Reborn as the Enemy Prince

Chapter 41. Whose son am I?(1)

Contradiction.

Something that doesn’t make sense to both of us. Conflict or absurdity.

In fact, I thought about using it blatantly.

‘What would happen if you added a seal saying you would betray Brisen to the oath not to betray Brisen?’

‘In that case, the contract itself would not be established.’

‘Or don’t die because of the oath’s seal, or ignore the existing oath’s seal and just not die at all. Or sign a new contract or something like that.’

‘Prince. Sispanians are thoughtful wyrms.’

Very thoughtfully, Alan responded:

If Lemain had asked that question, Alan would have answered whether he thought Sispanian had created the oath seal spell as thoughtlessly as you. And if Plantz had been asked that question, he would have answered, “Why are you barking again?”

So, Alan looked around for something nice to say and added to Calian, who was grateful for the answer, ‘Why are you asking such a stupid question?’

‘Wouldn’t it be possible to find a space where the seals of the oath do not clash with each other?’

Calian, who thought about Alan’s words once more while looking at the boiled peas that accepted what he risked his heart to without any hesitation, opened his mouth.

“While you’re at it, brother, please write down your requests as well. I will listen to them.”

“You say it easily.”

“I am saying this because the person who knows that it is not an easy task does not hesitate to put his heart on the line.”

why.

The first time I said let’s sign a contract, I was nagging because I said I would do it at any time. If I had said no, I would have asked why I was saving a heart that had already been tied once.

Plantz tapped the paper and pointed to what Calian had written.

“I don’t know what else to write about this.”

“Anything.”

“I know what to write.”

“Whatever you say, you have to take care of your share properly. What can you do if you’re smart? When I heard that the marquis, who has a head with a head that I don’t know if it was for decoration or because it was empty, signed a contract, I think I just said, ‘Do it.’”

Plantz, who saw Calian arguing with him all morning about something that happened in the past, let out a short sigh instead of putting on an annoyed face. It was right to accept Evan’s contract without any intention of saying anything else, and it was also right to make the situation bigger by putting my heart on the line.

“it’s okay.”

Calian, who saw that face, figured out what the green guy with the vaguely frowning face was thinking, and spoke again, completely ignoring it.

No, I kept babbling.

“Maybe it’s because he’s not greedy, but he listens well to what I say, so it’s comfortable and nice.”

“He was talking about people for a moment.”

“It would be great if you listened to me when I tell you to eat more. By the way, you’re really not that tall.”

“I can’t stand that bird and it barks.”

“I’m not barking at you, but I’m cheering you on so that you eat a lot and grow up.”

“I don’t think there’s any need for my brother to raise anything in Camilon.”

“Please finish puberty quickly.”

“Stop it.”

“I’m asking you to use that heart sparingly from now on. I’m asking you, brother.”

Plantz closed his mouth at the words that came out at the end of the barking sound.

After looking at that face for a moment, Calian’s voice, like rustling leaves, came out again.

“…You said you would live.”

Since you said you would live, please live properly.

Planz, who had been looking at Calian for a while without answering, slowly closed his eyes and opened them. What followed was an answer from a strange voice that seemed to have given up or not to give up.

“okay.”

For some reason, Plantz silently replied that he didn’t like it once more and signed the pledge without making any changes to the playful content Kalian had prepared.

“I have nothing more to say.”

And then he added:

Calian, who was watching the written letters float up and form a long band and disappear one by one up Plantz’s arm, felt his heart being restricted and smiled silently.

As I felt a familiar feeling, the thought occurred to me that the seal of oath that I had used to tie Silike’s life was being used again to save Silike’s son. In order to save the life of a person who has made up his mind to walk the path of a king and who says he will never become king. While saying all kinds of nonsense.

Funny.

It’s really funny.

* * *

Needlen did that.

“You shouldn’t.”

I said this a day after helping Arsene with his work.

“I can’t say something like that. There is someone who will filter my words of “I shouldn’t have done it” into “I shouldn’t have lived.” A good person who will accept a will, not a resignation letter.

Needlen shook his head as if he was fed up, perhaps knowing that what he said was the truth from beginning to end. Then he took out a piece of chicken jerky to Lucy, who seemed to be waiting for Planz.

“I went back after processing so many documents yesterday, but it’s amazing to see so much piled up again when I come in the morning.”

