How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Le Maine's head returns to Kaera's knights, standing outside the door. To instruct you to follow Kalian. Alan shakes his head.

"Leave it alone. The prince will be in trouble."

"Hard is better than dangerous."

Lemaine frowns and looks at this dead moon with a strange smile on Alan's mouth.

"Rest assured, no one will dare attack Alan Manasil's wagon in this Cairys."

The safe bet is that Alan Manasil's wagon is the best place to reach this Arfia palace.

He simply said that he would not be able to tell her that the carriage was safe.

"Besides, I'm following the hidden sword, so there's nothing dangerous about it."

Le Maine's eyebrows move. He said he had an escort.

However, if you ask him about it in more detail, Remain pretended not to listen to it because he had to be disciplined for breaking the law.

"Yes. Let's wait and see."

After making a short cut, Remain's arm points to the opposite couch. I've realized that I've kept Alan by the door. Alan, who was about to sit down if he didn't want to, sat in front of him.

Remain stares at Allen for a moment, sighing deeply.

"I'm afraid he's already done something big once."

How he's been so careless all these years.

Whenever Alan picks up one of the almond cookies, he suddenly swallows it with this thought. Remain stares at Alan's mouth for a moment.

"Do you know why you left?"

Alan nods appropriately. I thought I would know.

"You went out with Falanfalan while asking about the magical institute in Libern."

"Magic academy? Has he made up his mind to make it to the academy?"

"Maybe it's a decision, maybe it's not."

Alan thinks of something for a moment, giving a vague answer. Then he asked a question that did not conceal the thorns.

"Even if the School of Magic were to be established, it would not help you. Talent is not created in a short period of time. Would that be of concern to you?"

Remain shakes his head and replies with a bold face.

"It sounds like you want to keep Calian's power from growing. I already know he's not a greedy kid for my position, so I won't be able to resist Calian for that reason. Even if it's not me, I'm just worried that there will be too many people to stop the day. Don't look at him. He's lucky to be next to Calian."

It's not Remain who doesn't know why Alan's on his side. I've been nailing him since the day he first came. I'm just cleaning up the house so that Calian can ascend to the throne.

"So, anyway, Perhaps you should accompany me to Roselita this time?"

He said that Silica was being quiet, but he was worried that something might happen to him on the long way to Siegfried's territory. Of course, Alan did not fail to understand the mind of Remain.

As a result, Alan smiled softly and reassured Remain.

"The king's neck is more secure than the prince who's out there, so let's put aside your worries."

Remain silently wrapped around his forehead.

And I thought I'd let Callian come quickly and get rid of it.

* * *

Melpire suddenly wakes up and asks, thinking about what Kalian is waiting for.

"Has the prince come alone?"

"Yes, sir. Only two acolytes."

Alone, in Alan Manasil's wagon.

This is definitely a secret visit.

Melpire opens his mouth again with a nervous face.

"Have any of your servants seen the prince?"

"If not, he asked me to pass it on to him first, and he came to see me without seeing me."

"Yes, well done."

Melpire says that, and then he runs. The exhausted Chamberlain stood in his place and breathed, running back to where Melpire had gone.

Melpher rushes into the mansion to wash his hands, dust off his clothes, and head to the reception room. I thought about it, but I couldn't keep the prince waiting long.

I see Jan and Kiri standing outside the reception room.

Melpiro left his butler outside and entered the reception room alone. Then Kalian sits with his spear back and holds up his cup of tea.

Melpire's gaze meets Kalian's waist and bows.

"Meet Baron Melpire Pollun, Prince Three."

"It's been a while."

Callian smiles as he puts down his cup of tea.

Melpher lowers his waist a little more, facing Kalian's right voice, as it was all about the first meeting, just whispering and passing by. Chan notices the reason for the overly polite greeting, and smiles silently.

He was a Polish merchant guild who had just started a diamond deal with Tensyl. So I was worried about what to ask for at the cost of my life.

"Sorry to barge in unannounced. It's hard to reveal."

In fact, it didn't matter if Callian came to Melpir openly or to the palace. Who would stand in the way of the prince meeting the baron?

"I know you have been kind to me, but how can you apologize? I'm just indefinitely honored to be found."

It was not for Calian, but for Melpire that Melpir was found in such a conspicuous way. Only the Wizard's Association has allied itself with no nobles. If it was known that he and Melpire were to be separated, the attention would be focused.

Calian nods, pointing to the chair across from the table.

"Sit down. I need to talk to you for a minute."

Melpire, a little more nervous, walks to Juju Island, sits down in a quiet posture, and his mouth opens.

"I think you've had a lot on your mind."

Raven's Necklace was about to be worthwhile, but Calian sent me the price of the necklace, as if he had completely discovered it. Since then, I didn't know if I was angry or if I wanted to ask for something bigger.

In Calian's words, Melpher replied without particularly denying it.

"Yes, Prince. I was worried because I had never received it because I was a natural merchant."

"I like your honest answer."

After a cup of tea, Kalian smiles and looks at Melpir for a moment. By the time Melpire faced that gaze and swallowed the dry saliva, Calian opened his mouth.

"What does Pollun trade?"

Melpire's shoulders stiffen for a moment.

As soon as he answers, "Horse and Diamond," the little prince will get up and go back to the palace. Because of that personality, I almost had to pay for the tea I drink now. That way we won't get involved again in the future.

Melpire's head starts to swirl.

Calian relaxes again with the scent of tea. As he passed another sip of the car, Melpire replied with a cautious voice.

