How to Live as the Enemy Prince

There are a lot of things you don't have to do yourself.

Like stretching out your arms to pick up food that's far away, following a fork or a glass of water, releasing a button to change your clothes, or reaching out to receive something from someone, putting apples and gratitude in your mouth, or introducing them to who you are. Something like that.

The same is true of knocking.

If it wasn't for Remain or Randall, I would have gone in. I didn't need permission, and even if it was, it was his servants who had to ask permission. He just chooses where to go and moves his feet.

He's royalty.

- Jubbuck, Jubbuck.

So, even the permission to enter did not need to open the unnecessary door. Nevertheless, I reached out and grabbed the door handle. You just don't have to do it yourself. You can reach out if you want.

I told you, he's royal.

- Hiccup!

You turn the lever. You open the door as if it were clear, and close the door by yourself. Then the black chiffon curtain on the side of the terrace turned his head. Then, I bowed my head with a face that one of the few people who would not be welcome here without permission is never welcome.

"I'm here to see Prince Plants."

I heard a formal greeting.

Of course, Plants didn't care.

Because it was familiar, and it was natural.

"Callian."

"I'm out."

"Let's see."

"I'm Duke Siegfried."

"Why."

"I agreed to meet with Norton Lamirez in person."

"When."

"Two hours ago."

It was the day before that that I fell asleep in a big fight.

The day before lunch, when I went down to deliver the disguise bracelet to Kalian, he said he was still asleep. So I handed the bracelet to Kyrie, who was guarding the door, and she noticed that her elbow was still dislocated. After "Excuse me for a moment," Kyrie, who didn't notice it, grabbed Plants' arm and beautifully fitted the wrong bones in place. Thanks to this, Plants has forgotten to return any of the communication supplies he lost to Kalian as well. I'm sick.

In the middle of the night, intelligent plants recalled what they had forgotten, skipping long walks of corridors and going to the terrace of their sister's room. However, I only checked empty beds. I heard Alan's office lights went out on the way back, so I asked Alan for sea salt, so I came back without waiting.

But this time there is no more.

I couldn't wait to see that bird again.

"· · · · · · My brother is very busy."

A slightly discontented tone came out.

I know some of you think that Kalian is busy by himself, but the one who is being pursued more at the moment is actually Plants. You don't even have to ask permission to meet anyone, and one person has already taken a third empty step even though he is very busy.

I wonder how she's wandering around.

At this time, it is a puppy that we have met endlessly.

"I see."

From Jan, however, the words of harmony return. I would sympathize with the notion that I was busy, but Plants thought it was my brother's dog.

Yan, who was silent for a moment without knowing it, checked the time and said.

"You said you would come before the evening, and after that you have no other plans. I'll tell him to come to me as soon as he returns."

Plants looks at Jan with a postponed answer.

Then, I feel like I'm losing my energy.

While Calian was gone, I could barely see his face, but then I went out again. Of course, Calian must have calmed him down by himself, but that didn't take away his heartache.

Now that I know how much I'm worried about, Plants sighs for a short time.

"Don't."

Then he took out a bracelet from Calian's comms and gave it to Yan. An empty bracelet that Kalian hasn't found its owner yet, so I decided to use it. I handed it to Jan at will.

I wish I had somewhere else to be. Calian will take care of the safe as well as you do.

I thought about it roughly.

"Is this a communication bracelet?"

"That's right."

"Why don't you just tell him to come and see him?"

"No, write it down. You. I'll give you the ring associated with it."

Yann shakes his head as he reads Plants' words. He then handed the bracelet back to Plants.

"How do I use this?"

"You can use it without magic."

"No, I would rather talk to Sir Bern, not me."

"You were worried. You were frustrated."

Plants cut Jan's horse off.

"My brother must be so busy all the time. He can't lie and he hates breaking promises, so he can't even promise you that it won't happen again."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

"My brother keeps running off like that, not getting in touch, not getting used to getting hurt, and worrying about you."

"How can I not worry?"

"So, use it."

Jan clams his mouth shut.

"Whatever you say with it, my brother will listen to you. So worry or come quickly or nag. I'm asking you to do whatever you want. Don't go out, disappear again, and you won't find a curtain behind the window."

Jan doesn't answer.

I looked down at the bracelet in my hand.

After seeing that, Plants sighs once more and opens his mouth.

"· · · · · · If my brother disappears again, I'll find him again."

And Kalian promised me something I couldn't guarantee.

Does that look hypocritical to you, the way you've been pretending to do bad things to Calian for so long? I didn't care about that. If it's Jan and not anyone else, you can count on it. It's natural to think of it that way.

Jan looks at Plants, looking at the bracelet.

