How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Humid smell, sweat smell, and blood smell.

Callian, who had lived a life accustomed to that smell, couldn't help but frown.

"Entrance fee."

A man approaches Calian and spreads his fingers.

Khalian nods and gives the man two gold coins. The man gives him a numbered plaque. It was a number board to replace Calian's name. Kalian picks it up without a word and goes inside.

In the middle of the gambling den was a vast cage in which two men were fighting for a long time. One with a black headband and the other with a white headband.

Fifty gamblers were watching. Some surround the bars and scream, while others sit in chairs with small tables to watch.

A man approaches Kalian to look around the gambling den while standing in his place.

She was a silver-haired girl in a short dress. Kalian frowns slightly at the outfit that doesn't fit the younger age. It was obvious to me that it wasn't clothes I wanted to wear.

Immediately, the girl grabs Calian's arm and gestures, leading him to an empty spot.

'You can't speak.'

After Calian sits down, the girl goes somewhere for a moment, and gives her the kind of tray that was in her hand. It was painted in half in black and half in white, but it was not difficult to find its purpose.

After a brief glance at the fighters in the stadium, Kalian pulls out three gold coins from his arms and places them on the white side.

The white-haired man will win. The girl wrote down the number that was given to Calian and that she placed three florins on the white one, then returned with the money.

Kalian looks back.

A man with a white headband was beaten by a man with a black hairband.

"We need to get in there!"

"Watch your elbows, you idiot!"

I heard profanity and so on.

Kalian closes his eyes in a manner that seems like he can't see the outcome of the fight.

How long has it been?

- The coup d 'etang!

With the sound of the giant thumping, someone cheers and someone spits it out again. I opened my eyes and saw a man with a black headband lying on the floor of the stadium. It was hard to even recognize how beaten up he was.

The girl who had just taken the money from Calian came over and gave her a piece of paper and left. It was a proof that the man who bet three florins won, paying twice as much.

"Yes! The bloody Gerard has won again today! Let the third match of the day begin!"

Since I just saw the second match, the first match seemed to be over before Callian arrived.

A man with a black headband is dragged out, and a man with a white headband walks away exhausted. The next match started without delay and the girl from the war walked again.

Kalian hangs on the black side this time. Instead, he didn't pay new money, he gave a six-florin certificate he had just received. The girl writes down the information that Kalian chose and goes back.

One game lasted almost 5 to 10 minutes, and Kalian gave a certificate each time and predicted the outcome.

So the tenth match ended.

"The tenth race is over. The winner is Steel Knee Panteron!"

The host's voice rang. Soon the girl walked again and handed him a certificate for the prediction results, and the hand that gave it was shaking slightly.

Predicting the victory of the battle wasn't too difficult for Callian. Thus, three florins were suddenly inflated with an enormous amount of more than 1,500 florins.

I could feel the host looking at Kalian if I heard any news about a mysterious guest who was continuing to match the results. Then Kalian nods. It meant to move quickly to the next order. It's because I was in a hurry.

'I'm not here to gamble.'

Kyrie hasn't come out yet.

Was it the wrong idea, or was it the wrong time? Or was he already in the first game that Kalian missed?

The facilitator opened his mouth again because he had to run the next match for other guests.

"Yes, it's the last game. There's a four-fold bonus at stake! Many of you have been waiting for this very special match!"

Then people shouted and expressed their expectations, and the facilitator also began to make a bold introduction because of the atmosphere.

"Introducing the mandarin fish, Shawn!"

Muscle quality comes first.

The white-haired man rolls his feet across the floor of the stadium and roars with his arms raised. People cheered as one.

"And the man who challenges him again today, never gives up!"

Last game. I really felt like I was going to stop breathing because I didn't want to come out this time. The speaker's words overlap with the voice in an old memory one day.

"You've already lost ten times so far! Even though I have never won this fight, will I still be today?"

- I was stuck where I made money selling fights.

A challenger enters the stadium.

You're wearing a black headband.

I can see clear, discolored hair on the headband. Calian's body twitches.

"Don't lose. I'm here because I'm stronger than I was yesterday!"

- Then she left Cairis after she died.

The challenger raises his head and looks around. His eyes are on the place where Kalian is, so he can see clearly.

"Introducing!"

The eaux-de-vie, the blue and the black.

"Monster Eyes!"

Kirrier.

"Kirrie!"

Found it.

* * *

The girl looks at Calian. It's because Kalian's money was too big.

What Kalian gave me was a certificate I just received. It was handed to me by over 1,500 Florins. The predicted winner, of course, was Kiri.

Someone standing next to you intervenes.

"Hey, that's a lot of money. Don't blow it. That son of a bitch never beat me. Just cheer for the game, and the money goes to the white."

"No! Today is the day to win! I could have won if I had just one quick second yesterday."

It seemed like there were quite a few people who bet on black even though they had never won before. The girl with the tray leaves without hesitation and writes on the paper.

The fight had just begun, and people killed the sound and went to the stadium.

