How to Live as the Enemy Prince

I already know what happened.

I gave White Repair a makeover magical item, and I lost Kalian in front of my eyes. Most of all, the prince of Tensyl is a fake who lives by the same things.

"Yes, I didn't expect to see you like this again. Prince Kalian."

So it shouldn't be strange that the steward of the mansion who was escorted back from the palace announced his visit to Calian, or that he actually encountered Calian when he went straight to the reception room.

"The baron was certain he would wait to see me again, and so was I. I'm a little disappointed that you didn't know."

Whether it's Callian smiling with words like this.

Calian who said he'd walk a path for a while.

One of them must mean it's fake.

"Oops. I must have misunderstood. I was surprised to meet you in an unexpected place, not to say anything empty to Prince."

"What a surprise. Cairys is so cramped that the baron and I must be surprised where we meet."

"· · · · · · · Yes. You're right."

Whether the person in front is a fake or the person who just talked to you is a fake. It wasn't really a big deal. Now that you're both in front of Calian, both of you can deal with Calian.

"I'm just worried that I'm not interfering with your conversation with my father."

Problem is.

Who was the one pretending to be Calian with magic supplies? Why you did what you did. I wonder if it's true that Kalian knows this. Besides, Callian here was talking to Grey.

It was hard to solve these questions right away.

"No, I'm done talking."

Seeing Rashid filled his head with doubts, Kalian smiles again. It looks exactly like the Kalian I just met in the palace.

"As you can see, I was on my way back. Don't worry."

"Yes, Prince."

"I wish I had more time. I've been a little busy with work during the day."

"What are you doing here so late?"

The words silence Calian for a moment.

A mystery that was bigger than whispering, but not heard from Grey, reached Racid's ear.

"Due to a gap in the fence. I'm boiling a little."

It was somewhat different from what another Kalian I met a while ago.

'I was trying to fix the fence, but I feel a little stuffy.'

Apparently, he's already figured out what's inside Plants.

"Anyway. I'll keep my word when I see you again, Baron."

Soon, Kalian stretches out his hands to Rashid.

It appeared to be just a simple handshake, but not to Rashid. It was the back of his hand that looked fine, but there was a long laceration on the palm of his hand.

The condition is no longer bleeding and has already begun to heal. If you think about the power of blessing, you probably got hurt around noon today. I saw that.

Rashid shakes his hand and opens his mouth.

"You hurt your hand in the meantime."

"Oh · · · · · · · · This."

Bandages are long gone. The prince can't just walk out of the palace with bandages around his hands.

Calian smiles as if it was nothing.

"Brothers tend to bump into each other with things like that. Don't worry about it."

Instead of saying it's all because of you, Calian silences as if he has no intention of continuing the conversation. And a quiet step swoops in front of Rashid.

A fabulous scent of fruit fades around for a moment. And Calian's relaxed shadow.

* * *

Everything is the same.

If you can remember a person's appearance thoroughly in your head, or if you can imagine it, you can change how much they look like. What is difficult is not appearance, but something else.

Speech, manners, personality, facial expressions, hand gestures. It is not easy to replicate each one exactly the same. White Repair also worked hard for a long time to learn the swordsman's speech and personality.

Rashid clears his mind of the white repairs on Siegfried's territory and returns to his original concerns. I thought of someone who could replicate every aspect of Calian the same way.

Calian's servants, knights, fiancées, teachers.

And the brother of Kalian.

Randall didn't even think about it. I can't be great enough to look like someone on the outside. The other four had no reason to take the form of Khalian and come looking for Rashid himself or Grey.

Then there's only one left.

Prince Charming, Plants.

But...

'Did you come to the right place?'

"Yes, Baron. There was no mention of a visitor, but Prince Kalian suddenly came out of the Earl's bedroom and went to the reception room. Like... '

'Through the window like a petty thief.'

'Ah · · · · · · · Yes. Otherwise, there are so many servants in the palace that no one has seen the prince.'

'You must have snuck in and revealed yourself.'

'I think Prince Kalian was warned about being held here. to not only tell you that you can take your life at any time, so don't act rashly, but to tell everyone in this house.'

I understand. '

It was most likely Khalian himself who came to the Marquis of Mystery. Then, the one who came to find himself in the palace is a fake.

No, I don't.

I forgot about Alan Manasil.

If Alan Manasil is close enough to help with this, anyone can visit the Marquis's bedroom, even if it's not Calian. If you think about it, the person who came here is a fake.

And Plants is the only one capable of impersonating Kalian.

'Due to a cracked fence. I'm boiling a little.'

I remembered the scar on Calian's hand.

You didn't have to see it for yourself. He forgot who was around and pulled out his knife. It was Plants who caused the crack in my brother's hand. He came back to Brissen in less than half a day.

Or, I came looking for Rashid, who turned my insides upside down. I spoke with a straight face. You let me live and reached out your hand to grab Brysen together.

