How to Live as the Enemy Prince

I'm sorry to take it off, but I'm happy on the one hand.

The pink sole of the white hind paw that flowed out of the hammock and the gray tail that moved under the cushion disappeared. Instead, two circled faces are lifted thoroughly.

After that,

- Udada-dat!

I'm not a puppy, and I don't always show kindness by my side saying, "Stay with me," but I run into all this commotion. They rush up and talk to each other as they raise their voices. Meow, meow, meow, so pretty.

It's so good to see you.

I've waited a long time.

"Lucy, Anne."

On the first day he was away for a long time, he cried so horribly that he seemed familiar with Plants' long outings. I didn't feel that way anymore. I welcomed him instead.

In this palace, full of things to hide and hide, without any computation, rush to your whole body, raising your voice without tiring and giving you greetings. I held the cats up with my arms extended thanks to the way I welcomed them with all my strength. You hold two cats in your arms, full of them.

"Lucy."

"Meow!"

"Anne's boat is frozen. What have you been doing?"

"Niang!"

"I am. Why?"

Suddenly, this becomes natural, so I forget everything I have to do and sit down for a while and get cozy in the color of the cat.

"I was wondering, how are you?"

"Oww!"

"Yes, I haven't forgotten. I didn't leave him."

It may be just a quick snack to find out, but it may be a question of who you are and who you are again in my realm, but I answered as I understood. This became routine.

"Meow!"

"Yeah, me too."

"Meow · · · · · · · · ·!"

"Yes, I missed you."

It was awkward to say a word I'd never said before, and I was getting used to taking it out generously as usual.

She doesn't seem to like touching, but at this time, she smiles deeply at Lucy's pink paw, holding back, and Anne's bread belly, which is clearly a little more congested.

"You're wearing new clothes."

"Ew!"

"Was it from Hina?"

"Meow!"

An embroidered white flower on a yellowish basis.

An embroidered white bouquet of flowers based on pink.

It is a white flower that blooms commonly on the side of the road, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes. A flower that is common but not noticeable if you don't look for it on purpose. But unforgettable, for Plants, it's the only flower, not the flower. Larissium. The cats were wearing new clothes with a few special flowers embroidered in them. I was wearing fine clothes that contained the warmth of those with good hands.

"You look good, Lucy."

"Eww!"

Lucy, dressed in a yellow robe hanging up to the hood like a wizard, lays down on the couch on Plants' lap and replies.

"Niang!"

Anne, who was given the best spot by Lucy, rubs her hands on Plants' arm with her fluffy forefoot and talks to him again.

"Yes, Ando."

Annedo in a pink shirt with a red ribbon instead of a hood, and Lucy and Moora are hard to express. I had a little smile.

For a while, I relaxed with the cats and after a simple shower, I came out and dressed. Leek holds in his hand a pale cardigan that won't stain much, even if Lucy and Anne's fur are buried in a mixture of white and dark grey. The mouth of the plant that saw it opened very briefly.

"Don't."

Something other than a cardigan.

I'm going to the training ground, which means I need more comfortable clothes, or I'm going out to Chermill Palace, which means I need more formal clothes. Either.

After a quick thought, he asks you to choose one of the two.

"Are you going to the training ground?"

"Wilhelm Coffin."

Wrong.

When Plants doesn't dislike long talks, he only deals with cats. I know how tired it is to talk to others outside. I know that shortening the words to Khalian is easy for me to understand, and I know that shortening the words to Raleigh is easier for him.

So it's okay to be wrong. Maybe next time.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I'll give you a jacket."

When Plants returns, Raedric nods with a cheerful smile. He handed the thin cardigan in his hand to another acolyte and instead received a light purple jacket. It was late, so he didn't want to hand over his tie, but he brought a dark gray tie decorated with silver, and he offered it to Buryanburia.

"Your Majesty, what would you like to eat?"

"In Wilhelm."

"Very well. I'll tell him to bring it when he's ready." "

"Two."

"Is Prince Kalian eating with you? Then a little more."

"No, Deputy Commander."

"Ah · · · · · · · Ah, yes. Deputy Hertz, yes, sir."

Arsen.

I can't believe Plants is bringing Arsen's meals with him.

We have to see if the sun rises from the west tomorrow. No, we should check for sunrise first.

Raleigh folds his tie knot in an astonishing and embarrassing hurry to hang an accessory made of black pearls and platinum chains. He's been with his deputy commander for a few days, and he seems to be back since he's been better with him. He's very happy with that idea.

The blue-haired mad wizard said, "I'm hungry, so I'll come back." Get the job done all night without thinking about going out.

So I don't know when I'll go back out again to prevent the Balkans from interfering with my work on the road straight away.

I didn't realize that I was hidden in a crowded eye, filled with such calculations.

"It's done, my lord. Are you leaving right now?"

"Yes."

"Very well. I'll call the wagon." "

"That's enough."

"Are you going to walk into Wilhelm's coffin again?"

Plants nods once and leaves the room. I knew it was a long way to Wilhelm's Coffin, but it was mostly a walk.

