How to Live as the Enemy Prince

A rumbling sound emanates from Calian's mouth.

Meat.

I smell meat.

the smell of freshly baked bread, the smell of grass that is fresh but not very interested, the smell of soup full of salt tones, the smell of baked onions, the smell of ripe potatoes and mushrooms, the smell of stewed tomatoes, and · · · · · · Meat.

The smell of beef chicken, pork, pork. A truly sweet-smelling smell of baked, boiled and boiled. It smells like that.

"Sounds delicious."

Beyond the curtain.

Callian makes a funny noise without me knowing that the servants had moved their breakfast out.

Thanks to his elusive talent, he was exposed to the precious face of Holland, and even more distant Plants would come on his own, and Arsenal would definitely follow him when he came. Plus, I'm so hungry, I need to eat more than anything else. You're gonna eat a lot. You're gonna eat a lot. So give me lots of meat.

There's a huge table set up just outside that curtain, and there's no way God won't fly.

"Eat a lot. I have to eat a lot and get better quickly until I look down at the peas again. I have to carry my dad around hard because he's so big."

Half Kalian is very hungry, half Don Bern.

I don't even know if it's a real note coming from a mixed wind, and I wonder if it's okay to do this at this height.

It doesn't matter what they think. Only Calian was in an empty room full of delicious smells.

Callian takes a sip of water next to the bed and puts it straight down.

- Cheers.

The door just opened.

Calian grins slightly off the blanket that was covering his knees. And I said, 'Hello,' and I opened my mouth. By the way.

- Glug! Glug!

A cheerful sound opened and closed the curtain.

Instead of the pale and dreary color that I expected, I noticed a warm, sweet, but bitter brown hair.

You feel embarrassed and embarrassed when you smile at Calian's mouth.

"· · · · · · Arianne?"

"Oh, my God. I thought you were our king. I almost hugged you."

Arianne sits on the bed, not on the chair next to the bed, leaving her first impression unattended. One corner of the flat, fluffy bed tilts slightly.

"I'm here because I'm hurt. Lord Manasil drove me this far, but he said not to be surprised."

Arianne, sitting at Callian's feet, shuts up for a moment. I looked into the ice knife-like eyes that resemble Chase, but could not be Chase's.

Arianne gives a quiet voice, staring at the time she spent alone.

"This is what he looks like, my friend."

You just said it was nice to meet you.

- Bloop.

Bern bows.

You raise your hand and cover your face. I closed my eyes for a moment.

Eila's long head falls down in front of her shoulders, tied up.

"Yes."

To defend what I have gained.

I've decided to ask what I've already lost.

I think it's a little bit lonely.

"I was. Arianne."

Arianne reaches out to Bern with a long, breathing answer. Arianne, with a soft smile, tapped Kalian's leg over the blanket.

"Lord Manasil's early arrival only increased my time in Cairysis. Lord Castrin is no fun. I'm bored. There's not a lot of people here to play with me. So keep playing with me this time. Introduce your lovely bride, show her the royal palace so wide, and take her to the streets where you were in trouble. Go out in the woods and have a drink. Do it."

That was Arianne's answer.

I didn't ask you to tell me about the past. Arianne doesn't ask you to tell her what only Bern remembers.

Instead, he asked me to let him know what I had gained while doing so. We wanted to be together and get to know each other more.

"Play with me, play with me. Kalian."

"Yes. Do it."

Calian nods, a small smile.

* * *

I couldn't sleep through the night.

I stayed up all night with my eyes wide open so that the moon was tilted, darkness was scattered, and the sun was rising. The liquor that I left behind in the middle of the night starts to get the sunlight pouring out.

- Your brother. Do you know what your brother said to me today? Us, no. Do you know what you did to my son?

- That's all I need to know?

- She told me to be her maid. You said you'd let me stay in the capital. To me, to me.

- You're the one who took the kid to the palace, even though I told you I was there. Why, did you think if you took a boy the age of a prince, he'd bring us back to Cairysis even if he felt sorry for us? Did you want that kind of affection for Silica?

Does that sound familiar to you? No, at least I didn't think she'd treat me lightly. But he said that. Then I called the prince, and I put my son in front of him. You asked me to be polite to the prince who made him look like a puppet. I told my son, put his eyes down, kneel down, head down, show me an example. Your father will do that one day. Bend over first. Learn how to live on your feet. You were saying that shit. That woman!

