How to Live as the Enemy Prince

I heard about it.

"Our prince, who appeared from somewhere to see Lord Bridget fall from the rooftop, acted as if he were going to kill Lord Bridget one more time. I've been there. You're so fierce. By the way, what our prince gave us at that time is very well stored · · · · · · · · · No ·. That's fine."

Arsenal opened her mouth again, a man standing in front of me who had taken his eyes off Needlelen who was not sure if my boss was right.

"About the time the Duke of Siegfried came after him to stop the guards at the capital. Until when, no. Don't put that in your ear. It was a mistake. By the way, the Vice Commander, the crown prince, arrived and defeated the Water Guard, and · · · · So the Water Guard, are they the ones who are being held there?"

"Yes, sir."

"Yes. But then the Vice Commander, the Crown Prince, bought you a perfume."

"Yes, that's right."

"How much?"

"Yes?"

"Oh, no. I was just curious."

Nedlen only nodded his head, swallowing only that he had concluded the deal by asking if he could scold members later to maintain a transparent and seamless trading system of the perfume market, in order to give him a suspicious amount of money, not to buy perfume.

"Anyway, then I arrived."

"Yes, sir."

Eila and Arsen, who came back to the royal palace with half the men who came here, hold their heads back.

Then I looked up at the rooftop for a moment.

Needlen, who was next to you, asks for Arsen with a worried face.

"Wouldn't it be better to go up and apply? There's a lot of fighting going on."

"Have you ever seen my prince fight for himself?"

"Yes, I've seen Prince 3rd confront Siona Hill."

"How'd it go?"

"That was scary."

"It wasn't me."

"Weren't you scared?"

"No. I was dying."

"Ah · · · · · · · Yes."

"I don't think we need to go up there anyway. Stay here and keep watch."

"Are you sure about this?"

In Needleen's worrying question, Arsen turns his head to look at Needlelen.

"I heard you bought a perfume."

"Yes."

"You didn't just leave what you bought, did you? You sprayed it with abundance."

"rather than · · · · · · · sprinkled. You poured it in."

"Of course. If that's the case, just leave it alone and keep it well guarded with the Siegfried Knights." Keep your eyes peeled so those guards don't go anywhere. We have to take him to the palace later. "

Arsen takes a step back as if it were nothing. Needlen steps forward to Arsen and opens his mouth.

"Where are you going?"

"Behind you."

"Behind the building?"

"Yes."

"Why are you going there?"

"I heard you saw my prince fight."

"Yes."

"The last time you guys broke into a liquor store, you were beaten to death by our prince."

"I did."

"Then we should find out if that life belongs to our prince or not."

"I know it doesn't belong to Prince Three."

"That's why I'm going back."

"· · · · · · · Are you resembling the deputy commander now?"

Without a proper explanation, it was just a riddle.

Arsen frowns, his face saying, "What is this you are abusing my teacher for?" - "To be exact, I have heard a very dishonorable word."

"If the Vice Commander who is the Crown Prince has been fighting up there since the perfume was poured in, it means that the Vice Commander who is the Crown Prince who made him live with a sword. He has a knack for changing people. By the way, he started a fight on purpose. Is our prince going to catch people in the middle of the capital? Not the Chairman of the Association, no. Forget I said that."

"Yes, I think we should."

"Thank you. I suppose whatever my prince doesn't catch and let go of in the fight he's been in, I'll have to catch it." So you stay here and guard them, and keep an eye out for Count Siegfried and his knights. Make others look like they're close to Balkan and Siegfried. Do you understand? "

"· · · · · · · Yes."

Arsen nods once more. Then I stopped again and looked at Nedlen.

"Oh, and..."

"Yes?"

"You've been hanging around your Vice Commander, the Crown Prince, lately."

"Yes, Deputy Chief Hertz. I'm here to help."

"· · · · · · · Yes. Helping me with my work."

"Yes."

"That's not the point. If you're going to buy a new perfume with the money you sold to the Deputy Chief, don't buy the flower perfume."

