How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Wait a minute.

I'll explain.

I was wrong. I'm not the one making excuses or making excuses that I don't have. Besides, I can't even lie.

Oh, right. That was the problem.

Yeah, it's a problem. Some people are flawless and perfect, but to be honest, it's a big problem. Yeah, right.

No, no, no, no. Don't do it. Don't take it out. I haven't explained it yet. Just put the knife back. This is a palace. It's not even a training ground. Just give me 30 seconds. I'll explain.

I'm not the one who got caught again. Yeah, that's not what I found out this time, either. I got caught a long time ago, but I didn't notice who I knew or who I knew. I know I've changed, but I think he just ignored me. Actually, that's the thing. Who'd have thought you'd change your mind on the outside? Without knowing it, without prejudice, there is no such thing as peas that are not as prejudiced by the life of the world as the Great Desert Sand egg lodged between the bellies of turtles. People like Brother Plants don't think straight at first.

In a nutshell, I found out a long time ago. Instead of making promises to you, I thought I'd seen you here before I met you.

That's amazing.

No. Not to brag.

It's just a fact.

But what if...

Brother Randall wants me to...

"Because you're a fake, I can't give you the throne! '

If you kick me out, I have nowhere else to go. If we're not going to the tower, we really need to run to Siegfried. I don't care if I go to the tower alone, but I have my sunny hina, and I have peas and ravens and an old dad to feed, and · · · · · No, you're right. Just because you might be a couple hundred years older doesn't mean you're not old enough. He lives long and old.

Anyway, I was supposed to marry you if I left the prince's job title. Did you forget, was that a lie? Is that all there is between us?

Wait a minute, wait a minute. It's a royal palace.

I told you I'd kill you if I ever got caught again. I told you I wouldn't kill you if I proposed. Why are you so frightening?

Technically, this wasn't caught again. When I opened my eyes, I noticed that we popped out of the fifth floor window together. So why don't you just tell me you didn't break your promise? Can't you?

Huh? Demirea.

"Ha."

Demirea sighs deeply, staring at Lucy's rounded red eyes with dried chicken breasts in front of her.

"Be careful. It looks like you'll be able to live comfortably without being really careful. It's all there."

"No, I'm living very carefully. I told only those you already knew and those you already don't know here · · · · · Ah. This isn't it, Carl. Demirea, give me the knife."

"What a knife."

"You don't have to worry about Cecretia. One's a mother, one's an old father, and the father, you know."

"· · · · · · · · · · · Ha."

A deep sigh comes out again.

Only Demirea can know if it was persuaded by Kalian's words, the sound of crying that didn't suit him, or how old he was or what was in there. The only thing that's clear is that it didn't just fall on that face.

"So, are you okay?"

"Yeah, well. It's okay. Even if I said that, I'm not the one that Randall really wants to kick me out. In case you suddenly become greedy for the throne, I don't want to give up my seat and go to the tower with obedience. Just like now."

"I'm asking if it's okay."

Demirea's voice, full of frustration, stops Kalian from speaking.

"It's just that you've decided to stay and think of yourself as a decent person going forward. Prince Randall, may he rest in peace."

"Ahh. That."

Callian smiles and replies.

"I don't think so."

"· · · · · · You look old and dying all the time."

I wonder if there's anywhere else I've been seen, but there's more to be seen. Demirea shakes her head.

"Prince Randall or anyone else. If you think Prince Hana is a fake, you don't need to like him. There is no such thing as a real fake. He's alive, he's breathing."

"What, are you trying to comfort me?"

"Yes."

"I'm surprised. My fiancé told me that, too."

"I was afraid that you would continue to be so heartbroken that you would be forced to live in the ducal palace."

"Don't worry. I don't want to go to the south to play, but I won't."

"Don't worry, I'd rather just say yes." "

Khalian grimaces as Demirea's black horse is slightly bigger than Raven.

"I know, and I know that changing people isn't an easy problem to accept. So I'm not saying that Brother Randall doesn't approve of who I am. I don't care about that. I don't even think I'm a fake anymore."

"You've been better. You didn't seem to think so when I found out. So what's the problem?"

"I think I understand why you can't accept it. It's so sad to see the way I used to look when I knew I'd changed. Too many things are too late. That's why I like it. Is it because you know how the forgotten person feels · · · · · · So? Every time it tastes bitter in the whole world, I... It's not adjusting well yet. Demirea."

Polygonal.

A moment later, Raven stands between Demirea's words and Calian's. It seemed as if the other words were a screech to stop stroking, so Calian hugged Raven's neck with another laugh. Then he combs Raven's mane back and forth.

"It's good to say that I remember what I forgot, or I'm sorry to say that I just remembered what I forgot. It's bitter if it tastes sweet, and bitter if it tastes sour. Like a grapefruit, really."

"Does everything turn into eating?"

"It's good. Eating."

Demirea nods, small and disappointed. Then Raven stepped in and slightly tugged his horse back.

"I think you said you had dinner with the king tonight, correct?"

"Yes. Were you worried about what happened to you yesterday? He wants to come out of nowhere."

"That's great. Then take me for a moment."

Callian looks at Demirea. It's because I was already on my way to take Raven out to see Demirea.

"I'll take you back to the duc anyway."

"I'm thinking of stopping by Vanessa before I go. It's time for a new suit of armor, but the blacksmith you introduced me to isn't familiar with anything other than weapons."

Vanessa, a street of blacksmiths, is quite far from the royal palace of Cairys. Maybe it's across the Señor River. Since the sun has already begun to fall, it is clear that if you stop by Vanessa, you will not be able to attend the dinner with Remain.