Ahead of the reinforcement, just looking at the applications and letters of recommendation for Balkan application coming in from all over Kairis made me feel very tired, and the training performance evaluation period of each member already in Balkan overlapped.

“If I were to dance in front of the corps commander’s office, wouldn’t you look into it and think I’m crazy because I’m busy?”

“I already tried it.”

“yes?”

“Originally, all the Kairis wizards were crazy, so I was comforted not to worry about them.”

“yes?”

“You’re kidding.”

From what point is this a joke?

Needlen, who was embarrassed because he felt like he had heard something very scary in that scope, pretended not to see Arsene’s calm face and spoke again.

“Commander Manasil is too kind. I don’t know how he can take on all of this.”

“Still, it’s fortunate that Lord Jaya called me. I got off work yesterday for the first time in a while. And although I usually have a lot of work to do, it’s the first time I’ve had this much work. It’s not always like this anyway, and since it was a temporary incident, the corps commander also “I guess it’s not possible to add more people forever. Most of the work is confidential, so you won’t be able to assign just anyone just because you’re busy for a moment. So don’t blame the corps commander.”

Arsene, who comforted Needlen with words that were surprisingly considerate to Alan, made him question whether his heart had suddenly become generous after a well-rested stay, or whether he had eventually become a little more rounded. And if Plantz had seen him, he must have been someone who knew how to think and live like this. I added one word.

“Knight Sir Bern is outside to meet healer Sir Bern, so take note.”

“Sir.”

Needlen, who was one of the few people who knew that one of Kyrie’s beliefs was that ‘my ears are the prince’s ears’, barely swallowed the harsh words that were about to come out and shook his fair-colored hair.

“I’m just grateful to the Corps Commander because I learned how precious it is to get off work and the little happiness in everyday life. Anyway, Lord Jaya, go and do your work.”

Needlen, who had been wondering for a moment whether he would be punished or praised when lightning struck his normal office as if it were an accidental accident, suppressed his anger and stood up.

“Yes. I’m going. I’ll just hold on and go to work.”

Then he got up and went to his office, holding the documents Arsene had handed over. Because Arsene was enough to share the same office as the prince.

– Sweet.

And a while later, the office door opened and Plantz, wearing a nice beige jacket over his shoulders, came in alone without Relic.

Arsene was about to say something again when he saw that he still looked like a prince today, a tie pin with a pink, unidentifiable jewel on his face and the same type of cuffs, and a face that seemed to say he was not sorry for suddenly resting like that yesterday.

Arsene didn’t know that the clutter was caused by Relic, who was doing his best to decorate the plant, saying he couldn’t lose to Merlyn, Calian’s maid.

“Close. I’ll finish everything on my own.”

And again, I’m at a loss for words.

Usually, I get annoyed after accepting it a couple of times, but today was different.

Thanks to this, Arsene, who had been unable to blame either Alan or Planz since morning, still drank his black coffee dissatisfiedly, put it down, and opened his mouth.

“You’re still energetic, so if you met a wizard with good mana sensitivity on the way, you would have been caught. If you were worried about being noticed, why didn’t you come a little later, Deputy Commander, Prince?”

As Arsene said that, his eyes were focused on Planz’s heart.

“I haven’t met any wizards.”

“That’s it. It’ll be almost gone by the afternoon, so if you have to keep it a secret, you’ll just have to be careful today.”

“……There’s someone else.”

Planz, who was about to open a document, looked at Arsene, who did not ask anything else and only gave attention, and asked briefly. Arsene, who didn’t understand right away, stared blankly at Planz.

“Someone to watch out for.”

“They are the Commander of the Manasil Corps, Lord Zeia, Lord Fitz, and Lord Paleton. The last two are people who will not be here today, so you don’t have to worry about them.”

“okay.”

“Ah. Of course, the prince is included, but I think you already know that.”

It’s a contract I made with that guy, but there’s no way he doesn’t know.

Plantz frowned silently and turned his eyes to the documents again.

Lucy, who was stretched out on the sunny desk, meowed and tapped the hand holding the papers as if she wanted to look at me instead of the papers.

Plantz, who had pulled Lucy and placed her on his lap, was about to look at the documents and then looked at Lucy again.

“under.”

Contract details.

When I looked at Lucy, I was reminded of a strange contract that seemed to be full of loopholes.

– When Plants leaves the palace, he lives at the residence of the Marquis of Briesen in Kairisis, raising cats.

– Kalian works hard to help.

“… Now that I think about it, I guess they weren’t human words.”

