How to Live as the Enemy Prince

- Creak.

It sounded just like that.

I did not actually hear it, but I did not doubt that it would sound like that. You've been stuck in bed for over two days without moving a finger. I tried to quickly get my body up, so I could hear the sound of my body opening a wooden drawer for over a hundred years.

"Why don't you try to figure out how to teleport in this sitting position?"

I barely lifted up my head to the height of a fist, but I heard this to Arsen, who was laying down on his back with a 'ugh' sound. Arsen, who struggled to turn his frowned face back, surprisingly replied with a rather bold voice.

"That's quite a tempting thing to say. I can't."

"Why, have you tried it?"

"I haven't tried it yet."

"Then let's give it a try, why?"

Arsen raises his finger and points out the door. Then, instead of answering the words, he uttered a slightly different sound.

"I've got 85 Balkans in the infirmary."

"Yeah. Lots of them."

One Deputy Commander blessed by the Sispanians of the eighty-seven who fought Kalian. A wizard who has been cured since he was strangled without being cut or stabbed. Eighty-five of them were in the treatment rooms.

"Still, isn't the hallway to the treatment room quiet?"

"Quiet. Sick folk are gathering."

"Is that Balkan when you say you're a little sick and quiet?"

"If it's not silent and punctured, is it a person?"

"How can we be so quiet when our Prince has made a hole of his own? But do you know why eighty-five people are sitting so quietly in the infirmary?"

"How should I know?"

"The captain found me while I was wandering around using the teleporter as I lay there stuffy as I lay in the treatment room. So they were all banned from magic, and they were banned from the treatment room. We'll sneak out and we'll drop the flame sphere off the ceiling. Even teleporting into a different position cannot be studied because of that."

"Even so, the Marquis Manasil was too harsh. If people are frustrated, they can go out and do that."

Arsenal smiles at his efforts and adds an explanation.

"Captain, I teleported to your table."

"Lie down."

"That's right. I went up lying down."

"Uh-huh."

"I had the chance to lie on that nice couch and make a mistake in my calculations."

"Yes, you did."

"Yes, it is."

"Is he alive?"

"You're talking right now. He's not dead, Councilman."

"· · · · · · · · Eh. Yes."

I'm glad my baby's mother isn't dead and alive.

I don't know if I should be worried about my baby mama being such a bitch.

As the head of the Kairis Wizards, Coco's father chuckled his tongue at Coco's mom, controlling all sorts of crazy things, teaching students at the School of Magic, and leading an information organization. And I brought up another topic that I had a hard time finding.

"By the way, you hurt your shoulder."

"Yes. I hurt my shoulder. I'm the only one who's been shot with an arrow instead of a knife, Councilman."

"Yes, I'm proud of you."

"I'm proud of you. Even the arrows you pulled out of my prince's head are like this."

A crazy-haired blue-haired wizard who couldn't even walk past me just put his hand under my pillow. Then he pulls out a long, long arrow in the wizard's pocket that he left there.

"I got it from the guys who cleaned up the scene."

Collections are gathering well.

If Callian knew, he would have picked up that arrow and given him a hole in the rest of his life, but he doesn't know it yet.

Arsen looks at the arrow with a proud face. Then Calian carefully tucks the ruby cuffs back into his pocket. After that, he grunts and pushes it back under the pillow. Uriah sighs deeply as she watches the operation.

"Wounded shoulder. Why can't you move?"

"Just enough to keep my neck bones from breaking. So wherever you move, your neck aches. My neck hurts worse than my shoulder, Councilman."

"I thought so, but I got hit again."

"Yes, that's right. But isn't our prince in great hands? It's amazing how you don't break a bone in that situation and hit it. Anyway, you have no idea how cool it was when you grabbed a flying arrow and slapped it on the shoulder."

"Yeah. I was curious, but I wasn't curious. I'm just trying to live without knowing. Lifetime."

Uriah shakes her head. Then he took a thick paper club out of his bag and gave it to Arsen.

Looking at it, Arsenal asked.

"May I have your letter?"

"Well, that's got to be a letter. I'm giving it to you."

Arsenal once again smiles fabulously. And then I started squeaking. Of course, it means that it was in my heart, not in my ears.

Arsen barely gets up, whimpering for a long time and accepts a bunch of paper.

"Chairman of the Association."

"Huh."

"Do you usually send letters like this when you come to the hospital?"

"Why is that?"

"I have a title in my letter."

"It could be titled on a letter."

- Primary report on the estimated demand for magical goods from remote network rebuilding and replacement of existing telecommunications facilities, as well as how to reduce costs.

