How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Silence.

It was Kiri who stood in front of the door, and Jan who was still standing in front of the open window.

"Jan."

Yann nods as soon as he hears his voice.

"Yes, Prince."

"A few people, I hear. How many nobles are there in the vicinity of the Marquis of Brissen? I forgot."

"There are only 64 erls that the prince should know his name. There are earls who don't know his name, there are earls who don't have territory, there are nobles who are associated with the earls, and there are earliest and lowest nobles who are the earliest. Even the barons and the barons, even their wives and knights, are hard to fathom. and it's going to continue to grow."

"Yes."

"Yes. With Evan's demise, more than half of the nobles have been reduced, and the Earl of Bricen is quiet now, no other nobles have been as influential as that." Earl Manasil, Duke Siegfried, Earl Seiren on your side, Earl Eiprin, Wizards. You can't win a power struggle on all counts. If you don't get Balkans out there and wipe them all out, you're not gonna win this thing right now. "

"Yes. That's why I let it go, me. It was too much to kill, so I let it go."

And I said, "OK, so please don't do anything. Don't go out there, Prince, you're hurt."

So a little while ago.

Jan enters Khalian's room, checking out the interesting sights on the terrace. To clean up the empty teacups. I saw Kyrie coming after hearing that Calian had returned through the open door.

'Kirrie.'

'Prince, why don't you tell me?'

Kiri, who is familiar with what Kalian is curious about, first asked this question. However, I finally announced the intriguing conversation I had when I came here without breaking Kalian's stubbornness.

'Ah, Lord Brissen must be crazy.'

And Kalian said,

Jealousy. Unlike yourself, you have a good brother.

What they intended was just a story about silica, but how did they come up with such subtle words? What did he say when the smell of strawberries, mint and renaisserie were evenly sown?

Without going crazy.

'You must be crazy. I think he's lost it.'

Kiri stops Kalian laughing. Jan stands behind Kalian. And then the question began for Callian.

Grey Brissen.

Why can't we just kill him now? Why you have to endure it. To convince myself.

"You humiliated Earl Brissen in front of everyone else, and now you're going out again. 'If I could see it with my own eyes, I would be so surprised that the whole meeting chairman was toasted, but my prince is also confused,' said Marquis Manal, frightening him. He replied, 'It's because my youngest is deep.' Don't you know he forced the nobles to keep their mouths shut?"

Callian knows.

I find it difficult to hold back the nobles' grievances if I reprimand Kalian's actions. That's how Alan and Remain acted here. If you deny Allen's words, the rest of your life will also be denied, and in the end, everyone in his place nods together.

"If you hadn't stopped it, you would never have made it to the Royal Palace. Now that the prince is not the prince, everyone just let it go. Because no matter how scared I am, I'm not going to be king, because I think I'm going to be king of Plants. But before we forget, if the prince lays a hand on the prince of Brissen again, he will not be able to go to Arfia, nor to Camelon. People think what happened once was a mistake, but I'm sure the second time in a row was the third time. No matter what happens, I won't forget the second time. No one's going to put the prince on top."

I don't care. Later.

I'm so angry right now.

I kept my mouth shut trying to say that. I know Jan's story is not at all wrong. I've already endured it once in the conference room, but I know I have to endure it again.

"I think so too. Leave it alone."

Kiri opens her mouth to Calian, standing silently.

"The prince won't stay angry and take care of you for long. Later, even if we are not there, · · · · · · He wanted to let me live alone even if I was going to leave the palace later."

Kyrie looked at Kalian, who once again changed the meaning of 'even if nothing' in Yan's surprised eyes.

"Count and I would have thought of something of our own. I must have been too patient for a reason. Even if that's not the case, it's not your job to be a prince. Teach them how to get angry and solve things on their own. That's how I live, Prince."

You have to know how to be angry and solve things on your own.

Eventually, the words caught up with Calian.

Just for 30 minutes.

* * *

It's gone.

As soon as I returned to the royal palace, I thought my soul would always be buried in the paperwork, with my face missing.

"Deputy Hertz just left to see Coco."

The duck.

I went to see that duck who was squeaking like me. I don't want to know if I went to see the duck or to see the duck's co-caretaker.

"Coco said he'd take a quick look at the food and be right back."

"Okay."

"If it's urgent, I'll go out and find you right away."

The pink-haired wizard quickly opens his mouth, replacing the crazed blue-haired wizard with salt. I didn't know where it was, so I noticed it because it sank more than usual.

Maybe it feels the same to meet cats and ducks. After considering it, Plants shakes his head. In any case, it's true that you're more important than work.

"Leave it."

"Yes, sir."

Where did that funny title come from again?

Shortly after returning to Siegfried as crown prince from Cecretia, I went to Siegfried. Thanks to you, I don't have time to talk to Nedlen alone, so I've just heard him call me that.

The influence of a blue-haired wizard or a brother called "Your downfall." Somewhere strange, however, Plants opened his mouth.

"Just one."

"Yes?"

"Title. Sing one. It's weird."

"Oh, yes."

Needleren said, with a brief thought.

"Then this is the Coffin of Wilhelm, so I'll just call you Deputy Commander, Your Grace."

