How to Live as the Enemy Prince

It hasn't been confirmed yet.

Maybe you're wrong.

I grabbed the edge of reason while sitting on the Raven running at an astonishingly fast speed without touching one of the falling objects and the tip of a small child's hand.

"Khalian, Khalian."

Who I am.

So I don't want to forget where this place is, how it's done, what it's not supposed to do. I don't want to forget everything. I don't want to ruin it all.

I don't want to just kill you.

- Dag, Dag, Dag, Dag!

The sound of horse horseshoes knocking the floor fills the alleyway, the royal highway, and the alleyway again. Calian's feet strike Raven hard. You know damn well you're going to run.

"· · · · · · · Kalian."

The thin voice continued to shake.

I barely held on to myself, and my mind moved my hands. You search the saddled bag on top of a large, violent horse. You grip the massive black robe.

Calian's words may be obvious to anyone, but Calian's movements may be visible to anyone, but there's still room to hide and deny if his face isn't exposed.

Even if one kills in front of people.

Raven's body enters the darkness. You take the gap and turn the black robe upside down. I covered my face.

'Me and sha.'

A moment later, I saw a sign.

I've finally reached a place that seemed farther away than the spire of the royal palace of Cecritia. Unlike Astricia, there was a loud noise nearby and people were spilling out into the streets. However, no one ran away to see if there were enough fights to avoid the body. Rather, I was looking for the source of the storm.

Nevertheless, Raven did not slow down.

I dug through the crowds on the street, sometimes dodging obstacles, sometimes jumping over them, and making every effort to get to where Callian needed to go. Those who recognized Raven stepped aside. Surprised by the horses rushing at a terrifying speed, the people are bitten. Raven continues to run over the forced path.

I reached a place full of commotion. I can see an old building from afar. Calian's gaze is fixed on the familiar life that has been unfolding since the beginning. I can see the two Black Ingots fighting against each other.

I was able to confirm that I thought Eila was in danger, and I was certain she was still alive. Nonetheless, Khalian does not take off his robes. You keep your red eyes hidden inside the black cloth and keep an eye on the roof of the building.

- Polygon, polygon · · · · · · ·!

Significantly slows down my speed.

You're still pretty far from where Eila is, but you can't run anymore, driven by the crowds. That's when I decided to run down Raven's roof myself.

"Oh, oh!"

A startled voice erupted from the surrounding area, like a breath. Kalian's head points upward.

The blue tide rises out of the ledge. Lose the center. Fall in. The stench of dark blood overwhelmed my whole body. I can feel Serenus' poisonous scent hovering by my heart.

- Ta-ah!

Calian's feet suddenly pop into Raven's saddle.

It's falling. It's high. Away from the Kalian. Away. If I fall, where do I reduce my impact? Nothing. Nothing. Fall or die. Die again. It's gone. Again, it's getting late.

No, no, no.

The shadow shifts like a shadow.

The smell of Eila's blood fills your mind. I'm hurt. I don't know how I got hurt, but I'm bleeding. Even if you take something that falls, you might get hurt if you shake your body. You might break a bone. It could be more dangerous.

- Pearls · · · · · · · Luck!

I escaped my last refuge while covering my red eyes. I hit the ground again and continued to move as if flying against the wall. I never took my eyes off the falling waves. He reaches out for the bluebird that can't fly. Eila reaches out to you. I pulled as hard as I could.

You open the robe and wrap her up.

Don't let even the slightest grain of sand touch your wound, so that you won't be able to swing your body as you roll.

Eila.

Surrounded.

You tug. You stretch out your body's error and wrap a small thing around your chest.

- Kuang!

I'm tossed to the ground. I don't know how many laps. The sky and the floor constantly changed, clouding my vision. We don't know what rolled over where it was stacked. You roll your head in her arms, wrapped around her back.

As the movement stops, you hear a small breath. Suddenly, a breath came out of Calian's mouth.

"Ah · · · · · · · · caught."

My arms are shaking.

I didn't care if it was torn at the broken plank or because I was intoxicated by Serenus' scent.

"Eila."

Thank goodness.

I once again embraced the blue bird in the black shelter. I was afraid I'd lose him.

"I can't breathe."

You hear a small voice.

I hear a small voice.

"He's not dead."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

"I've been hurt a lot. It hurts so much."

"Yes."

"My daughter is broken. Buy me a new one."

"Yes."

"If it breaks again, buy it again."

"Yes · · · · · · · · ·."

"It'll be fine."

"Yes."

"Rashid Brissen. Kill me."

"Yes."

* * *

Man is a creature that can be strong.

To protect someone, to protect yourself.