What kind of crazy person would write something like that and risk his or her heart?

Suddenly, that thought occurred to me.

* * *

I did not forget that coffee was not allowed.

I had never heard a separate reason, but considering Plants, it wasn’t difficult to guess.

For the second, all flowers will be like Renieri, and for the third, the coffee will smell like Renieri.

“I’m sorry.”

Recognizing that it was not Silike’s fault that the scent, which was so incredibly beautiful and difficult to forget, was still unforgettable, Lemain postponed scolding her and apologized.

“Coffee and paper flowers for your birthday.”

I thought that was the only thing I would be sorry about, but if I left everything else out, I felt like my day would not be enough, so I just picked two things and talked about them.

“no.”

The person to whom Lemain deserved a full apology was Plantz, and the person to whom Lemain should not hastily apologize was Randel. And the current Calian was a person who could not receive Lemain’s apology.

“okay.”

Therefore, when Lemain heard the apology again, he answered in a subdued voice, never realizing that he had failed to say it was okay this time.

“I have something to tell you and ask for your permission.”

Calian, who said this, briefly turned his head to look at the guard, Ren, and Lemaine, who saw this, looked around.

After that, Kalian’s explanation continued.

There is work to be done by bringing Gray Brisen to the capital. With the reason.

Lemain didn’t answer for a while.

I knew that Plants had signed an oath with Evan, but I didn’t know the details. I can’t find anything to say about that either, but how can I easily answer that my son made a plan to take someone’s life, although of course he had a reason.

“I don’t know what to think or how to answer.”

“Just give permission and forget about it.”

“It’s not easy.”

“At least I’m not blaming you for this. Neither I nor Brother Plantz.”

I know that it would be easier to hear words of absolution that clearly draw the line. So I know how to answer like that.

“…I’m sorry.”

So Lemain had difficulty choosing words to which he could respond.

Calian just pretended not to have heard what was said and, without answering, handed over the four new margrave candidates that Demirea had selected. He asked them to review and make a decision in secret so that no one, including Plantz, would know about it.

Since I was planning to check on Secretia’s situation one more time, I didn’t mention that I was planning to visit the mother tree of the elves. Lemain also did not ask how he planned to handle Devlan’s demands. If it’s Calian, he’ll tell you when the time is right.

It wasn’t long before Calian came out of the office after finishing his face-to-face meeting with Lemain. I thought about meeting Alan for a moment, but decided it would be better to just leave today, so I turned around.

When he returned to the Chermil Palace that way without stopping by the Wilhelm Pavilion, Calian recognized someone waiting for him and stopped right on the spot.

Jan, who realized who he was as quickly as Calian, said as if it were strange.

“What’s wrong with Leah? There are no sparring plans today, prince.”

While he was just nodding his head at the story, which he did not know, Demirea came closer to Calian, bowed before him, and immediately spoke.

“I heard a story when I went to repair my sword.”

Calian, who was about to ask why he came to the palace, slowly closed his mouth. This is because the words that came out right away without a proper greeting were not light at all.

Calian stood looking at Demirea for a while and then spoke quietly.

“Jan. I’ll talk to you for a moment and then go in.”

Jan, who saw Demirea not even looking at him and Calian not taking his eyes off Demirea, bowed his head and left.

Demirea opened her mouth without paying attention to Jan, who was walking away.

“I’m here to give you a chance to explain.”

“what.”

“All.”

Just by looking at that expression, it is clear what he wants to say. What Siegfried’s people want to say is clearly revealed on their faces. You must have heard a suspicious story from the owner of Lawton Blacksmith.

I didn’t know I would let him into the mansion.

Anyway, I’m really amazing too, Kalian, smiling full of self-deprecation, opened his mouth.

“It would have been better if I had come a little later.”

“I hate talking back. I hate hiding it even more.”

“Dmirea.”

“What are you hiding?”

There was nothing to worry about revealing one more secret to Demirea. I lived my life thinking that it wouldn’t matter if everyone in the world found out. I lived thinking that even if I was caught by Lemain, I would be able to trick him somehow.

Calian, who was in front of Demirea, lowered his eyes for a moment.

“… Just one favor. Please do me more.”

okay.

Except Jan.

“Whatever you ask for, I will repay you.”

I was confident that I could hold on to Jan, but I still wanted to keep everyone from knowing as much as possible. I wanted to be the only one who didn’t know about Jan until I died.