"What's the matter?"

"Don't ask."

"Yes."

"Don't even buy grapefruit. That's the shortcut to life."

"· · · · · · Why."

"I'm busy, so I'll explain later. I'm going anyway."

You may or may not have seen it, but Arsen has always been as volatile and moved towards the back of the building.

By the time the tip of his foot touched the shadow of the moon.

The tip of Arsen's foot disappears. Then the ankles, calves, shoulders, and at the end, all the blue heads disappeared.

Arsen, who was so transparent, began to wait for the 'rotten man behind' who would soon jump over here.

* * *

There was a reason.

I just kept holding on to Grey. I endured every insult, no matter what spit out. Even though I paid him back with my brother's hand, it couldn't be complete. Eventually I just endured it. I understand that now.

But even Rashid's could not bear it. There were many reasons. Above all, I didn't want to get used to being stuck with my brother again. Now I know I can.

So I had a lot to say.

There was a reason. I needed you to take out the weaknesses you couldn't hold on to, the ones you couldn't hold on to in anger.

It wasn't reckless because I've checked so many things already. I saw who was next to him, I knew what was in his heart, I knew what he was reluctant to do, I knew how powerful he was. He didn't send Nedlen and Arsen, just in case.

I had so much to say.

Explain, persuade, make excuses.

The second thing I just said was that I was born with the name 'yes', but it was a new experience for me, so I think it's kind of a problem that it came out of my brother's mouth. Apparently, it's a little absurd to hear that without prejudice, but you're very rude right now.

You and I are the same, by the way. You're mad at me. You don't think you can live with yourself?

I had to say that.

But...

"You would have done the math with that smart head of yours. With Hina here, he's suspicious. He'll know right away. If you scratch him gently so he can see the bottom, we can grab him and swing him. I would have."

I can't stand you being so rude anymore, and I'm angry. You count more than I do, and you end up with the same face as me.

I was going to say that.

"If the bastard who killed Eila Van had been a sodmaster, I wouldn't have told him not to come because I'm just crazy." Or whatever else you saw on the way over here. He's got some skill between Eila and me, so he must have figured it out somehow. It'll be fine with Balkans, that's how you calculated. I guess so. I guess so. "

I heard his voice, as if I was halfway through my head. What I could say was gone.

Because the smell of blood was so dark in front of my eyes, I couldn't think of what else to say, because of the fragrance mixed in.

"Giving up the heart. We need to find out what he's hiding with that smart head of his. He's so smart, he can play chess for five or ten times. That's how you do it. Everything will work out the way you think."

- Thump, thump, thump.

I don't know what I just did, but from one more cut on the deep end of the flesh, how much strength it gave to the royal body, and from the deep cut of the blunt shirt pin, something red and bitter came out.

So let go of this hand first.

Or should I ask him what he's doing?

I kept thinking, but I didn't get the right answer.

"Maybe I should have saved your life." If he gets mad, even if he can't stop them all, his brother will take care of it. Of course you did. You believed that without a doubt. "

Plants looks down.

I looked at his bloodied hands, who knows whose. I glanced down at it.

"Yes."

Then I moved my mouth.

"He'll stop you anyway. I'm sure he'll save your life. My brother."

I know you're angry.

I knew very well that he had gone mad again.

"I don't want to die. I don't want to live. I know my brother's not in any danger. My powerful brother, who surrounds me from the shield, won't let me die either. Then this is the best way. So I did. Why?"

Why, I know. Why are you angry?

Why Calian is still my brother, and he's gone so crazy.

I still don't know why.

"· · · · · · · · I'm not saying I want to die. I'm not saying I don't want to live. But you left your neck to me, and not to yourself."

You hear a cynical voice.

"Just in case there's anyone else hiding out here besides him. Whether I miss his sword or not. I don't care about him because his head is spinning and I don't want to just run into him. You don't have to calculate that. All you have to do is find out what you can see. That's all I could think about. Nothing's gonna get out of hand anyway. With no exceptions whatsoever. As I suspected. That's how the whole world works. Even if it doesn't. Even if it doesn't."

