Reborn as the Enemy Prince

Chapter 195

Chapter 34. Because I can’t lie (1),

Calian’s smile towards Dmirea did not change.

He created a flawless smile on his face and drew the deep smile he really wanted to make with his fingertips.

“Demirea this way.”

After that, he personally guided Demirea to his now empty seat.

Demirea also knew very well that here and now, even a short breath or a passing glance carries the same meaning as a stigma. Therefore, Demirea bowed her head with a slight smile and accepted Calian’s hospitality. And then I sat down, following Kalyan.

The commotion subsided.

The nobles gathered at Siegfried’s coffin were trying to somehow interpret and accept the situation they were seeing.

Everyone was silent as the day they had only imagined had become a reality, as the predictions they had been making up until now had come true.

“The Marquis Briesen has not arrived yet.”

The distance between where the two sat and the nobles’ seats was quite far. Therefore, Demirea said this with a calm smile, as if they were exchanging a light greeting. It was a very small voice, careful not to spread the sound in the silence filled with noise louder than ever.

Calian nodded as if in response to Dmirea’s ‘light greeting’, which confirmed and informed him that there was no one person who should be here right now, and answered.

“Yes, I know.”

Isn’t there anyone here now with a higher status than Calian or Plantz, who left the room a little while ago? Nevertheless, the two princes were there before Demirea and Evan.

Of course, I had deliberately told Demirea to do this in advance. It was to capture the attention of the nobles who were already gathered in one place at once and to show off Calian’s greed more efficiently.

“Similar to yours, but for a slightly different reason. It’ll probably come soon.”

The same would be true for Evan.

He wants to show off his influence and power that he is in a higher position than the princes. It was clear that they were trying hard to ruin this event at the right time.

And maybe

“Your Majesty the King!”

“... You might want to say that your power is greater than Your Highness’s.”

In response to the words that seemed to overlap with the knight’s shout announcing Lemaine’s arrival, Demirea nodded very slightly and stood up. Kalyan also stood up after him.

Alan wasn’t there.

Since it was a day where it was impossible to congratulate Kalian or not, he had told Lemain in advance that he would not be attending.

Lemaine, dressed in dark gray robes with a purple tinge and a black cape that extended to his feet, walked straight toward Calian. The gazes of the nobles gathered to follow his footsteps.

– Should I get angry and blame myself for being careless?

– I wonder if it will be ignored and passed over, just like it was originally.

– no. Rather, I think they will like it and welcome it.

The silent stories continued endlessly like the chirping of a small bird. How will Lemain react when he sees Demirea? Accordingly, how should I, and indeed my family, respond?

“Happy birthday Kalyan.”

Lemain exceeded all the nobles’ expectations.

Lemain, who sincerely wished a happy birthday, looked at Calian for a long time with a silent smile.

There was no need to tell whether it was really a birthday congratulation or a congratulations on successfully completing the show.

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

Calian said only this and lowered his head.

Afterwards, Lemain exchanged a brief and casual greeting with Demirea, looked at Evan’s empty seat for a moment, and then went to his own seat. He then finished his brief greeting by expressing his gratitude to those who attended the event to celebrate Kalyan’s birthday.

“Now then, a toast to the three princes.”

With Lemain’s short words, champagne was filled in front of everyone, including Calian.

Calian, who was looking at the bubbles rising and bursting repeatedly inside the red wine, smiled bitterly and could not be seen.

To others, bright red champagne would appear to be the color of Laprania, used when celebrating birthdays. However, no matter how much he looked at it with Calian’s eyes, he could only see the color as a pure melt of Annelusia.

Lemain, who was unaware of the complicated feelings that were stirring Calian for a moment, opened his mouth.

“To celebrate this happy day when the third prince of the great Kairis was born.”

Lemain, holding a bottle of champagne in his hand containing the light of a flame that was both life and death, looked around for a moment. Lemain, who had glanced at the nobles waiting for the low, echoing voice to continue, was about to tell Calian in a powerful tone what he would give as a gift.

“Sorry for being late, Your Majesty.”

gate crasher.

The king’s congratulatory address had already begun, so Lemain was interrupted by the voice of a person who was nothing more or less than an uninvited guest who entered the room after ignoring the article that said entry was not allowed at this time.

In order to show off the power he possesses, regardless of social status, he recently and miraculously found...

“This is the Marquis Evan Brissen and Viscount Lennon Brissen.”

One person arrived late on purpose to make sure everyone could see Lennon Brissen. It was Evan.

Evan and Lennon came hurriedly into the banquet hall, leaving behind the words of the Caera driver explaining who had entered the banquet hall without permission.