I went down the stairs.

On the third floor, Yann, standing in front of the wall, looks down slightly towards Plants.

I know that Jan's head went down a little bit more than he did, due to the large number of others around Plants and Jan. It doesn't matter. After being properly greeted, I go down the stairs again.

Second floor. One of Calian's underlings walks in with two cups of tea and greets you. Just saying that it was thick spread the fragrance of honey that was hard to express. One lip of Plants rises slightly, with a colorless scent of lemon in the teacup.

I don't know what it is or why, but I think Randall went to Calian's room. If you measure the length of the back end, you might be able to wrap around the Sispanian body for a few rounds. Plants, who knew him well enough to return even a cup of the grapefruit tea he had been served, moved past Merlyn.

First floor. Exiting the front door of the building. You walk past the sound of fountains of water and the sound of twisting leaves. A small, flat stone paved the way. I received examples of knights guarding the entrance to Chermill Palace. I kept walking again without stopping.

"· · · · · · · Very. It's been a long time."

Boom.

My feet stopped.

"Plants, prince · · · · · · · degradation."

Cyan hair, turquoise eyes, glossy face and a calm smile. But the eyes that set the day. Eyes sharpened evenly.

Plants raises his head.

I opened my eyes.

You look straight down at the eyes of someone who looks bigger than Allan, so about two fists bigger than Kyrie Plants.

"Who."

And I asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Earl Grey Brissen of the House Brissen. A while ago, a nobleman did not greet me properly, and Prince Kalian was acting out. Do you remember?"

I heard Léric's reply from behind, a brief understanding of Plants' words and their implications. As if he cares about the grey in front of him and speaks small, but in a voice so small that he can never hear it.

"That was the Marquis of the Time, Your Majesty."

"Ah."

Plants nods as if he had just remembered and looks at Grey again. I looked down at grey bigger than me this time.

"Brycen."

Then I moved my feet again.

Completely forget about being the same Brycen.

Drawing the same line as any nobleman.

It was Plants' answer on how to deal with the remaining Brycens.

A pretty good-looking smile hovers around Grey's mouth.

If it were Evan, he would have been angry at the disregard of the situation and not been able to say anything more. But Grey was a little different. At least Grey knows how to swallow anger and laugh.

"Yes, I am the Marquis of the House Brissen, Grey Brissen. I didn't know you'd forgotten to live, so I didn't introduce you. Forgive my rudeness."

Plants' feet have stopped again.

"Congratulations on your ascension, Your Holiness. I can't congratulate you enough the last time I saw you."

Pretending not to recognize him, pretending not to be Brycen, pretending to be born only with the blood of a dragon, and congratulating my nephew for ignoring him like that.

Plants turns to Grey.

Whether to ignore it again or laugh. I was measuring it for a moment, and Grey's mouth moved first. A whispering little sound came from my mouth with a pleasant looking smile.

"I envy your discretion. Unlike me, you have a good brother."

Fragrant horse.

The words are full of Renieri scent, and the sound of his heel, which is always about an inch away, hits the ground.

Maybe you'll wake up if you get hit again. Slay said he was in the capital, but if he's going to hide what he didn't come for, he needs to run somewhere far away.

Let me ask you that question, then.

"Thanks to you."

There is no wrong word. So I replied as if it was nothing. Then you move your feet again.

I gave my toes strength.

I walked to keep it steady.

* * *

I didn't drink tea anymore.

If I had known this was going to happen, I would have prevented Jan from getting rid of the car that she left before Kalian arrived, but it's already too late. That way, I couldn't put my hands on the car anymore.

"I know this is the first time Brother Randall has come to see me. Am I right?"

The old Khalian is gone and you don't have to accept that someone new has entered the position. So I didn't even bother to bury it. Even though I lost to the growing Plants, I didn't want to lose to the grown-up Randall.

"Yes. I see."

"Now you can ask me why. Why you're here."

Randall nods, staring at Calian for a while. Then I took out a small letter from my arms and put it down. Then Calian frowns slightly.

"Smells like blood."

Now it's almost erased, and it smells like blood that hasn't been buried that deep in the first place. It was coming out of the letter.

"That's what he said."

"What is it?"

"Open it."

Calian reaches out and picks up the letter, looking at it once and for all. I had a vague feeling about where it came from, what it might contain.

"Did you send it from Tensyl?"

"What else could there be?"

"Well, that's true."

You hear the folded paper unfolding.

- I ran into your brothers in Sacritia. As we speak, I am familiar with you. Since you and I are practically brothers, I would like to meet all together and share stories that have been long overdue.

Calian looks at Randall, reading the letter at a rapid pace.

"You were moved when you first received this letter saying you wanted to get to know Randall, and I just want to keep it meaningful. Do you ever think about that?"

"Burn it."

"Yes."

The fire started at the same time as the answer.

Covered by the burning smell of paper, the smell of blood was slowly burned.

Soon, Calian's hands point to Randel's heart.

