How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Knock, knock, knock.

Spacious Oval Office.

A mahogany desk with a gorgeous golden jewel that will be difficult to see because it's the owner's taste. A deep brown tapping continues.

Tailan, the patron saint and teacher standing beside him, no. Servant, looking at Tailan, struggles to hide his worrying face.

Knock again without seeing it.

The tendon-tingling hand continues to produce a slow, consistent sound. With his long, thick fingers, he kept tapping his desk like that.

- Callian, you're back.

How much time has passed.

It was only when I heard the long-awaited call.

I thought that nothing bad would happen, and that even if it did, I would go back safely. I believed that without a doubt.

- · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·.

But I was worried.

After hearing that Calian had returned, Chase's mouth was filled with relief for a long time.

- Are you hurt?

- I've been hurt. He's fine. He's resting now.

Knock.

- It didn't look like there was any prior contact. I'm so relieved to hear your voice.

- · · · · · Yes. That's okay.

- Thank goodness.

- Yes, sir.

- By the way.

Knock, knock.

- If it's okay with you, I don't think Callian would want you to tell him.

Plants did not immediately respond.

At first, Plants thought it would be better for him to hear what Chase has to say. So I talked to Chase in my head and we opened our mouths together so that he could hear the same thing.

The problem was then.

- It's all right.

- But why? Instead.

- You're uncomfortable with me speaking on your behalf.

- I know you don't mean that, so I don't have to answer to whatever it is you're saying.

Chase was never a pleasant man.

When dealing with Plants, he was so used to seeing the empty Khalian that he forgot who he really was and who he resembled.

- I need you to tell me exactly what's going on. It must be difficult, Prince Plants.

This led to a tender but unavoidable inference.

- · · · · · · Why is my brother's old brother so suspicious?

- We should call it suspicion. I think you should be worried.

A small sigh came out.

And then a voice followed.

- Calian was attacked by the son of Earl Brissen.

Chase is a little spicier than Callian thinks.

It's a little smarter than Calian thinks.

When it comes to Calian, to Chase, who never gives up on anything small, Plants gives a different answer than what he has to say in his mouth.

- Calian hid himself in the Marquis of Brissen, and when he went to retrieve him from our side, the Marquis's son came in.

- Yes, sir.

- But under the circumstances, we were unable to expose Calian to the late son. So.

- Keep talking. It's okay.

- Callian used Eila Bridget's bracelet.

Chase's finger continues to move at the same speed, pausing for a moment.

It was enough without even talking about who I had changed into. If that's why you can't contact Chase directly, there's only one answer.

- Yes, it is.

- Yes, sir.

- Okay. So what happened after that? What about Sir Manasil?

Chase stops moving and doesn't blink, pretending to be okay, then asks.

- The Marquis Manasil is on his way to find Adelia now.

- What happened to Adelia?

No, I need to ask you a few questions.

- No, ask and confirm.

- Ah, simple intervention.

This is what happened because of Adelia's involvement.

I continued to talk more as if nothing had happened while joking about the situation.

- Thanks for letting me know.

Unexpectedly, I turned my head toward the crystal plate on my desk, and I forgot whether it was my turn to exhale or to inhale.

I miss her.

I want to see something right now.

- What about · · · · · · · · · · Kalian now?

- He's not even looking in the mirror. So I want you to move on as if you didn't know. It must be difficult.

You hear the sound of Chase's voice echoing through your ears. Just like I saw where Chase's gaze touched.

- You'd be lying if you said it wasn't hard. I understand. I'll leave it to the unknown.

With that said, Plants, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up.

- It's my fault.

- Whose fault is that? Prince Plants will only say that for a moment he is familiar with it.

- To get things done, to hide them, to hide them. I'm sorry, seriously.

Chase takes his gaze off the quartz and looks out the window.

He stared at the big spruce tree for a long time, and again.

I turned my eyes to my desk.

I looked down at the magnificent Mahogany desk.

'I don't like this fancy furniture.'

"It's better than what my father used to write. I thought it would change by the time I got back, but you've been using your father's stuff until now. Just like it's not your place. '

'Is that what it looks like?'

'Yes, it looks that way.'

'· · · · · · · Yes. I'll make it up to you, except the ones you picked look so glamorous. Wouldn't it be better to use something without gold?'

'When people get older, they like shiny and glamorous things. So I picked up furniture like that.'

'I'm not that old, but · · · · · · · · · what should I do?'

"Not because you look old, but because you look old, it means that you should stay here for a long time until you get old enough. If you don't like it after a lot of wrinkles appear, change it back then. '

'Cause you're wasting royal money like that. I'll do whatever it takes, so go back and bring it back to me with your money.'

'Isn't my money royal?'

'Your Savvy is not royal money.'

'Are you trying to rob the king of his welfare? You congratulated me for coming back as a sodmaster and didn't raise my salary.'

'If you raise it, I'll buy you a drink.'

'That's it · · · · · · · · Anyway, well. I'll do that. I'll buy it back when I get there.'

'Yes, do that. All you need is a little less booze.'

'Don't drink, my brother will pay me a lot of money. Don't forget.'

'I never gave you my allowance. I don't remember.'

'Did you forget again? Oh, man, you're so mean.'

The conversation was no big deal for a moment.

- · · · · · · · Cause · · · · · · · Whatever. I didn't stutter when I wanted to go back like that, but I took it out to protect what I wanted to protect. When the joyful heart grows bigger than the sad heart of each other after a little while, there will come a day when you will face each other quietly like an old portrait in any form.

Chase slashed his head to tell me the answer, smiling slightly.

