How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Just before a cat was found in the bedroom of Earl Grey Brissen.

A paste made of basil and mushrooms was applied to the non-greasy beef and baked food wrapped in pastry dough was placed in front of it. When I cut it off, I could see the filling of flesh flowing out of the pastry surrounded by layers.

Calian, who cut the meat, pastries and pastries without missing, had a pleasant face. It's because the aromatic and clear taste was unbelievably satisfying.

"It's been a long time. Delicious."

A moment later, Calian, who had eaten all the food in front of me, said with a cheerful face. A fresh plate of baked bacon with tomatoes was placed on a clean plate from one of the servants next to him.

Demirea, who was strangled by a dark wine, replied with a look at Kalian.

"Yes, it tastes very good."

He said, "You're going to love it. You're going to leave."

Followed by Plants' remarks, Calian smiles deeply.

"He's always in a hurry."

After we closed Brissen together, Plants grabs him by the back of his neck as he answers to get rid of her and jumps out of the way.

And I reminded her that I had dinner plans with Demirea and reminded her that I just told you to close Brycen together. I kindly explained to her that closing the story together was not the sound of me clapping behind your back when you smashed it all by yourself.

After that, I came to Rubia's coffin to discuss how to close Brissen together. I'm just going to feed my brother, who told me it would be unfair to go outside the palace without food.

"Did you try to forget your promise again?"

"No, Demirea. I wanted to go and eat. I'll never forget the promise I made to my fiancée."

"You've forgotten a lot."

"No. I didn't forget. I couldn't protect."

"Different."

"Different. A lot different."

His head is cut open, and Demirea opens her mouth to say Moore.

- Dallac!

- Aah!

But at that time, there was a loud sound that was hard to hear at the dinner table next to Demirea. I turned my head, startled, and I saw a juice cup on the rich sleeve of Riley's arm stretching out.

To be precise, the cup should have stopped in the air on the table. There was a calm breeze between the cup and the table holding the cup.

"Ahh · · · · · · · · · · ·."

She looks embarrassed, unable to find anything to say to her surprised face.

While the drink in the cup was not prevented from spilling, the successful Kalian smiled slightly at holding on to it to prevent it from breaking. Then you quickly erase the juice stains from the yellow dress on Riley.

"It's okay."

"· · · · · · Yes, degradation."

It was then Demirea who noticed what Riley was going to say and said she didn't have to apologize, and it was up to Plants to tell her not to be too nervous about a difficult meal.

One look at Plants, one look at Demirea, and one look at Kalian. Riley quickly looks around and greets you.

Dinner was finished after such a small task. On a clean table, a yogurt with figs and jam and light tea were placed.

After the acolytes with dessert leave the cafeteria, Lieri carefully opens her mouth.

"Low · · · · · · · · · · ·."

She hesitates for a long time and looks at Demirea. Watching him, Plants lowers his cup of tea.

"I'm going to see Lucy. Lirier."

"Me too, I want to go with you."

Nod.

Rising quickly to the expression of permission, Lylie is beside Plants. Then you set an example for Callian and followed Plants out the back.

- Cheers.

You hear the door close.

Khalian shakes his figs and jam on the yogurt without touching the tea.

"Am I very uncomfortable? I used to do all kinds of tricks and hold juice cups and clean clothes."

"The prince seems uncomfortable to me."

"Ah · · · · · · · · Is it. I felt it, so she ran away."

I like that it makes me uncomfortable.

I don't hate it, but I feel heavy pressing down on my heart. When I first saw her, I thought of her, because I couldn't help but think of her. I know that the child is not dead now and living well somewhere in Cecritia, but I still have no choice.

"· · · · · · · After a while. You'll be fine."

Demirea nods without asking why she's reluctant to have a young child. And he made a quiet voice.

"It's because Riley has a question for me. Perhaps it would be a shame for me and Prince to be together."

"I'm not uncomfortable?"

"Yes, I don't find the prince uncomfortable."

Kalian looks fortunate.

"Are you trying to talk some sense into your brother?"

"Something like that."

"That's not going to help."

"The prince doesn't help by talking to me often."

