How to Live as the Enemy Prince

I can't say I understand.

I can't even say I don't understand it.

That's all Callian ever said. I was trapped in the sin of many people, and I ended up with the face of a broken child.

On behalf of the child who left, in the position of the person who is perfect but also the only party. In that position, he replied with a grumbling brother like Randall or Remain. I don't understand it, but I don't understand it.

And I asked.

"What would you like to apologize for? Dear Brother Randall."

Why, instead of a child who couldn't even tell his father of his death, he continued to receive Laprania instead of Anelucia.

"Why, brother."

Why, Plants.

Now come on, Randall.

What are you trying to apologize for? Why would Plants, not Calian, accept an apology from Randall? I asked for it.

"Do I really need an answer?"

"You don't want to answer."

"I can't."

"I understand."

Calian nods, anxiously trying to unravel the unsolved question.

"Join Kyrie for afternoon training. I won't be able to watch you die by your sword today. I have a lot on my mind."

"· · · · · · · Teach them all."

He turns his standing foot away from his brother and blocks Kalian's path out of the training ground this time.

"You can't even protect yourself. My brother."

"Have you ever taught me what I can't protect?"

"You always think ahead when you fight. I told you not to do that."

"That's because of you."

"If you're curious, ask. You can't do that."

"I asked. You said you couldn't answer."

"If you're really curious. Maybe we should ask him again."

"No, me neither."

"Why."

"I'm afraid the questions I don't want to ask will come up."

Calian shuts up, hiding his cool gaze.

Plants closes his eyes for a moment, without even thinking about cutting off a lot of horse tails today, or wondering what the unwanted question is. And without saying a word, you take a step aside and step aside in front of Kalian. After that, I took a big step. I didn't say I'd go first, but I walked out with my lips tighter and tighter.

Callian didn't make a difference. You do not greet Plants passing by you. I didn't even look back at where Plants was a moment ago. No, I didn't.

- The reason I wanted to apologize is because I thought I'd lost my brother forever because of Randall.

I'm afraid I'll have to ask you that.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you that.

Plants continues to tease, leaving behind Kalyan, who swallowed a question he couldn't. After entering the bathroom on the fourth floor of Chermill Palace with a face that doesn't show anything, I washed for a long time. After that, he refuses the salad and milk he prepared, and prepares to go right back out.

"It looks like it's raining and it's a little cold, so I've prepared a jacket that's a little thicker than yesterday."

Learic nods with a dry nod.

I filled my neck with dark grey shirt buttons, and wore black pants and vests. He tightens the black tie with a silver embroidery, and gives something to Raleigh in front of ManPlants. It continues to be said that the newly fitted accessories arrived yesterday on their own.

I glanced down at the jewelry as I listened to him.

"I think a bright accessory would go best with dark clothes today."

Pale purple.

A pair of cuffs and shirt embellishment made from diamonds with a pale sparkle sensitivity. It caught my eye. I just kept staring at it without saying anything.

Whether you don't like it, whether you want to get something else out, or whether you're just going to walk around without jewelry today. When he opened his mouth to get those words out.

- Boom!

Plants, holding a dark grey jacket with another acolyte by his side, wears it with my hands. Surprised, Raric hands over the jewelry chest to another acolyte and approaches Plants.

"Your Majesty, I'll do it for you."

"You."

"Yes?"

Raleigh hurries to figure out what Plants meant when he asked me a sudden question.

"I'm sorry. You mean what Prince Randall is doing right now?"

"Of course I'm here."

"Oh, yes. He's still on the fifth floor today. I heard Prince Kalian gave me a huge pair of garden scissors, and Den is very worried that he hasn't tried them and hasn't stepped outside. and see if you're feeling sick."

It hurts.

Plants opens his mouth again, worrying about what Randall's acolytes are doing.

"The door."

"· · · · · · · Ah, yes. No one gets in."

Plants nods.

Then he looks at the Cinna he left next to him, looking back at the jewelry he had removed a moment ago.

"There is."

"You mean stay here? Where are you going alone?"

The white face moves up and down once more.

You're still an agent on the fifth floor, so maybe you want to take a walk to unwind. Is he going to Wilhelm's coffin by himself? Maybe he's hungry.