- So it's okay. Seriously.

I still have a lot better things to protect than the past, which is full of things I couldn't keep.

Seriously.

* * *

It's been a while since I've done this.

Kalian smiles silently as he looks at the white curtain, which is thick in front of the bed.

A long time ago, after I woke up from the poison, I didn't want to face Silica, so I closed the curtain and met her. He did so not to show that he was sick, weak and weak. He did so so as not to remind us that Kalian was just a child.

And I still put the curtains down.

It was exactly the opposite from when I dropped it in front of Silica. Different look, original look. I put it down to keep Calian from noticing that she wasn't just a child.

"Did you have any more secrets to hide?"

"It's a very rare sight to show you. I'm trying to save it."

Randall opens his eyes for a moment with a low voice coming from behind the curtain. You hear Kalian's words as if you could see it with your own eyes.

"Don't be amazed that your voice is already precious."

"You're a good talker."

"Pointless. You mean without thought, without habit, or without · · · · · · addition."

"What does it matter?"

Kalian looks at the shadow beyond the curtain.

I opened my mouth more as I sat still.

"The second brother, who broke into his brother's room in the middle of the night, pulled out the blocked curtain with his own hands. The first brother who was called to his brother's room in the middle of the day is not even thinking about coming close."

"That's a shame."

"That's sad. You didn't even ask me how hurt I was. You weren't worried."

"It seemed unnecessary."

"I see."

"Don't be. Between brothers."

"You said you were uncomfortable with such lies. You do."

"Because it's Seoul."

"Yes, thank you for your hospitality."

"Suit yourself."

With the sound of the Balkans coming from the open window behind them, Randall speaks in silence.

"What did you call me about?"

"Brother Randall is determined to ascend the throne."

I asked you to stop saying stupid things, so I brought it up. Then, I was not surprised by the unannounced heavy words.

"If you're free, I'll come up."

"If Brother Randall ascends to the throne, will you send me and you to the tower?" "

"You should be."

"Again, I'm disappointed. You just said brother."

"Again. What a ridiculous thing to say."

"Is that what I'm saying?"

"It always has been."

Calian nods quietly, smiling silently. Randall motionlessly looks at the clock on the wall, which he still hasn't seen.

"So what if. If I give you a quiet territory and ask you to raise roses there for the rest of your life, Will you do that?"

Kalian's voice sounds like a watch dial instead.

"Was it a tower you didn't worship?"

"For now."

"Thank you. I can't thank you enough."

"Better than a real tower."

"It's no different from the way you receive it."

"You mean you'll take it."

"Is there any other way to not receive it? I have to take it."

"Go to Tensyl. After I loosen Randall's heart, instead of the tower."

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

This time, you hear a voice that replaces Kalian's voice. Randall picks it up and looks out the noisy window. Beyond the window, beyond that, to the high walls of the royal palace of Cairis, again beyond that, towards Tensyl.

"Are you trying to put it in another tower?"

"That must be the tower, too."

"Anywhere in the world."

"Even if you don't like the tower, you can't build it in the square. I'm not that kind of person."

"That's too bad. To the second."

I heard the laughter behind the curtain.

Randall opens his mouth as if he hadn't heard it.

"It is said that Sergei is dead and one is fake. Why would he send me away without even thinking about it?"

"I think that fake is playing by Rasheed Brissen. I don't believe it, that fake."

"· · · · · · You bring up a sudden name."

"If you're not familiar with it, I'd say Rashid Arieli. It's the same castle as Brother Randall's mother."

"That name is even more unfamiliar."

"Nobody admits it, but that's what they call themselves."

"I wonder if Arielle's blood remains in it."

"That's important. It's a fundamental country anyway."

Now the king of Tensyl was Sergei's dead grandfather.

The first daughter died when Sergei turned 16, the second son died at a young age, and the third, Aisha, was poisoned in Cairis.

A few years after the death of Princess Simila Arielli, Sergei's mother, and Princess Aisha Arielli, Randel's mother, Selena Hydern, Grey Bricen's wife, returned to Tensile with her son. To my mother, cousin of King Tensyl, cousin of Duke Hydern.

And that's where I raised Rashid Brissen.

Rashid Arieli, in a name that no one would recognize.

"Then, would you be relieved for me in a country so fundamental?"

"Wouldn't it be better to trust each other than to be fooled by Rashid Brissen and play with his hands? Between brothers."

"It always comes out naturally whenever I need it. The relationship."

"You don't think so."

"This is meaningless."

"Then just."

As a reply to Randall's words. Parlack, go. You hear the sound of a light cloth being picked up. And then boom. You hear a light footstep. And then...

- Glug!

The curtain that had never been touched by Randall swoops down.

Randall turns his head, looking out the window.

"Believe me, I'm a stranger who has nothing to do with you."

I saw long blue feet and bright eyes.

I came across a deep cynical face filled with strange faces.

Randall stands up quietly, staring at those freezing eyes. I looked down at the white curtain tightly in his hand.

"If you're better off on that side, I'm willing to do it."

The noise outside the window gets away from your ears.

The sound of the clock ticking soon stopped.

"Answer, please. Brother Randall."

"The answer is · · · · · · · Will it be too much for you? That's what I'm thinking."

"You're overreacting."

"Not necessarily."

Randall raises his head quietly, listening only to the strange sounds of the man standing in front of him. And I looked at the sparkly eyes.

"Between brothers."

Randall's voice hovers around the room.

A long breath emanates from Calian's mouth.

First brother to face himself properly.

"That's good. That's new."

He looks down at the blue eye and has a long smile on his red mouth.

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