"Ah · · · · · · · · Consultation, rather than just that. No matter what I say, you have to listen to me quietly."

"That won't help either. For Riley."

Calian nods, a small smile.

"That's right."

"Why don't you have tea?"

"Not right now. I'll drink it later."

Demirea looks at Kalian, who has put down her cup of tea quietly.

Then I looked at Calian's hands and face and asked.

"He took a punch. Did you fight again?"

"Huh? I didn't get hit, Demirea."

"Instead of welcoming them this time, I think you have raised your voice."

"Wow, how did you know?"

"It's Tina."

"Where are you going?"

"Everywhere I look."

After a long time of seeing Calian's crying face, he notices it, and he notices it again. I can't believe you cried looking at a pea with a flat face that doesn't change a thing.

"That's my fiancée. There's no place I wouldn't rather be."

"Did something bad happen in the Cenée Coffin?"

"Rashid Brissen was here."

"Yes, I heard that."

"I haven't heard from you yet. Lasid Brissen had some business with Silica. So I touched my brother about it, and it exploded."

"Is that why you pulled out the knife?"

Calian looks at the bandages on his hands and smiles.

"If you lose patience, you don't look back and forth. I stopped him. And then I had a little talk with my brother, and it happened."

Demirea nods quietly.

"Yes, well done."

"Are you complimenting me?"

"You're welcome."

"Good. I haven't heard any compliments lately."

"· · · · · · How old are you and how old do you say that?"

"Twenty-six."

Demirea smiles heavily as she comes back.

"Thanks to Prince, my brother and I are doing well, and my parents are breathing. It doesn't seem like Brycen is doing anything that's not human anymore. You are on a journey, and the Balkans are firmly seated. Marquis Manasil also looks completely different from when he was a child. Above all, Riley began to think about my future, and I became able to listen to her."

And he said,

"You're good with knives. You're good with magic. I don't know what I'm proud of when I look at it, but I'm not upset. He speaks well and has a temper. Prince McDreamy has a lot to be praised for."

I baptized.

Of course, the word "temperamental" was a little vague, but it was clearly complimented by Kalian.

"That's weird. My fiancé's not like this."

"I don't know what happened to the child at Riley's age, but the prince is highly praised, so don't get too involved in the past."

Oh, and...

Then Kalian gives a small voice to understand Demirea's words.

"You can come to the ducal palace on a difficult day to walk around in such clothes. If you need anyone other than my good brother, I'll listen to him. For what you've found in Riley."

Demirea, who recognized Jan's clothes, said:

Calian smiles softly.

"Demirea, my bride. I'm always so confident."

"I see."

"Thank you."

Demirea smiles a little.

It meant to stop saying it naturally.

* * *

It rises.

But it falls down again. It rises a few more times but eventually returns to where it was before reaching higher ground.

- Shoot him!

After the ceremony of feeding fish to the Seño River, water came to the royal palace of Cairis. Opening the waterway that all but artificial ponds and artificial lakes were blocked during winter. in the artificial creek, in the fountain.

How long has it been since I've seen a fountain that has stopped in the winter and started rising again? Randall never stopped outside Chermill Palace for a moment. because I never looked back at the fountain, or the winter, or the spring, or anything like that.

"Water is a fact that I always realize, Prince. Cairis is a great place to live."

Rashid smiles as he looks up at the stream of water that eventually flows down again. Then he turns to Randall, standing beside him, and says,

Whether Le Maine or Plants, you will not allow Rashid into Chermill Palace. Nevertheless, Rashid finds the palace. Then you summoned Randall out of Chermill Palace.

I didn't even meet him in the señor coffin, avoiding the eyes of others. A fountain garden close to Chermill Palace. I waited for Randall there. And Randall came to Rashid with no other objections.

It should be quite surprising for those who know Randall to see this situation. Neither Callian nor Plants would have ever seen Randall meet an outsider so publicly.

"The tencils last year were overwhelming with water, but this year, I think they're the opposite. Because it didn't rain or snow, the wheat eggs dried up and the bottom of the lake was exposed · · · · · · even the fountain in the royal palace stopped working. It's hard to fathom how serious that is."

