How to Live as the Enemy Prince

- Phage!

It's fast.

I've always heard that story.

At the end of the match, the target's muscles are already stiffened. It was burning organs. It was after a heart attack. It was that fast. Literally as fast as lightning.

That was Needlelen's lightning bolt.

Nedlen's lightning was the only thing scarred of the massive Scarlet everyone blew. It was Needleen's lightning that made my poor father the father who could not even read the names of my cubs. That's what put the civilian orphan who had nothing on the battlefield of the strongest army on the continent.

That was Needlelen's lightning bolt.

By the way.

Slow.

"What a strange word."

- Vagina, Vagina, Vagina!

"· · · · · · · Are you, Prince!"

- Shhh!

- Kuaaang!

Calian's sword falls.

The gray sword creeps in with a creepy cry. Not the human body, not the bones and muscles. You plunge yourself into the unruly, sturdy ground.

After preparing for the teleport at the same time as Calian's departure, Needlen reaches out in a completely different direction. A lightning bolt that resembles a deep abyss pierces Kalyan, pulling out the sword from the empty floor where the target disappeared.

It sounds loud.

The dust rises.

Kalian is barely able to light up the sky. An endless spark rises from the shield of Khalian, which holds Asran's light.

- Phasezig, Phasezig!

- Kuang, Kuang, Kuang!

Twice, three times, four times, lightning continues to pour out toward Calian. It was not powerful enough to threaten her life, but it held the power to stop Calian's feet.

- Kuaang!

The lightning bolt that continues to block Kalyan's sight explodes. The ground is shaken and a strong wind hovers.

The moment the lightning subsides, Khalian sprints for four knights. Another knight jumps in front of Kalian.

- Ka-ang, Kang, Ka-a-ang!

The movement of the gatherers is like the movement of a single person.

Draw your sword toward the void, and it will come out of nowhere else. Swinging the sword at an invisible speed will envelop several layers of shield in front of the knights. Knights' swords pierce Calian's arms and trap his feet.

- Saaaa · · · · · · · · ·.

The wind blows.

Kalian steps forward. I reached out my arm.

The wind blows.

Like a butterfly's dance. It's like a flowing petal in the evening. It's like a glow with stars. Long hair tied up high draws a glossy picture in the middle of a fight. It leaves no shadow and follows in the footsteps of a moving person.

- Yippee!

- Kaga, Kaga, Kaga!

The man in front dodges the sword Kalian stabbed him with. Then I ducked. The sword of the other one is aiming for Kalian's hand.

- Chaen!

Calian flicks his sword back, pulling the lever up. A long stretched black error cut the knights' swords, leaving one wound deep in their torso. Together, you twist your waist, dodging the back-shooting sword, and tease your arm in the direction it was moving. You pierce several layers of shield touching the tip of the blade, gently tapping the knight's neck just beyond it, and then plummet.

Glug glug.

A red blood stem flows from the skin that touches the energy of the sharpened error. The knight who was judged to be 'extrapyramid' bowed down without delay and escaped. The man standing directly behind the knight fills his seat immediately.

- Ta-ah!

The moment the faction is reorganized.

After three struggles, Kalian twists his body, fully understanding the method and sequence. As the knight steps out, he swings his sword at you without missing the void created.

The three knights' throats are strangely wounded as they hurriedly block Calian's way.

- Lardass!

Calian flinches his sword in his hand, wanting to drain the blood away, and then suddenly moves like a bolt of lightning.

Needleen once again teleported that Calian's gaze was never far from him. Three lightning strikes Calian until the Knights try to stop him.

But that's it.

There are four more wizards, and the only thing that flies is lightning.

Knights keep attacking, but the only power they have is S.H.I.E.L.D.

After a long distance back, Calian's head slowly turns toward Needlen. The razor-sharp fangs remind me of it, and soon they are gone.

"You're making time."

Why.

The anticipated smile followed.

Needleren felt a slight tingling sensation, turning his magical power without a worry. Purified Mana was aggregated and a current was generated. You fire at Kalian.

A place surrounded by knights.

Hidden from the Kalian.

To keep Calian from seeing what's in your sorcerer's hands.

'The Chairman of the Wizard's Association said he made a ball of lightning in the water. You can't do that.'

'Senior Vice President. The chairman of the Seiren Association is a dual attribute wizard. So it's possible, but most wizards don't deal with dual properties.'

'The blue-haired wizard uses fire magic.'

"Deputy Hertz's fire magic is more of a hobby than a double feature. Your circles are different and you have less understanding of flame magic than ice. This is not the same as the double attribute. '

'You can't use something like that unless it's a double attribute.'

'Yes, it is. The enlightenment for each attribute must be the same in order to fuse the two attributes of magic.'

Two spheres that contain the energy of fire.

