How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Exterior surface.

Yeah, I turned my back. I closed my eyes and closed my ears and kept my mouth shut. He did not know how to live his life.

I lived knowing that.

I lived believing that.

I lived like that.

I lived there as I had seen and heard. If I lived like that, I thought it was life.

"You said it wasn't a rose."

I wonder if the rose was right. Life was right to live without even solving one simple question. I asked as if I was walking in a dream without answering that easy question.

"Is that what you think?"

"Are you asking me?"

Landel's gaze rises.

I looked down at the long sword, which was thrown out of my way.

I looked down at the thick, red drop of blood behind the edge of the sword.

- Callian.

It reminded me of a red drop of blood that had fallen on the dining table one day. It reminded me of a new red drop of blood on my lips that the rose was about to bloom.

It reminds me of a red rose that had been cut off and tumbled into white hands.

- Look at me. Not this.

Deep blue eyes.

Invisible windows that existed to keep them closed, not to keep them open.

A window that never wanted to be opened, but now is the way to close it. A cold breeze blows through the shattered glass. Because of the early spring rains.

"· · · · · · · It's windy. I heard it rained."

A new breeze in the crack opened my eyes. So I closed my eyes.

After blowing through the cracks, my eyes burst, and all I could think about was the deep blue abyss. I couldn't overcome the envelope.

The small, unsightly rose.

The red rose.

I couldn't stand the thought of it withering in the rain and blooming again at night. I'm sick to my heart, I'm sick to my head. I closed my eyes.

"So leave now. It's hard."

That the child who claimed that the rose looked like Annelusia had already disappeared. Said to find out that it was because of the many people who surrounded her. So now, please, tell me to accept the truth.

It was the answer to a request like Chan-chi's second brother.

It was the answer to the blowing wind.

In case it was still an outer surface, I understood it and recognized it, but I couldn't convince myself that I closed my eyes again, my wound still opened my mouth on the wet carpet.

"I'm not going down there until I have an appointment."

"Gekko said you'd take my apology for me. I understand what you're saying."

"That's right."

"Come now, all of a sudden, why are you so persistent?"

Randall opens his eyes, which had been closed for a long time. Then he looked down at the red snapper, which had been stuffed to the ground for a long time.

"I knew the rose I had smoked had been crushed by the child. You said you burned it."

"I did."

"He asked if the child was the same as before. Even with that, you didn't tell me the truth."

"I did."

"Come now, why did you suddenly reveal what you were trying to hide, and why were you so persistent?"

A small rose that was blooming while Callian was on the Roselita. The rose that Randall smoked. The one who got rid of it was Callian. And Plants lied about getting rid of it with my own hands.

Randall once asked Plants a question. Either she's the same old Calian, or she's just Plants' sister now. Even then, Plants did not disclose the facts.

Now Randall is asking why.

Why do you want to hide something like that, now, all of a sudden, reveal it? Why are you now asking me to accept the truth and apologize?

I woke up a window that was perfectly closed. Suddenly.

"· · · · · · · You have to remember the person who left. We need to keep an eye on who's staying."

I heard the answer.

"If you don't know you left after you lost it and you don't know you're staying with them. I was alive, and the living are forgotten. Don't forget that life. You can't just erase it like that."

I heard the answer.

You hear a small, thin voice that is too small for you to hear. You can already hear the sound of the wind.

"I was taught not to erase it like that. So now I know. So before it's too late, before it's completely erased, remember and look. Sir, to you."

The red eyes, filled with roses, filled with bloodshed, filled with flames, and filled with life, looked at the two brothers.

"So you don't have to apologize for it."

Don't apologize for it.

"I'll take it myself. I am."

I'll take it myself.

That's what Kalian said.

* * *

You remove the excessive blood spatter.

I took off all the broken windows.

After removing all the flowing, broken stains and debris, the quiet room was cleared again with a spring wind.

We can fight amongst our brothers. That's how everyone fights anyway. So it's okay.

They come back down to the lower level of the room where the wind is forced to -- you can heal them if they get hurt in a fight, and they can get mad if they get hurt.

There is still trouble.

Hina lets out a red tie tied in an urgent manner to prevent further bloodshed. It was shortly after the white and round marble pieces that were made from the tears of a mermaid were placed in Plants' hands.