The wheat is dry and the bottom of the lake is exposed.

Rather, it seemed that the royal palace's fountain was more problematic not to gush water.

I wonder if it's a joke or if it means something else. Despite Rachid's elusive words, Randall stood still with no expression on his face. You keep your eyes fixed on the ripples that constantly appear and disappear above the fountain's surface.

"So the more I think about how good this land is, the more I can't help but admire the grace of the early king."

Rashid doesn't seem to care much for Randall's reaction. Like a theatrical actor reciting the lines of his share without disappointment in front of a single, unresponsive audience.

"Salt comes from the rocks instead of the sea, streams that do not dry, the mother tree's silverware has no days of begging for grain, and when the · · · · · · grapes are warm, pigs are fattened. Where else on the continent could a country this big be?"

"Let's talk for a minute," he said. I'm going back now. "

Randall gives you a short answer after a long speech.

Rashid opens his mouth, smiling awkwardly.

"If I've said this before and there is no word, I don't know what to say."

Randall doesn't answer. I didn't even listen to Rashid's empty words. It was just a walk on its own. As if he was just trying to chase the useless afternoons with the sound of fountains.

"Not curious? Prince Randall."

Even the loud sound of the fountain waters, like the soliloquy, solo actor's monologue, continued toward Randall.

"A country where people grow up to eat and be satisfied in a land that lacks nothing. A country that doesn't even have to count how long it's been forgotten about earthquakes and droughts. A nation rooted in something other than Serenti, yet miraculous in Serenti. how the story of the blessed people who lead such a country will continue and how it will end."

"That's absurd."

Still not interested.

Randall turns away, answering as if he didn't like the sound of a slightly louder voice than the fountain. There was no more reason to continue this meaningless conversation than the sound of that water.

- Jubbuck.

You hear the sound of treading on the ground made of polished marble.

Rashid smiles at the fact that all of his long, long words have gone back to nothing. I didn't even hold back or hold back my anger. I only laughed with a face that said I really liked the stage by myself.

- Jubbuck, Jubbuck.

Randall's feet continue to move.

You step one foot away from the fountain and past Rashid's side. One step away from Rashid. Rashid opens his mouth as he watches the behavior.

"Stop, Prince."

Commands.

Obvious command, which just entered the hymn.

- · · · · · · Table.

Randall stops.

Rashid steps forward, smiling unseen to Randall. Then you stand in front of Randall.

"Are you really not curious?"

"I know you answered."

"I can do what the prince wants."

"You talk about me like you know more about me than I do."

"Of course, there's something I don't know about you."

Rashid glances down at Randall, relaxed.

The blue eyes of Randel look at Rashid's green eyes.

As the deep sea swallows up the vast forest. Like trying to find out what he hid in the depths of the invisible ground covered by trees.

"What Prince Randall thinks and what he wants to accomplish. I know."

Randall raises his head.

Lasid stares deeply once more. But nothing changed.

"ascend to the throne of Tensyl."

The order remains.

The eyes of Randall emerge from Rashid's insides. Lasid's words continue with him.

"Are you really not curious about the end of the kingdom?"

"When I get up there, Cairys talks like he's going to walk the horse."

"I can assure you of anything in the world. I can see it in my eyes."

"Just as you know everything, everything is made in your hands, anyone, anything you want. It looks like you're going to be."

"Ah · · · · · · · Oh. I thought I knew the prince, but I didn't. Rather, since the Prince knows me so well, it should be an honor, too."

"Whatever you want. It's none of my business."

"Yes. I'll take my chances. So Prince."

"Only. One thing I'd like to get involved with is learning more words from your mother and coming back."

"Learn to speak. What does that mean?"

Randall stares straight at Rashid. Then he raised his finger to point to the fountain.

"That water is no different from you. I struggled to climb, but I ended up tumbling to the ground. No matter how different you think of yourself, it is just a drop of water that accidentally springs up a little higher. It is no different from a child who forgot the fact and acted like it would even touch the sky."

Rashid looks a little surprised.

Then you look at Randall with a long smile.

