How to Live as the Enemy Prince

A large red ribbon tied at the back of your waist.

White lace with pink skirt down to your knees. A rich white blouse with sleeves and a lace-like lace ribbon that wraps around the ankle.

Just looking at it, it was just a pretty dress that really matched the brown half hair. But if you look at it differently, So, to be precise.

"Meeon!"

If you look at it in the cat's eyes.

"Eon!"

"· · · · · · Niang!"

It's a big toy that fits and is pretty and just moves.

"Are you surprised you're shaking?"

"Eon!"

"Meow!"

"Wow, are you answering me?"

"Mio!"

The two cats that were toying with one person were the Annex of the Rubia. Among Rubia's envoys designed to stay in foreign countries, it was only available to special dignitaries.

The purpose was to provide customers from other countries with a fabulous environment that would boast about Cairis and suit their standard of living.

It was a little smaller than Chermill Palace, but it had everything. A well-decorated garden and moderately-sized pond were next to the path of sharing two common coffins and one annex. As I walked along the decorated road with flowers that bloom every season, I saw a huge fountain carved in the shape of the Sispanian and Hatsuara. Since then, no one has forbidden admiration for the white marble buildings with the appearance of an open annex, a beautiful black piece.

Of course, this beauty is also in people's eyes.

If you look at this differently.

"Tight!"

It was just a great big playground to swim around and poke around in when it comes to blue ribbons.

"· · · · · · · · What."

Beautiful place for people to see. Arianne's expression, who was just watching three animals play in such a place, changed. Soon, a cautious voice echoes through the garden of the Rubia Annex.

"Why, why. Why come to me all of a sudden?"

While Arianne was relaxed with her silver-white cat jumping up and down to catch the tip of the red ribbon on her waist and the gray cat tapping her ankle, she couldn't just leave her body out of the pond once more into the fountain water and play.

Arianne quickly opened her mouth, convinced that the duck's destination was in her arms.

[Clean!]

Maybe the most desperate Clin in the world.

Demirea chuckles. The lily beside him became merely a face of wonder.

"Arianne is a wizard?"

Arianne, who held a fluffy white duck and began to gently stroke her round, hard hair, replied.

"No, I'm a man of the law. I deal in magic, I deal in medicine, I deal in my fiancée."

"Wow · · · · · · · ·."

Although he knows a lot of things, he's a lawyer by profession.

The lily in the more dazzling eyes asked.

"Why not a wizard?"

"Does the Wizard look the best?"

"Yes."

"Why do you think that is?"

"The knights did. The hardest thing to deal with is the Wizard."

"That's especially true of the Cairis Wizards."

"Dear Lean."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I've never been with babies, so I don't know."

Arianne, who was comfortable with her mouth, apologized to Demirea. Then he glanced at Riley, winking at one eye, then answering.

"Knights are reluctant to wizards for reasons that are hard to win because of fighting, but the way of thinking is, They think a lot differently. It's a pole. I mean, they don't really fit together. It's not just that wizards are stronger and better."

Nevertheless, when they entered the palace, they ate carbonated water for less than a month, and they did not know how to successfully erect the statue of the Three Princes in the center of the Wilhelm and discuss how to survive in the flesh.

Demirea, who swallowed tea with cherry-scented facts and cherry-flavored tea, looked at Riley and asked.

"Ryrie. Do you want to learn magic instead of swords?"

"If I learn magic, can I be a wizard too?"

"Whatever you want to do."

If you have learned medicine, you have Veronica, and if you have learned magic, you have Alan and Calian, and if you want to do something other than magic and sword, you have every intention of summoning whoever you want to teach. If you insist on continuing with your sword, you will teach Brysen how to use it, as promised by Calian, but you have no intention of coercing him.

It's Brycen, whether he loses his pay or not.

It's not important to Demirea and Riley.

So whatever. Is there really nothing I can't do?

"Do I have to tell you now, Demirea?"

Lilli, who was thinking with her lips closed, asked:

"No, you can think about it and let me know for a long time."

"Well, I'm going to ask myself, and I'm going to ask Sherry's mom, and I'm going to decide what's best for her."

It was an unthinkable answer.

Demirea looks at Arianne for a moment. However, Arianne smiled softly at Riley as she saw that she did not have much color.

I sat next to Coco, and I beautifully repaired the blue ribbon around his neck, and I put it on the ribbon.

'I am Coco, the blue-haired deputy commander who made me a mother.'

Arianne laughed when she saw the word embroidered.

"Ryrie, why don't you ask the Little Duke?"

"You don't have to ask Demirea."

"Why?"

"Demirea is my favorite sword and I."

I answered confidently.

"Right?"

and ask with the mouth shape. Demirea, who strokes Riley's head, replies.