"· · · · · · · Well."

Can he do that?

Why, for whatever reason.

For what?

"What brings you to the reception room? I thought we were supposed to stay out of each other's eyes."

You hear an unpleasant voice as you stand at the entrance of the reception room and think for a moment. It was Grey Brissen, who had been watching Rashid all along.

Rashid glances at Grey, folding back a few questions he cannot answer immediately. A sound that is neither thin nor low is good enough to hear towards Grey.

"I came to a place I shouldn't have come and seen someone I shouldn't have met. I wanted to keep it a secret that I met Prince Kalian, but I couldn't plant it properly. You're welcome to speak frankly, Count. I understand."

Gray frowns as he can't imagine who he just came across from in the palace.

Or not.

Cover, cover.

Walking slowly, Rashid looks down at the table, sitting on the couch where Kalian was just sitting.

Half the tea in the teacup, left by Kalian, has a faint scent. I can feel the scent of Kalian hovering a little while ago because I'm about to smell it.

Limes, oranges, or citrus.

The scent of flowers is not mixed at all. Such a scent that would not have been felt if it were not dark or if it had been outside.

'More shade. It was worth it.'

I'm sure you did.

After recalling Plants' words, which were flowing with the scent of flowers, Rashid turns his head back, swallowing a feeling he couldn't get out of his mouth.

The fluffy cushions stand on the back of the head, and the elaborate ornaments on the high ceilings and the colorful chandeliers that illuminate the beautiful light caught my eye. But Rashid closed his eyes quietly, not feeling comfortable or impressed by them.

- Bloop.

You hear Rashid push the chair out of your ear.

The sound of Grey getting up on the couch as if she had forgotten who was next to her son.

Lasid, who can't even see, opens his mouth with cynicism.

"Are you running away again?"

"· · · · · · When are you going to fix something that is not up and down in a horse?"

"If anyone's listening, I'm sure he's very knowledgeable up and down."

"Rashid Brissen."

"By the way, there was a spring in the face of the erl."

With these words, Rashid shrugs his mouth and looks up at Grey. I looked at my son with frowned eyes and opened my mouth for a long time.

"Don't look so wide. If the erl drives me away, I will help you, so Prince Kalian doesn't think you're gone."

A long silence came.

I've already figured out why Callian's here. I know that there is no point in positive words or denying them. That's why I pulled back the chair that Grey had pushed, which she didn't say anything else about.

"· · · · · · Bricen's succession is yours."

I even use that voice once.

Laughter erupts from Rashid's mouth.

"Are you worried that you will soon be descended from the scourge you've finally acquired with such energy? Do you really think I'd be afraid of losing my succession to that kid I picked up in Siegfried?"

"Rashid."

"Don't worry about being taken. Enjoy. I don't care where the Marquis sits."

"If that's not it, then why are you doing this?"

"It's because it's fun."

"What do you mean?"

"The moment the sky fell. I thought it would be very interesting."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Rashid smiles instead of answering.

Then he reaches out and picks up the cup of tea that Callian left behind. I took it to the tip of my nose and slowly inhaled the rest of the iced tea.

After that, I reached my arm out to the side. I turned the cup upside down toward the unprotected floor. Like that tea was some kind of message that Callian left to Grey.

- Bloop!

A brown tea pours down from the upside down glass.

"I made it clear. I'm not touching the neck of the Marquis for a while. I hate to break my promise, so I'll try to keep my word, but I don't think I'll soon forget my promise if the Marquis pulls out his sword because he's not as smart as the Marquis himself."

Chip, chip, chip.

Lasid stood up to watch the remaining drops of tea slowly fall, watching my son's behavior with a frowny face, alternating and looking at him once.

"Be smart. Marquis."

Rashid drops the empty cup of tea in front of Grey and leaves the reception room.

The scent of spilled tea soaks Grey's toes.

Dry, blood-like tea soaks Grey's toes.

* * *

The knights guarding the entrance to Chermill's palace stiffen their shoulders.

Callian frowned at the end of his eyes, seeing his hands loosen very slowly so that he could draw his sword at any time.

Soon, the last word of soliloquy leaked out.

"My brother has already passed through here."

I walked here and there to see as many of them as I could until Kalian returned. I spoke to the nobles who had left the palace and received many acolytes greeting me. I was just on my way to Chermill Palace to see if I could get enough.

I think I'm going to have a cramp on my face if I laugh more, but I should just say I was just hitting it. Anyway.

"Prince Kalian has already eaten inside."

"Ha · · · · · · · · · · ·."

A long sigh came out of Calian's mouth when he heard the cautious knights. I had a long day of getting drowned in the bathtub, but I couldn't help but get annoyed when the guys guarding my house stood in front of me.

"· · · · · · Who are you?"

I know it's natural that Kalian hasn't come back since we sent him in a while ago, but the same Kalian is about to enter again. You wouldn't have understood what was going on, and you wouldn't have been able to fake out what was already fake, what was in front of you.