Two spheres that contain the energy of water.

Four spheres are formed at the end of your Wizard's hand.

Needlen's hand moves.

The knights' swords move.

Stop Kalian again.

The two spheres containing the energy of fire are combined into one.

Two spheres containing the energy of water are combined into one.

Keep moving.

- Qasim!

- Kuang!

Two knights stand outdoors with their shins and thighs together. Either way, two new knights replace the sword that just disappeared.

A giant sphere of flames rises to your mind.

The dark concentration of water turned into a large sphere.

'If the magic of different attributes is combined incorrectly, it is a very unstable force. Rather, it can do a lot of damage to the caster. That's why it's hard.'

Two completely different forces fire at Kalian.

The eyes of the sorcerers who sent magic follow the sphere. Two spheres fly to Calian's nostrils. Calian raises his sword to defeat it. And...

- Choo-wook!

- Whee!

The flames and spheres of water coalesce together.

The knights quickly step back. The wizards are surrounded in front of them.

'If you're going to cast two by yourself and risk it, you can make two by one and combine them.'

While Needleen took his gaze and the knights stood in front of him, the four wizards gathered together in one place. It was contained in a round sphere.

Kalian narrows his eyes.

It was practiced by wizards who didn't know Bondi's cooperation. I've tried so hard to express magic at exactly the same speed. The results were visible.

Power crashes at will. One sphere of water and fire flutters freely. It resonates to mix forces that cannot be mixed into one. But it is never fused.

"And if the mixed forces are unstable, '

The forces that do not accept each other conflict.

These conflicts are imminent.

- Kuku Gugu!

'· · · · · · · Isn't that better?'

- Kwaguang, Kwa-ang, Kwa-ang!

Explodes.

* * *

A drink poured out with a relaxing hand fills the glass.

- Rrrrgh.

A slight vibration travels through the building.

Thanks to this, the golden wine is calm.

"· · · · · · · Vibration goes here."

"That's okay. No one's coming near the forest, and it won't go beyond that." You don't have to worry. "

"I'm not worried about other people noticing."

He who looked down at the cup said, pointing to the black smoke rising from afar.

"The explosion continues."

"What are you so worried about that it won't leak out? If there is a fire in the Royal Forest for a short while in the night, you won't doubt it."

"Lord Manasil. I mean."

"Learn the sword from the first sword on the continent. Learn magic from the only 8-Circle Wizard on the continent. Of course, I neglect a lot of my magic teaching. How could a prince with two masters so well be so eager to explode?"

Alan raises his glass in a seductive gesture.

"Isn't this a fake body with more muscles attached temporarily, but not trained at all? If you use force, you end up with a limit. So I have to worry."

"You'll get it done before then."

"There were times when you climbed the steeple. When he remembered that day, he couldn't help but look at the spire and see the gate without a trace. Your Majesty is just a dreamer."

Tailan's fingers point in the direction of the forest.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?"

"I'm sure you'll be fine."

Alan smiles calmly with a worry-free face.

After all, Tailan nodded together, believing that Alan's vision was wider than everyone else's. And as he struggled to put his worrying mind to rest, he took a mouthful of the Hi-molica that Alan had left behind him.

Tailan sighs deeply, gazing into the forest for a while. Afterwards, he brought up another topic as if he was trying to force his attention to the forest.

"If you neglect to teach magic, then · · · · · · the prince now uses the sword, not magic."

"Have you ever seen the sword of the prince?"

"Perhaps you're worried that I might be affected. You've never used a proper sword in front of me. I've only seen you use magic."

Alan grins his head with pride.

"I wonder where there's a better sword. I've never seen your sword properly since I was a magician. You'd be surprised to see my prince's sword."

Tailan grins as he boasts about his disciple lying in front of his master who taught him that sword.

"How sharp is the feather-like sword again? · · · · · · · · Besides the sound of breathing, he uses a sword without making a foot sound. I'm often surprised that Prince Charming's sword is so much like light. Watching it makes me wonder if time has stopped."

"You mean it's light and fast enough to make no sound. It's not a rumor that's exaggerated, but you actually use a sword like that."

"Less rumors. How shall I put this into words? Let's face each other sometime."

After hearing Allan's explanation, the laughter slowly clears his face. Tailan looks at Alan with a slight frown.

"Yes, Lord Manasil."

It's fast.

Fast is right.

But it is not light. It's more powerful than sharp. It is never quiet Slay asked me that. How can such a heavy noise come from that light sword?

But that's not what I heard.

Why Slayman never mentioned his sword to Tailan. Tailan lowers his voice quietly, realizing that it was because even Slayman could not relate the two swords to each other, not because of his concern.

"· · · · · · · I have to face it once."

How Kalian is using the sword he learned from himself. How the king who was pruning changed Tailan's sword.

