How to Live as the Enemy Prince

The sun rises.

The whole sky ran red.

On the day Orloth was green, so was the sky on that damn high day. The sky that was so clear rose red. Not because the sun was rising, but because everything that would be reflected in the sky was burning. So, even the sky was red by my neck, forgetting the blue.

The cold water falls from the end of Bern's hair, soaked deep in the same light as that day.

"Sir Hertz."

Kalian opens his mouth.

Arsen doesn't answer.

"Sir Hertz."

Kalian opens his mouth again.

"· · · · · · · Arsen Hertz."

Bern summons Arsen.

"Yes. Here you go."

Arsen replies:

Calian bursts into laughter for a moment.

Bern turns his head. I saw the dark sky bitten red. I saw it in my eyes. The sun was dimmed in the bright blue eyes. It breaks much, closing Bern's eyes for a moment.

- I forgot.

The pitiful eyes lift back up toward Arsenal.

"I sometimes wondered, in fact,"

A horse flows out instead of a sword.

Like you're trying to sleep. As if trying to push for a moment a murder that flows stronger than drowsiness. Like you're trying to save yourself.

"I'd say I wasn't curious, but I'm really bad at lying. So let me tell you, sometimes I think of a day like that when I think of sweet honey tea instead of mint tea. I sometimes wondered about it."

Arsenal nods, breathtaking as though he could barely find a place to breathe, in fear that he belonged to someone with four circles. I couldn't help but say what I was so curious about. So instead of answering, I made a small silent membrane that would cover the two. Bern's words continued, not caring about how he looked.

"What were you looking at?" Because. "

Bern's fingers touch his face and pass by.

"I was wearing a white mask. All the wizards."

He sat on a white horse with his fingers far off and looked at the one who was closing his eyes quietly.

"That bastard over there, my unbiased brother. Except for that one guy, the rest of the white guys. They were all wearing masks. I didn't even see his face. So I was curious."

Blink, blink.

I forgot to wipe off the moisture with a lot of sleeping smell. Calian, or Bern, continues to speak as he pushes his hand into the deep sleep that continues to flow.

"I wonder what he looked like. I wonder if he wore a mask when he went past me to see his brother. I hope not. No, maybe you should just keep it on. No, but you're the king of all nations. Even if it's the last time, by the time it's over, you're the king. You should be. Those bastards dare to hide their faces in front of the King. So it's better to go to the boss with your face open. But, I guess not. So I thought, what was that face on the white mask?"

Chip, chip, chip.

"I see. Now."

Now I get it.

Bern mutters one more time.

I look at Arsenal, probably looking at the same face that was in the mask that day.

"Sir Hertz."

"· · · · · ·."

"Arsen Hertz."

"Yes."

I'm so stubborn. Bern smiles bloody.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. I tapped the gray sword to the ground. Then I stopped moving like someone who had something to swallow deep. I saw the sword in his hand.

I looked down without saying anything.

"Yes, if you don't want to bite your feet with that face. If I'm right about calling my ass out on purpose. If you say you have to do that, you have to follow me."

I stared down, not at the blade of pure white that had not been stained, but at the sword of gray that had not illuminated anything for a long time.

Chipmunks.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

Chipmunks.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

Chit, chit, chit.

Toowook. Took.

- Tak!

Suddenly, I grabbed the handle of the sword.

I grabbed the handle of the sword upside down, as if I didn't like the unstained blade, the unshaded blade, or the fact that I didn't like it at all. And no one can stop him.

- Whoa!

I threw the sword of gray.

The white corners of Arsen's clothing falter from the blade. But that's it. The sword, filled with blue error, continues to stretch past Arsenal. At a speed that no one can stop or avoid, with the power that no one can dare to stop. It stretched out like that.

Towards Plants.

- Yuck!

Plants sees the sword flying towards him.

It was neither an attack to avoid loss nor an attempt to avoid it. I had all my flying swords in my eyes, just as long as I was still alive. I looked to the end.

No, I tried to.

But I couldn't.

Eventually, I closed my eyes.

- Qasim!

A pale emerald head splits in the wind. Then it sinks again. I passed over the closed eyelid and grazed the back of my nose. Through the white armor wrapped around his neck and shoulders, with the back of his hand.

- · · · · · · · Thanksgiving.

The cut hair settled down.

For the first time in front of a flying sword. Plants really opened his eyes the first time he closed his eyes. I looked down at the hair that fell on the back of my hand, but I couldn't say a finger. Then I turned my head. You turn your gaze toward Calian, not at the sword that runs deep into the tree behind you.

Calian's red lips give a flawless smile.

Bern's red lips make a beautiful curve.

Then slightly unfolded and lowered his voice.

"Check."

Now I will attack your king.

- · · · · · · Woof!

- Whoo-hoo!

