Reborn as the Enemy Prince - Chapter 257

Chapter 45. Calian, who was looking at the purple wine to see

the sea (4), chuckled.

I know that because of Serie’s hair color, she enjoys drinking strong liquor and wine. Of course, it was Bern’s knowledge, not Calian’s.

“I’m sorry about what happened a little while ago, Lord Siegfried.”

Not Slayman, the father of Jan and Dmirea, but Slayman, the head of the Siegfried duchy. It was an apology for not being able to fully trust him as a duke when he stood in the position of a prince, excluding his private parts.

“You might have been surprised that a dog named after your son, or a person who was supposed to be petting a dog that was three days away from home, came running in, reeking of blood. Moreover, from what I heard, it seemed like the little elephant had started walking in a different direction. In this situation, “It’s understandable that you might not be so welcoming to a wolf cub that comes to your house. So I understand. If something were to happen, wouldn’t the country be in a very exciting situation?”

Sleiman, who answered in a cool voice, burst into loud laughter as if he remembered what Kalian had shown him again. Slayman, who stopped laughing only after a while, pointed to the wine glass in front of Kalian and spoke.

“Why don’t you leave the wolf cub, who is sleeping safely, and have a drink too?”

“I quit drinking.”

I gave the same answer I once gave to Plantz.

The answer may be that there is a deep disconnect with one’s appearance, but what can you say? I hear that the pale, grass-headed guy has quit drinking too.

“It’s great that you quit this good thing.”

“Otherwise, I would have been the one to be labeled as an asshole, not you.”

“Did you like it that much?”

“… Well, I just leaned on it.”

At the answer that came out of the mouth of the sixteen-year-old prince, Sleiman just shook his head without snickering and then opened his mouth.

“Sometimes I wonder what the prince was like originally, and hearing such words makes me wish I could have met him in person at least once.”

“Aren’t you already meeting the substance?”

“There is a story that as the first king grew older, Sispanian also made his hair gray. No matter how great a hero he was, as long as he was a human being, he could not live without being concerned about his appearance, so I guess Sispanian adjusted his hair to gray. ”

Sleiman quenched his thirst with a sip of transparent purple wine and continued.

“The prince is also a human being, so he must be the same. Any kernel will eventually fit into the shell, so I can’t help but be curious about the original kernel, which must have been so amazing.”

Calian let out a small laugh without answering.

“May I ask what kind of person it was?”

“Well, what kind of person was he?”

Red eyes turned to the teacup.

The tea had a really nice scent with yellow flowers that I wasn’t sure what they were. I shouldn’t have had to drink warm tea, but somehow I remembered Jan, so I asked for warm tea.

Calian answered, thinking for a moment of the person who lived by alcohol instead of Jan, who lived by looking at his toes instead of Hina, and who had once been carried on Kirie’s back when drunk, but who had never been carried on someone’s back while injured.

“He was a good bettor, used his sword well, and guarded it well. He was a person who was not unhappy in the end.”

“That must have suited Siegfried well.”

Sleiman laughed again, as if he really liked the story without any details.

The smell of grass was still strong in the small garden created on the roof of the mayor’s house. It struck me how far this place was from Kairisis and how close it was to Secretia.

Calian, who was quietly lost in thought with his eyes on the teacup, heard Slayman’s voice.

“The smell of blood on me is Siona’s.”

The sound of wine being filled in an empty glass rang refreshingly for a moment. Slayman, who quickly emptied the glass he had just filled, opened his mouth again.

“Prince. Were the people who harmed you the day the Duke closed the gates the wolves of the Great Desert?”

“you’re right.”

“No matter how strong the warriors of the Great Desert are, I know that there is only one person who can make the prince like that.”

“… It would only be Siona Hill.”

Warrior of the Great Desert.

To be exact, he was a sword master who was a warrior of the great desert.

“By any chance, the person who attacked the prince back then…”

“No. Those who attacked me were other warriors. They belonged to a group called Zeon.”

Calian responded like this and explained about Zeon. Behind him, I asked as I saw round eyes that looked a lot like Yan’s lost in thought.

“Did Siona fall victim to them?”

“They came here dead, all wounded by Aurors. After listening to the prince’s explanation, I understand. I think it was the work of that group.”

Slayman nodded and explained, then paused for a moment and then continued.

“Those who were chasing them ran away without being able to enter the compound, and Siona somehow managed to save her life over a month. I stayed by her side the whole time, and that’s why the smell of blood was so strong.”

“Then, are you still here?”

“He disappeared yesterday morning. He wasn’t fully healed, so I’ve been looking for him, but he hasn’t come back.”