The hand that does not grasp the collar of the plant moves.

A white finger presses into the shoulder bone of the plant. You can see that the soft, tightly clamped mouths of the plants are tightening.

Yeah, it is.

I can see very well.

"A few times that bastard's sword will be stopped and nothing will happen to his shoulder. I won't let him come near you. That shouldn't be a problem."

Kalian gives you more strength in the hand around his neck.

I didn't use a silent treatment. You lower your voice to avoid raising your voice.

A whispering voice flows out.

"Of course. Let me save you. I am."

Cough.

Once again, the tip of the hand touches slightly over the shoulder of the plant.

It hurts.

"And yet, you believe in me like that. Why don't you want to be surrounded by shields in front of your brother? Why is it annoying to treat a child as an acclaimed child? Don't you know that's a big contradiction right now? Haven't you ever thought that with a smart head?"

Plants did not answer.

Callian does not wait for an answer.

"If you hate it and you're annoyed, If you feel like a dog first. Don't leave your brother's life to me.Don 't tell me you'll become stronger with your sword. Learn to be afraid first. Think about what's really scary. Not one opponent, not even me, not even you. We're all equally fair, one by one, and we're all out of the game. I want you to worry about what happens if something goes wrong, if you get hurt, if you get killed, or if you get hurt first."

I keep hearing a low growl.

"Fear and think. Don't calculate. If you think about it, how much it hurts to die, and how scary it is, you can't just leave me with my life like that. Then I won't do anything to stand in front of my brother."

Yeah, it is.

I wasn't wrong. Kalian was always right.

The contradiction is true. I know that you didn't want to be locked up in the shield and put behind your back, and that you were eventually using Kalian's power as a burial pad while trying to protect your brother. I knew that Khalian would stop Rashid's sword, even after he went out in front of Rashid with that disgusting scent all over his body. The contradiction is correct.

"I thought."

But I was wrong.

"I thought, I'm scared. Me, too."

"You think and you're scared and you do this?"

"Yes."

Plants looks at Calian.

I don't know what I was thinking.

I don't know what I was afraid of.

It did not necessarily explain.

"That's why I'm doing this."

"· · · · · · · · · · · Ha."

Callian understands that.

Knock, knock.

The broken shirt pin fell to the floor.

My finger drops as I dig between my misplaced shoulders. The hand holding the collar was loosened.

"You said you wanted to live and you didn't want to die. Hanging a heart, hanging a neck. by putting it in the sheep calculation, which is a natural thing for me to do. By trusting me like that. As you wish, I will. I'm gonna keep you locked up forever. If you believe me, no doubt you did. If it bothers you, do you think I will continue to stop you?"

The red eye stares at the green eye.

I scooped them all up and tried to cut them off.

"If you act like a child on the edge of a cliff, I, playing around with my brother, nagging at him for some food, trying hard to get rid of the smell of flowers, keeping him alive if I have to. I think it's easy. I think it will be."

"· · · · · · Let's stop."

"As you calculate, I just have to make up my mind, that's all."

"I told you to stop."

"I will. Until the end. Continue."

"Hey."

"Not dead. It never goes away, ever. I am."

I had nothing to say.

I can't think of anything to say.

I didn't tell him.

- Phew!

Calian's head snaps open. Plants, who had his swinging arm back into place, bit my mouth tightly.

Plants could have told me, but he didn't.

Kalian could have avoided, but he just got hit.

I just got hit, assuming it was a half-spit price.

"If you're so afraid of losing your brother again."

But it hurt a little more than I thought, so I opened my mouth again because I got hit.

"· · · · · · You might lose your brother again, too. I don't think that's what you've been thinking. I thought about it, but I knew he wouldn't keep doing this. I don't want you to suffer for your little brother. Me, too."

The man's head is punched in and his lips pop open, barking one more time. And then, whoosh, leaving the guy who punched his way out of his dislocated shoulder. I went down alone.

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