So I became strong.

Boiled without salt was grilled with chicken, and all the delicious foods I like were handed over to others, and I became really strong after thinking about wanting to give up dozens of times a day.

"Give me something other than this sandwich sauce. The one I used to eat."

Then what is it?

"That's a new one. It's popular."

"It doesn't taste good."

"Don't eat it separately, just one bite."

"Hey."

"No, I'll do it again right now."

No matter how strong you are, it doesn't matter.

The cafe owner, who instinctively pushed away the fear, grilled bacon, delicately teasing Raven's hind limbs. The elaborate muscles flashed one rye bread in half, and the robust knight's wrist sliced open with a large tomato because of the merciless movement of his restless hand.

A sauce sprinkled evenly over bread with fine control that doesn't seem to tolerate a single tooth error. On top of it were bacon, tomatoes, and white cheese.

- Cheers.

The man who cut the perfect sandwich for a piece of art and put it neatly on the table.

After an all-night shift, I go into a little room on the side that I made you come back in the morning, and I don't know if heaven and earth change. No, I just crawled out to eat after I fell asleep. The scariest person in the world who came out to eat.

The table where the captain of the Balkans, Nedlen Jay, sits.

"It's noisy out there. I can't sleep. Is there a festival today?"

After a long yawn, Needlelen moistened his neck with a sip of cold milk and asked. Then the gentle man who was sitting face to face replied, shaking his head.

"No, it wasn't, but it was noisy. The Duke of Siegfried came to our shop a little while ago."

"What? Why is the Peacock here?"

"You bought ice cream. Strawberry ice cream."

Needlen tilted his head as he thought of a delicious ice cream filled with strawberries as famous as a sandwich in this cafe.

"I didn't think the Peacock would like that. I'm surprised."

"Looks like you're giving it to the Balkan Healer."

Needlelen's movements pause, then move again, as he picks up the sandwich.

"Why did you two come to Astricia? Are you here for your birthday costume?"

"I think so. The Three Princes Costumes Shop is nearby."

"Yes, I've heard of it."

"That's why it looked like Prince 3rd was introducing you himself."

Even so, a huge slice of tomato fell off my favorite sandwich.

"Prince Kalian is here?"

"Yes. I see you've come with me to escort His Royal Highness."

What is it about this feeling that the more you ask the question, the more important it seems to be? You're mistaken.

"Mr. Plants, you were here. Now."

"He's out there. Don't you see?"

Oh, I see.

My brother's growing muscles and filling his head with unsalted chicken breasts. My X.O. has a brother who looks like a flower, but I have a brother who looks like chicken breast.

The world isn't fair.

"· · · · · · · Scarlet."

"Scall."

"Scarlet."

"Please give me your name, sis."

Nedlen, who forgot to say something and shouted his name, stood up as if he were popping up. Then he ran out of the store, leaving his sandwich behind.

Thanks to you.

A prince standing in front of a fountain and a healer's hand held tightly together.

That's how I found out.

Scarlet, our only precious twin, didn't tell us the most important thing. At this point, Nedlen shouldn't have come out unnoticed.

* * *

There was a loud noise and there was a fight.

One fell and someone flew in and got it.

The man who looked like he was looking at the person wrapped in a black cloth, who had been kept in his arms, woke up. A long, purple jacket that is sure to be valuable at first glance. The sleeve was torn long. A drop of dark red blood spills down your sleeve.

Dirt all over the body, torn sleeves, thick drops of blood.

The people's eyes did not stay on it. Helping a man lightly lift a man in black cloth and lean against the wall, taking off his torn jacket and uncomfortable vest and placing it on the ground, he could clearly see the white dust that was buried in the broken clothes and black robes disappearing for a moment, but he did not realize it.

Darker hair than the night I sat down. Redder than a flame to light up the night. Because I saw it.

"Just · · · · · · · ·."

The prince just flew in. I'm lying on a dirt floor where I don't have to lie. Is the prince right? Was it the prince who saved the stray a moment ago?

I think we know each other well enough to accidentally rescue someone who's in danger along the way.

"Who could it be right now?"

So did someone try to drop your man under the roof and kill him?

- Tsk.

- Sarak, Sarak.

I heard the sound of such a loud noise.

Callian, leaning against Eila's wall, tears off a handful of black robes and loosens the white bandages that were wrapped around my hands, as if I didn't care about the attention around her. He once again operates his magic, putting it on a piece of robe and bandage that had already been cleaned, and repeatedly using clean magic.

My mouth reminded me of doing something similar.

"It's expensive, but it's often torn. And it wasn't a bandage that I wrapped up to recycle."

