How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Very fragrant, a little sweet, and moderate.

Bergamot aromatic tea leaves, and grapefruit with sweet and bitter taste. The flavor of the cake was the combination of the two. It smelled so good, but it was sweet and used moderately.

The mixing is in some way the same with Randall, and in some ways it doesn't fit well, and Kalyan thought so. Randall was such a complicated man.

The room, which was only a book, was quiet because it was placed outside the furniture. It was a place where the eyes containing the deep sea fit too well, but it also didn't seem to fit too well.

The outside is as gorgeous as a rose garden and perfect as if nothing was in this room. There are many things involved, but on the other hand there are empty people.

Cake and this room are like Randall's.

That's what Callian thought.

Through the dark red curtain, the hair of gold was illuminated by Sumin's sunlight.

"This is your first time."

Randall, who swallowed a slightly bitter tea with his mouth that tasted sweet and bitter cake at once, said:

It was the first time I asked Randall for some time, and I had never been to Randall's room before, and I had never seen this brother sitting across from me and drinking tea.

Moreover, Randall and Plants thought and spoke in a completely different way. For this reason, Caliando Randall, who creates a shape that I think is almost like reading and talking to Plants, had no clue what he was talking about for the first time.

"What are you talking about?"

So Callian just asked.

Instead of the blue eyes, I was staring at the brown and red tea water.

"Don't be wary of me."

Randall misses Kalian's message with this answer.

It was Randall who had never seen Khalian at the same height as himself. It was even Randall who hadn't seen Khalian until a year ago. That's what Randall says. He was wary of himself.

Because of whom.

Calian stares at Randel, clapping his mouth for a moment. Then he replied with a straight eye that could not be found to be a lie.

"Never for a moment have I not been wary of Brother Randall. still."

Old Kalian and now Kalian.

Maybe Randall wasn't always the target of vigilance.

"Yes."

When Randall heard his brother's honest answer, he didn't change his face or move his head. And I didn't look away anymore.

"Talk to me."

Randall, who was confronted by Calian, asked me to tell you why I came. Calian, with a puzzled mouth, took another bite of Randall's tough-guy cake that must be more complicated than he is.

It reminds me of the first time I had coffee. If you want to smell good, you'll just have to smell good and use it to use.

Callian asked the first brother, who he thought was inevitable and unlikely to get near.

"Cairys or Tensyl."

I didn't say it back. It was better for Randall. And he adds, making eye contact with Randall's coming towards him.

"The seat you want. On which side is the throne?"

Randall puts down his cup of tea and doesn't answer for a while.

It would take that long to get the idea used to hiding it and putting it down deep. Because of this, Kalian didn't work.

Randall asked something else, even if he could ask why.

"I wonder what it's like in your eyes. Which one do I look like I want?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure it's the right time for you to want a job."

I don't know if I want the throne, but if I want it, it belongs to Cairis. I couldn't tell if it was Tensyl's or not.

Randall nods slightly when he hears Khalian's words.

It did not answer the question. Because of this, Kalyan waits for Randall to reveal something else.

"I didn't think it mattered either way. I was just wondering if a bigger piece would be better."

Calian turns his head for a moment and looks around Randell's vacant room.

Randall is a man who has no intention of having anything. There is only one reason such a man wants a throne.

"You mean we need a position as a means, not as a purpose."

Like me.

Like you need a throne to do what you want.

"Yes."

"What are they for?"

At the end of the sentence, Calian raises a silent voice. And I opened my mouth to ask again what I had not heard the last time.

"Brissen and the sword to you. Or is there another reason? I think you should know this time. because it has nothing to do with the cause of the oath."

This time, Randall can't escape first, so he asked me not to go back until I heard the answer.

The eyes of Randell settle deeply.

And Kalian doesn't try to dig deeper into Randell's Maw. I kept my mouth shut as if to show myself out.

"Why do you ask?"

Randall just asked why.

Why do you want to know so much about yourself? Why do you want to know what you want? It's not enough to be out of your hands already, so why do you want to shake the other way around?

Calian replied without even trying to erase his sharp gaze.

"I think I need to make a decision. Maybe I should confront Randall. Should I show you my back? Should I give you a sword facing Randall or put Randall behind my back and block his front?"

Now I had to decide.

It was because I found something I hadn't thought of.

"Answer, please. Brother Randall."

* * *

That morning, before I met Randall.

After spending half the night with Callian.

As the empty order returned to some extent, fatigue disappeared along with it. The strength and strength that had gone down to what the boy at that age who exercised a little too much was restored so that he could use the Sword of the Sword again.

In fact, it was reinforced rather than restored, but somehow I regained my normal condition. I realized that my physical condition had changed dramatically before and after containing the error, so I made a commitment to never consume the error to the limit again.

After confirming that she had returned to her familiar body, she immediately went to see Alan. Alan said he would let you know if he could confirm what was found in the palace of Heicia, but he couldn't sit back and wait.

"Master!"

Callian, who was about to enter the Wilhelm coffin, encounters Alan, who was just coming out. Alan picks out a few bruised words that would welcome Callian, who would normally call out to him.

"What have you come to rest and come to?"

"I was wondering."

"All you need to know is that your stubbornness is tougher than my mouth."

Callian smiles at Alan.

Now Allen sighs for a short while, knowing that that face was purposefully built to free his mind.

"Come with me. We're on our way."

So the priest left Bilhelm side by side and headed for the Palace of Heicia. Alon follows a short explanation on the way.