"We can stick together, though. The title is a little long. It doesn't come at all. I'm not sure what you mean. So, what is this?"

"You're watching. Read it."

"Yes, I'll read it."

Of course, I didn't think the above letter would be correct.

Nevertheless, Arsen, who was a little surprised by the unexpected, passed the paper over to the undamaged arm.

"Are we improving our communications facilities?"

"I heard."

"Are you moving the Interregional Communications Department from the Wizard Association to Balkan?"

Magic objects that give and receive each other's voices.

It rests on Calian's wrists and fingers, and on Hina's ears. Although not in the form of jewelry, the function was one magical item for the same communication in each region's main territory. To keep the city capital, Cairysis, informed of the situation.

But they were all managed by the Wizard's Society, not by the Royal Palace. It is because the entire palace is still the "domain" of the Sispanians. Whether it is attack magic or simple communication magic, all magic from the outside has been blocked, and thus Cairys has managed the communications department separately within the Wizard Association located outside the palace.

Meanwhile, my brother wants to talk to his older brother, but every time he does that, does he have to go through the trouble of moving that expensive step directly out of the palace? Peas visited Alan Manasil here. Forcibly persuaded to take care of the welfare of my brother, the Grand Wizard, who was extremely humanitarian, took steps to free himself from the magical interference of the Sispanians.

"It's not really an institution anymore."

Therefore, the communication items no longer need to be handled by the Wizard Association. Now you can communicate with each territory directly from the palace.

"Now that Balkan is in charge of communication magic and has been approved by His Majesty to pay for communication equipment to the small and medium-sized territory · · · · · · How and where you plan to utilize it and how and how you will supply a lot of that communication magic goods and how you will pay for it. Are you writing this report because you have to decide something like that?"

"That's right."

"Then why do I know that now?"

"Kid, I don't know why you didn't know that."

"You know what? What kind of person makes this annoying comment without me knowing?"

"Prince Kalian."

"· · · · · · · ·"

The Movement Wizard has finished building a passage to each region of Cairys. Now that the urgent matter has been concluded, it is time to begin the next task. He commented on improving communication facilities that were not missing, but lacking a lot. Callian.

"I'll pretend I didn't just hear that."

"Thank you for saving my life. You're the only Chairman of the Association."

That's how Calian argued, how Plants put on weight, how Allen agreed, how Le Maine in Shrintz approved, and how Euria estimated it. So he was the chief practitioner and the real decision maker of the Balkan Wizard, but all he could think about was the blue-haired crazy wizard who had lost his way while he was in the treatment room. Arsen looked at the report again.

"Yes, I agree."

"Read it all and tell me."

"I've read it all. There's no problem. There's still a lot of communication equipment in the Association's warehouse, so if you don't have communication equipment or a broken territory, distribute it first. It would be cheaper to get supplies from Riverne, but it is difficult to use security related goods as foreign goods. If we make them ourselves but don't have enough to build, Prince Kalian's vault, no. I thought you wanted to borrow it from the Pollun Merchants Guild."

"That's right."

"Yes, on loan terms from the top, I also confirmed that I asked them to find a way to deal salt with Tensyl's diamonds without going through an intermediary dealer. I have also read that three Association Wizards who will be in charge of communications will be joining Balkan."

Since it wasn't a letter, I looked over the Great River with a lot of complaints. Meanwhile, I checked the contents.

After a long time, Uriah said to Arsen, acting as a talented deputy commander.

"All the way to the small and medium-sized territory," he said, "and it's costing me a lot more. I don't think that's a good idea."

"If you think about it, you want to build a wall around the entire country. That's impossible, but we can't ask you to build and repair walls on each territory, so you're trying to keep in touch with communications. That way, no matter what happens, the Balkans will be on their way."

"Because of the Zeons?"

"For now."

The wall I saw on my way to Cecritia. Arsen's last words remind him of the only wall that must have fallen powerlessly before the Balkans.

"Nothing bad can come of it."

"That's true."

"Yes, Chairman. Anyway, I'm going to review this one more time and pass it on."

"Yes."

Arsen grunts. A slightly louder 'duck' resounded from his neck. Arsen grunts for a long time, giving you a sore throat so you won't even say it hurts.

"Ah, Chairman of the Association."

"Huh."

"Your deputy commander, who seems determined not to come down from Cesar, said you can leave Coco alone today."

"What are you talking about?"

"You gave me that report when you came to get Coco."

"I've been meaning to take you."

"So you're just here to give me this?"

"That, too. I submitted the report while I was here."

