How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Wound.

There is a wound in Demirea's hand that must be left standing like a myriad of blisters, and there is a wound that must be removed even if it is smashed like a piece of glass in Plants' arm.

Many of the wounds on Bern's body were slightly different. It didn't get hard and it didn't heal. It was because I didn't have the touch to see if I should let it go or dig it out and take care of it. Thanks to this, I covered and covered the wounds that were not healed, and all of the scars made by force were covered so that the ginseng would not leak out. Until the moment of my death, I was not healed.

So I didn't know. Khalian didn't know either.

How to get rid of the unforgettable scent because of your useless good hair. How to treat a wound that only grows one after each scent.

Whether to leave it alone.

I don't know if I should dig it out.

I didn't know.I never examined the wound.

"I can tell without the head. I think I know why I let you live. That's why I tried so hard to keep it airtight. You think you can run and fly when you walk on your back?"

Just don't cover it up and cover it up. Wipe and burn so it doesn't rot. I let it go and dig it out. If I didn't know, I looked at what I knew. I looked at it that way, even if it wasn't the right answer.

I didn't know how to treat the wound, but I knew how painful the wound was on the outside. I didn't think I needed to add another one with it that hurt just by touching it.

But I hurt him again. I barely took a few steps out and grabbed the sweets with my bare hands and pulled them back into the Renieri.

"Avoid me. You."

"It's not like that."

You'd be pissed, wouldn't you?

"Otherwise, tell me who it is."

"Who? What are you talking about?"

"That son of a bitch is in your head right now. Tell me who you are."

It's in my head.

I can't think of anyone. I don't think so.

I use magic. It shapes my magic and turns it into a sword. A Kalian who wields formless error in it and uses his power to search everywhere on the continent of Cystera to find it. And now it's got a peer in it.

The breath stirs your mind with the life expectancy, and the peer in the sword cools your heart to the peer. I'd rather be sober, but I can't. When my body leans, I stand upright with my mind afraid that sword through my neck will actually cut off my neck. If you speak loudly, even your mouth will not move properly and you will answer because you are afraid of a veil.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Was it the head that didn't have anything in it? I'm disappointed."

That guy.

He'll hurt his back just as long as Callian's around. A man who can't even meet his eyes because of his instinctive fear. Someone who must have known Kalian was inside Chermill Palace. Someone who wouldn't even know that it was Calian's patience for Plants that kept me alive.

I wouldn't have put silica on my mouth without going crazy. This is not the same level of greeting.

Either Grey's crazy or someone made him.

Either.

"The son of a bitch who put that name in your mouth to bark. That son of a bitch who said he'd fill your empty head. I'm asking you to take out who it is."

"First, a sword."

"Answers first."

Plants said he was going to live alone with Brycen behind his back.

Callian will never lay a hand on Grey.

So think of Plants in the right words. Check Plants' intentions and decide how to walk. If Plants is right about betraying Brycen, hold Randall's hand. There must be a twisted mouth.

Callian was so sure.

So I asked, and Grey answered.

"Other · · · · · · · · people. No, I didn't."

Lies.

The tip of my smiling lips slightly went up.

- Karaoke!

A small, eerie sound echoes from behind the neck. The sound of another sword already embedded in the corridor wall.

I don't know how, but the blade through my neck is moving. The moment there was even a slight mistake in that move, the matter of how Kalian fell would become completely irrelevant to Grey.

As soon as Callian makes a mistake, Grey will be dead, and then no matter what happens to her, Grey won't be able to see it.

Immediately, Grey's eyes looked around her.

The knights of the palace, however, do not approach. Silent opens, and Kiri stops anyone from coming.

Inside the corridor of Chermill Palace is rarely populated. No one's looking. So there are only two people who have seen this situation. It's only Kalian and Gray who have been dragged into this blinking new place by the hands of Kalian.

Calian's lips move small, checking Grey's eyes.

"Don't count on it. No one's gonna help you. As I've always done."

Yeah, I know. This is madness. I'm going through something that I would rather be hit again, but I can't see a single eye, and I don't even have a whiplash on my body. A blade that pierces through the neck, but leaves no marks. Who's going to believe this? I wonder what kind of crazy nightmare you had.

"If you want to do something bad, you have to do it like me. So that no one can see what I'm doing in the middle of this vast palace. We have to be sure. That's the only way to make fun of it. Don't you think so?"

Confirmed. There was definitely no one.

I didn't say it out loud. I lived a life without having to swallow a horse, but nonetheless, I checked and mumbled quietly. If you do not do so, you can't bear to be angry. I confided in the prince and the prince in a very, very discreet way. And then he just popped out of nowhere.

Unfair.

"Is it unfair?"

"· · · · · · · No."

"If you're unfair, unravel the man who spoke to you instead of me."

Jan told me not to kill him.