"Got it."

"Yes, sir."

Plants, who knew Arsen's whereabouts, didn't have time to have a foolish conversation with Needlehn, and didn't feel like leaving anyone behind, wanted to say goodbye.

- Knock knock.

Then I heard a knock.

"Low. Would you like to eat · · · · · after dinner at Chermill Palace has arrived?"

Leek's voice is heard together. Normally, you would have asked me 'should I go in now', but today's question is a little different. Of course it's because of Grey. The day I smelled the Renaissance, I used to pick up snacks. Even if it's getting better, not yet.

Plants, who was about to tell me to bite back at his lost dinner, once again swallows his horse and shuts up.

- Glug glug.

Because of the clear sound of a quiet office ringing in time.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Deputy Commander."

Needleen smiled beautifully and handed him an apple, looking down at my belly showing its presence in the dining story.

The green eye points toward Needlelen.

Looking at me like that.

"Bring it in."

I made it for the royal family. I told them that I would only eat food that no one else can eat and discard.

White bread that has been baked not too long ago, warm soup boiled with spinach and cheese, four thinly sliced ham, salad with no bell pepper and onion, grilled cheese, and egg fries cooked to prevent the yolk from flowing. And fruit and milk.

A brief dinner packed with nothing fancy but something that wouldn't bother Plants' mouth was set on a large table in the center of the office, and Leek goes out again with a polite greeting. Then it became like Needleen had missed the time to say goodbye and stood still next to him.

"What are you doing?"

Walking toward the table, the seated plant glances at Needlelen and asks. Needlelen, who heard it as a celebration, hurried to raise an example, followed by Plants' voice.

"Sit down."

"· · · · · · · Yes?"

"You said you were hungry."

I didn't say that!

Needleren, who had become a very big accused face, was standing still, unable to do this or that. Of course, I had many meals with Plants when camping out. When I went to the city of Elves, everyone sat around and ate. But it wasn't poison, was it? How to sit with the royal family and its prince for dinner.

Glug-ug-ug!

Oh, I see.

Why do I have my favorite spinach soup?

"Thank you."

I don't know.

This is Wilhelm's coffin. I've had many meals with Arsen. Think of it as a meal with the deputy commander of the Knights.

With two eyes closed, Needles sitting in front of the plant began to eat along the plant with a spoonful of soup in its mouth.

Delicious.

It's delicious, just like my brother made it.

It was a meal from the royal palace, but it was not this great even twice a day. That's why Needleen gave a silent thank you to the chef of Chermill Palace. He emptied out a plate of soup and started eating bread and ham. Be careful not to make too much noise.

Then I suddenly raised my head. And then I saw it.

"Why aren't you eating, Deputy Commander?"

Dining with the royal family.

Even though we were having a conversation just before, Plants didn't say anything after the meal started, so Needleen should have kept quiet as well. Ignoring it, I asked the prince a question with a spoonful of soup.

Though he had no intention of teaching Needleen useless manners, Plants opened his mouth without any color.

"I don't think so."

"Are you saying you want to eat for me?"

"Never mind. Eat."

Needleen, who saw a young deputy commander who didn't know what to say, lowers his fork and knife. Then he emptied his mouth with carbonated water that was lying next to the milk and said.

"Did something bad happen?"

"Why."

"Looks like you did."

"Not really."

"I heard Grey Brissen went to Chermill Palace. Did you run into him?"

Defending the royal palace is also Balkan's job. All the nobles coming in and out were being reported to the top about those who needed to be watched. Nedlen, who was at the tip of his' upper 'head, had also heard the news of Grey's mouth.

After a moment of bubbles rising from the sparkling water, Plants opened his mouth, briefly gazing into Needlelen's worried eyes while rising from the soup and bread.

"I have a question."

"Yes, tell me, Deputy Commander."

"When you face someone you can't beat and can't fight with. How to do it."

"Kill."

Needlelen smiles brightly, putting down his terrifying answer like a feather.

"Wizards don't make trouble out of false recognition, Deputy Commander. If he doesn't want to hit and fight, he won't have to endure anything from the beginning, and he can't hit and can't fight together. If he just let it go, he'll eventually get into trouble. So you just kill it."

"If he's the one who shouldn't be killed."

"Kill."

The answer was the same.

"What are you doing with your life so difficult? The seat of the deceased has to be filled by someone."

"If you can't kill him."

"I don't care if he's stronger than me, I'll die." Doesn't it feel like we're never gonna see each other again? "

Lucy snacks, sits in the corner of the stairwell, eats a sandwich with salt on it, or Juju Island. He was the wizard of Balkan, even if he was picking up conch shells for my boss. There's no way I'm putting a man who doesn't know how to fight in the battlefield of Balkan.

"· · · · · · · Yes."

Plants repeatedly failed to answer the question and came to realize just how extreme the wizard mindset was. Then Nedlen's mouth reopened.

"Grey Brissen, let me kill you."

Grey doesn't know she's not a sodmaster yet.

Nevertheless, they say: You can't even deal with Theo or Hill, let alone Callian.