"Oh, yeah."

Since Coco is here, the report is here.

A wizard with a small hole in his shoulder and a huge hump on the back of his neck asked one more question with an anticipated face.

"Are you here to see me?"

"Huh."

"Are you here to see me because I'm hurt a lot, Chairman?"

I answered and asked again.

Uriah nods, smiling bloody.

"Or the coffin of Wilhelm."

Arsen looks happy to hear his unhesitant answer. Forget about the shoulder that was aching, forget about the neck pain that made me worry about having to hang the Aberdeen.

"It's good to see you, Mr. Association. I'm busy."

"I don't like it when you keep me busy."

"It feels good to have you worried."

"I don't like worrying."

Arsen grins.

Sometimes I think I deserve to get hurt.

"I'll take my medicine and get well soon, Chairman."

"Oh, yeah."

"Since you said you didn't want to worry, I won't let you get hurt this much."

Uriah nods, knowing that it is an empty promise that will never be kept before giving up the idea of making a statue.

* * *

He said he'd see you later.

Then, 30 years later, or 50 years later.

"Kalyan."

"Yes."

Answer.

It is the same without stopping, turning around, or making eye contact.

I wrapped my cloak around my brother and took off my jacket and burned it. He didn't care that the red shirt with the ruby collar pins was only worn with a black vest, so he was a lightweight figure that never went out in front of others. He didn't even talk. I didn't even look away. I was just walking out of the Señor's coffin, not knowing if I knew all the footsteps were gone.

'Jan. Go to Rubia's coffin, return this bracelet, and ask Lord Castrin if he can come into the forest tonight.'

'Yes, I understand.'

As soon as I saw Khalian, I sent an errand to Jan, who was surprised to follow me, leaving him far away.

Le Maine did not flee from the brothers' fight. It's not a health problem. The fire from the palace was just an accident, and sending knights from Siegfried only recruited additional Knights from the Balkans. Everything is happening to each other, so don't force and confuse our connection to each other.

While Raleigh walks into the Cenho Cove explaining on behalf of Plants, he walks through a long garden with no one but a few knights guarding the palace.

Plants sighs for a moment, staring at his back. I'm sure you heard that, but Kalian came out of the meeting and moved his feet without a sound.

"Where are you going?"

"We're going to Chermill Palace."

"Why."

"Lock the window."

"Why."

"I think someone broke into my bedroom."

A display of jewelry placed on the black console next to the safe.

Stuff that was in the bedroom, not in the reception room, not on the terrace. The answer came back that someone else would just lock him up so he wouldn't touch him.

Plants stares down at the cuffs that were only discovered by Khalian, not even the nobles.

"I didn't know it was such a treasure."

"I don't care what's in my hands. I didn't lose anything before I died. Things, animals, people."

"You have so much to cherish. Why you keep trying to throw it away."

"I know what's worse. I don't know how many times I can pick them up after throwing them away, or what I can give up for them. I know how to tell the difference."

"Kalyan."

"I'm listening."

"West."

"Why?"

"We agreed to talk."

Boom.

Calian's feet stop. Then I turned around and looked at Plants. At the same time, the Silent Membrane obscures the field of view.

"A conversation."

"Yes."

"I'd like to let the nobles know that I'm after the Crown Prince, but what do you think of my brother? If you ask me, Then what will you say?"

"Don't do it."

"Then I know you're against it, but tell me in advance, are you saying this? If I tell you, you'll disagree."

"Yes."

Half red eyes darkened by the shade of a long tree, half redder than the cuffs on your brother's sleeve. Half angry, half worried. Understanding Plants' behavior is half, half, not understanding his own. I looked at Plants with those eyes.

"I don't know what else I heard from Brother Randall. I don't know what I heard that kept me so distracted. And what is it about" talking "here? You're not talking about anything, and you're talking."

"Kalyan."

"Do you really see it that way?"

Plants, who was about to say something, closes his mouth again.

"I know who Earl Brissen must have ridiculed and ridiculed. I know who Baron Brissen was pointing a knife at. I know who Brother Randall thinks of every time he looks at you. I know. I have no idea. I've never heard of it. If you don't tell me, I don't know you. I don't know, I..."

"Why not?"

"Needless to say, what I had to do with Mr. Chase, what the timeline was, how I lived, what Devil had done, so I was breathing and I was thirsty. That's what you asked me. Did you go out to get cinnamon, get rained on, dive into the sea, dig in the royal forest, send wizards, send the captain of the Balkans, and stick out your hands? even though I never taught you what happens if you don't take out what's in there. You knew that so well yourself."