I listened to Jan quietly.

"So did your father. You didn't know what you did until you fell at my feet and died. You're the same. Your head is firm, your mouth is light, and your figure is nothing like your father's. Seeing that pathetic gesture of not knowing what's right in front of your eyes, rather than your own fault, it seems like you've met your dead father again. Even if I live like that, I don't know how to die by my hands. You look just like your father. You."

Kiri told me not to pay him back.

But I didn't listen to Kyrie.

I was so angry that I couldn't hear it.

"You resemble your father, whom you hate so much. I wonder if your child resembles your father."

The fine aesthetic reaches my ears endlessly. To make sure I don't forget, I dig a word that slowly connects to the bad head without giving me a place to go.

Grey doesn't get angry enough to understand what that cost her. Instead, I opened my mouth again with a cool face.

"No one, I said."

"That's the answer."

The white tip of your hand gives you a boost.

Die.

"Yes, it is. Prince Kalian."

No, you're not.

Right now, Callian can't kill Grey. So there's no need to tell the truth. We don't have to ruin anything by finding out from now that we've reached out to the people who promised to kill Alan and Callian.

I finally realized something.

Calian's ridicule has made me bleed.

"Not a clue."

"Don't you see?"

"Yes, there's nothing in my head. I have no idea."

Grey replies, leaning against the wall of the corridor with a shadow of the moon around her neck. And I looked at Callian. Now you're asking me how to answer it. I want to see the face that bears the grudge.

"Yes · · · · · · · · Yes. That's the answer."

Callian,

"That's what makes it fun. I am."

He was very satisfied.

- Square.

Soon after, there was a very small sound.

A sword embedded in the walls of the corridor comes out again about an inch away. The sword passes through you, and you feel the nerves rising.

Living in the black clay of Kalian's breath. It's gone. So, why?

"I said I'd keep her alive. I'm a good keeper of my promises. Except the promise of a duel with Little Duke. It just keeps getting weirder."

The cool energy of the horse disappeared. The Pier disappears. The sword that has returned to its red glow is still around your neck, but you feel no fear anymore. So, why?

"So let him live. You have to let him live."

Then why are my arms shaking so much?

I'm afraid of normal words that go on without living or blooming. I'm afraid to look at it as if it's nothing. I'm afraid of words that lead to normal conversations.

Like a hungry snake in front of you.

Grey didn't immediately understand because she was afraid of it. You did not immediately recall the meaning of the words you said you would keep alive.

"Sixty-four, and one. Do you know what this number is?"

Calian opens his mouth again, pulling out his dagger.

"· · · · · · Also."

"I don't know. I don't have anything in my head."

- Square.

"There are 64 nobles who are named after you. Melion, Segnis, Evel, Helica, Berrian, Jean, Terahan, Tribica, Vieuf, who else? Enensita. Everyone knows my face once in a while. Sixty-four of them."

Once again, the sword is out.

"If we get rid of them one by one, you'll be a little quiet. I thought catching them all would ease my anger if I caught you, but I missed something."

It's not about sticking a sword in. I'm definitely pulling it out. I'm saving him a little. However, I feel like my bones are being torn apart.

"· · · · · · · There is one more thing."

- Square.

Small and small.

"Why didn't you bring your son here? I wonder why you're here alone with the four children you've been carrying around in the White March. I've been thinking. If your son had been wary of coveting your seat just like your father did for you, he wouldn't have put it on the Grand Heirloom, so I thought that was weird."

That sounds creepy. I can't stand the sound.

"Do you care? You, your child. Were you worried your forces might get hurt while standing in the middle of an imperfect day? Is that why you hid it in the Grand Marquis?"

Grey laughs.

"The one who says I look like my father, do you say that?"

"Save it. You hid it. Am I wrong?"

"Wrong."

"Lies."

Kalian laughs.

"Instead of putting off wondering who's helping you and keeping you alive for a while. I'll keep that in mind."

Square.

"Well, one person."

Square, square.

* * *

Needleren's troubles have begun.

I stopped watching the walnut slices scattered over the salad, but should I just ask you to eat them, or pretend you don't know?

You have to eat nuts well to be strong. I was eating sliced almonds well. I think I'm too interested in recommending some walnuts. If you tell me walnuts are good for your head, you're smart enough to stay away. You won't grow if you starve. You're already taller than Needleren to scare him. The prince was the opponent who taught me not to need them all and to eat evenly.

"Leave it."

"Yes?"

"Walnuts."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

Anyway, I think one of the best people in Cysteria

I'm staring at the picking walnuts, so how could I not notice? After a quiet meal, Needleren is slightly surprised and silent.

Soon after Plants' meal, Raedric clears out the dishes in a timely manner. Needlen, who helped me with that for a moment, goes to Arsen's desk. I had to pay for my meal.