A red and blue sword is in Bern's right hand.

A red and blue sword is in Calian's left hand.

Two swords that are neither pure nor dark. A man holding two swords of vivid color opens his mouth as he looks at Arsen.

"· · · · · · · Stop."

Watch him.

You, too.

Let's see.

Chipmunks.

Bern comes out of the wall, without a back. He rushes towards Arsen, against the king.

* * *

- Never thought it would be unfair.

- Why not? There was.

- I don't know if it was a bad day.

There were days like that.

- I wonder if you've had a sad day.

Because it was unfair and sad, and because there were so many of them, I felt sad. I was so sad after the night was over. So many boring days.

- You lived there.

- I lived there. I, Bern, live like that.

- Yes, it is.

Alan laughs.

Nothing seems to be a problem. Even if it becomes a problem, everything seems to be okay. I just laughed.

- I wish I had lived there. Well done on your life.

And I said,

* * *

The one who lived so took a step toward the one who would live so.

Living there is also living, so I took a step toward the one who would eventually come back to life through that day.

Wake him up from a nightmare and push him out of the pit, and he can't stop lying on the ground stretching his arms out into the ground. A man who throws stones, throws thorns, throws things into his hands, wakes up a sleeping person in a nightmare, grabs him by the neck and drags him there. An enemy who won't let anything go.

I took a step towards him.

- Yuck!

An arrow of ice flew in front of the wet shoes of the man who seemed to crumble just by grabbing them.

- Ka-ang!

One of the daggers, still in the air, flies and throws an arrow, as if there was nothing to make fun of the two blades holding one in each hand.

Eighty-six.

For whatever reason, one wizard is missing from eighty-six. Arsenal sits there. So now Arsen has summoned Bern, which is not planned. We don't know if the enemy's brother planned to take Bern out in the first place, but he didn't intend to give Arsen his "first greeting."

Whether Arsen took the role himself.

Either that or Plants made me. Whether it's planned or not.

- Kuang!

It was none of Bern's business now.

I have no choice but to repay you for calling me that.

- Wiiing, wiiing!

The wind blows over the land filled with white frosts created by Arsen. The long, blue hair split open and danced. The breeze that was stirring the floors changed violently. And soon it became a whirlwind.

Arsen stands behind Bern's back, shredded in a whirl, holding the thin spears of ice flying towards him. The magic coalesces in his hands, faster than Bern's head turns back.

- Blah, blah, blah!

- Rawr!

A stalk of ice protrudes from Arsen's feet. A thorny ice stalk protrudes from the ground and rushes toward Bern. Like an ice mountain rising from the ground, like a deep scar protruding from the earth.

The two swords in Bern's hand move swiftly. You stick a sword in front of the barrel of ice that's swarming towards you. The blue orb spills across the iceberg.

- Kwaguang!

Due to the power of the error, the shattered ice splits into the ground. With a slight nod, Arsen's footing flies without wind. Magic power gathers.

Blah, blah, blah!

- Boo-hoo!

- Kuku Gugu Bow · · · · · · ·!

Every tiny ice sculpture that is difficult to count draws water from the ground. Freezes. It spills out. Until just before, the ice, which was only a lump of thick, turned into tens and hundreds of cracks, and ran on the earth. They appear from all sides and gather for Bern.

Bern's body still turns once, one sword still stuck in the ground. A circle will be drawn on the ground. A wind that stretched from the round crack, a red error filled with cool blades, swirled broadly around Bern.

- Guaguava · · · · · · · ·!

- Boom, boom!

The thin ice shaft and the breeze smash against each other, echoing through the forest. Bern stops his foot and hits the ground. At that moment, there is a whirlwind at the center of Arsen. A small whirlwind rises from Arsen's arms and legs to stop Arsen from moving.

Arsen's blue eyes, caught in the grasp of the wind, reveal the eyes of the beast rushing towards him. You see two wings in the beast's hands.

- Gentlemen!

- Kaga Gaga!

A barrier of ice pierces through the wind, blocking Bern's sword.

Red Orcs dig into the ice. The ice rises to the surface of the sword.

The struggle between sword and magic, error and magical power lasted for a long time.

Bern, who was holding two swords against the wall of ice, bites them back. And I cut across a blade filled with error.

- Screaming!

The thick ice is cut away.

A left sword that never misses a gap plunges into Arsen's neck.

- Pa!

- · · · · · · · Qajik!

Bern cuts a deep scar on the wooden pillar behind him instead of Arsen. Without looking back, Bern flies straight away.

- Qasim!

At the same time, a spear of ice is inserted into the tree with Bern's sword just moments ago.

- Uzi Strap · · · · · · · Kugu!

A beautiful tree, lost in the center of the sword and ice, slowly tilts, and collapses with a huge noise. The splintered piece of wood breaks apart. However, Arsen could not afford to watch over the minister.