A short sigh came out of Plants' mouth.

The words you tried to hide came from Calian's mouth.

"Just take the brooch Evan gave you, leave Baron Brissen hanging his head, and let him stand in front of you. Even the person who made liquor in the far land of Siegfried lived under the influence of alcohol, even though he held his brother's hand and put his hand at ease. Changing his attitude is no different from that of me, but people's fingertips are always pointing towards him. As is customary, it's all your responsibility, and you take it for granted. You didn't say a word about being upset and unfair. Callian, by the way. Let's talk."

Plants' gaze shifted.

From Ruby Cuffs on my wrist to Calian's hand. With an emerald brooch that grabbed what was left on the floor and still held tightly. I looked at it for a long time and opened my mouth.

"It was fine. It was locked again."

If I did, I would have answered, and if I didn't, Calian wouldn't say. I kept staring at Plants. Eventually, Plants opened his mouth again.

"Smells. Disgusting. Horrible. I thought you'd feel better once you got used to it. I was getting better. I knew it wasn't worse. I should have thought it was better. No, it was locked again without me knowing."

"You mean perfume."

"Yes."

"Surprisingly, it's not that bad after the perfume. So you thought of him more than you thought you did. Still pretending to be nothing, digging in front of me, sending Lord Hertz, shooting arrows, doing magic. Did you?"

"I did."

"That's why you just closed your eyes when I threw the knife. I finally thought you were worth dying for. That's not it."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

I thought that getting used to the scent of Renaissance would escape the shadow of Silica, but realizing that it wasn't choking on the scent of perfume made me the opposite. I thought he was avoiding things he didn't hate.

I should have thought it was better.

I can't believe I feel that way.

Following Plants' gaze, Calian opened his mouth, looking down at the emerald in my hand.

"I know the dumbest son of a bitch in the world."

"Me."

"No."

Kalian raises his head.

I looked at Plants, still standing facing each other.

"· · · · · · · · Bern."

Whenever the name that should have 'existed' was taken out, I took out a foolish name that was already lost and enlightened me.

One day, I couldn't help but miss Allen, who I thought was on my side. I'm afraid if I lose it, I'll really be left alone. The name I put on my mouth without calculating anything because I was afraid of it.

Would it feel a lot different from back then, or would it feel the same? I folded my insides and put the name back in front of someone I didn't even know.

"There was one with that name. You hide it somewhere hurt, and you don't say anything, and then people don't care, and you think that's the best thing. I know my way to the gate is the end of my life, but I think I need to think about even that day. He died without finishing a word I wanted to say. The last thing I ever told my precious man was a lie. That fool who couldn't explain or apologize was lying. There was one such thing as Bern."

Plants slowly closes his eyes and opens.

The name that finally fills the empty space in your head. It was a piece of the puzzle that I had already figured out with such a good head, but I've only now confirmed it. It's like putting it back in my memory.

"But there was one more."

"Who."

"Plants. You."

Plants frowns.

This is why Kalian's words continue.

"Brother, do you know my name?"

"Kalyan."

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll blame you myself, so stop fooling around. I understand your grumbling and feel like a real enemy, but I'll take care of your greed. I'm not going to do what I want today, and I'm going to talk to you about it."

Calian glances at the nobles who are starting to come out.

"If you tell me you're worried about the smell of perfume getting better. I told my brother that the smell of flowers was not fine from the beginning, but that I had forgotten the poisonous smell to stand in front of the person who really became my brother. I'll also tell him it's not because he's Brissen, but because he thinks he's a loser to his brother. That's the kind of conversation I'm going to have."

Plants opens his eyes quietly, looking at Calian's face instead of the nobles. I looked at my toes for a long time, then looked back up at Calian.

"Okay."

"What did you know?"

"Talk."

You find an Emerald Brooch in Calian's pocket.

It's a waste whether it fell to the ground or not. Ruby cuffs and black diamond brooch are all gone, so keep this.

"A real conversation."

"Yes."

"I don't hide and do anything stupid by myself again."

"Okay."

"Yes."

Finally, Calian turns his head, smiling blood.

I thought you were done talking to Plants. So there was no more reason to stay here. I didn't even want to show the nobles that I wasn't properly dressed.

By the way.

"I thought I was going to be late, but I'm so glad to see you like this."

Kalian's feet do not move.

The smile on my face turned a little darker.

Standing five steps away.

"Hello again. Nice to meet you. Baron Rashid Bricen."

The one who didn't even notice.

I never liked the sound of his voice.

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