"When you seal the oath. Did you also promise me that you would have to tell someone everything that Randall found out?"

"Would you have done that?"

"Just in case."

"I did not."

Even if Randall finds out something, it's fortunate that he doesn't have to tell the other person about the seal of the oath.

Well, if you did, why don't you tell them about the change? I'm glad it's not that kind of contract. Otherwise, it was an evil god, world peace, and I almost died at the hands of Demirea. I almost knew the answer after I died, not knowing what would happen if I died again.

"I think the terms of your contract are relatively specific. I see you're giving me an answer."

"There were many things written down. It's hard to compare them because they don't come together twice."

"You had a ridiculous contract, but it's better. Still, it seems like Randall has a smarter contract than you."

"You mocked me."

"I blame you."

I wonder what all grown up selling hearts like that at that age.

Calian opens his mouth, thinking of the burnt letter without leaving any ashes.

"Is it Prince Cersein of Tensyl who wrote to you?"

"Yes."

"Cersein. Dead."

Sweet.

Randall takes his untouched cup of tea slowly, sipping a cup of tea and lowering it. Kalian looks at him with his bold eyes.

"Is that so?"

"Cersein, whom I met in Cersei, who wrote to you, is struggling everywhere to get here. They're all fakes disguised as princes. The real Sergei was seriously injured a long time ago. I was alive until I stayed in Cecretia."

White fingers point to the spot where Randall dropped his letter a moment ago.

"He died the day this letter was sent."

I told her I wanted to meet her, but she left out a letter telling me when and how to meet her. Because of this, I burned the contents of the letter without putting them in my memory.

It's not the content that Sergei wanted to convey, it's the name and the smell.

The smell of blood left in a clean letter with no blood stains.

It definitely smelled like blood on purpose. Randall doesn't recognize it, but to make sure he recognizes Calian, it smells of blood drained so lightly that other knights won't even notice.

"Did you ask if you wouldn't like Sergei to come to Cairys, or if you've noticed Brother Randall?" "

"I haven't seen you two since you got back from Cecretia."

Oh, come on.

Meet him.

Do you know the rumor that you have a fiancée? First of all, you have to meet the king to react like this. Peas asked you what to do about Sergeine, and you came to answer them, and then you got mad at them and you forgot why you were here, and you just left. I know you're upset enough that you can't stand it, but can't you meet her?

You can't say. "

You wouldn't be able to say something like that if you knew it was dirty. I know. I can't get it out.

"Yes."

I'm gonna die of old age.

I drank the lemon tea, which was used by Kalian, who tried to remove the wrinkles on her pretty forehead, and put it down.

"Are you here to deliver that? You have nothing else to say."

"Is there?"

"You don't have one."

"Yes."

"Very well. Perhaps you'd like to meet Sergeine later." "

"I don't care."

"Thank you."

Callian looks at Randall and asks in a smaller voice.

"By the way, is your heart not heavy?"

Randall looks at Calian as he rises. I looked deep, really deep. Callian pretends not to notice it.

"I'm asking if you're heavy with the stones."

"· · · · · · · · I don't know."

It was not the seal of the oath.

Red light healing power used by Randall. It was also because it was the same light used by the members of Zeon.

"If it gets heavy, tell me about it."

"You speak lightly."

"I don't think that's possible."

The answer seemed to be nothing.

- There's a stone in your heart, you can take it out, you can have it. But it's dangerous. You can do it. I mean, a good person's heart, not a bad person's heart, when you fix it, tell me.

First of all, not because he's a bad guy. I'm afraid it's heavy. I don't think I can keep coming back to a good one because I had it on me when I wasn't a good one.

"Risk your life, and I'll try."

I told him the story I had heard from Hina that I could take it out.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Yes."

Randall nods. And quietly got up and went out. Regular, low footsteps fade away.

After getting up from his seat and giving Randall an example, Calian sees that the door closes and looks around the room instead of sitting back and breathing. Then you take a shallower sigh, looking down at Randell's teacup, which has only two taps.

"I think I have too much to worry about. I am."

I don't know if Serenty did it or not, but the one who died twice and brought the rest of Bern here was probably a waste of time, and it meant to start with this family. I don't think there's one or two things I need to care about right now that I can't die comfortably, but if I see him later, I'm really going to let him go.

After sighing with this grumbling, I felt uneasy, so I moved to the terrace for quite a while.

The spring wind blew.

I liked the wind.

Calian turns his head as he relieves himself while enjoying the breeze of spring. And I saw it.

"That's weird."

Grey and Plants coming in and out of Chermill. For a long time, I watched as the person who had to come in and the person who had to leave changed. I had to draw attention from Grey while I was coming in, but I kept staring at the footsteps of the person who did not.

I don't know about the others, but it's too conspicuous for Calian's eyes. I watched it.

The steps.

Whistling, especially straight.

"Why is he so crippled?"

There was a cat.

Why are the peas so picky again?

"· · · · · · I wonder."

A red eye points toward the person's blue hair walking towards Chermill.

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