How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Black, round, and large eyes turn to Callian.

Today, a fierce black mane was scattered.

"I'm not all right yet."

Bluish.

"Isn't it amazing how tall you've gotten?"

Bloop.

"Still, I recognize you. Incredibly."

Raven flies toward you as soon as she sees Callian.

Once upon a time, Calian would have bowed his head to embrace my head full of arms. But this time it was different.

Whether he understood the words that had not all been healed or was happier than ever before, Raven raises his big head and puts his long neck slightly over Calian's shoulder.

Just like Alan learned to hold Callian in his arms.

"· · · · · · · It's okay. Raven."

Calian smiles for a moment, surprised at the unexpected.

I broke up on a day that was so hard that I mumbled.

I almost saw the last of the owner standing lost, so I know how worried the clever man must have been without words.

Kalian hugs the neck of a large beast holding her like a child. And I knocked. Even the long hair resembling the stars was shaken.

"But you haven't been starving. Good."

I'm glad I smelled the heavy sleep that put the sod master to sleep. No shiny hair, no hard legs, no big size. I can see how well Jan took care of her while she was away.

"You have no idea how surprised I was to see you coming."

Bloop, bloop.

Sounds like an answer.

Calian bursts a small smile and toughens up the mane that someone with Raven's permission would have carefully combed through.

The birthplace of the old Hessian palace, not too long ago. Kalyan slowly walks into a wide clearing where the buildings in Wilhelm Cove will enter. Then I sat down in front of Raven's bridge as a habit. In the wind, my torso moved and endured the pain for a while like a habit.

- Polygon.

You notice that, a completely black leg and a white leg wrapped around an ankle stand against Calian's back. Calian smiles low instead of worrying about himself being much heavier than he used to be, feeling his firm Raven legs touching his back.

One or two legs were too cozy for me to feel my back.

"Jan must be as worried about me as you are. I wish you'd just tell me you're okay."

Alan and Hina, Kirrier and Plants.

These are the people who are allowed to enter Calian's room. What Arsen, Demirea, Arianne and Randell came for was kept in the dark. It was Jan and Remain. If I could meet the four of them, I wouldn't think they had any reason to go in or out.

Of course, he reassured me by saying that he was better enough to behave freely in the treatment room. But I never met him. I would feel relieved if I just put on the curtain and heard his voice, but I couldn't even do that. I didn't want to show them anything, especially to Jan alone, even for a moment, while she was broken up into someone else.

"How's Jan?"

Callian leans completely against Raven's leg and asks.

Jan decides to wait until Jan is healed to see if Callian is doing well. Not only that, he was considerate of sending the other, who, unlike himself, could not wait well, to Kiri's side.

"It's been a lot better since I knew you were safe."

I brought Raven to Wilhelm's Coffin, and Kyrie, who had never said anything before, replied. Thankfully, Calian opens his mouth quietly.

"Yes. I'll get better soon."

"If you know, you should be bitten."

"That fight is good for me, Kirrie, not them. I can't stop being supportive forever. When you deal with them, you'll be able to remember what you couldn't do, what you forgot, and everything else."

"There's Sir Castrin and Sir Hill. I have me. I have the Marquis Manasil. Even if it's not that many, it should be helpful enough."

"One thing at a time. There are a lot of Zeons out there, so I don't want to have to fight them once in a while."

"But,"

"Why? You don't think I can handle the 86?"

"You didn't get hurt dealing with Evan."

If you think with a knife, you die.

Callian looked down on me while I was fighting Evan. Siona went back in time when she was fighting Kiri. Really, I almost died.

"Kirrie."

"Yes, Prince."

A voice I've never heard before. Even that low voice, which was completely different from the original aesthetic, sent an answer to Kiri like never before.

"What happened this morning. I heard you made an error."

"Yes, that's right."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"· · · · · · My sword showed me that you would overdo it."

After sitting alone, Calian opens his mouth, looking at the gray sword.

"You've done well with your sword."

A different story flowed out about why they did not convey the error.

"I still am, but I was. He said he was going to be a sword, and he used it like it was meant to be."

"You mean the old one."

"Yes."

There was no coming back. Kalian doesn't even look up at Kiri about what he's going to look like.

"I've studied swords very hard, too. I've been learning a lot longer than you have, really hard. But they caught up. If I fight you, I will lose more days every day."

When Bern is not yet on the path to the sword. The memory of that time loosens one more like the old tale and flows down its feet. Just as you want to hear it a little closer, Kiri unsheathes his sword and sits down on the floor.

"Then my father died, and I went crazy for a while. It dawned on me that one day you were learning more from my master's sword than from me. And then, Gekko, you came to me first. Honestly, it was a little unfair, but I didn't hate it."