Maybe it's the drowsiness or the emptiness in my head.

The illusion that comes to mind for no reason spreads like a dream.

- I'm going back to my mother. I don't want one more moment in a country like this in the hands of a woman like that. I'm taking Rashid with me. That's how I know. You wouldn't care anyway.

- · · · · · · Selena.

- Go, her. What your sister did to the former queen. What they gave to the concubine. I'm going to reveal everything. Everything, every detail.

- Selena.

- So wait. Not her, not you, not you. I'll take down every last one of them.

After a long recollection, grey finally raises his head, frowning.

"You must have a lot on your mind, Count. I see you haven't been able to leave here all night."

But someone's voice caught Grey's eye.

My frowny face was a little more crumpled up. Rashid shrugs, who clearly saw an unpleasant face, but didn't give a damn.

"What were you thinking so much that you didn't want me to come all the way here?"

Grey didn't answer. Rashid moves his feet as if he didn't mind waiting for an answer. And so far Grey has come to the study where she spent the night.

"I told you to go back. Why are you still here?"

"I guess you forgot."

Buck, buck, buck.

"This is also the Marquis of Brissen, the Marquis of Brissen, incidentally."

Buck, buck, buck.

"In this country."

Lasid adds a quiet word and sits across from Grey, who just woke up. Then he taps the table between Grey and him with his palm.

As if to order you to sit down again.

- Bloop!

Seeing that, Grey pushes the chair behind his knee forward. Then, as if he had nothing to say to Rashid, he moved past the table and toward the outside of the study.

Lasid opens his mouth without turning to Grey.

"What did you talk about with the nobles following the baron? At me Rangsha."

"There's no reason for me to report that to you now."

"To see. Why do you say such awful things between us?" Consider it a consultation. "

"Could it not be worse to have a relationship with a son who sets a trap for his father?"

"Isn't this good enough for Bricen?"

Rashid laughs satisfactorily as if he liked my question quite well.

Grey turns away as she stops on her way out of the study. Then, I brought out the answer with a hickey.

"You came for my neck after all."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Rashid twists his long waist in a light voice, as if it were a snarl. He looks back at Grey and smiles.

"Do you think I've come all this way just to get the neck of the erl?"

"I'm sure I'll get something bigger than my neck on a few words from younger men than me."

"Squeamish! Yes. That's right. I tried to unite myself into a tribe like yours, and I couldn't stand it any longer, so I stopped being honest. But doesn't it matter? Who in the world would stand for that?"

I laughed at Grey's face as a child.

Rashid turns his back as if he doesn't care, following Grey last night and picking up a glass without a word of mouth.

Chakrang, Chakrang.

Rashid's hair color and rotten brown wine shake in the glass. A joyful voice comes from Rashid's mouth, staring at him for a while.

"Past tense, anyway. While I sleep, may my sword pierce the heart of the baron or my throat. It's okay not to waste the night worrying about it. because I've already been caught once, and I can't go after the Marquis for a while."

Chakrang, Chakrang.

Rashid laughs once more, deliberately stirring the drink of his sinking movements. He smelled the same as me and looked down at me with the same eyes. He couldn't hide his thoughts or laughter.

"If the prince goes anywhere and is found dead, the prince and the prince who were carried away in the prince's arms will try to make me the culprit. If you want to keep me safe, don't you think I should keep the Prince safe for a while? It may be troublesome, annoying and useless, but what can't be avoided in life keeps happening."

Ah, how I made that mistake.

Rashid mutters to himself, taking the cup in his hand to his mouth. And she shoved it down her throat that she couldn't drink.

Something cheap and poisonous burns my throat.

Lasid closes his eyes for a moment and raises his head, feeling uneasy. And I enjoyed the power of the Hi-molica on my neck.

"Don't be ridiculous. Go back to your mother now. I don't need it."

"Let's get along rather than specs. I'll protect you, without getting hurt."

- Percussion!

- Bloop!

Rashid raises his head, throwing an empty glass down.

Then I turned around and walked back to the place where Grey had headed. I walked past Grey. I opened the door to the outside of the study.

"· · · · · · · Father."