Now, my precious healer couldn't tell me anything more, so he asked me to use it because he couldn't talk to me while I was treating him. The wizards of Balkan who were very free while the deputy commanders were away were collecting quality horses and working hard for communication. Of course, the value of the stone came from a vault with Balkans in it. If you don't have enough money, Remain will fill it up. If Remain doesn't give it to you, you can rob Plants' vault, and if it's difficult, you can ask Kalian's Vault to make sure it's resolved cleanly.You won't have to worry about it. It's a valuable result of raising your bid.

- You know that's a lot faster than most people, don't you?

- I know.

- You know what happens when a wound heals with a piece of glass, don't you?

- I don't know.

- It hurts.

- Yeah.

Since the red tie is full of blood, Hina tries to decide whether to throw it away on her own, and sticks it down to the side of the latch with her familiar fingertips. This much blood is just for the sake of returning it to the Tie Owner, who will erase it with a clean slate.

Then, it was hard to find any consideration for the patient. I dug through the tearing wounds with daring finger strokes and found a pile of glass pieces and pulled them out one by one.

- Does it hurt a lot?

- It hurts.

- Hold on.

- Okay.

With a shard of glass in hand, Franz frowns slightly at the tail of his eye, not knowing whether the wound is any more painful than pulling the shard out of the jagged wound. Hina, who saw it, heard a voice again.

- Why 'd you break a window?

- Thank you for not opening the door.

- If you don't open it, you'll have to ask for it.

- I did.

- Then we wait.

- I've been waiting.

- Then why did you break a window?

- I can't wait any longer.

- Then why did you wake up with your arm?

- I don't know.

You woke up with your arm. And then you got hurt like this. So, does it hurt a lot?

- · · · · · · Tolerable.

- Yeah.

While in Sacritia, Hina treated Chase's mother, Louise, with great care. But there was usually Arianne by his side.

That's why.

I am being treated in my country's room, the king of the sea, who is my brother's old brother. Why do I keep thinking of him as his bride? That's strange.

The one on the side is definitely an anesthetic Veronica made, but I'd like to ask why she doesn't use it. I think I'll listen to the anesthetic if I see it well. I was wondering why I don't use it. I shouldn't ask, so I just rolled it up.

- Did you get it all out?

When I asked him about it, he didn't ask me if I could feel the strength in that little hand, which was poking around in the wound.

- Oh, they got it all out. Less than I thought.

- · · · · · · · You look sad.

- What are you sorry about?

- No, it's not.

- Yeah.

Hina smiles as she clears up even the smallest piece of glass that is hard to see. Plants slowly closes their eyes and opens their eyes again, feeling the salt again.

Soon, the familiar light flashed and the wound began to heal.

- Did you talk about everything you wanted to talk about?

- I didn't share.

- You didn't talk to me about it?

- It was worth it. I didn't split it.

I brought up everything I wanted to talk about.

However, we didn't talk about it because we didn't have an answer to come back.

- If you want to say it, you shouldn't get hurt. Thank goodness.

Hina, who understood what Plants meant, replied:

- Are you hurt anywhere but your arm?

- I'm not hurt. I am.

- That's a relief.

- I think the other two are hurt.

I was the only one who was hurt.

- I can't see. That.

Hina nods quietly.

The warm energy continues to seep in.

The truth is, there are more wounds that no one can see.

- Yes, I am.

- Did everyone get hurt because of the degradation?

- No, just one.

- Well, you owe him an apology.

Unlike Hina, Plants shakes his head.

- No, I haven't.

- Then you should do it later.

- I hope so. I shouldn't have done that. It can't be.

Hina takes a moment to look up at Plants when she hears the riddle. Then I looked down again.

- I think you're already doing it.

You don't even know who the one person who can't apologize is. You don't even know why you can't see him. You don't even know why you shouldn't be when you meet. Hina.

- If you can't apologize, don't make another apology. One day you'll be fine.

I listened to the person who said I was wrong.

I comforted him with things he couldn't apologize for.

You don't know anything.

* * *

The white red rose.

"I thought there was only one rose that was white and red."

The rose lost to the defendant.

"There's so many of them. Smoking a lot, losing a lot. Apparently, one day, I didn't know."

Not a single rose that was sick, not a single rose that should not be sick, and it turned out that the rose was not a rose. So many roses did not know that they were going to smoke.