When I don't even know what the person I'm with is thinking inside of me, and I have no idea where he's going.

- Jubbuck.

With the last button on the jacket, the plants move loudly. Not the door, the terrace.

"Low. If you're going to get some air, I'm going to get some tea."

Perhaps if Callian had done this and Jan had witnessed it, he would have stopped the terrace. Regrettably, Raleigh is not that young yet.

- Jubbuck, Jubbuck.

So after it rained, I thought about what kind of car would be a bit naive in the empty space of a person who was trying to get some air on the cold morning terrace.

- Ta-ah!

Plants strapped onto the terrace's spectacular handrail leap lightly over it. The Sinister, whom I had set up well, was suddenly in his hands.

"Down! The door on the third floor is unlocked, so you can just go down the stairs." "

I don't want to fight on the third floor with a knife, so I don't know what you're thinking, but it's better to stop you from going down through the terrace again. "Raleigh, who has not figured out the situation in half, quickly stops Plants.

Of course, Plants did not answer.

Leaving the other acolytes and maids alone, including the reminiscent Leek, wondering if going downstairs would bother you that much.

"· · · · · · · I, ha?"

Fifth floor, boom.

I climbed up.

* * *

Responsibility.

A person should know that he or she is responsible for what he or she has done. Just like the peas I worked so hard to raise ran straight to Chermill to fix the broken windows in someone else's room.

"What you're saying is,"

No, that the security magic in Chermill Palace worked. They say it almost worked, and he sighs low. Someone who has to take the ultimate responsibility for all of this, not for Callian.

"The prince has entered the room of the First Prince."

He was the real guardian of the peas that were in the accident today.

"Nice way to break in, by the way."

"· · · · · · Thank you for fixing it."

My third son returned from his trip and was doing well without incident. It was only after midnight that I went out to meet my brother-in-law on the first day I came back to Cairys that I entered the hospital. It was only with Remain's permission that I graciously folded Grey's waist at the first aristocratic meeting when I came back. Perhaps it was a friendly education to teach the royal family how to say hello. That kind of work no longer falls within the scope of 'accidents' in Remain's dictionary.

Anyway.

So you're all grown up now. I didn't do anything, but I've grown up on my own. If I say I'm great at it, I'll yell at Alan again, so I just have to stay calm. And I kept caring about what the first one was doing, and the second one had an accident. If not, I would walk the curtain today or go out to the garden tomorrow. When will I show my face again? I broke the window. The second one said I would meet the first person who was watching positively.

"Landel's room is on the fifth floor."

"His Majesty's room is on the fourth floor."

"· · · · · · Thanks for explaining."

I don't know how the hell I got in there, but I did. The second room was on the fourth floor, so I went to the fifth floor terrace.

It's because I have three kids.

What should we do, one by one, to get out of sight?

"By the way, is there any injured child?"

"My mind was really hurt, and I didn't hear you say I was hurt."

There's another knife in Alan's mouth.

I also know that Le Maine's fault is outrageous. Remain nods quietly, and Allan opens his mouth again, watching him silently.

"The two of you are having a conversation and Prince Kalian has come to see you."

"Yes."

Le Maine, who had been distracted for a while, summoned Grand Chamberlain Raul. And he kept his mouth shut so that what was happening in Chermill would never leak out. Remains knew that if this got out of the palace, the three jaws of Plants would fall off immediately, and then there was a big problem inside of Plants.

- Bloop!

Remain rises from his seat with instructions not to let the Knights of Chermill make hasty movements. I heard Alan's voice straightaway.

"Are you going to Chermill?"

"Knowing the situation, I gave you urgent instructions. Shouldn't we go?"

"Stay."

As long as there's a fight going on about something else, Alan won't stop Remain, either. But maybe it has something to do with the old Kalian. I couldn't leave Remain in the middle of a situation where I didn't know what Standing Plants was going to say.

Lemaine closes her eyes for a moment and opens her eyes. And I made a slightly lower voice.

"It's about my sons. Besides, it's because of me. I'm going to look into it. Please don't stop me."

"Don't confuse care with meddling. You don't have all the right to interfere because it's about your children. Not everything that happened because of you is something you can interfere with. So just for today. Keep your eyes peeled."