Rashid steps outside the door, as if throwing away a horse filled with bitterness.

- Boom!

I closed the door violently.

He walked down the long corridor and continued to move toward his room where he would be staying for a while.

The sound of a cold nostril fades from the hallway.

* * *

You said you were going to eat a lot.

I really prepared a lot.

I can handle magic and use a sword, but my brother is so distracted. You see enough to see that Plants is already full and has put down his fork and knife with his face bored.

"Eat more, low green."

I heard it quietly again.

Arsen smiled and took a spoonful of boiled egg and put it in his mouth. And I looked at Kalian for a moment, who looked strange but not disgusted.

Meanwhile, the words of the fellow sitter ring the room.

"Why did the spiritual next door come so soon?"

"No? Am I uncomfortable?"

"· · · · · · · No. Just out of curiosity."

"Wow, degradation. Do you even know how to water a question?"

I opened my mouth for no reason.

I spit on the horse because I couldn't put any more meat in my mouth, but it's over the mountain. I didn't want to talk.

"I'm wounded, and Xeon's back in the capital. If anyone wants to know more about what I look like, it's Baron Brissen. If you're wondering why I turned into the King of Cecretia, then I might be interested in the king's bride who's coming to Cairosis. Lord Castrin's sword and Arianne's comfort were borrowed and his teacher brought them to him right away."

Kalian rescues Plants, who have been subjected to Arianne's questions. Thanks to this, Plants takes a short breather into a glass full of strawberry juice.

"By the way, sir. You don't seem to be holding back any more questions. You have no idea how proud I am to watch."

I guess the snake inside isn't a snake, it's a rattlesnake.

While I don't know if I'll be barking any more if I can't get used to the changed face, Plants frowns. In the meantime, I can't say my brother barks again because I have so many eyes, so I frowned more than usual.

"You only ask questions. How much you say all day long when you are with them, and these days the office is noisy all the time."

"The blue-haired wizard, you're calling the wizards instead."

"That's what you're talking about, right?"

Calian nods, alone, watching my baby grow up well. Thought so, but Plants and Arsen always wanted to get along.

That's why you came with me to Cecretia.

Seeing Calian with such a sincere and rewarding face, Arsenal carefully raises her voice.

"By the way, Prince."

"Yes, talk to me. Lord Hertz."

"I've kept a good eye on you so you can see me in your dreams."

"Yes, I can't."

"I haven't come up with anything for you yet."

"I'm glad you didn't. Put it in. Before you scare me, even in my dreams."

"Yes, I'll put it in."

Her soft smile and nodding eyes glaze at Arianne. Not only the eyes, but also the voice softened together.

"Did you say hello to the king?"

"Say hello. I'm supposed to meet you back in the day."

"Yes. And Lord Castrin?"

"I'm going to stay with Lord Manasil."

In this story, Plants choked with strawberry juice without any reaction. Instead, Arsen looks at Plants with questionable eyes.

"I'm here, and that article."

"I didn't know that."

"Wizard, I was talking to you."

"Then why don't I know?"

That's it.

When we talked about it, Duke Siegfried's cod grill was frozen shrimp over four beers.

How can I tell you this?

Plants gives a moment's thought.

"Yes, that day, Sir Hertz."

A voice comes from the Kalian's side.

You look at Arsen with a playful face. Then I opened my mouth to join the horses. By the way.

- Kuaang!

A huge bang sounds.

Glug glug. The dishes on the table make a commotion. The window vibrates and shakes.

Arsen rises from his seat. Arianne looks surprised.

Plants turns his head in the direction of the source of the explosion and looks forward, looking up at me. It is towards Khalian, who has already happened.

"Kalyan."

"I'm Kyrie. I'll be going."

The window opens.

Falanfalan, the sleeping wind blows into the white room.

- Boom!

You just threw a thin bracelet at the spot where Kalian was sitting.

When Plants stood up to stop Callian.

After Khalian's disappearance from the open window,

Plants reaches out and grabs the bracelet and fixes his eyes.

"· · · · · · · · What the hell."

Why are all my sisters in such a commotion and summoning my brother? He left his communication bracelet because he thought it was a magic bracelet for disguises.

That's two hits.

My brother hasn't finished breakfast yet.

It had such meanings in it.

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