This was the reason why Slayman said to Kalian, ‘I don’t know whether I came to welcome the guest or to see him off.’ Because I wasn’t sure if Siona would come back or if she had disappeared from this land forever.

“It sounds like she is related to Zeon, but not on the same side as them. Since she was seriously injured, it probably means that Siona is not swayed by that power.”

First of all, it was moderately reassuring news. What Calian was worried about was not the Sword Master’s death, but the Sword Master being used as a chess piece.

“If they are being chased, we don’t know what will happen in the future, so we need to keep tracking their whereabouts.”

“I will do that, Prince.”

Somehow, Slayman came out ahead.

I looked at it because it was unfamiliar, and Sleiman smiled awkwardly and said.

“It’s not as bad as the dull king or the thorny wizard, but he’s still an old friend. I’m worried, so I’ll inquire.”

“If you ever find out.”

“Yes. I will contact the royal palace or the duke’s residence in the capital.”

“Thank you. Please be careful, too. They are not easy people.”

“There are only three sword masters I know, but aren’t they the ones who almost caught two of them? I won’t let down my guard.”

Kalian Teylan Castrin Siona Hill. There are three like this.

Evan and Gray were not even included in the calculations.

This time, only Slayman, who drank the wine and savored the scent for a long time, opened his mouth.

“By the way, I heard that the Little Duke is raising a child without my knowledge, but he never told me, so I’m curious. Prince, do you know?”

Slayman, who would not be able to enter the capital this year due to punishment, asked with a face full of curiosity.

Calian, who was unconsciously staring at the grass around him, shook his head. The story that Siegfried’s Duke took Briesen’s blood was not something to be conveyed through a third party.

“I think you should hear it directly from the Duke.”

“All right.”

Once again, the wine glass was filled with purple color.

* * *

Crack, crack.

I don’t hate the sound of a burning bonfire. No, I’m rather glad to see you.

The first time they were homeless, they all said they would be on guard, so if they continued to stubbornly persist, he said he would force them all to sleep. First of all, Calian had no problem with not sleeping for a few days, and after leaving the palace and Siegfried’s territory, he was acting as the strongest person in the group rather than a prince.

After thinking about the fact that Calian was still not good at sleep magic and the blue bruise on the back of Arsene’s neck, the members immediately got into their sleeping bags and fell asleep.

In the silence, Calian, who was quietly looking at the red burning flame, heard a soft voice in his head. It was Alan.

– Did you find out where the elves live?

– Not yet. It must have been hidden similar to the village I visited last time, so I plan to take a look around when I get to the place Sispanian told me about.

– If you can’t find it right away, wouldn’t it be better to come back first?

– I was worried because I heard that Zeon’s gang might be nearby.

I thought about it for quite some time. Should I go back to the capital or continue looking for the elves?

If I had left alone, I would have thought about just going the same way, but I had too much baggage with me. Even if the Balkan members manage to save each of their lives, one guy like Papyrus Sprout hasn’t done his job yet.

– I thought that no one would attack me carelessly, so I changed my mind to finish quickly and go back. My group is too extraordinary to just attack them blindly.

– but. In terms of being extraordinary, it is probably the best on the continent of Cysterra.

The royal army consisted of thirty knights and ten wizards. As half of the group are wizards, he has firepower that cannot be ignored.

– Still, don’t forget to pay attention. It’s different from moving alone, and Prince Planz is also there.

– yes. All right.

Of course, Calian had carefully calculated that the papyrus sprout’s meager life could be safely preserved.

– Is there anything going on in the palace?

Calian, covering his glowing bracelet with his sleeve, asked:

It was impossible to remove the ring connected to the chase, and it was very inconvenient to wear one ring on each side, so Alan wore the ring and Calian wore the bracelet. I don’t know how long I laughed as I watched Alan change the functions on his own, having decided to no longer care about modifying the palace to enable communication.

– Your Majesty almost lost his heart again, but it was no big deal.

– What happened?

– That’s because two of my sons disappeared again in one day.

– I heard that you have already given me an explanation about leaving the palace.

-…… Should I really call that an explanation?

The question at the end of Alan’s words was very deep.

– I thought the prince might run away, so I said I would go out for a moment and catch him. So, I allowed him to go out for a while, but it turned out that he followed me all the way to the Balkans, so wouldn’t it be surprising?

– Going out for a while… I was wondering what kind of words he had used to get permission since he spoke confidently as if he had received permission from His Majesty, but that wasn’t the case.

– Anyway, I’ve calmed you down well, so don’t worry about it and come back when you’re done with everything you have to do.