"But, Marquis."

"That shouldn't be difficult. You've done enough already."

You put the knife in Allen's mouth again.

The blade eventually stopped Remain's feet.

* * *

I put up with what I couldn't say to Callian once.

Why did you pick out such a color accessory on a day like this? Why did you show me a day like this that would remind me of someone else? I endured a bad word that I was about to pour out at Leek once.

I climbed up and asked.

- Thump.

How long are you planning on hiding?

I asked.

There are no answers coming back over the window.

- Thump, thump.

Three times.

I endured it all three times.

"· · · · · · · Long time."

The night Evan died.

The day a knight masquerading as an escort jumped out of Plants' spear. Even though the same sound I heard that day came from my room, Randall was not surprised.

If I brought it, I would just swing it against the window. I didn't even ask why I hit the window with a straight arm with a black soft hand. He resembled my mother and put it down because he was afraid to ask if it was because he was acting like this because he couldn't see it. Because I didn't think I'd have to pass it on now.

"You know, it's been a long time."

"It's been a season."

You hear the commotion of the knights outside the gate again.

If Randall shouts one more time, he'll come straight inside, but he won't come in right away. He doesn't even know that Plants is holding a knife, and even if he comes in here, he'll be forced to follow if he orders him to leave again. They were royal knights, Landel was prince, and Plants was prince.

For this reason, Randall's deep blue eyes reach the tip of Plants' hand, not expecting anything from the knights outside. A dark grey jacket sleeves were dripping with red blood.

- Thump, thump.

Red blood from wounds that extend from the calf's fingers to the elbows. It watered the pale brown carpet gradually.

"You needed medical attention."

"I don't need it."

Randall dares to look down at the bloodstain where something like him might be mixed up a little, and Plants dares not look at the bloodstain for a moment.

"Thank goodness."

"Yes, thank God."

"You needed a salutation."

"Please, I'll take it."

"If you accept, I'll learn where the tower is."

"You will."

"Yes."

"I understand."

I would rather leave the palace than be polite to the Crown Prince. Just as expected, Plants nods. I didn't come up here to take an example or to drive the quiet brothers who live upstairs out of the palace.

"If you don't need medical attention or a salutation, go down now. It doesn't look like they're getting the car out."

"I came to hear what you are saying."

"You're not going to be happy to hear what I have to tell you."

"I'm tired of being like my mother. No, I'll listen to something else."

"What else did you have to say?"

"I do."

"Later. Would I give up such a thing?"

"I'm not leaving until you do."

He was looking for a cup of tea before handing over the first chapter of the book that had been quietly opened. He didn't answer to say Moore. Then he broke the spear and came in. He didn't need a greeting or a car, so he asked me to say something else.

Randall nods, briefly lifting the sound of the clock.

"What can I do to get there?"

"Apologize."

"Why would I tell you?"

"Not me, but your brother."

I already know you're not talking about Plants.

Plants would never call himself Randall's brother.

"Why should I come to him now?"

"I do."

"As long as he is there. I have a reason to tell you instead of my youngest."

"No more delays, no more hiding, no more hiding, no more turning away. You, too. You can't look."

"What."

"Facts."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know, you hide like this because you know."

Blood flows from deep lacerations.

Plants, with his hands up, toss it down at Randall's feet. The sound of a murky fall echoes through the quiet room.

Plants soon raises his hand. At first glance, he pointed to a box where he could tell whose gift it was.

"He showed me the sword and gave you the blade to remove the rose branch."

Tsk.

"That's the kind of kid you are. That's right. I really can't remember. The child you turned away from is really the one who will give it to you. You really think you can't use it, you can't throw it away, and you're hiding. Are you really breathing like this without knowing what's broken?"

A red droplet drops.

From the hands of Plants, to the feet of Randall.

- Roses look like annexia. Brother.

Tsk.

- So when I look at the red roses, I think of Anelucia. What should I say to whom every single one of them should say? What should I say? That's what I thought. So I like your garden.

"The rose that you smoked after your brother left, really. Is the rose right?"

Tsk.

Chip.

"· · · · · · Rose was right."

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

There is silence that does not flow backwards, no matter what.