I opened my mouth, closed my mouth, and chose my horse for a long time. I looked down with my bracelet. I squeezed it tightly. After a while, I saw Plants again. I couldn't move all the horses that came to my mouth with round blue eyes, so I couldn't help it.

"Why did you do this before?"

and.

I swallowed all those words and asked only one question.

"For those of you who know how to say things like this, why did you do it in the meantime · · · · · · ·."

Plants quietly confronts Jan.

I gazed silently at the clear, inflating eyes and turned back. I stood with my hands on the handle of the door in the black room, walking with my eyes wide open for a moment. I put down a word that could not be answered somehow.

"I'm sorry."

I opened the door quietly. I took one step and closed the door. Then I moved on again.

Why I did it.

Not because I don't know the answer. Not because I'm a royal who wouldn't answer any questions if I didn't want to, but because 50 years later, the end of my life is coming, and I'm never going to be able to answer them. I didn't answer anything.

Apologies only.

* * *

- Please don't tease me. Something weird happened.

A pearly white orb.

Hina's words from the Communication Stone.

"Got it."

You nod.

- The man whose arm was cut off in Prince Latran's territory. Norton Lamirez. We met yesterday morning for a walk.

"Yes."

- I've seen a lot of people lose an arm and a leg when they're together. It takes people a long time to forget that the arm or the leg that they had is gone. I keep moving my missing shoulder until I get used to one arm. like trying to use an arm that doesn't exist.

"Yes."

- Everyone does.

"Yes, Hina."

- But he did. It's been three years since it happened, as if it still had both arms. I even heard from the duchess that the prince had followed him because it was strange and suspicious. So I took a peek. By the way.

"Yes."

- · · · · · · Your arm hasn't been sore long. I mean, I didn't have one arm, but it looked the other way. I mean, like everybody else.

Hina, who was staring at Kalian with her black eyes, said:

Then I turned my head and looked at the place around my neck.

- The knights of Siegfried wouldn't have left any suspicious jewelry behind. So I looked it up. Here, under the skin. I hid it.

After that, Hina looks at Kalian with a smile on her face.

In case you're wondering, since many people will recognize Suir, they've been preaching to her without even using a Suir here, but because the bead was not a communication device, Calian just nodded.

An enchantment for disguises that you don't know how and where Devil made it and how he sprayed it. I had to figure out a way to find out if it was a fake.

And I returned the orb without any further answer.

Quiet, like a man in distress. Then I was taken to Siegfried's annex and thought about it the whole way.

"White Repair."

I got the answer.

I met the White Repair.

I was betrayed by Zeon.

Chase and Alan caught us attacking Callian.

I met him, who could not see, hear and speak.

"Sugar-shaped poison. Do you remember?"

He listens to Calian with clear ears, and he stares at Calian with his undisputed eyes. On the contrary, Eila held her twisted arm.

"You wouldn't remember. Isn't that what Prince McDreamy brought me?"

I replied with a tongue that was rolling well.

"That's right."

The medicine I put in the coffee with the silica in front.

Medicine that resembles a piece of sugar that stops the heart for a while.

I remembered the medicine.

"I went to you to buy it. It's medicine used by Seychian tenants. I bought it for a pretty high price, but now that I'm still alive, I have to buy it cheap."

Calian looks at the white repair, as if looking back at one of his memories. And it was a horse.

"I happen to know that Norton Lamirez here could be a fake. And then I remembered I gave him that piece of sugar. I don't have to watch the prince's face while guarding the Copper Mine in the mountains, so it's kind of gruesome to be executed for wielding a sword without realizing it's a prince. That's why I gave him the pills. He disguised himself as dead. I brought him back to Whitlin alive."

Rather than saving his life because he thought it would be unfair, he made a deal to capture Lord Latran.

"I thought about it, and I realized, The tax collectors carry the pills to get away. Who would go after a dead man?"

Knock, knock, knock.

"Sezar. He can't speak. If you can't see or hear. It's dead. There's no way King Cecretia would go after a dead man like that. I don't care about you. My master doesn't need to cover his back. You knew that. So whoever took one of them, pretended to be you, changed their appearance. He was desperate to say it, and he took the pills that King Cecretia gave him. And then he'd be dead. In the hands of Rashid Brissen."

I remembered Rashid's words of killing those who could not see, hear and speak. It reminds me of what I thought of as a white repair.

But it wasn't.

By the time Chase took his medicine, he had already escaped with the White Repair. Made me look like someone else to replace me.

"The best way for Sezar to escape is to pretend to be dead."

Kalyan looks at Eila for a moment and sees the white repair again. And I looked at the arm that was cut off not long ago.

"Even if I lose an arm for trying to summon me, it's better than not being able to see, hear and speak. Right."

Again, knock, knock, knock.

Callian smiles at the white repair as he sits down and taps the table.

The white eagle smiles at the smile.

