How to Live as the Enemy Prince

A day ago.

So, technically, the evening before the day before Callian, dressed in fancy clothes, swept through the Senate meeting room. The executive office of Alan's second big deputy commander in Wilhelm Cove.

The two royal families sat on an elongated couch in the middle of the bureau as if they were going to put the two deputy commanders' desks away. A few simple dishes were left between the tables.

"Sir."

"Why."

In fact, Khalian and Plants were having a meal together, so it wasn't really a lot of meals. Of course, there was talk.

"Did you tell Earl Brissen that you and I are going hunting?"

"I did."

"Yes, well done."

It is not a small story or a howling sound. You two have had a lot of time to discuss it separately, but you're not too busy with each other. I had a lot of important conversations and opinions during meals.

The day that Plants, who came to see Khalian, returned with his bracelet to Jan and met Randall. The day Khalian went to Siegfried Ducal Palace and killed the White Repair. The same was true of the evening. I ate and had a conversation.

"What has happened since Brother Randall became King of Tensyl. Information about the missing noble families like pruning. Do you still remember?"

"Remember."

"Do you remember anything at all?"

"Yes."

One volume of the book Chase sent to Kalian had been burned by Kalian memorizing all the possible data. Plants asked me to tell you about it. Calian, who was relentless, handed me the data again, circling back to order.

However, Calian, who was having a meal, suddenly put the matter to his mouth. Do you remember the content of the data?

"That's good. It's hard to move and you don't have to write it down again." So, you remember this year that Tensyl's king and prince were killed in a wagon accident. "

"Why do you need to ask?"

"Yes. You don't forget. I think you remember. In case you haven't noticed, there's been too much going on since."

"That's not going to happen."

"· · · · · · · · Brother."

Calian frowns slightly, looking at Plants with a serious face, as if he didn't like the answer of someone who had never experienced anything like forgetting the information in his head.

"Why."

"If you take just one shot, I wonder if it will change your head a little less intelligently, but sometimes I think about it. What do you think?"

"I think you should tell your brother not to put salt in his food. What do you think?"

"No, I'll stop barking and eat people."

No matter how serious the story was, sometimes the cat barks like this. We didn't have a good relationship enough to have a smooth conversation without barking.

"Anyway. Tensyl has never had much to do with me, so even in the 'past', the real Sergeine probably wasn't dead before. So it's going to be King Tensyl and Sergei, the fake prince, that's going to die in this year's carriage accident."

"Yes."

"But this time, Eila gave me some interesting information through Chase's newspaper. I didn't inform you right away because I was making a hunting bet with my brother."

"What is it?"

"The fact that the troublemakers tried to assassinate Sergei failed, · · · · · and eventually the prince died did not mean it was a failure, but it was a success, and the Sergei escort continued to play Sergei. Those who don't know the truth failed. It happened anyway. Funny thing."

When you have to solve a mystery that's never going to be solved. When you think about the minds of interesting people. When faced with an enemy who was faced with a situation that was not unusual even when he fell down immediately. or when Plants put a check in his mouth during chess.

Just like that, the smile that used to appear reminded me of his face.

"A month after that, Rashid Brissen has been seen by the late Lord of Brissen ever since."

"That's how long it'll take to get to the Grand Chamberlain of Brissen in the Tensyl Capital."

"Yes, that's right."

"Rashid Brissen left the capital of Tensile for the Grand Duke of Brissen after he attacked Sergeant."

"It should be assumed that the real Sergei target is Rashid Brissen," he said. In terms of timing, it seems to be related to each other. "

"You think the assassination failed and you ran away."

"He's not the one who ran away because he couldn't kill Sergeant." Unless you come back and say it's fun. "

"· · · · · · · Yes."

"The real prince suffered a fatal wound the healers couldn't recover from, and the current prince is a fake. If you've noticed that, then leave the fake behind and go where the next target is. Well, that makes a little more sense. Rashid Brissen knows that he has a magic disguise tool, and he doesn't have a bad head."

Plants shuts up for a moment.

Kalian's words continue.

"Evan was alive at the time and Grey Brisen was a change bag, so if he wanted to come to Cairis, he must have gone through the change. But when he came to Cairys and arrived at the Grand Chamberlain, we..."