"I've already told the king. He also made sure that he knew that the palace was underground."

It's natural.

Le Maine should know, of course, that this happened in the Queen's residence and not elsewhere. Callian nods and asks.

"What did you say?"

"You didn't know that there was a basement in the Palace of Heicia. You said you would decide what you want to do once you have seen the results."

"So you're saying something came out of a place you didn't know."

"Yes. And when I met Sir Seyren a few days ago, I heard a funny story."

I looked around and suddenly there was a thin film surrounded.

After checking it out, Kalian looks a little nervous. Uriah and Allen, the head of the Wizard's Association, have met, and it would be important enough to express the silent nature of the story.

"The stone you possessed, perhaps an artificial relic."

Calian's eyes are silent, terrified to hear it.

"If it is an artificial entity, it is a created entity."

"There's no way to determine if it's possible and if the stone is correct, but Ser Ser Ser Serren has found something similar. I stopped him from trying to find out more."

Calian opens his eyes for a moment without slowing down. Khalian does not open his mouth until he is completely out of the district of the Wilhelm Cove and reaches the Palace of Heicia. And Alan didn't get in the way of that.

"· · · · · · · Humans make new things. Isn't that already beyond the scope of resignation? I'm tired of having God's blessing as a contradiction between the fact that man made it."

Allen nods at Khalian's ambiguous words, whether it's a question or not, and tells Khalian what Uriah has learned. In fact, there was not much to tell. Everyone guessed, but nothing was confirmed.

After a few moments of silence, Callian hears Allan's words with a quiet eye.

"What else did you find out?"

"There was nothing about the stone. What's new? Let's get there and check it out. I think we need to look a little bit more at whether they're related."

There was a deep distress in Alan's voice when he said that. Calian, who became interested in what was discovered, sped up his walk.

The entrance to the Heicia Palace is blocked by six wizards. After the founding ceremony, Needleen, the Wizard, approached Kalian and showed him an example of the serious wizards who faced him for the first time.

After the accident at the bar, why did we break the shop? After Arsenal, a reflexive door titled], Kalian looks up lightly and receives an example of a powerful wizard.

"Come this way, Prince."

Needlen guides you to the place where the Wizard surrounds you.

There was a staircase going down somewhere. It was a staircase leading somewhere underground that was revealed by the disappearance of the Heicia Palace. Inside, a faint light was leaking out.

"I'll go ahead. Follow me."

Alan says that he surrounds the shield with a red glow around him. I'm just trying to protect her from the danger.

Instead of saying it was overprotective, Calian calmly followed Alan's lead.

Alan had already been down the stairs several times, familiarizing himself with a somewhat dark staircase that was lit only by a pale light. Callian also had a clear line of sight of the object in the dark, so he went down behind Alan without any difficulty.

- Contusion.

It was a round staircase, so it was hard to fathom how far down it was. Alan and Calian just go down without saying anything else.

When I came down to the depth, I could see a stone gate. After seeing it, Kalian opens his mouth, disappearing.

"· · · · · · · Cispanian."

On the stone gate was a painting of a black dragon.

If I put a few symbols and omens on top of it, it would soon be a Cairis crest, but on the wall there was only a picture of a black body, a long tail with wings, and a dragon with red eyes.

"That's right. The entrance to this place must have been blocked by the Haycia Palace. There must have been a secret passageway, but it's hard to confirm right now."

Callian smiles excitedly at Allen's slightly resonant response, riding on a stone wall.

It was because the beautiful disciple blew up the palace. There was a thorn in the horse that said, "Is there any way to determine where the passageway was connected?"

Kalian looks at the stone gate again.

"It's definitely 500 years old, and there's no stone steps, no stone walls, no Sispanic symbols."

"It is because of the power of the Sispanians. But it's not a treasure warehouse, so don't expect a thousand dollars."

He took his hand to the stone gate and said, You notice that Kalian is nervous.

A treasure chest.

If she had collected such treasures, they would be somewhere in the rock mountains behind Siegfried Manor, not in the basement of this palace.

There's no safer place on the continent than Siegfried's shield.

"I'm disappointed."

But this is how Khalian deals with Allen's jokes. It was to let them know that I wasn't nervous. Alan nods once and opens the door.

- Grunt.

The heavy stone gate disappears into the stone wall with a very small sound. It just opened like it didn't even have a lock.

A door that doesn't even have a lock.

Alan said it wasn't a treasure chest.

A bright light leaked out with him.

I closed my eyes for a moment and became familiar with the enlightened son-in-law, and I saw a spacious dome-shaped space.

There was a precision piece on the stone wall. He seems to have drawn something, but Callian doesn't pay attention to it. No, I had to say I couldn't pay attention.

It was an object that was illuminating this place in the middle of a rounded space.

"I brought it myself so that the prince might recognize it."

Callian takes a step forward, listening to Allan's voice as he speaks.

A large circular ring.

A golden ring engraved with unknown characters.

A silent voice barely comes out of Calian's mouth.

"Learn · · · · · · · · ·."

There's no way you won't recognize it.

"There's no way you wouldn't recognize it."

The golden ring overlaps. I still remember. I can't forget. So I couldn't help but recognize it.

There was a large hourglass in the golden round rings that overlapped several layers and rotated differently. I spent a year following it, so how can I forget it?

Calian's fingertips are cold, with the remnants of what should have disappeared before his eyes.

"· · · · · · · · Axis of Time."

It was part of the axis of time.