"· · · · · · · Prince. Have you forgotten how dry and dry the footing is?"

"How dry and barren this palace is in your memory. You seem to have forgotten."

The small footsteps echo again.

Randall turns around and stands face Rashid. He pointed to Rashid with his hand, which had just shown the fountain, and to the floor.

"If you don't want to learn to talk to your mother again, let me repeat the same until I say the right thing. Then you will awaken your place."

The voice continues without any emotion.

"It's not hard for me. Seems different to you."

The green eyes that were moving along the dark blue eyes narrowed.

I made a habitual smile.

"Oh, my God. My mother told that story to the prince."

"Rashid Arielli."

"· · · · · · · Yes. Prince."

"Yes, they use that last name."

"My mother loves that castle very much."

"If you care so much, why don't you try the crown yourself?"

"Is that supposed to be fun? What I need is not just a crown in a small country that has to stop the fountain because of the rain and the snow. That's not it. I want you to wear that crown and hold a humble jewel in your hand and sit on a small throne."

Marionette.

Rashid whispers and smiles.

Randall nods quietly and asks a question.

"Did you think the role was right for me?"

"That's right, Prince."

Tensyl's crown.

Khalian suggested the same thing.

The Crown of Cairis cannot be given to me and I do not want to send it to the tower. It is too humble to take down a small area where roses will grow well and give it to me instead. I told him to go up there.

Two people pass the same spot, one smells vibrating and the other smells nothing. It's funny.

Randall closes his eyes for a moment and opens his eyes.

Sitting there thinking, "I can still see Plants head down."

"It is my deep heart to urge you to be considerate. So please don't be so grumpy when you see Prince Charming and tell him. Then one day, my Seoul overflowed."

Rashid's fingers point toward Randall.

You reach for Randall's heart, which you may have heard in it.

"How dare I hold the prince in my arms. I'm scared."

"I haven't been comfortable since spring came back. I'm glad to hear that."

A small smile appears at the mouth of Randall.

"If you learn to speak again, then I'll think about it. About the crown."

Randall turns away in a quiet, quiet voice.

And again, jubbuck, jubbuck.

You set foot in front of Chermill Palace.

Lasid's smile does not fade from his face as he looks behind Randall. To get Randall onto the wagon, to have his acolyte close the wagon door and leave the wagon, to have the wagon disappear into the corridor of Chermill Palace at a slow rate.

After that, you turn your head to look at the fountain.

'That water is no different from you.'

You continue to hear Randall's words just now, stopping like a pinch in place for the moon to rise at night and the stars to shine.

- Jubbuck.

Someone approached Rashid like that.

"Baron Brissen is right."

Two knights, Knights of the Balkans guarding the palace.

Rashid realized that he had come to expose the baron standing in the garden without leaving the palace for the night.

"I didn't realize time had flown so far to admire the beauty of this place. Goodbye."

"Yes, thank you."

Knights greet you with a simple greeting. However, he did not leave. It was to protect Rashid until he left.

Rashid nods.

There's no reason to stay here anymore, but there was no good reason to buy a misunderstanding. By the way.

"Leave it. I have a word with the baron."

The knights, of course, hear a voice that Rashid never thought of. Those who turn their heads and identify the owner of the voice quickly show an example.

Black hair, red eyes.

A prince dressed in a black jacket with a slightly different color from what he had seen in the daytime, with an unrivalled red embroidery.

Kalian stands there.

"Yes, Prince. Then talk to me."

The knights who finished greeting like this leave their post.

Kalyan turns his head toward Rashid, leaving them stranded in the light response. He said he didn't want to face me again, but he found himself sooner than he thought.

"I'm here to see Prince Kalian."

Kalian nods.

"I have some concerns about the baron and his father. So I came to you in person, and I hope I didn't interrupt the Baron's time."

"Interference. No way."

"Yes. I'm glad that's the case."

"Yes, Prince. Tell me, I'll listen to anything."

Rashid smiles softly.

Same time.

Not to mention the fact that another 'Khalian' in a black jacket full of white embroidery is sitting in front of Grey with a sunny smile.

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