Bern is gone.

He dodges from the spear of ice and disappears.

Arsenal hurries to release Mana. I tried to find the energy of Bern, who hid himself at his own pace in the forest where the light began.

"Here."

I feel like I can ease the effort.

- Shhh!

You hear a cool voice right behind your back. A sword faster than its voice rushes towards Arsen's head and heart. Like a beast chasing a baby deer and running with all its might. At a rate that's not even slower.

- Pa!

My body moves faster than I thought.

Arsenal is gone. Appears at the top of Bern's head. I stepped on a thin branch.

- Bloop!

- Kuaang!

Then you send a ball of fire the size of a head.

Bern, the target, rises.

The flame that had fallen down on the ground faded away in a white smoke.

- Whew!

- Yuck!

The wind carrying the smoke rises towards Arsenal.

Arsen's ears are blocked by sight and he hears a wind rushing at a rapid rate. A spear of the wind.

Arsen clenches his fist. You move your magic to teleport it toward the unseen. By the way.

- Screaming!

The branch that was standing on the ground was cut off by Bern's dagger.

The pale gray robe that was wearing the robe breathes the breeze, because it ran as fast as it could to get the uniform.

Arsen quickly rises to his feet as he rolls around the floor.

- Shhh!

The blade flies.

The blade in both hands flies unavoidably. A strong wind blows from behind blocks Arsen's vision again.

Arsen looks at Bern's eyes, standing in front of the sword, which should be able to reach it sooner than teleport. And when I gathered my magic for the final blow.

- Get down.

A low voice echoes in my head.

Arsen quickly bows his head, not unable to interpret even such short words. And in the meantime, yay!

Three arrows fly past Arsen's head.

If I hadn't bowed my head, I would have thought of exactly where the three arrows fired by the commander of that platoon would have been.

- Kang, Kang!

Bern fires a two-legged arrow. Then I hesitated to remove the knife in my hand. At the same time, you reach out for the arrow that plunges into your glabella.

- Percussion!

An arrow twists the other foot in his hand, extending like a lightning bolt. Bern grabs the arrow with his bare hands and grabs it upside down. And...

- · · · · · · · Qajik!

Not the sword, not the magic.

You slapped Arsen on the shoulder with an arrow fired by Plants.

"· · · · · · · · · · · ·!"

"I'm not that big of a person."

Then he pulled out the sharp arrow with a hesitant hand.

Arsen's Hot Blood is Buried in Bern's Clothes.

Blood spills over Bern's shoes.

You took revenge for someone who wasn't very spacious. Then I made a sword again. You aimed for Arsen.

"· · · · · · Hand over Anelucia."

Arsen looks up at Bern, who has suffered the same injury to his shoulder one day.

Kalian nods.

"Give it to me, Anelucia."

I gave him the answer.

Instead of a blade, he struck Arsen's head with a sword filled with nothing but old emotions.

- Bye-bye!

Not with a red sword without me, but with an honest heart that wants to give me Red Aneroysia.

- Unh!

Arsenal's body thunders, unconscious and carefree.

Bern raises his head, his voice behind him.

You set foot on Plants, who are guarding the spot with a steady face. Nine steps out of ten, seven steps, three steps, one step. The movement is neither slow nor fast, making it as close as possible to the front of the plant.

- Whoops.

You raise your sword.

I made up the day I didn't set up.

Plants did not avoid.

A red sword aims at the neck of Plants.

The Blue Sword aims at Plants' neck.

A low voice heads for Plants.

Only Bern.

It was not until Bern was at war with Plants in the past. Bern, who never saw the end. Only then.

"Checkmate."

I declared the end of the war.

Plants, who had seen such a Bern, closed his eyes for a moment and opened his eyes. I opened my eyes full of immature life that I could see everywhere in this season. I opened my mouth.

"I'm not."

"What is it?"

"My brother's chaos was deep."

Under the green-eyed eye that was bumping without looking down, one tip of the lips that was still firmly attached curled up.

"You speak the impossible."

At last, Plants confronts Calian directly.

And corrected Khalian's error.

"There is no king."

"· · · · · · Yes."

There was no king on this board in the first place. There's never been a king who can't do anything but stand guard. I understand that.

The laughter of those who answered kindly wandered through the forest.

Without waiting for the laughter to end, Plants jumps off the horse. You draw the Sinister without letting go of the bow that doesn't fit. I split it right up and grabbed it.

- Ta-ah!

Plants rushes towards my brother.

I have fought with the right brothers.

Kalian's eyes gleam when she stops laughing.

"If you are so pleased."

I gave him the answer.

- Ka River, Ka 'a-ang!

Kalian's new brother shoots out.

Four blades intertwine.

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