What's new and what's wasted.

I need to see that.

* * *

A powerful explosion continues.

The wind blows.

But then...

The knight through his thigh is caught at the root of the tree. I fall. I roll the floor. You are out of shield range. Kalian's eyes are filled with knights that spread beyond the light of the explosion.

Calian falls to the knight, and the explosion jumps in this direction. Needleen, who was standing far away, saw him.

Needlen, who was in a hurry to use her magic, wraps a shield around her.

Knights, wizards, can get hurt a lot in battle, but they're not royalty. Even if I was injured enough to pull myself out of the fight, I had no intention of hurting myself.

"Crazy son of a bitch."

Kalyan sees the shield in front of me, moving its magic. The shield is open. The shield contains errors. I've got it all. I wrapped up the article.

Khalian, too, had no intention of killing these mad enemies again.

- Kuang, Kuang!

- Kwaguava light!

The earth shakes.

The dust that was rising all over me clouded my vision.

Since it is difficult to open your eyes, Needleen closes his eyes and unwinds his magic. I looked around with Mana's power instead of my eyesight.

There are two energies where Kalian used to be.

No, one.

- KA-ANG, Kang!

Kalian moves.

You hear the sound of falling successively.

Needleen bites his teeth as he was unable to attack Calian with his surrounding energy. Then I opened my mouth and chanted a spell. I gathered some unused magic from the wind into my hands. I shouted the starter language.

- Whoo-hoo!

The branches shake chaotically.

A violent wind sweeps through everything and blows away.

How long has it been?

Needleen moved her gaze, confirming that the dust and ash had disappeared. I looked at the place where the knight who rolled the floor injured his thigh. I ran to you. His shield falls on Khalian, and he examines the article first.

"· · · · · · · · · · · Ha."

I'm fine.

You faint comfortably, with no more injuries than where you were hurt by Kalian.

"Sir Jay."

A low voice calls out to Needleren in a quiet clearing. Turning around, you see Kalian's face, his slightly scorched blue head.

"· · · · · · · Yes. Prince."

After sending the sword to all the knights and wizards around you and knocking them out clean, Calian looks at Needlen.

"Hole, Magic Shot, Cooperative Attack, Unheard Magical Fusion · · · · · ·. I'm so happy because there are so many things that my brother feels sorry for."

A faint voice turns to Needleen.

Unsolvable snow in the Great Desert. It reminds me of the white wolf who said he spent his life in that cold place. The frost-like ice eyes peer down at Needle Ren. I was looking at him with those eyes.

"We're not done fighting yet. You sent me the shield."

At the end of that voice, there was still life at stake.

Needleren felt it, raising his eyes and gathering his magic. You reach out. The lightning strikes.

- Phage!

Stretching lightning cuts through the air.

I fell without touching anything.

"You're worried enough to forget you're in a fight. Save the royal family without taking care of my underlings. And then you forget to take command until the rest of them are down, and then you come running. What should I do?"

Training beyond training.

A wager like war. Fight.

The Wizard who first appeared in such a place. A wizard who has only learned to move with others in the Balkans. Until then, all I had to do was protect my family.

To that wizard, Needlehn, the one who approached his back suddenly whispered.

"· · · · · · A pup who becomes the head of the division."

- Qasim!

Hot blood spills from deep wounds in the same place as the knight.

* * *

Where the explosion and the wind passed.

Calian opens his mouth as he watches the rest of them lying down.

"Rest."

Thirty-seven left.

After a long breath, Calian takes a few moments to loosen his muscles, and moves his feet.

Where are the next ones?

by re-estimating it.

- Yuck!

Something flew at a fierce speed to Calian like that. Callian reaches for it, swirling toward the temple, as if it had nothing to look at.

- Ka-ang!

You hear something bouncing off the edge.

Arrows.

An arrow that gives off a faint glow falls to the floor. Calian looks excited to see you fly in.

"You're here."

You see a brother staring down at himself, sitting on a white horse in Calian's eyes, muttering. Plants looks at Calian without changing his face as he sees the men everywhere.

Calian glances at the plants with a smile.

"· · · · · · However."

The sparkly gaze looked back at Plants. Between the remaining thirty-seven, there was someone mixed up.

The man who was definitely in the treatment room the day that Callian fell off the training ground. That's why he doesn't deserve to be in this fight. But just like Calian, he has an eagerly anticipated face. I saw him.

"Why is my prick there?"

Interesting half, doubtful half.

He looks down, one step closer to Calian, who looks at himself without feeling offended.

"The final blow, my prince."

Arsen Hertz.

Kalian's crackpot smiles fabulously.

"Oh, good."

Kalian mutters to himself and smiles.

"I'm going to kill him for real."

And I had honest feelings in my mouth.

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