How to Live as the Enemy Prince

A thin pill poured into the palm of your hand sprays into the wound.

I didn't notice a slight frown in the red eyes that were sitting still and watching my hands. Veronica, who saw it, frowned and said on behalf of Kalian.

"These are sick pills."

The answer said it didn't matter because he had the power of blessing and was thinking about whether any medicine would wear off. It is better to leave the wounds alone if they are serious, but whatever they are, Calian said. As if he knew what Veronica was thinking.

So I was about to bring the strongest medicine.

I was afraid I wouldn't listen to the crazy pills because I'm a sodmaster. There was a reason why I thought it would be better to heal as soon as possible, knowing that Kalian is capable of suddenly coming from anywhere, anytime.

"I see. It hurts more than Demirea brought."

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts. You said it hurts."

"I can't feel pain just by looking at the Prince's face. It'll only hurt if you spray it with water."

I noticed a frown on one of Balkan's knights and Eila, who I've treated so far, who I thought was really bad. I don't have enough to sit around and stare at the place where my wounds are, and Smee has no reaction to the poisonous medicine.

"My grandfather said he was a terrible prince, but he really was."

"Teacher, when did you say I was awful?"

"Yes, a lot."

"You said that you said a lot about what you said only four times."

Alan interrupts, a silent observer at your side.

Then Veronica resisted.

"Four times is a lot."

"Four times is less."

"No, it's a lot. My grandfather told me I was frustrated with the king. Thinking about what I said to you less than ten times about that charge, four times is a lot."

"Well, don't say that anywhere. We should all pack up and flee to the south country that day."

"I'm not going anywhere. Say that in front of no one."

"That · · · · · · · · Veronica. I am the king's third son."

"The prince is my grandfather's son, so it's okay."

The polite medicine poured over the wound once again, as Calian became awkward in the words of his young niece who came back as if it were natural.

This time, the other hand. You hold the blade of Plants in both hands, and it cuts well.

There is no room for the same reaction.

The awkward look on his face doesn't change a bit. I didn't flinch a finger. Even though it was a hot medicine when touched by a healthy flesh, it must have felt like it was burning inside the wound.

"You said you were sick."

"Yes, it hurts."

"People get sick when they get sick."

"Leave it. You've barely begun to bring out pain."

Callian grins, pretending to dry Veronica. I couldn't have known how much I was worried about the bruises.

"It's not natural for anyone to get sick, Veronica."

Callian says: And I looked down at the painfully right palm, which was like putting a living flame under the skin.

I saw nothing but new wounds. I saw scars that would not even have been made if they were better forged swords, which were made out of blunt force.

"No wonder people don't get sick or sick. There is."

Just like breathing and breathing is the hardest thing in the world.

"Of course not."

Immediately, a soft ointment glowed red.

The wound was deeper than I thought, but I decided to believe in the power of blessing. So instead of sewing, I only applied ointment. It's because I didn't want to let the anesthetic work, the sick person's hands, and even the needles go in and out.

"I don't want to understand that there are people who don't. That's what I'm saying, because I want people who are not natural to be better."

Calian opens his mouth, smiling slightly.

I did not ask him to understand it, but I gave him a different answer instead of just complaining for a moment.

"It's going to be okay. I need to be okay. I need to be okay."

"If you're thinking about getting better, learn how not to."

Veronica points to Kalian's wound with her finger.

"It's okay if it's not okay. Don't just say it hurts."

"Yes, I'll learn."

Kalian nods.

I can teach you if you have to learn it yourself.

* * *

Sunset.

Suddenly, the sun is tilting and a red sunset shines from the window at the end of the hall. A little bird settled on a branch and walked down the hallway looking down at the shadow flying somewhere again. You hold a bandage from Veronica, one in each hand.

So, instead of covering the wound, Calian comes out of the building in the Wilhelm coffin with only bandages wrapped around it. He waves his hands to the happy face that was waiting for him.

"Jan."

Jan was on her way to Wilhelm Cove to listen to Kalian's request from her bracelet.

Yan approaches with the stooge, looking at Kalian's face. Then, knowing that what was in Calian's hand was not a rotten object, he opened his mouth, contemplating his gaze.

"Prince! What happened to your hands?!"

The sound of the knights' training pauses and worries loudly enough to resume.

"He didn't go anywhere. He kept stalking me. I had a hard time getting away from trying to come here with you. Did something happen to Prince Charming? Why do you carry a bandage around with you? What happened to your hand again?"

"It's just, I had some stuff going on in the señor coffin."

"No,"

Who else would it be?

Khalian senses it's his turn to speak harsh words again, and quickly cuts Jan's words off. Every time I became a Shiroian in the palace more and more days, I made everything like this without scolding them because I knew who I was.

The following companies.