"I didn't know."

"Yes, there were no reports of anyone as tall as Rashid Brissen crossing the border. I was appearing in the Grand Marquis."

"Did Grey Brissen help you sneak into Cairys?"

"It is highly likely that Grey Bricen hid Rashid Bricen, whether he made the deal or called for help. That's what I think."

The real Sergei was seriously injured in the attack.

Soon after that, Rashid arrives at Cairys. Grey did not inform the royal court of my son's arrival. And Rashid goes to the Grand Duke of Brissen, which was Evan's territory.

"Evan's got him pretty good on my turf."

"You know how naive Rashid Brissen can be. Like I lost to my father without knowing the world. Evan would have been easy to fool."

"Of course. When did Rashid Brissen return to Cairys? How did Jeonseo-gu know that?"

"Pavel, the royal knights of Evan's time. Some of the Knights from Pavel changed their minds to follow you. They're still in Balkan. This is what the Jeollseo-gu got from them."

Kalian opened his mouth again after picking the ripe carrot from a bowl of boiled meat with the vegetables he had brought to his plate.

"Whatever. Assuming Rashid Brissen was involved in Sergei's assassination. Who would he be interested in if he came to Cairis?"

A man who wants to meet such a fake Sergei and ask him to ascend to the throne of Tensyl. The man who became King of Tensyl after the death of even the false Sergei. Someone who's been a puppet of someone. A man who hated Le Maine so much that he ended up living a life no different than Le Maine.

"· · · · · · · · You must be the big brother."

"Yes. You'll be most interested in Randall for now. And of course, we would have our biggest interest. To you, to be exact."

Plants did not say anything else.

Calian enjoys a soft carrot. He speaks with a light voice that seems to refer to everyday life.

"Anyway, he's not greedy for a crown. If I had been greedy for that kind of thing, I would never have been in a tent."

"Of course."

"Bricen. And the whole royal family of Cairys."

Plants looks at Calian.

Kalian opens his mouth. He throws his lightness on purpose and looks at Plants and says,

"Bring down Brissen. Put Randall on the throne and massage him all you want. Kill me."

The moment Khalian didn't stop Rashid's sword.

Rashid did not kill Plants. I kept him alive. He didn't kill him, he didn't want to kill him.

"I wonder what will happen to you here alone after that. I think he knows that."

"· · · · · · Right."

"The three of us know which ending we're most reluctant to end. That's how I felt. I don't know why I figured it out, I don't know why I decided to do it, and I don't know if there's anything bigger going on there, but first I went through that. He didn't seem to like the Crown of Cairus very much."

"No."

Plants shakes his head.

"You don't like it very much."

"Did something I didn't know I would hate so much?"

Plants nods.

- Show me an example. Get on the ground, knees down, head down.

"There was."

- If you haven't learned your lesson yet and it's hard to do that, you'd better let your mother tell you how. What should I tell them? Plants, my baby. Answer me.

The convenience of fragrant memories reappears in the mind of someone who has never experienced anything like forgetting once.

- I'll let you know.

It smells good.

- When I get down on my knees and I look down at my mother, because they're going to learn.

- Aah!

It smells good.

- That's a really, really good way. Plants.

It's faded, but it's not forgotten.

Smells like Renee.

"There was something I didn't want to do."

"Yes."

- Chang!

A sharp crack sounds.

Green eyes, which had been immersed in memory, were facing forward.

I saw red eyes staring straight at me.

I can see the glass falling under the table.

The smell of blood reappears instead of a faded scent. I can see the broken glass. I see pieces of glass all over the place. You can see the clear water in it flowing out of the cup without restraint.

"I'm sorry. I was mistaken."

Kalian gives you an apology.

Slowly return the hand of the glass that was lifted back to its place. Looking at the broken things scattered on the ground without even looking at the words.

* * *

A butterfly flew up.

"Americas · · · · · · · · · ·."

The gray cat leaps up as hard as it can, but can't touch the butterfly wings. Hearing that shrieking sound, the white cat bashes its head in the bosom of the bleeding smile plant. Plants, who once patted Lucy down and swept off her back, gives a low voice.

"Anne."

"Niang."

"You haven't caught it yet. It's short."