"There are no trades yet, Prince."

The smile on Callian's face is young.

The Pollun Merchant Guild deals diamonds with horses, but Melpire Pollun has not yet joined hands with anyone.

The answer that Kalian expected, and what he expected.

"Not yet."

Sweet.

Callian looks at Melpire, who puts down his cup of tea.

"May I speak with Baron Pollun?"

I want to deal with the talented Baron Melpher Pollun, not Melpher Pollun, the merchant who is well acquainted.

Kalian came to Melpire Pollun not to acquire goods. Bern, the knight, didn't know anything about the Merchant Guild. I had no intention of making money by foreseeing things that were going to happen in the future. So I didn't have to talk to Melpire, the merchant lord.

Melpire swallows dry water once more.

"Hurrah · · · · · · · ·."

Melpire breathed out a habit without even knowing it, and looked at Kalian without an answer. Kalian tilts his head slightly and drinks his tea again.

Sweet.

The cup echoes once more, and Melpire's mouth opens.

"I've been here since the beginning, my prince."

"Good thing we don't have to wait."

Calian's eyes glow with satisfactory light.

Calian says slowly, thinking it was a good idea to keep her alive.

Melpire sits down, followed by Calian's words. However, it was a question that was a bit detailed, not specific.

"Baron has been wondering if he can run anything other than the Merchant Guild."

Since Alan is a Calianite, I will speak secretly from what I want him to do, but Melpher hasn't done it yet, so I want to make a decision first.

Melpire ponders for a moment and replies.

"If you have people, if you have money, you have no difficulties."

"We have people, we have money."

Callian pauses, then says again.

"But I'm sure Brissen's there, too."

As Allen speculated, Kalian is now thinking of setting up a magical institute. Of course, it may not be as dangerous as creating the Wizards, but I didn't even know that something bothered me with Brycen.

Melpire squeezes his lips shut and asks.

"If Brysen is here, isn't Prince McDreamy there?"

Callian smiles, a small voice.

"I asked a stupid question. That's right, I do."

"As long as you have men and money and Prince Brissen in front of you, it shouldn't be too difficult."

Kalian nods.

Since it seems that there is no need to continue the mystery of why you have come, Calian uncovers the matter without hiding it any longer.

"I'm thinking of setting up a magical institute in Cairys. There's enough money to build a school, and they're in charge of education, and there's a lot of people to spend it on, either the sorcerer or Alan. Operation is a problem."

The peaceful wizards couldn't have run the institute properly.

Thinking about it, I remembered this good merchant, and I remembered the price of life I had not received yet. It was Khalian who came to Melpire this way.

Melpire bows without a word and starts worrying. Knowing that there is much to think about, Calian waits without haste. It was simply because Baron Melpire Pollun left running the academy to take the side of the three princes, Khalian.

Melpher raises his head and opens his mouth, as if to make a decision. However, something other than an answer to Calian's offer came first.

"Is that the price of my life, Prince?"

I don't know what you're asking me to do to save your life. So whether it's something you have to do, regardless of your will, I asked for it.

A smile flashes across Callian's face.

"I've already received it, the price of my life."

Sweet.

Callian answers, placing the last car that was empty.

Melpire's gaze lingers on an empty cup of tea for a while.

Immediately, a cool laugh filled the reception room. It was a refinement for taking away the burden that had been on Melpire's mind for three months.

"I'll do it."

Melpire bows once more.

* * *

Two days ago.

In the restaurant at Chermill Palace, there were all kinds of red fruits and vegetables, including red-dried bread, pie filled with cherries.

The corridor surrounding the Chermill Palace is decorated with red thread, and around the man-made lake is a cluster of red Lapanian flowers. Flowers scattered in the wind float over the lake.

The Cairys did not distinguish between celebrating their birth and mourning their death. Just as I put red flowers in front of the dead, I gave red flowers to those who were born.

For them, red was the color that encompassed death and birth.

So that's how individualized the wind is, Callian thought. You give the same color to the living and the dead.

However, we couldn't change the tradition by not liking Kalian alone. As a result, Calian said he was thankful for the 15 Laflania flowers Merlin gave him after drinking pomegranate juice as soon as he woke up.

So today was Callian's birthday.

It is an emotional day for the three princes of Cairys, who were both weary and full of horses, to finally come of age.

"Congratulations on your fifteenth birthday."

That's why I've been hearing this all morning. It took more than two hours to receive a congratulatory greeting and birthday gift from the nobles gathered in the Seño's coffin. And at luncheon with those who were going on the Roselita journey, I proposed a toast that included a simple thank you and had dinner and tea for a long time.

I changed into a gown for dinner and headed to Siegfried Cave without any rest.

A black cape decorated in red thread reminds me of Calian's appearance. It was obvious that Merlyn chose that color on purpose. The black jacket and trousers didn't have any embellishment, but the visible cloak made no eye contact with the jacket or trousers either.

It was no wonder that the nobles' gaze stayed on Kalian again, since he was still skinny with only one blemish. And he was the main character of the day.

"Nice to meet you."

Callian greets you again.

After hearing the story that the nobles were having a hard time saying "Welcome to the meeting" at the first place, I kept saying that I didn't mean anything by it. Then it became a habit.

Calian embraces the eyes of the nobles in one piece, and always takes the same ingenious steps to his place.

- Awesome.

And, really, for a very, very short while, I stopped.

There was a plant that hadn't illuminated for three months.