I don't want to be angry without crying. It was the elephant in Chermill who was crying on the day of the first injury to the palm of his hand.

Thinking about that, Calian smiles.

"More than that. I'm afraid your eyes won't come back to you forever, Jan."

What's the point of having a furious face?

My eyes are still swollen.

"What if my little elephant, who was round, had to continue to live like a puffed barley bread?"

"What should I do? You should keep him apologizing for what happened to him."

"I'll live with him."

Kalian's words pause for a moment.

The back of Callian's hand quickly turns cold, briefly covering Jann's eyes. It was also because of what was in your hand, but the wound on your palm did not cover your palm.

"It's better to be round, so go and steam like this. Don't worry, it's nothing to worry about."

"· · · · · · · Really."

"Really."

"Yes, I understand."

Jan nods.

"I got what you said."

Jan's voice sounded faint. Along with him, Jan reaches out the small pocket in his hand. Calian lowers one hand and takes it and places it slightly in his vest pocket, covering Yann's eyes again.

"Are you going out again?"

"I don't know yet. I'll tell you when I get out."

"Of course."

"You have to."

"Okay."

"Have you met Lord Castrin?"

"Yes, I met him."

"Can he come?"

"Yes. But this evening, the young Lean of Cecritia has agreed to meet Sir Seiren outside the palace. So."

"· · · · · · · Gonna be late. A lot."

"Yes, we can be late because we have to escort them," he said. He asked me if I was okay. "

"It's okay. Just wait."

He'll be here before daybreak.

Unless Arianne has been drinking all night.

"I envy you."

"Yes?"

"No, no, no. Say nothing."

Yan hears Yan's words again, as he struggles to recall his spirits, wanting to join the two of you for an all-night drink.

"Anyway, I'll tell him he's waiting. But you're not going to compete with that hand, are you?"

"Mmm-hmm. No."

"If you're lying to the prince, it's all Tina."

"Just a little bit. Just a little less than a scratch. I can't even hold the sword for long because it hurts anyway."

"I'm serious."

"Really."

"Yes."

"Yes."

"I'm deceiving you."

"If you cheated, don't worry, go. Just talk to Lord Castrin. Go cool off your eyes. Okay?"

"Yes, I'm sure he's resting well. Don't worry."

Yan said, as an excuse, "Don't just stand around worrying about Kalian. Rest."

"By the way, Prince."

Then I took out something as if it had suddenly occurred to me. It was a smaller pocket than it had just been delivered.

Jan opens her pouch of Juju Island, blindfolded in Calian's hands, and reveals the contents in the palm of her hand. Then he raises his hand to the height of Kalian's eyes and says,

"I saw this on Raven's necklace."

"Where?"

"Your jewelry locker. where he used to love black diamonds and ruby cuffs. By the way, Prince, didn't you have a different pair of cuffs today? Merlyn went to the prince's treasure locker because the original cuffs had disappeared and he had never seen anything before. Did you put the cuffs in there and replace them with new ones?"

"· · · · · · · ·"

A strange voice echoes from Khalian, listening to Yan's words and confirming that it was placed in his hand. Yan frowns.

"Did you lose your cuffs?"

"No, I didn't lose it."

"So, did you change it?"

"I didn't put it in storage. I gave it to you."

"Why is that? You loved it."

"No."

Calian stops speaking and looks down again.

I burst out a smaller smile in front of my eyes.

You trimmed it with small diamonds and decorated it with a sponge. A few layers of quality iridescent pillows were placed, and a large, transparent diamond was placed in the center of the pillow. A pair of cuffs made of very elaborate polished work.

I can assure you.

"Aw · · · · · · · · This is crazy."

That must be the most expensive pair of peas they have.

I didn't take it by choice. I changed it by choice.

I left mine and took what was mine. He doesn't have a hobby of taking what's in someone else's hands. Though I seem to have expanded the scope of the word "change" by myself, I did not take it away, but it was exchanged.

"This is better. I changed it."

Khalian, who quickly solved Jan's misunderstanding, told you to go to Chermill Palace first before going to Rubia's coffin and make sure Merlin doesn't go through any more trouble. He then took his hand off Jan's eyes and said, accepting the new cuff.

"I'm done steaming."

It meant, "Now go."

- Cheers.

After I broke up with Jan.

Callian opens a pouch handed to him by Allan, who will be with Veronica in his empty office.

There were black robes and black clothes. because I couldn't walk around in my clothes when I was out here, in my coffin in Wilhelm.

Kalian, dressed as a new garment on Juju Island, lifts the bandage. And then I wrapped it around my hand. I don't know, but I'm sure it's much better than Veronica did when I got distracted.

- Gekko, are you ready to go?

Alan sends a message, noticing that Kalian is in his office like a ghost.