"I was told to kill a man." He's not trying to kill you. He's just trying to save your life. "

"I didn't say I was going to kill you. I can't kill him now. I have a lot of eyes."

"Shouldn't we at least follow them? I can look at my wounds."

"He's not gone yet. It's like watching from above."

"That's bold."

"Maybe they know they can't. Or you could say hello to me."

Callian glances at Eila, who quietly replies. You grip the round piece of robe tightly in your hand.

"Hold on. I'm bleeding a lot."

"Okay."

At the end of the answer, a lump of black cloth creeps into the wound on your side.

With the sensation of dullness returning to life, Eila, who was about to kick the bleeding prince with one knee on the ground, grips her teeth. A blunt force broke through the wound and endured the pain of forcing clogging the bleed.

Callian glances at Eila's face, blocking the blood from seeping out. However, I turned my eyes back to the scar after a long time. A deep sinking voice leaks out through the cracks in my lips.

"Still awful."

"I told you to be patient, yo."

"I didn't know you could take it. You're not gonna die. Reading."

"Rather than a prince putting a piece of cloth in someone else's wound,"

"Don't detect the eyes. Eila."

Eila shuts up when she comes out of her mouth. After a few bandages around your waist, Kalian looks at Eila with his knots crossed.

"If it falls, if it happens again, Don't look in the eyes. Think of something to grab onto. Hold on to the collarbone you dropped."

"Did you wind it because you wanted to? I wrapped it up because I was scared."

"Don't die."

Eila has been staring at Calian for a while.

"· · · · · · I must have died first. More than Prince."

There was no reply from Kalian.

"I won't, next time."

Eila replies instead.

Kalian nods. Then I got up from my seat.

- Polygon.

Raven walks out between the people who were watching Calian without leaving or approaching. Calian opens his mouth a few times, patting Raven, who took us here so well before it's too late.

"I told him not to come, but the Peacock will be here soon. From my brother or in person. Just wait until then."

"Are you here to greet me?"

"No."

Kalian shakes his head this time.

Then she opens her mouth, looking down at Eila's long flowing hair.

"You'll pay for what you've broken. It's mine."

Eila nods, smiling bloody.

Kalian looks away. Then you see the scar on her arm, wrapped around her and rolling. I looked at it for a moment. The sleeve of the torn shirt bothers me more than the long, bloody wound.

Calian frowns slightly as if he had no choice but to move his hand.

Tuck.

I loosened my cuffs and buttons and walked my sleeves.

Tsk, tsk.

I folded up my sleeves and smoothed out the wrinkles. You hear Eila's calm voice as she looks at it.

"If you're going to get it anyway, pick it up at a high price. I liked it."

"It'll take me a long time to get everything I like."

"It doesn't matter."

"Not really, no."

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

A slight smile kicks the floor a few times with the black tip of his shoe.

"I'll be back."

And at some point, I pushed my foot.

- Ta-ah!

The toes of the feet away from the floor rise high, seated in Raven's saddle. Step on the thin pillar of a shattered tent and jump one more time. Touching the corner of the window frame, once again, stepping on the small loop that protrudes to loosen the laundry line.

I flew to the rooftop like a shadow of a sleek cat.

- Bloop.

A few steps forward, Calian sits silently on the rooftop of a six-story building.

"Welcome. I almost left because of the long wait."

Bright, dark brown hair, vivid green eyes that look like they've been stabbed with grey. You greet the patient young man who has waited a long time for Kalian to come up.

Oh, the grass color again.

I'm sick of this shit.

After the first impression of your new friend, you see a beautiful smile on Calian's lips.

"Good. If I'd gone back, I'd have been hurt a lot."

"Yes. I thought you'd be sad otherwise, so I stopped."

The young man said, with a pure smile, put his hands together. Then, with a very respectful attitude, he looked down and raised an example.

"Greetings to Prince 3. The son of Earl Brissen, the Baron Rashid Brissen. It is truly an honor to meet you."

"Nice to meet you."

Khalian is willing to give an example.

"I'm Calian."

The young man seemed to have heard an interesting answer. Calian takes a moment to look at that expression and gives you a faint voice.

"I think it's a little early for me to ask you these questions as soon as I meet you. But he can't stand my curiosity. If you don't mind, I just have one question."

"Yes. Ask as many questions as you like, Prince."

Kalian nods.

Under a rolled up black sleeve.

White arms are raised.

A white hand followed by a thin wrist spreads out a long finger. Towards the little girl in Rashid's hands.

"Someone touched mine. I wonder if you know."

Rashid raises his head with a long smile.

A rotten, similar smile flashes across Calian's face.

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