"You didn't hate it."

"Of course. It's fun to have someone try and get it." Someone's got to be talented. Besides, the talented one is my driver. You didn't want to. "

Kyrie lets out a little laugh.

"Then I left the palace alone for a year. I've seen, learned and thought a lot about these things over the years. I'm on the path to the sword. Come back to the palace that way and boast to your brother and master and receive your congratulations. I'll keep fighting you. Been that way for a while, and then one day, you said, I think I do. I think I know how to do it. It won't be long before the seventh master arrives, so wait a little longer."

Kalian raises his head.

"I was so happy, I..."

I passed Raven's neck, full of snow, and looked up at the white stars as if they were pouring down. Khalian, who was stuttering with his eyes, opened his mouth as if counting the many stars one by one.

"I was really glad to hear that you were going to be on the sword path soon. I wasn't even a little bit happy when I got on that road. I was happy to hear you say that. It was the first time I had hoped for a future that I would never forget. To me."

Kiri nods, looking up at the same place. I look down at the edge of the sword on the ground. You don't see Khalian's face, you don't answer, and you just look down at the sword.

I know the end.

I know what the first and most glittering day of the story was.

The story Bern delighted with was tragic after all.

"So it's okay."

Callian turns his gaze toward Kirrier.

"Even though I've heard that you're writing an error when you look like this. It doesn't rot in me, Kirrie. You don't have to hide it while making excuses."

The inner Kyrie bows a little more.

Now, Calian tapping his shoulder with the hand that would be the size of Kiri gives you a quiet voice, saying, "Don't worry."

"This is how I deal with all 86 of them. It's okay, it's nothing like that. It's really nothing. So you don't have to worry."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

The one who got the chance to change the tragedy and lived quietly.

You cover your storybook again.

* * *

Wrong choice.

I don't know what it would look like to others, but I chose wrong no matter how much I saw it.

It's just Lucy and Anne, isn't it?

Could there be such a decent and loving life in the world?

It's not because Lucy and Anne aren't calm that they're wandering around and putting hair on each other and putting stamps on each other. If you're curious, you know, you can't blame pretty Lucy and Anne for that, because the footprints will be placed and the hair will fall off.

"Meow, meow!"

"Niang · · · · · · · ·!"

"Against eighty-six. It's going to be difficult."

First cat, second cat.

After that, you hear Calian's low voice.

Calian lays down a spoon from a soup that blends well with boiled balm and cream. The other day, I already talked to Kyrie about this, and she said, I don't want to be stubborn.

That's fine.

With just the look on his face the other day, Plants had already given up. Instead, I thought, feeling the heaviness of Lucy and Anne lying on her thighs that must be narrow now. You picked the wrong one.

"It'll be fun. Even in your eyes."

He's not a cat.

The choice of a black cat as a symbol to represent me is a clear mistake.

Why the hell would Alan Manasil call that guy a cat? What the hell were those people thinking buying Black Cat Ornaments in Astricia Street? Everyone's eyes are wrong, but it's so wrong.

"My brother thought the Balkans were too numerous."

"Why would I want to reduce your numbers?"

"You might want to shorten that."

"I won't kill you. I'm sure the nursing home will do it for a while."

Yeah, it is.

That smile.

A man with a fierce smile like that looks like a cat.

"I thought you'd be worried about hurting your brother, but you're worried about the crew. I didn't raise a lovebird to do this. It's nice to see you growing up, of course, but I feel sad for my younger brother if you take care of strangers like that."

Besides, he's barking like this.

It's not a cat.

"· · · · · · Seeing that you bark well, you'll eat well even if you don't eat with anyone else."

Callian grins at Plants, expressing his words in an annoying voice.

"I sent Raven back at dawn. If you go, who will eat all this grass?"

- Cheers!

A voice filled with discomfort rang in the healing room.

Calian laughs as he looks down at Plants, who is really getting up.

"I'm bored. Finish up and go."

Also, fresh words.

It's obvious they don't know it doesn't suit them.

· · · · · · The following companies. I'm not even looking in the mirror.

In the end, Plants with forks again, because he couldn't beat Kalian, moved his hands instead of trying to pick up the salad with lemon dressing. Then he smoked it in oak charcoal and took the barbecued pork and put it in his mouth. After seeing it, Calian laughs again.

Khalian, who flavored the steak with rosemary and tasted it with good rock salt, took another hand to the chicken stew dipped in sauce made from belly and grapes.

"Sir."

"Why."

"Simulated combat, you often do."

"Yes."

"Where do you do it?"

"That's not the brother you want to ask."