Randall says nothing.

Instead of answering, Calian opens his mouth again with the sound of the watch in his ear.

"It's because there are so many of you. I took out almost every minute of my brother's memory, but I still don't know what I'm doing."

Calian smiles as he taps his head and gives you a relaxed smile. He continues to speak to the silent Randall.

"It wasn't a knowledgeable rose, it wasn't a knowledgeable gift. I cut it off somehow. I gave it to him somehow. I just thought you liked it."

I didn't know it was Anelucia.

"I wish I knew that rose was such a rose. I wouldn't have done what you asked me to do."

If I'd known it was Anerosi, I wouldn't have cut it off just looking at me. He wouldn't even give me a gift to cut it off.

"Are you trying to apologize? I thought you came to get it."

"You have to do what you have to do and take it. Be nice."

After all, Calian found me once again, with a gift of his own hand. I didn't want you to face the truth. I'm sorry for the silence.

"You sound completely different from the second."

"From your perspective, I don't think it's okay for Randall to ignore the truth."

"What are you doing here?"

"It's not going to be okay, but it's okay. I am."

After that, I brought out my sincere, honest heart like this.

"You can't even ask me to remember the person I lost, and you can't ask me to know the person I just lost. Because it has to be natural. It's not my fault. It's not Randall's."

How can we say that we are sad that we do not recognize what has changed in us? How can we say that we are sorry? As long as we recognize it, how can we call it wrong by saying that we cannot reveal what we have seen?

It wasn't Randall's fault.

Of course, it wasn't Kalian's fault.

"It's just really wrong of you to do this to me. The same mistake you did. It is."

Kalian raises his cup and lowers it back.

And grapefruit tea.

It turns out that Calian once told me that he really liked Grapefruit, but he put it away and looked at Randall.

"That, too. You don't have to apologize. You don't have to know."

Is it wrong for a person who has not learned to think of his fault as a mistake, and who has not learned to recognize his own fault? Is it really wrong to do something wrong because you only know how to do it wrong? I can't live without making a mistake. What did I do wrong?

Whether you want to live or not.

I don't want to die.

"It's okay to stay in the dark. I mean it."

Is it really someone's fault that the person who lived a life that had to hurt someone's life?

"Forgive me if I think of something wrong with you. I'll wait for you.If you don't think about it all your life, I'll wait for you all your life. Until you apologize."

A spear that Plants was forced to break. A broken spear for the old Khalian and Khalian. Actually, the spear that you broke for Randall.

In case it cuts off Randall's flesh. I said it was okay to walk out slowly and not to walk out.

"Instead, I can't forgive you. I deserve an apology, but I don't deserve one."

Of course, this did not conceal and wrap up the fact that the old Khalian had left. I can't make the wound that I broke because I was worried that someone inside the window would get hurt.

"What if I don't remember my mistake forever?"

Randall looks out the window for a while and asks,

Kalyan looks at the garden outside the window and opens his mouth at a speed that seems slower than clockwork.

"I won't blame you. I'll wait. Even if you don't remember until you're dead."

"While I'm waiting. You."

"As I said, It's okay."

"It's not going to be okay, actually. You said you were fine."

"Yes. I need to get used to it."

It's not like everything's okay to have a life.

"White roses heal like white roses because of the grapes that were so sick and healed, and white roses get sick again because of the grapes that withered because of the sick wind alone. Sometimes red roses hurt more than white roses. You're not okay, you're okay, you're okay, you're okay. Living like this is living in the end."

Things that can't be undone will happen eventually. You just have to get used to it.

The easy teachings of hating Grapefruit rose in the depths of the abyss, and Calian taught Randall another lesson that he wished he had not forgotten this time.

"I have to put magic back in the window, so it takes three days to fix everything. It won't be cold, but it'll be a little uncomfortable. Are you okay?"

"It has."

"If the window opens and you feel uncomfortable, please stay in my room. Cats come here sometimes. If you like cats, they're on the fourth floor. Cats visit often."

"It has."

"Yes."

Calian gives you a slight nod, a light answer. Then I turned around.

"Gifts. I'll use them."

A voice catches up behind him.

This time, Kalian, who didn't answer, walked out of the room.

Knowing that the gift won't go to the garden until it's dead. It's hard to find words to answer obvious lies.