"Yes, that's right."

In fact, Jan and Riley are my favorites.

"If you see me later, I'll have to ask. So you have to tell me not to forget, Demirea."

"Okay, I'll tell you about it."

Lieri nods, smiling like the day she first tried chocolate milk.

"Meow, meow, meow."

Lucy, who had just lost interest in the red ribbon, summons Riley. Rising from his seat, Riley carefully hugs Lucy with her arms full. After Lucy, she sits in a fountain, leaving Anne distracted by the ribbon.

The most sunset was the fountain. Lucy loved the sunshine.

Arianne dropped her tea while avoiding the big duck who fell asleep with her head on her shoulders and opened her mouth to Demirea, who was watching her.

"You don't have to look at me. I already know which family that kid belongs to."

"Yes, I thought you knew. I think I've become a habit."

"A habit? Will the Duke ever notice someone else?"

"There are those who regard her as the daughter of the late Lord Lean or the only one who is the bride of the King of Cecritia." So am I. That's a very bad look for Riley. "

"Associating her with Brycen?"

"Or think of His Royal Highness. Generally, yes, so I'm always worried that someone might look at Riley with those eyes."

Arianne nods in understanding.

"It's just pretending not to know in Brissen. That's what I heard. Is that right?"

"· · · · · · · Yes. Earl Grey Brissen had a run-in with Riley once. He's not paying much attention to her yet. You have to pretend you don't know. Evan or Lennon, ah. This is the Marquis of Brissen and his son."

"I know. I know who it is."

"Yes. They had never told anyone about Riley. In fact, in Brissen, you don't have to acknowledge Riley as one of your own."

"It's better for them to pretend not to know. It's better to have a successor position than to have a disagreement."

"That's good to know. I wonder if I should be angry. Actually, I don't know."

"Then why don't you take off your britchen and join the Siegfried family?"

"I don't think that's for me to decide."

Anne, who stood up with her feet to grab the red ribbon hanging behind Arianne's waist and reached her hands upward, falls behind her. After forgetting what she said, Demirea was surprised for a moment, and quickly turned around and smiled at Anne as she began to trim her hair. And I kept answering Arianne.

"If the lily were a little bigger. when you get really serious about what you're going to be when you grow up to decide. I think it's right to keep using your last name as Brissen, or Siegfried, or decide for yourself at that time."

Arianne looks down at Demirea's hand, lowering her cup of tea with a small voice.

I can see a lot of stiffness that proves that I am a swordsman. He had already been in the place of the Peacock and had learned all the swordsmanship of the family for a long time, but he was the hand of someone who kept practicing his sword without thinking of joining the right place.

The stubborn man was stubborn in nothing but bringing Riley to watch over her. It only gives me a thought to the hope of a child's future, which almost changes several times a day. Don't force one thing.

The person next to the royal family is surprised that a cat has fallen behind.

"Prince Kalian boasted that he was a wonderful man, Duke. Of course, I didn't trust her half as much as my fiancé. My fiancée is really cool, too. But my best friend's fiancée was also a really cool person."

"That's what the prince said."

"I did a lot. And then I really want to get into Siegfried."

Demirea lets out a small laugh.

I still thought that I would not discount any of my outstanding promises and debts.

"I didn't know you were coming today, actually. I'd rather have him over here for dinner if that's okay with you. What do you think?"

"I have an appointment with the prince for dinner. And from what I've heard, it doesn't seem like the prince is fulfilling what he wants today either. So I don't think I need to spend the night here."

After Callian told him, "I'll be the prince, not you." I was going to stay here because Demirea, the fiancée, would be very interested. However, I heard Jan say that Plants has abandoned the plan. So there was no reason to stay away from the palace.

"We have a very special guest in the mansion. Why don't you go back to dinner not today, but next time?"

"Ah. I heard about Veronica. Lord Bern is at the ducal palace. Is that correct?"

"Yes, that's right."

"That's great. I'll see you later, Lord Bern."

Demirea nods.

And I finally put my hatred for the red ribbon on my knees, holding the gray cat that came to me.

I don't know what Lily wants to be.

Which family name will I write in the future?

Not like this.

My dog doesn't say that, but he's got a lot of hair, thinking about it.

* * *

Sometimes it's better to be stranger than familiar.

When things get a little weird. Curious about new things. When you need a change of heart. When I want to get rid of useless thoughts. And...

"If you called someone else instead of your brother, we should talk."

When all you're used to is getting hurt.

Some days it's better to be unfamiliar.

At least that's what Bern thought. That's what Bern did.

It wasn't Chase or Louise or Kiry rebuilding that Devlan had died and gone a little old and gone to ruins. They were strangers and strangers outside the palace.