Kyrie was also a tall girl who wouldn't fit into the age of 17, but she stood in front of an opponent named Shawn, and there was no child of her own. Shawn, who looks like he's about two meters tall, swings his arm. You can see the muscles inflate at a glance, as if you were looking at Raven's legs.

- Shhh!

You hear an unbelievable sound of swinging your arm and Kiri twists slightly to avoid it. Shawn's left arm slams up from underneath. Kiri takes a step back.

Shawn reaches for his leg as he quickly retrieves his swinging arm, avoiding both attacks. The speed was very fast, so we didn't have enough time to avoid it again.

Kyrie raises her arms and attacks whether she's thinking the same thing.

- Puck!

His torso twists with a loud sound, even though he's prepared to stop it. That way, Kiri takes another step back, and Shawn steps up again.

Kiri grabs Shawn's leg.

It was an act to cause momentary imbalance, but the two weights were too different. Shawn clenches his fist against the side of the Kyrie that was holding his leg.

- Ta-ah!

Kyrie sets her legs down and quickly retreats. Then the fist rushed forward fearfully. Kyrie's heel twirls around her body and smashes Shawn's jaw. You hear the sound of his jaw clanging to your side.

Shawn, who held his head for a moment and became distracted, lunges for Kiri and lunges toward the wall of the cage, holding Kiri's waist tight.

- Boom!

Kiri's body crashes against the bars, and a loud voice rings out. Shawn's fist hits Kiri in the stomach. Kyrie clenches her fist and raises Shawn's jaw, which she just kicked.

Twenty workshops followed.

You begin to bleed from Shawn's nose, which is hit by Kiri's knee. Seeing the slight tremor in his left hand, he was injured when he broke his arm.

Of course, Kiri was not fine either. Shawn takes a step closer to Kyrie's body for a moment. There seemed to be some aftermath left in my throat a while ago. Her touching eyes were puffy and her lips were chapped.

"You've fallen back without a sword."

Kalian mutters with a bloody smile.

It was a relaxed word, but it was not so deep in my heart. Seeing the Kiri fight with his bare hands, I felt like I was going to explode.

Meanwhile, Shawn dives into Kiri, cutting through the air. The right hand extends toward Kiri's face. Kiri immediately raises his arm and at the same time, Shawn's left fist strikes him on the side.

"Cough!"

Kyrie leans against the cage, choking. Seeing his shoulder sway, he seemed to have hit a critical point. Kalian can hardly bear the thought of getting up on his feet.

Shawn comes running.

Kyrie lifts her foot and kicks Shawn hard and rushes back to Shawn, staggering by his power. Shortly thereafter, you punch Shawn in the face, but he doesn't seem to have suffered much damage.

- Phew!

Shawn clenches his fist as if it were a pill and punches Kiri in the abdomen. Kiri curls up once again, whether it was near the injured side.

Shawn grins and clenches his fist. Kiri barely rises to her feet. Shawn lunges at you, and in an instant, twelve fists start pounding Kiri.

Kyrie, who stopped the first few times, has been relentlessly allowing attacks from any moment. You barely make a medium fist, but you do not do much damage to Shawn. Blood spilled from Gekko Kiri's mouth.

A shout erupts from Calian's mouth that I couldn't wait to see.

"Kyrie! You have a habit of biting your shoulders just before an attack!"

A voice pierces through a lot of noise, and Kiri's shoulders twitch.

Kyrie lowers her arm, blocking Sean's fist.

And he clenched his fist from the tip of his hand. The muscles of my arms were stretched tightly and the tendons flew out from the back of my hand to my forearm.

Kyrie clenches her fist at Shawn's stomach. I only heard one word, but my shoulders moved properly this time.

- Phew!

Shawn's feet take a step back.

It was quite shocking, and I was surrounded by the ship without even knowing it. The Kyrie counterattack works, and people's cheers shake the gambling cage.

This time, the Kyrie attack spills out. I reached out my arm, hit my chin, and kicked it back. An unstoppable attack has been launched that will give you no room to calm yourself.

And in the end,

- Kuang!

A few steps back, Sean turns his head and falls down as a godfather. The facilitator counts quickly, but Shawn is unconscious.

"Hey, what's going on?!"

The facilitator stammers, unbelievably, and immediately wakes up and shouts again. He had a very excited voice for his first victory in Kiri.

"Finally! Kiri has won!" "

The crowd is overwhelmed.

Those who put money on Kiri's victory never cease to rejoice in today's great fortune.

"The winner of today's final match! Monster Eye Kyrie!"

Kyrie sighs and turns her head.

It was toward the place where the boy's voice was heard. It didn't look concealed in the hood, but for some reason, I felt like I was making eye contact.

'Who.'

As Kyrie felt, Caliando was staring at Kyrie beyond the hood. Kalian smiles as if it's funny.

"Bloody eyes and monster eyes."

Then I took a quick look around. I'm waiting for someone.

"It's time to come."

It's different.

Someone is walking towards Calian. She wasn't the girl who had to get a bill of payment for Kiri's victory, and he was as big as Sean. He delivered the horse instead of handing over the deed.

"Someone's looking for you. Follow me."

As expected, Kalian rises from his seat without a worry. Then he followed behind the man.