–

The expected change that came thanks to this was, of course, ‘being busy.’ It’s not just that I’m busy, I’m so busy that I’m going crazy.

“shut up.”

Planz, who was not in a very good mood, went to a place completely opposite to Arsene, took off his cloak, took off his shirt pin and tie, and threw them on the sofa.

I don’t know where I left Relic, but he’s really good at solving things without anyone helping him. Arsene frowned and asked as he watched Planz, who had taken off his jacket and vest and was wearing a shirt, rolling up his sleeves.

“You have a cold, why did you come?”

“Day.”

Ah, prince.

Did I really say that?

Are you saying I started a war because I trusted this man, who is hard to tell whether he is short-spoken or short-tempered?

Arsene, who had been letting out a silent scream, let out a deep sigh and sat down in front of the desk. It was his desk that was as far away from Plantz’s desk as possible.

As the size of the Balkans increased, the expected change was busy, and the unexpected change was now this. Planz’s desk, which had been provided in the Knights’ Order, was moved into Arsene’s large, inefficient, unfurnished office.

‘My older brother may be shy, but if you get to know him, he’s quite gentle, so get along well.’

Calian’s judgment was truly extremely reasonable.

Of course, the work had increased tremendously, and the smart second prince worked very quickly and well, so it was true that if the two vice commanders shared the same office, work efficiency would increase tremendously.

But isn’t it really too much to cram these two people, whose efficiency increases and their lives decrease just by looking at each other, into the same office? They say they don’t complain, but I’m starting to doubt whether it’s really true that they don’t complain.

As if he had read Arsene’s thoughts, Planz turned to Arsene with an irritated face and spoke to him.

“Wizard.”

“I am the vice-corps commander. Vice-corps commander.”

Plantz opened his mouth again without even looking at Arsene, who once again corrected Plantz’s title, which he had already told him a million times, but he couldn’t figure out that one thing.

“get out.”

To the prince’s wedding invitation, which was shy and, at first glance, quite gentle, the wizard, who was shy and quite harsh at first glance, responded with a calm face.

“This is my office, Vice Commander.”

Again, the two were thirteen years apart.

Plantz, who couldn’t hide his irritation and messed up his neatly organized hair, looked at Arsene with sharp eyes in his light green eyes.

“Get out.”

After that, he skimmed through the documents with his sparkling light green eyes and added as if he was flowing.

“It’s my brother’s birthday, shouldn’t we celebrate it?”

It sounds like a happy birthday.

Arsene, who was about to look at Planz as if he was saying something crazy, looked out the window for a moment. Siegfried’s coffin, the most beautiful and shining coffin on the continent, came into view in the distance. Arsene, who had been thinking about the place for quite some time, put on a pure white robe that had been hanging on the wall and opened his mouth.

“I will come to congratulate the prince on his birthday, Vice Commander.”

Arsene Hertz, deputy commander of the Balkan Corps. The golden laurel leaf symbol that properly showed the position flashed for a moment and then disappeared behind the door.

Since he didn’t tell anyone anything and just told him to congratulate him, Plantz, who didn’t betray anything about Evan, turned his attention back to the documents as if nothing had happened.

* * *

The day Kalian collapsed, vomiting blood.

The banquet hall was filled with more noise than that day, but no less.

Calian’s eyes, who had been silently looking ahead, turned to Evan. Evan also looked directly into Calian’s eyes.

Evan got up from his seat and walked towards where Lemain was. There’s no way Evan wouldn’t know what Freya’s Queen Chusung means.

One step after another.

Calian’s long, white fingers moved as if skimming water droplets from a glass of champagne. Another transparent line was created on the top of the glass.

“iced coffee.”

LeMaine did the favor and Demirea did his part. Plantz left in a timely manner.

Moreover, Calian, who had just confirmed that there was one more happy thing to happen, relaxed his hands at the end of the arc he had drawn. The champagne glass that left my fingertips hovered in the air for a moment and then fell to the floor. fell.

– Clink...!

The glass fell to the marble floor and shattered. Blood-red champagne spread across the white floor.

At that sharp sound, Evan’s thoughtless steps towards Lemain stopped. The noise that had been spreading indiscriminately stopped.

Calian, who had silenced the commotion in Siegfried’s coffin, looked down at the bright red liquor that had spilled out onto the floor.

Now that it was visible in the light of Laprania, Calian was free from the thoughts about the old Calian that had been pressing on his mind all day, and smiled slightly with a satisfied face.

Evan’s Auror.

“......at las.”

paper.

person.

all.