Like Bern and his rotten plant.

So I found Plants in the shape of Bern.

Not Bern, who stood in front of the axis of time and talked to "The Mad King" Plants, but not the old Kalian, who talked about the blue flowers while looking at the red cartoon, and not the current Kalian, who stopped separating the Mad King from the peas and shared Bern with the old Kalian. Just someday, Bern.

I don't know exactly what it looks like, but one day, Bern was about the same age as Plants. I returned to Bern, where I had nothing to do with Plants.

Maybe it's because he's right or maybe he's wrong.

After all, Plants is calling Bern.

"If you don't like it."

"Never mind. I wouldn't have worn a bracelet if I didn't like it."

I call it as much as I can before I know it.

Maybe that call still hurt Bern.

I don't think a smart guy like that got it wrong again.

"He's my brother all the time, and he won't even let me say it. You made me look in the mirror to use it like this."

If it were Kalian, he would have just said, "It's fine," but Bern in this period is not that round. Because it looks different, the character and habits of that time emerge so easily.

The following companies.

'I'm fine, so don't worry. Take out whatever you want.'

And before you die, getting Bern's foreign language out will be a little weird.

If that were the case, that mild pea might have stood up, put her hands together and stood there and said something respectful naturally. I wonder if the old Kalian would have pointed out the manner of speaking.

"· · · · · · · Mirror."

"I came to see the mirror. As I recall, he was very handsome."

I didn't think it would be shorter, but Plants' words were extremely short. But I also understand it very well.

"Have you ever seen eyes like this? This is precious. My brother's eyes aren't this color either."

"There is."

"Who."

"Great Desert Dog."

"· · · · · · · What dog?"

"In a book. Sledding dog."

"No."

"I heard."

"Not the book. Have you seen it?"

"I didn't see it."

"I saw it."

"· · · · · · · to show off."

"Different. They have blue eyes. It's not mine. No, is it normal to look a man in the eye in the eye in the first place? What's wrong with these eyes? Precious people's eyes."

Is that a man or a son of a bitch?

Plants gives up squatting and sits on the floor, staring at the man who barks like a real dog instead of a cat. It was because my legs were numb, whether my insides were split or my insides were cracked.

Bern smiles as he sits on his butt on the floor.

"When."

"When did you see it?"

Nod.

"I don't know exactly. A few years later. A noble dog who used to love dogs brought it from the Great Desert. But she's hot. That's why I had to make the house of the Wizard look like a desert. I don't know if Arianne and I have ever had a dog or a winter dog."

"· · · · · · · Greenhouse."

Oh, I made a mistake.

Bern, who was touching my long head, fluttering down the hood, clenched his fist. I've been trying to change the mood, and it reminds me of the greenhouse.

I should have been a good adult who listened to the teacher who told me not to hang around in front of him.

"Eh · · · · · · · similar but different. Dog Rangoon flowers are absolutely..."

Oh, I see.

Serenti.

- All right!

Plants looks at Bern, who hurriedly stops speaking and smacks my mouth. I can see what you were thinking.

"Ah · · · · · · · Anyway. It's different."

"Yes."

This is the answer in the same context as Jan's "cheating." It's hard to argue that it's different, so I'm just going to give you that kind of answer.

Bern makes sure he doesn't see anything around him, then picks up the hood.

I lost Arianne's headband and tied it with Eila's handkerchief. Then the loosely tied head suddenly loosened and became a mess in the hood.

Bern, who loosened his long hair and began to gather again as one, hears Plants' question.

"My head. Since when."

Bern quickly spit out the handkerchief that was in his mouth as he had a habit of remembering and giving the answer.

"Ever since I was a kid. When I was growing up, I looked a lot like my brother and didn't look much different in size. Even though I was younger than you, I was always about the same height. I couldn't get it right until I looked him in the eye. Marquis Lynn calls me Prince 1st, but the mother who saw you from afar called your own son Bern. I raised him because he wasn't a mess. Later on, I changed my face and I grew taller, but I kept growing. He looks good. He's handsome."

With confidence or arrogance, Plants opens his mouth, just hearing the last words of a confused man.

"That must be uncomfortable."

"I was uncomfortable. I had my hair cut off at first, I ate chicken with knights outside, and I sat on my head and nearly broke my back trying to get down. I got caught in a fight."

Plants nods, not asking what happened to his hand or neck that grabbed his head.

Bern lowers his hand after clearing his head. The green eyes that were moving along it touched the bandage that was closed to my hand. Chen Bern notices the sheep moving away from the bandage.

"That's it. And this."

If the hand gets bigger, the wound gets bigger.

Plants, who had been looking at Bern's hand for a long time, looks back down again. I saw small but small blossoms. And after another long time, I opened my mouth.