"Still, I'm curious."

"Wilhelm. Royal Forest. Outside the capital."

"How much do you hunt?"

"Not really."

Calian, who swallowed everything in his mouth, chokes with sparkling water with a piece of lemon. Then you wipe your mouth with napkins and raise your voice.

"Simulated combat between crew members is of course important. Set up an operation, form up a formation, and move erratically, identifying the situation, giving and receiving attacks and defenses. This is the training you need."

"Then why the hunt?"

"Simulated combat aims at people. It's predictable, where it goes, what it thinks, what it counteracts."

Plants stares at Kalian unanswered.

"But the beast, no. What they do, where they run to, and who they attack. It's more unpredictable than people. So hunting is also important."

"Are you talking about having a hunting contest?"

"Yes."

"Shouldn't we tell you a story?"

"No, you don't have to do that, just this time."

Callian raises his finger and points to himself.

"Sixty-six to one. So let's open a hunting competition."

It sounds like you've just figured out if he's a cat or a different animal. Plants looks odd when he considers me a hunter.

"Are you suggesting that we hunt him instead of fighting him?"

"That's right."

"Why."

"Someone else knows who I am now. Outside the palace."

"Grey Bricen and Rashid Bricen."

"Yes, that's right."

"Why is that?"

"One cat killed 86 lunatics. I want to catch something more while I'm at it."

"I'm going to catch something."

"A place for you to live."

In a prominent description, Plants frowned, even with his clever head unable to assess Khalian's thoughts. After seeing it, Callian smiles and opens his mouth.

"What I was angry with Earl Brissen. Do you remember?"

"Remember."

"I'm sure your brother talked you into taking the Viceroy's side in this. Am I right?"

Plants did not answer for a moment.

I spoke to Grey Brissen that way, as if she was holding Calian's hand and dying, as if someone was after her.

"I didn't tell you. How did you know?"

"When I was at the Marquis of Marquis, I saw the Marquis of Brissen battling back at your horse. Earl Brissen hasn't left his sight since. Like someone who's trying to dig up what he's hiding. If it were normal, the late Lord Brissen would have seen me."

According to Kalian, he can't hide anything. Plants sighs low.

"Tell Grey Brissen that there's a simulated hunting competition for me. Like it's a good opportunity."

"That way, Earl Brissen won't bring a knife to his brother right away."

"I won't do it. Nothing. Instead, I'm going to measure your insides. I'll find my brother when I think it's okay to hold a knife on me later."

It meant to give a slight hint that they were willing to betray Kalian. Even if we don't do anything right now, let Grey know how Plants feels.

Plants nods, thinking for a moment.

"When the time comes for Earl Brissen to come for you, you can hold onto him and defeat him. We have to get rid of Rashid somehow. After that, you can have it. Brissen."

"In that time, my brother will rise above me."

"Of course. You said you hated crowns."

"How. Have you thought this through?"

"I don't have it yet."

"The crowning work of my brother while carrying on my life. There's no easier way to get up higher than leaving me alone."

Callian looks at Plants, who is about to take his hand to the soda glass. The unshakeable facial plant points to its sword on the wall.

"You know better. I don't know what to do."

Knight's Pledge.

The same thing Bern did to Chase.

All Plants has to do is pledge allegiance to Khalian. If the Plants that have gained the power of Bricen do so, there won't be any nobles to rebel against or attack Plants.

After closing your eyes for a moment, Calian looks at Plants. And a moment ago, I opened my mouth with a face that looked like I was in hell.

"I don't want to."

"Why."

"You're too weak."

"Don't bark."

"I don't want to think about things that haven't come yet. And I don't need a weaker knight than I am. I don't have a lifelong hobby of making sure I can't win."

"You won't break my stubbornness."

Get up, get on your knees, say a word.

That will be all.

No one can break the vow of a knight blessed by Serenti.

I can't allow you to be a knight. Then he who asks for a knight will never raise his sword again in his lifetime. So Kalian won't be able to resist it.

Even if it's Callian.

"Why do you want to go back to the easy way?"

"He has a habit of going back."

Calian, a low voice, looks at Plants.

"Sure. Let's make a bet. Smart head wins, or my sword wins. We can check it out together."

Calian's mouth opens as he stares at Plants with cool eyes.

"The Sixty-Six, you lead."

One versus eighty-seven.

Eighty-seven to one.

"If it seems useful, I'll let you be my knight."

"You still have no manners. My brother."

"As reckless as you are."

The day came when I saw the light blue eyes clearly. The crooked plant rolls up one end of its mouth, making a faint noise.

"Do it."

"Yes."

So, we decided to hunt.

His red mouth clearly raises expectations.

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