"Tell me if you can't take it anymore or if you want to kill me now." I'll go out there and kill as many people as I want. "

Needleen, who was in front of the world's tastiest empty soup dish, said with a serious face.

"The whole Balkans are on the downside. What are you holding back for?" You don't have to be so generous to just let him live. "

One price for the name was a very powerful sorcerer who could be sure, and said to Prince Vanity, who was priceless.

"Got it."

"Should I just kill him?"

"Leave it."

"Should I just leave it?"

"· · · · · · · First."

"Very well. I'll let you live."

Said I'd close my eyes with a wide variety of generosity.

Not the prince, not the deputy commander, but just one person younger than me.

I couldn't tell if it was a picture or a doll or a person, but my face was even more colorful than usual. I couldn't tell if I wasn't looking closely, but I laughed. I smiled at Needleren as if he was lucky to see that.

Plants took the white bread to his mouth that he did not want to eat.

"Leave him alive, eat him. Work."

Stop talking about killing people and just eat and get to work.

"Do I have to work after work, Deputy Commander?"

"Prices."

"· · · · · · · Food value."

If you get it, you have to work.

It's not free in the world, my fiancée said.

* * *

My back feels uneasy even if it's cured now.

'I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I sent a man to the Marquis just now, and he seems to have crossed a path.'

I was on my way to the palace to persuade Randall to marry the soul of the Librett Change Bag associated with Brycen. I'm going to talk about whether I'm going to stay alone in the yard with my two sisters already spreading betrothed without any background.

'Prince Randall is very tired today and will not meet anyone. We'll check our schedule for another day and get back to you.'

However, I came as far as I could, and without waiting for a long time, I was slammed by the door.

I think I was treated like that by the first prince who disappeared without a rumor right now, and it even hurt my back when I was treated like that by the same prince, Kalian. Grey looks away again, leaving Chermill Palace.

"How we grew up together."

The first prince who broke the promise of the Grand Marquis without giving his face once, or the third prince who thinks that everything will be solved if he is strong enough.

A prince of my own flesh and blood who lives alone.

- That's what the Count said. If the prince ascends to the throne, Bryce will be no more. The prince has been spreading since the day the three princes fell down drinking their tea alone. Instead of the three princes shoved into my mother's cliff, I don't have enough to get stabbed by a sword, so you don't notice that I'm still holding the three princes by my hand. What else could I have done if I had not risked my life to find my place in Silique? Dump the mother.

Late night of the previous day.

The voice that was conveyed, filled with laughter, echoes in my ears.

- If you want to know the importance of the prince, meet him on your way to the palace tomorrow and bring the silica to your mouth. I'm not gonna change my face.

Just like I proved it right.

'Thanks to you.'

Despite the public mention of silica, the plant did not falter at all.

Like my mother, if you can't find a living expression like someone painted it, you should answer without putting a single expression on your face. Then look at the figure of you stepping out of the sky as if you were alone.

"· · · · · · Blasted pups."

Grey's mouth opens, staring at the four-story window, which has been extinguished for a long time. As long as I couldn't handle the error, I was able to examine whether there were ears around me. I made fun of him without worrying.

"If you deny it like that, the vein won't go anywhere."

The day I went to the royal palace to ask you to call me to the capital, since I couldn't win the battle with Evan and became a change bag. It was too sharp to hold, so it was useless. I turned my back on Silica. What could be different from what Silica looked like just then? He looks just like me, despising my blood.

- There is only one prince left to live. Even because of what happened at the meeting hall, Prince Three can no longer touch the Grand Duke. And Alan Manasil and Prince III are going to look at our hands, and without Prince III, the prince is just a little boy with a lot of pride. So don't worry about anything else. Prepare to put a crown on Prince 1's head. It's the second Le Maine. You can make it whatever you want.

You're right. There is nothing wrong with it.

If we're going to show him the same ending, let's put up with Randall today. It's nothing compared to what you endured with Calian.

After a long thought, Grey turns back.

Callian will never lay a hand on Grey if she knows better than to disappear right now. Don't worry about anything else.

"You act like you've got it all figured out without knowing it's gonna end up like my mother."

"Do you see that? In your eyes."

By the way.

I did.

- Kuang!

That's what I thought.

"I wish I could see it go on like the rest of the world. Me, too."

The darkness has split.

The light flashes. You can feel the agony of pain that won't leak even the screams. The guilt of the throat was nowhere but breathless. I can't breathe.

I never thought I'd have to face you right now.

I never thought I'd see you again.

"Yes. I'll keep her alive without a single scratch like I expected."

"Carl, Lean, Prince."

Red eyes condemn Grey's heart.

- Qasim!

I looked down.

The black sword, which seems to be buried in the shadows, is tearing the darkness apart. I can feel it piercing through my neck and embedded in the thick corridor wall outside Chermill Palace. I can't breathe. There's no wound. The heart beats steadily. My heart pounds like a sword in my neck. It's cold. I can't breathe.

Fear is overwhelming.

Fear is more like a nightmare.

My hands are shaking.

I can't breathe.

"· · · · · · Keep barking."

My singing lips whispered a beautiful smile that seemed to have the whole world.

"Woof, woof."

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