But it wasn't Plants. After clearing the dishes, I sat quietly with my legs bent in front of the table. Even though Lord Cesar wanted to ask why he doesn't pay for food, Needleen was also noticing quietly.

- Jubbuck.

It wasn't until Plants looked at the clock on the wall that he got up. Then he took a step towards the door.

"Are you off to work, Deputy Commander?"

The answer came back to the voice full of thought, 'Was it a big plan to leave everything to me and the deputy commander both of them out?'

"No, I'm going out. Wait."

"Oh, are you going for a walk after dinner?"

"Don't."

Not all of them.

Needlelen, who is not very good at getting hit, wriggles his head moderately, but Plants has given a very kind answer for some reason.

"I think my brother would be furious by now."

"Prince Kalian is angry?"

I can't believe Kalian's mad.

Half dead, or crying, or really dead. Needleren looks at Plants, who was briefly trying to mourn the other party, for sure that one of the three would do it.

"By any chance, did Prince Kalian meet with Grey Brissen?"

"Yes."

I thought I might have met him, but I thought I saw him.

It's not hard to be sure. I saw a loyal, bright ear knight walking out of the entrance of Chermill Palace and into Chermill Palace from the training ground at the rear gate.

That's why Grey Brissen came to Chermill. It must be Randall. If Randall met with Calian, he wouldn't want to see anyone else. If you came down here to meet Kalian in person, you must have had a good reason to do it. You wouldn't even want to meet Bricen if you felt compelled to meet Calianless. So Randall must have sent Grey back.

That's how they found Grey. My brother.

You know you have to endure it, but you can't endure it.

"You're going to try and stop Grey Brissen."

"No, I'm here to feed you."

Plants turns.

And I went out the door, full throbbing.

Thanks to the deputy commander who said it was time to feed Lucy and Anne, he left the team leader who was trying to change the cat food that was going through his head into spinach soup.

* * *

It was not so delicate, but it turned out that my rather delicate brother was angry again. You should not have killed Grey Brissen. He would have sent her back angry, threatened and unharmed, knowing better than anyone. But what's the best way to scare that Grey Brissen to death?

I'll be a snake again.

You must have used the same method that became a ghost to Devil.

So it's obvious that I'm hungry because I'm feeling empty again. I can't just stand by and watch because I've somehow become the brother who gave me cause and effect. So let's just feed them.

- Awesome.

It was just an idea. So I was headed to Chermill. But I ran into him again.

"· · · · · · I see your downfall."

I don't know how he heard the threat, but this time it was the opposite. Her expression disappears from her face. Angry or scared or hard to figure out.

But I guess I learned something. Grey greets Plants first. There was no respect, but it was formal, so the satisfied plant moved its head slightly to get an example. And I took a step past Grey.

No, I only took one step.

Looking in different directions, the plant next to Grey opens its mouth in a low voice.

"I didn't recognize my blood. I don't think you recognize it when you crouch."

Grey's gaze returns to her side. I glanced at the prince standing still with no eyes on either side.

"Unlike me. Like Brissen."

Said he was sure he'd met Kalian. A small, low voice echoes into Grey's ears that even Raleigh can't hear behind him.

"Well, what the hell."

- Jubbuck, Jubbuck.

No answer came back.

Whether he understood it or not, Plants took a very short pause again.

A man who takes advantage of only one thing. However, this time, I stopped for a moment to get something on behalf of the person who was starving without profit and was just furious.

A green frog just escaped in front of the snake and ran away in a hurry. I'm gonna grab it and slowly put it in the boiling pot. Pretend to be a warm sanctuary, pretend to be a safe place, pretend to be a good place where no one will attack you. Trying to keep the frog from escaping the snake like that.

Devil was fooled by the public relations personality that he had made so well, but there's no way Grey wouldn't be fooled.

"Brother, where have you been?"

"Wilhelm Coffin."

"You came all night the last time you came back, but not today."

"I'm hungry."

"You haven't eaten."

"I didn't."

Lies.

Kalian doesn't say what he knows. And I just laughed. I laughed because I haven't learned how to say that I suffered on my behalf, so it was fun to feed it. I laughed because it was fun to have my breath back.

"Then we'll do it together."

"Got it."

"I'm gonna eat a lot of that meat. Sir, do you have a good time?"

"Sometime."

"Still, I'm very hungry."

"Got it."

"Yes."

"I'll eat beef and pork, not chicken."

"Got it."

"Yes."

Plants turns his head back. And I looked back at where Grey had passed.

I don't know how much frog's head can think of. If he had a head, he'd come in on his own. Don't worry, if you don't come in, you can go out and get them.

Just one frog. It's my hunt to catch fire myself one day anyway.

"You sent me lamb from Siegfried, and I'd like you to bring it with you."

"No."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

Frogs are frogs, and I don't like lamb.

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