"Weapons, but armor. The prince will see much better than I do. I'm going to wear it for a while, so I want you to help me get it right. If you help me, I won't tell you anything else about being found out again in Sacritia."

Not as much as Callian, but I think we should take a good look at some armor from Demirea in Siegfried. A small smile was drawn on Callian's mouth as he stared at Demirea for a moment.

There's nothing Prince Cairis can do that he's never dealt with before. There was no way that the Sogaju of Siegfried could have anything to do with the Sogaju of Cecretia. Something I can help you with because I'm Calian now. It's no big deal if you can only help a person who is a master of the sword and prince of Cairys who can match an armor with a better eye than Siegfried's bride.

"· · · · · · · Yes."

Whether someone forgot or not.

Accepted or not.

Since the old Khalian and Bern were real, the only thing you can do is prove them both and acknowledge them now.

So the two people who were being forgotten asked me to forget about Kalian for a while, and to do what I can because it is now Kalian, and to delay the feeling of bitterness among the people who are already too late. In fact, it was not a request, but a consolation to know why I write and give it back.

"This is why I like Demirea. Anyway, good luck with your fiancée, me."

"Of course you do."

After a dry answer, Demirea refuses to take Calian's hand for the escort and sneaks up on her back. You hear Demirea's voice as Calian steps forward on Raven, smiling deeply.

"I'll buy you a sugar cookie on the way. Forget the bitterness."

"Sweetheart?"

"Yes, very much so. I smell lavender."

"Yeah, that's great."

Did you read all the books you bought last time?

When will the white roses on the road grow?

The armor will be chained again. Why don't you come by anyplace on your way and have dinner with tons of meat? I like our hina strawberries, by the way, but do you sell strawberry-flavoured sweets at their house?

Minor conversations. And a small hoof echoes quietly.

In fact, they were both so indiscreet that they forgot to tell Remain that they were not going to the dinner.

* * *

Someone downstairs.

I can't find it unless I try to find it politely, and I don't feel comfortable writing my name instead of facing my face because my fist is so strong that I can't go to dinner because I have a serious problem because the wind blows out a perfectly healthy window. That's what they told me.

To be precise, the letter was read in Remain's eyes that the missing window was not in good condition because it did not block the cool breeze of last night for the unfortunate reason of writing.

But, you know.

It's all right.

- It's personal.

I forgot to tell her in person, so I was less distracted than when I heard Alan briefly tell me what he had shared with my teacher.

That's true.

When something like this happened, I thought I had a lot of sons. Why is it so sad when you want to eat with me?

Anyway, with such grim circumstances and personal circumstances, apart from one of those many sons,

"I'm sorry, I can't eat because my arms aren't free."

It was hard to eat with someone formally in a barrel with my right arm, so I just had a cup of tea and a son left to go.

In fact, the scar on the second son's right arm was already healed on the first day of the morning, and the second son had two swords, and the third was teaching the second son the sword.

'Even if people can't use one arm, they must take care of their meals well. That's what two arms are for.'

He said that he had taught them to use both hands well in the past, that he was able to use both hands freely for a long time. Above all, the meat that had to use forks and knives at the same time was not very good in the first place. So, he said that he didn't want to eat food and drink tea, but that the upstairs and downstairs residents had to come and shine a little bit of light on his face because of the fresh, miserable wind.

Even though I was interested in my sons, I intervened in many ways enough to assess whether that was true or an excuse, and asked with a worried face someone I didn't deserve to know.

"Did you get hurt a lot?"

"I'm fine."

Le Maine nods, putting in the leaves and honey, and we take a sip of tea and put it down. After that, Plants would like to tell you about his earlier request for permission to visit Prince Cersein of Tensyl, who moved his hands first.

- Cheers.

What was in Plants' hands was placed on the table.

A pendant with a small rocket.

It was a necklace given to me by Remain.

"I'll give it back."

With him, Plants sighs freely. It's because he's hanging it well on his neck that he expected it to be a little bit closer to Plants.

"Yes. Do that."

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

Remain's hand stops as he makes his way to the table.

Immediately, Remain nods.

"The necklace. There's something between you and Calian."

Once the necklace, once the pendant on the end of the necklace, and once the face of the second son, which was very different from then, and once again the necklace.

Le Maine opens her mouth as she slowly looks away and thinks about making the necklace.

"Yes, there are two other children."

Plants silenced for a moment.

"I think you will. I'm giving it back because I think it's better that you have it with you. It's not something I don't want to have."

Remain silent.

Plants, who had seen such Remain for a while, said again.

"When you sent it, when you received it. I wasn't happy at all."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

"I wasn't happy at all. I wasn't thankful. I wasn't fortunate, I wasn't surprised, I wasn't curious."

"Yes, you did."

"I wasn't sad, I wasn't sad, I wasn't angry."

"Yes · · · · · · · · ·. You did."

"I didn't know."

The tip of the plant points to the pendant.

Then he moved his finger towards himself.

"I don't know how to think of it. I didn't know. I looked at it for a long time, and I thought about it for a long time, and I couldn't answer. I didn't know. I never learned. I didn't know. I couldn't answer."

"· · · · · · You couldn't answer."

"· · · · · · Failed to answer."

Remain nods slowly, very slowly.

Plants continued.

"Your Majesty is mistaken."

Familiar words.

Of course I'm here.

The day you don't listen to the same words, it's empty somewhere.

I've heard so much from Alan.

"You shouldn't have done that. You're mistaken."

I heard it from Plants.

"My father, to us. You're wrong."

I heard it for the first time.

I heard it with my son's mouth.