I smiled as if there was nothing to worry about. And then...

- Whoa!

You straighten yourself out by pushing Eila's arm with a strong force. And then you pull out a piece of metal that you don't know where you stashed it and swing it toward Eila.

Kalian doesn't wake up.

I wasn't surprised.

I was still sitting on my back.

- Ta-ah!

A man who can't admit he lost an arm and keeps moving.

- Boom!

- Kaga!

There's no way Eila's getting hurt by a blade like that.

- Kuang!

Eila bites one foot, avoiding the fly, without trying to push the white repair back. Then I stretched my legs and kicked the hand of the white repair.

In the end, a white repair does not place the metal fragments, rushing back towards Eila. Eila pulls the dagger out of her chest and stops it. The opposite hand then grabbed the wrist of the white repair and rotated the body. You are dragged to Eila's body and hear bone twisting in her twisted white arm.

Eila, who once again kicked the back of the white repair with her thick heels, swoops the white repair across the table. And then I look at the blade that I don't let go.

- Qasim!

I pulled out the secret girl.

With it, I chopped off the back of White Repair's hand.

- · · · · · · Chalk!

Only after the blade is pierced can the user hear a sharp tone.

Eila opens her mouth to Callian without turning her eyes.

"Expensive girl. That's strong."

"Only ornaments are platinum."

"Misrills. Somehow pretty."

Calian laughs as she sees the passerby stuck to the table.

"You said you wouldn't care. It's so bitter."

"You said you could just use it."

"· · · · · · · Yes. I did."

"Where did you get this?"

"I got it right before I bought the cheap girl."

Eila nods and presses her head against the table once more.

Kalian opens his mouth and asks for a white fix.

"That was just one question. Are you still wasting time?"

Even though the back of my hand was pierced, a white repair that had never groaned once laughed. You open your mouth, gazing up at Khalian, full of a relentless furnace.

"You know the birds well. What's the deal with King Cecretia that he killed those birds on his behalf? Tell me about it and I'll tell you."

"The grown-up. You're talking too much. He used to be your master."

"I've never owned a pathetic bird whose name is too much acknowledgement to give back to birds."

"Ahh · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Kalian laughs.

"I can't stand being angry again. Let's get this over with, guys."

Kalian straightens his waist and continues to question you.

"The one I saved. The one you were impersonating. Norton Ramirez. Did you kill him?"

"I don't know."

"Well, do you know Rashid Brissen?"

"Who are you talking about?"

"I see."

It was Bern who taught the Sezards how to lie. He could not deceive others on his own, but he was not a fool who did not know how to deceive.

"I don't really know if Norton Ramirez is dead or alive. Rashid Brissen knows."

So you don't need to hear the real answer.

I can find out if what you're saying is a lie or a lie.

"The one who fled to Whitlingland. If he came looking for me, I'd be interested. In addition to that, if you sold me your name, you'd think I'd be attracted to you. Aren't you?"

The White Repair does not answer.

That was also the answer. The quiet face, the sound of breath that did not change, the unshakeable eyes, and the expression of all the "truth" that was created intentionally became the answer.

Knock, knock, knock.

Kalian opens his mouth, tapping the table for a moment.

"Rashid Brissen to you. I guess you tricked me into following you, Whitlin or wherever. So you came to me, and I saw you first. He caught me like that, and he took me into a trap to catch the late Grey Brissen. And then I couldn't, and some white-haired wizard showed up, killed all your friends, and then he took me away. That's why I came up with the original plan. To see me again. That's why I got caught up with the water guard. That way, I'll be able to reach the rope."

White Repair smiles.

Kalian laughs.

"I'd like to thank you for the details. I don't like people scratching."

- Whoo-hoo!

You hear the cry of the sword appearing in the unseen.

Eila takes her hand off the White Repair. I pulled out the secret girl in his hand. Then I took a step back.

"I can't say that."

Kalian's words reach the White Repair's ears.

And...

- Qasim!

Under the table, the dagger rises up and heads for a white repair. I pierced his heart.

Thief, thief, thief.

Now, a really lifeless body with a deep fragrance spreads. Calian looks down and rises to his feet.

"Eila."

"Yes."

"I can't see Riley anymore, so I'll be going now. Tell Demirea I'm sorry I trashed her room."

"Yes, my prince."

"I'm going to see my brother. Come back when you're done."

"Got it."

I didn't say it was a lot of work.

I didn't say I'd take care of it.

It was already in that expensive girl.

"Well done."

Eila says this instead.

I took the girl who gave me the secret because she was too expensive to take care of.

"Yes."

Calian, short answer, turns back.

I opened the locked door again as if I was holding my breath for a moment and went out. Then I moved my feet.

Well done.

Now I'm going to eat and breathe.

To the palace. To the house.

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