Once more, the long sigh of 'Khalian' raises his hand.

I slowly rolled up my sleeve and pulled my wrist out, not to be mistaken for the memory. After that, I untied the thin bracelet that was on the thin wrist.

- Sharp.

The knights who watched the black hair gradually fade away in front of their eyes, the red eyes turn to the exact opposite color, and the height grew a little, and the enormous eyes turned sharply.

Khalian, who immediately loosened his throat. Plants has unbuttoned his shirt. And I took off my black jacket, which was really tight to fit me. If I had known this, I would have taken off my jacket.

Once he breathed, Plants released something to the knights.

The knights who confirmed the black jacket and bracelet in his hand, which must have belonged to Khalian, laid roughly on Plants' arms, gave a vague look.

"Vice Admiral, no. Your Majesty, why do you have it? I was surprised."

"Suddenly,"

"Then why don't you tell me? I thought you were gonna pull out a dagger. I almost stood in the square, Your Highness."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"· · · · · · · Yes. I do, though."

"Can I come in now?"

"Oh, yep. Absolutely."

Plants nods one step forward. However, another knight, who was standing next to the knight I told you to pass by, carefully stepped forward to Plants. Then he opens his mouth with a face with a pompous spleen.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Let me ask you one question."

"What is it?"

With Plants' permission, the knight who was silently bowing his head for a long time looked at Plants. And he made a squeezing voice.

"What do you call me? That's all you have to say. I'm so sorry."

"· · · · · · · · It's me."

Chimi opens her mouth with an irritated plant.

"Twitchy brown hair. Whistling brown hair."

"Oh, yes. That's right. Thank you."

The brown-haired knight, who bowed his head and swallowed his husband's yawn, smiled. And now, I leaned back as if I could really pass by and stepped aside.

- Jubbuck.

Plants takes a step forward, pausing for a moment. Then I turned back and looked at the two knights once.

"You."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Rest tomorrow. You."

"Yep, degraded."

"Come to me tomorrow."

Then, finally, I told him to rest the doubter and come to the one who trusted him well.

"Shields and swords."

"Yep, Deputy Commander."

The knight who was going to run for half a day in return for trusting Plants answered. It was hard to complain because Plants knew how to run with him anyway. After Plants left, I would say a few words to the guy who just stepped up and took a vacation, but it was wrong.

Plants nods once.

Then he set foot back towards Chermill Palace.

I want to rest. I'm really tired today. You need to get in there right now, soak yourself in water, and come out and hold your cat in your arms. You have to.

- Jubbuck, Jubbuck.

After that thought, Plants continued to walk with a blank expression that no one would recognize. Across the corridor and around the lake to Chermill Palace. To the second floor, to the third floor, and finally to the fourth floor, receiving greetings from the servants going back and forth.

"Your Majesty!"

You hear Ljurik's voice rushing down the stairs, just now that Plants has arrived. Plants nods moderately and walks in front of my room, his spirit gone.

"Your Grace."

"I'm going to rest."

"Decrease, not that · · · · · · · ·."

"First thing tomorrow."

I'm going in first. I know how to prepare a bath, so I'm going to wash myself and rest on my own. So say something tomorrow.

After miraculously shortening these long words, Plants opens a visit. Then you step inside and close the door behind you, leaving him outside.

- Cheers.

The light was on.

Tea smells like vanilla and orange.

Plants, frowned eyes again, raises his head. I came into my room and turned my eyes to the man who was sitting there.

"· · · · · · · You."

It must be Kalian.

It's obvious he's sitting on the beige couch in Plants, wearing something similar to the one in his hand. Keeping Anne on her knees, keep her hands on Lucy's back waving her tail. There would have been a Calian sitting so relaxed, a sheep in my room.

He thought so, and his mouth was shut.

"You're late."

Because I didn't think the owner of the room who just came in, who put down the tea cup with no face, would have another brother with the miserable blonde and dark blue eyes who wouldn't even look.

When you close the door, why was he so urgent? Why didn't he come to the entrance to Chermill Palace? Plants has finally moved on without a word of realization. Then you lay down on the couch across the way and say goodbye to the two sleeping cats and open your mouth to Randall.

"What the hell?"

What disrespect is this?

I was going to say that.

I was too tired and tired to talk to my brother today. Otherwise, I just turned around and tried to get out again. I'd rather spend the night in a coffin in Wilhelm.

- Cheers!

But I couldn't do it.

"Ah, there he is."

Because the door on the fourth floor opened again.

"Did you already fight Brother Randall?"

Because the man who broke the silence immediately, alone, his voice, poured the silence of the fourth floor far away.

"May I be of assistance?"

Plants turns his head toward Khalian, wearing a gorgeous black jacket full of white embroidery. For a long time, I looked at my brother, who was almost an enemy, who would have brought a five-story resident into this room.

I smiled.