I have shorter arms, shorter legs and a rounder stomach than Lucy.

"Niang!"

You hear a grumbling sound from Anne's mouth. I didn't know if it was right to talk to each other or work with my co-workers who were eating with the sound of cat barking for a long time and making a sound like it was a waste of an hour, but I was talking to Lucy and Anne in front of her.

Lili, who was curious to see him, picked up a long grass lying on the floor on her feet, trying to catch a butterfly. Then Plants made something twisted between the pieces of grass that were buried in Anne's fur, one by one.

"Your Grace."

When you remove the grass from Anne's chin, she calls for Plants. You turn your head, and something smaller is placed on the palm of your small hand.

Plants staring down at it opens his mouth because it was clumsy but not hard to tell what it was.

"A ship."

No anchors, no sails, no big cabins, no fancy handrails. The green ship, completely different from what Plants had only been burned once, was on the palm of Riley's hand with the same colored eyes.

"Yes, that's right."

Lilly excitedly replied, as if recognizing it made her feel good. After putting Lucy down for a moment, Plants considers it for a while. Because Kalian never taught me what to say when I see something like this. So I picked a horse for a long time and asked.

"Did the Peacock tell you?"

"No, Your Highness."

Or Sherry, or Slayman, or Jan. Could be any of Siegfried's other articles. Give me a gift from Orgol, sing me a song, ride me a lantern. It says that he cares a lot.

I was thinking that, and she opened her mouth again.

"Before I met Demirea, he told me."

However, Riley gave this unexpected answer.

Before I met Demirea, I was at Evan's mansion. Or before that, I was talking to my mother. I don't know if he's too young to remember.

I was rethinking whether it was okay to ask who he was, but I heard from Riley.

"A brunette like Demirea told me."

The plant nods its head and reaches for the small boat.

No, I tried to.

"But I was surprised that he had the same color eyes as me."

Boom.

Plants' hands have stopped. I stopped looking.

'· · · · · · Rashid Brisen. No way.'

Lylie smiles brightly as she cannot see her reflection in Plants' head. And I floated the boat in my hand on the lake.

The wind blows.

A small boat in Yongchedo water rode forward gradually in a turbulent, silver wave. He smiles at Riley looking at it, and Plants does not smile.

"Your Grace."

You hear someone's voice behind the plant.

Plants turns his head, briefly folding his uncompleted thoughts. Leek and Demirea stand together. Raleigh, who called Plants, raises his concerns.

"The nobles are here at the palace. I've requested an audience."

After a while, Plants looked at Demirea and Riley replied.

"Rumor has it."

"Yes. As I mentioned this morning, I would like to confirm that you are absent."

"Got it."

"But Prince Kalian just went to the meeting."

"Brother, why."

I don't know about that.

This face lowers his head a little further. Then, in front of Chermill Palace, I confronted Kalian and told him the story of another servant of Surprise Plants.

"More · · · · · · Prince Kalian's garments · · · · · · It · · · ·"

Leek picks up his horse for a moment and brings his head closer to Plants. I told him what the clothes in question were like.

"Ha."

A short sound came out of Plants' mouth that might be funny or annoying.

Renaissance.

I recalled that. I recalled my work with Silica. For a moment, I thought about yesterday when I was tired of the scent.

Yeah, because I saw it.

That loosened my collar. When I broke a glass, I didn't fill the castle, so I untied my collar at all. When he ascended to the throne of Prince Plants, he now had a moment when he was quietly estimating.

All of a sudden.

All of a sudden.

"· · · · · · Mad pup."

Riley is unable to hear, but there is a blasphemy that will be heard well by both Leek and Demirea. Plants looks over at Demirea, surprised to see her never before, and raises his finger. He pointed to Riley, who was watching the small boat by the lake.

"Peacock. Riley."

"I understand."

Demirea nods, understanding the meaning, smiling slightly at Plants' harsh words.

Plants walks to Riley for a moment and greets her again this evening. He sets foot towards Chermill Palace.

To grab the necklace my brother freed up again.

* * *

- Buck, buck, buck.

Front of the conference room.

A place about one knee taller than the nobles. A place where you can look down on nobles at all costs. A place to look up at the king at all costs.

