago. that they were found on the banks of the Seine one morning. Maybe you've had a lot to drink, I think. So I always thought I wouldn't drink, but it didn't work.

In Secreta, I went to a small bar.

It was a place far outside the window on the third floor where you could see the red bird sculpture on the roof of Serenti Shrine. It wasn't particularly bitten, but Bern stepped aside. So I drank alcohol together quietly.

- And then my mother suddenly died. It wasn't accurate, but it was written in the letter.

Kiri said, "I drank."

Bern did not ask again about Kiri.

And I made Kiri the first knight to be knighted without a castle in Cecritia. Unlike Kalian when he met Kiri again, Bern had the strength to do so.

So in the past, it was just Kiri.

'Whitlin.'

How can I think about this person in the portrait and not be Hina's mother? It's as if Calian has Freya, Jan and Demirea have Slayman, Plants have Silica, and Bern and Chase have Devilan in them.

- Knock, knock, knock.

I unknowingly tapped Calian's finger on the desk.

In the meantime, I opened the second and third drawers.

A lot of what came out of the drawer was listed in front of Kalian's fingers. Kalian moves his hand again. And I began to turn dark brown, and I went down through the letters on the low-quality paper.

I looked at them and forgot for a moment.

The weather outside, and two people standing in between. I told you to wait, I'll be back soon.

- Jubbuck, Jubbuck.

I looked at them and didn't notice.

Arsen advised us to go inside, rather than see the prince hit by a blizzard because he only had half a shield.

- Tak!

That Plants, who came into the house looking for his brother who hasn't been back for too long, will come to Calian's place as if he doesn't need to be disturbed. I told my younger brother who was surprised or angry to knock on my desk and take the data I was looking at carefully.

"· · · · · · · · What."

Khalian, who missed the sound of footsteps that were no longer vigilant, could not have expected the data to be confiscated. The dusty plant sits on the bed and stares at what Kalian saw.

"Just give it to me. Don't look."

After all the conversations Bern and Kiri had, the conversations Hina and Kalian had, Kirie and Freya's memories came out all at once, Kalian quickly reached out for the missing data.

- Falak, Falak, Falak.

Plants passes the page by as if it were a passing page to Khalian. You hear Plants' voice in Calian's ears, eager to accept it.

"This is the room of an elf named Whitrin."

"Yes."

"That looks like Queen Freya's portrait."

"Yes, that's right."

"And that's it."

Plants pauses, his finger pointing to the data with Kalian in it.

"A letter from an elf named Whitrin. To Queen Freya."

"Yes, it is."

"Whitrin's husband was found dead while working at Evan's house, and Whitlin was trying to find out. It was written, right?"

In the words of Plants, who recalled the letters of the rough data in his head, Kalian frowned.

"You can't be any smarter."

"No."

Calian takes a short sigh and shakes his head up and down.

"It looked like Queen Aisha had a soldier just before her husband died. Is that true too?"

Kalian doesn't answer.

Because Kalian couldn't lie.