- Yeah, I was gonna.

Alan doesn't answer right away.

I think he's kicking his tongue. Callian laughs for a moment at that thought.

- We can't keep him like that.

- I told you it's best not to step up, and you didn't listen.

- You're too old to talk about your father. Me, too.

Callian's a big girl, but she's adolescent.

- That's very impressive.

- Maybe I'm worried. We have to look inside.

Calian tucks the bandaged hand back into his pocket and jumps out the window, filling it with a new cuff. It was because he put on a black robe and pressed down on his hat. If you look like this and see the Balkans, they'll spill swords, arrows, and water.

- Cook, Cook, I might need some medicine. I think so.

- · · · · · · Help yourself. You're in Wilhelm's new coffin.

Home to the old Hessian palace.

Since the sun started tilting, all the builders would have gone out of the palace, so there would have been silence like at night.

- Yes, sir.

Khalian nods, already making fun of the place. Then you speed up after you finish your conversation with Alan.

* * *

I know a place.

Buildings you know and people you know lived in.

A place where flowers bloom and aromas are known.

But now only unknown trees, unknown grass, can be seen.

The person who came to a place that I didn't even know was a stranger moved out quietly. It wasn't dark yet, but I quietly walked to such a place that was deemed darker than midnight because of its silence. Through the unknown trees, through the unknown grass, and over the side of the cispanian community.

- A bruise.

I wonder how much it cost.

My feet, which seemed to be moving endlessly, stopped. I looked forward, looked at the side and looked down at the floor, but I also stopped looking at him, who was not staying in one place. The gaze quietly went down. I stayed in a small white thing that almost got trampled on.

- · · · · · · · Thanksgiving.

I leaned back.

The red cloak, which you've been wearing around you, touches the ground, forgetting any discomfort. But I didn't care. In fact, it is right to be unconscious. I've been covering my back with it all day.

After all, the hand of the person who bent his waist and then his knee moved, forgetting that the cloak touched the ground. You reach for the little white thing that stopped your foot.

"Is it still blooming here? I saw Eila watching from behind the Wilhelm coffin."

I heard a familiar voice because I was reaching out my hand to see what I knew in a place that had become full of things I didn't know.

"· · · · · · Footsteps."

Not an answer, not an explanation.

That's what I was talking to Calian about just now.

What if he's still silent? Unlike what you said you would confidently give Alan, Calian raises his mouth.

"I forgot to come in a hurry. The footsteps."

"Why."

"I'm worried."

"Who."

"There's someone else I need to worry about."

Callian replies, standing a little distance from the crooked peas, like an onion with strawberry jam.

"I'm here because I'm worried about you."

And he sat crouched to the same shape as the peas, adding:

Plants looks back at Calian for a moment. He didn't say anything else about coming to me because he was worried about me. You don't feel the need to talk, or you don't know what to say. Kalian says something else, even if he was thinking about giving you a smart-headed answer.

"I told him to stay in Sir Jay's room for a while, but he couldn't wait for the bird to leave."

"· · · · · · Somehow."

"Yes."

Calian follows the short answer to Plants' eyes. I opened my mouth to see it from when I might have been staring.

"It's a flower in the Hina Robe. My Hina seems to like it."

Plants nods quietly.

"Larissium."

And she gave me the name of a flower that Kalian didn't know.

How do you know the names of these wild flowers that I don't know? Explain in detail where and how you heard the flowers that look like the flowers engraved on the Hina Robe to whom and why.

Callian replied, with a question buried deep in his heart that he must ask one day.

"· · · · · · Yes."

"It doesn't smell good. He did."

"Amazing. Strange."

"I liked it. I..."

"You did."

"I've never known it to be so bad."

The consequences of acting unknowingly were always bad, the choices you didn't know and the choices you chose were always bad, and the news you didn't know was always bad. When I learned something I didn't know, it wasn't that bad.

"· · · · · · · Shrintz. Let's go together."

"You don't have to go. Now."

"Do you need a reason to go on a trip?"

"Brother Randall."

"Together."

"No."

"If you have a fight with Randall, I'll take your side."

Plants shuts up and looks at Larissium.

I hear Kalian's words continue.

"Not the sea, not the rocky mountains. Lots of trees, lots of water. There's a lot you haven't seen, sir. I'll tell you what else. Something new, but not bad."

That's the way it goes.

Plants, who knows but has heard the strange Khalian's low voice, opens his mouth.

"· · · · · · · Bern."

Put on the bracelet Allen gave me to fix everything. Put on Jan's clothes, bandage the wound on her larger hand, tie up her long blue feet, and cuff her that Plants left behind.

The man who came to Plants in this manner turned his eyes bright and radiant.

"That's not what I was told to call you. I am."

And I responded grumbling like this.

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