Le Maine's seat at the very center of the site, situated right next to the plant. Callian pauses in front of the two seats. The end of the long, red cloak rests slightly on the biggest chair. Kalian comes to his seat, tapping the armrest of the chair for the prince. He sits on a chair with a more comfortable face than ever before and looks at the nobles and nods.

There is a brief snooze in the conference room, where there is no loud breathing. Those seated in their seats stare at Calian with an even more precautionary gesture. looked up.

"I have so many questions I feel like I've come here."

Called for an audience. Callian's here.

So it was not an expression. Nonetheless, Kalian opens his mouth. The nobles heard.

"Actually, the king is in Schrinz."

Kalyan says, "The sound of the drunken man subsides for a short while before sinking quickly." A fine aesthetic flowed out between the red lips that seemed to be lifted up fine as if I liked the tension.

"Even a loaded mule takes a day off in four days. The one who loses this country must also have a day of rest. so that you can be comfortable for a while."

My father, the king of the realms, brought him to a mule.

I'm sober again.

He didn't say I was the one who sent Remain to Shrinks. Because Kalian couldn't lie. Nevertheless, the nobles didn't doubt it because it was Calian. You wouldn't expect such a Khalian to retreat quietly from the Crown Prince. He did not insist on putting the plant on the census, and he was not confident that it would eventually be on the census.

"So let's postpone the upcoming aristocracy meeting for a while. I'll try to get my day back since His Majesty has returned. I came all the way here thinking about it."

Knock, knock, knock.

The tip of Calian's hand touches the armrest and makes a small noise. Callian raises his head for a moment, holding his arm up against the chair with his back raised. I looked at the faces of the nobles one by one. It was not the conquest of the prince, but it was definitely the conquest of the prince, with no place for glamour and an outfit that fit perfectly.

"Probably · · · · · · · · Too bad."

I smiled.

Following Kalian or not. I made a smile that no one could refuse. I smiled and made them forget all the formalities and the rules of the kingdom.

"If you have an urgent matter, proceed with the briefing and the rest when you arrive."

- Hiccup!

But then.

The conference room door, which was only one person's voice in the quiet state, opened. The person who opened the conference room door with my own hand stepped forward.

- Jubbuck.

Callian shuts up for a moment.

The nobles' gaze turned to the new one.

- Jubbuck, Jubbuck.

A long black cloak swells in the wind and sinks every step of the way. A dark blue jacket decorated with the same gold as Calian's continued to hide its appearance. I saw darker vests and black trousers together. I saw a black shirt.

Conquest of the Crown Prince.

Conquest of the Crown Prince, which is different in color from that of the Kalian. That's what I saw.

Just as he protested to his brother who was taking his place, Plants, who came to the meeting in his own conquest, stopped. I opened my mouth.

"Let's come in together. What my brother was busy with, so he took the first step like this."

He draws a long arc with the tip of his hand on it and stops. After slowly getting up, Calian looks down at Plants, standing under one step, and tells you the answer.

"You wanted to join us."

"It wasn't. I thought it was."

Plants looks at Calian.

I looked at the red eyes of the man who was trying to climb on his brother who said he wouldn't betray him. Whether it was a big crown or a small crown, I would never kneel before the crown. I looked into the red eyes of those who had minds. Even if I remain a foolish brother who was betrayed by believing in my brother, I won't let my brother's hand help me and make it look like a flower of loneliness. I looked into the red eyes of the man who intended.

"I was mistaken."

Plants raises one jaw.

- Tak.

Then I moved my hand.

You unwrapped the emerald ornament that opened your cloak. I let it go.

- Bloop.

A small brooch falls to the floor. The black cloak falls to the ground, losing its place of support. With no hands to hold it this time, the cape falls flat on the ground.

Kalian's mouth draws a long wire as he looks at it.

Because I saw that Plants' hands didn't stop. Because I saw the first button on the long jacket with those bony hands. Because I saw my brother's black shirt sleeve, hanging from a red ruby cuff, trying to get the crown prince off his back.

"· · · · · · · · · · · Ha."

I will.

It's been a long time since I've had a chance to look good on my own.

"Crazy bastard."

A little sentiment flows from Calian's mouth.

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