"· · · · · · Difficult. I'm here. I don't know."

"What."

"The pink-haired wizard with salt said there was no right answer. I don't know if that's true."

"I met Lord Zeia, talked well, and then I came out, and I saw this empty place. So I came to this place where there was always a fragrance, and there were no fragrances blooming. You hurt someone because of you so much that you're trying to figure out if the answer was right or if there's no answer. Whether that's the case or not. I don't know again."

Nod.

Just thinking about what to say, Bern opens his mouth.

And I said whatever I wanted.

"When my father was alive, Eila knew what I was doing. I smelled blood. I asked how many people you killed."

I wish I could just ask you a few questions and fix everything that's happened. People aren't like that in the first place. Sometimes they fall asleep again, even if it's okay.

"I've been thinking. Let me tell you a story. I don't know. Maybe I'll be a little more comfortable telling people what I couldn't. How about getting insulted and comforted? I thought about it, but I didn't. It doesn't matter who you talk to, what do you know about it? It's useless."

Nevertheless, it's a life that needs to get better eventually.

"You said you wanted to be a knight like me. You disappoint me a lot, Eila. So I went to Cairys and became a seizure. And then my dad sent her to the tent. Tensiles were more dangerous than Cairys. It was time to decide my bride anyway, and my bride shouldn't have been as powerful as Arianne. So I lied to my father. Actually, she's my fiancée. Send me back."

I'm not trying to tell you how much I've been thinking about it.

Not because everyone wants to comfort the useless that they are all the same.

"Then my father sent Eila alone to do the most dangerous things. They spotted her, and Eila didn't know how to run. So the day my father died. I heard about Eila's death."

I just released to Plants what I hadn't told anyone for no reason.

"There are no right answers in the world. I don't think so. It's my fault I did that to Eila. Because I made the wrong choice."

Plants nods again.

That means you're wrong.

Bern opens his mouth, smiling for a moment.

"It was the right answer to pick up the knife without trying to find a way to hide a young child of Riley's age. It was the right thing to keep him alive without killing him. So it was the right answer to kill all those people instead. Ignoring a short letter from the next country's king, it seems that the answer is right · · · · · · not ·."

"I don't think so."

"Right."

Plants reaches out once again and sweeps out the lithium and opens his mouth.

"Me, too. I've been wrong a lot."

I've come up with a lot of wrong answers.

I remembered a lot of things that were clear that there were no right answers. I think of a bandage wrapped around Bern's hand.

"Yes. A lot of things are wrong. You and me."

Bern said, looking at the flowers that don't smell anything when swept.

"But I am. I was right to be your knight. It was the right thing to do when I took Kiri out and taught her the sword. Even though I left a lie for my brother, I don't take a step back until the last moment and I think the answer is correct for stopping the next kingdom. I thought my last answer was intact. How about you."

"· · · · · · · · I."

After closing your eyes for a moment, Plants opens his mouth.

"· · · · · · I went through a third-floor window. Maybe it was the right thing to do."

"Don't you see?"

"I don't know."

"Actually, your brother was thinking the same thing. So let me ask you the answer myself. That's how your brother came to see you. To Silica."

To Silica.

Your son jumped into your arms, making sure you got the right answer. I wanted to ask you a lot more than that. Silica that day didn't know it was someone's life to jump into my arms. I didn't ask.

Thinking about that one day, Bern said,

"In the end, I didn't ask in time. I planted a Renieri here and asked him. But I didn't hear the answer. For your brother, that question ended up not finding the right answer. I think, Plants. I don't think you're gonna find the answer for the rest of your life."

"· · · · · · Yes."

"If there are no right answers, there are no wrong answers. I hope you don't take this the wrong way. What do you think, Plants?"

Nod. Nod.

After a long time, Bern looks down at the moving pea's head and takes a long breath. And instead, I bring up one story that Callian has never been able to tell.

"Failure to stop Silica that day. That's why you couldn't even speak to Silica one last time. Eventually, it was engraved with a lifetime of questions. That was clearly the wrong answer. That's what your brother thinks."

Plants did not answer.

"You should have had that chance, whether you were grumbling or apologizing. Your brother has regrets now."

"I really · · · · · · · · regret it."

You struggle to lift your head, looking up at the red sky filled with sunset, and close your green eyes that are filled with red sky.

My eyes are breaking.

You duck your head.

My eyes are ringing. It's just, they're ringing.

Tuck.

Tuk-tuk.

Above the odorless flower, the clear red things with sunlight fell.

Bern slowly closes his eyes and opens his eyes.

I stood by him like that for a long time.

"· · · · · · · Sorry."

Comfort journal or apple journal.

I asked him if he might have the right answer.

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