– yes. Thank you.

no wonder.

I thought Lemain would not give permission easily, but there was a reason for that.

Calian, who was looking at Planz, who was sitting a little distance away in a similar position to himself, looking into the bonfire, laughed. Isn’t this no different from Calian, who secretly ran away?

– Are there any other problems?

– That girl, Eila, never leaves for a day and stays next to Hina. Instead, when you return to the prince’s palace, you will probably have to listen to the baby elephant nagging you for three days and nights, so be prepared for that.

A clear laugh escaped my mouth for a moment.

– All right.

– And the two wizards of Rivern say there is nothing going on.

Ah.

The smile disappeared from Kalian’s face.

Alan always brought up such important and difficult topics.

– …I guess I received a call from Rivern.

– The story ended well, so don’t worry.

Calian, who remembered King Eline of Riverne, let out a long sigh. Don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry, but I knew full well how upset Alan must be right now.

– I should have been next to you, Master.

It was obvious that when I thought of Eline, there would be someone I would think of as well.

At a time like this, Calian couldn’t go out of his way to offer comfort by discreetly calling out his father, so in the end, Calian only spoke plain words to Alan.

– After coming this far, we are just watching the bonfire.

– That’s right. Now, I only have one son, but instead of comforting him, he only worries me, so what should I do?

Alan didn’t even receive that kind of apology.

He said it was okay to comfort him if he wanted to, and even in this situation, he read and studied Kalyan.

So Calian sent a quiet voice.

– I’ll buy you a nice drink instead.

– Good. It’s fine whether it’s Himolica or Sizzly Nu, so please just buy me a bottle.

– Let’s drink together when we get back… Father.

Alan, who was silent for a moment, answered.

– is it so. I’ll be waiting.

Because I couldn’t tell whether the bonfire was warm or the horse was warm.

Calian looked down at the bracelet for a long time.

Even if it has the same name, will you buy hard liquor that tastes different in each region? Should I buy Siegfried’s wine? After thinking about it for a while, I decided that I should just buy both, and a sweet smile appeared in my bright red eyes.

After saying a few more words, Calian ended the conversation with Alan. Then, he looked at the bracelet’s light, which was slowly decreasing as his magic power faded, for a moment, and then turned his attention to the bonfire.

A peaceful night.

The sound of burning wood was heard more quietly than silence.

“…Aren’t you cold?”

“It’s not cold.”

okay. Calm.

Except for the problem that peas don’t sleep.

“Please sleep.”

“yet.”

“yes.”

Calian smiled briefly at the short answer and turned his head. I opened my mouth to the guy who was sitting a little away and was also looking at the bonfire.

“I’m hungry…”

“I’m not hungry.”

“yes.”

Unfortunately, Siegfried’s Duchy was a place where fresh food was considered the best without being touched by a wizard. So I couldn’t find food with the preservation spell. Unfortunately, none of the people Plants had chosen well were wizards who could use preservation magic, so Calian just received some dry food and biscuits from Mayor Citrene and gave them to Plants. Because it was obvious that I couldn’t eat wild chicken.

But surprisingly, he ate it.

Instead of eating wild chicken, I ate wild boar. Of course, it was a wild boar that the excited Kalian caught alone, leaving all the crew aside.

I took out the biscuit after eating just two pieces, but ate it without frowning.

Sparks flew in the blowing wind.

Perhaps it was my first time seeing the planz, but my eyes were endlessly looking at the red light that was disappearing as it was blown away by the wind.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“uncomfortable.”

It’s grown so beautifully that it’s uncomfortable to sit on the bare ground, it’s even more uncomfortable to lie down on the bare ground, it’s uncomfortable to eat poorly seasoned wild boar meat, and the flying insects that fly in are uncomfortable, and it’s never been noticed.

But now, whenever I ask Kalian, he gives me an honest answer, so I don’t know if I should consider this fortunate or laugh because I can’t cry. There’s no way to know.

“Why don’t you say it’s uncomfortable? You didn’t even say you didn’t like it.”

Plantz, who was sitting on a blanket on a tree trunk, looked at Calian. It suddenly occurred to me that the red light shining through light green eyes didn’t look very good.

anyway.

When you sit in front of that bonfire that seems to pull out and burn things from somewhere in the back of your memory, something you’ve been holding inside is bound to come out.

“Because it was no use.”

Plantz took one out like this.

Seeing the guy who said he didn’t like it or that it was uncomfortable was of no use, Calian felt as if he was about to take out what he had put inside, so he took his eyes off the light green fire and looked at his feet. What I wanted to ask why that guy did that to me was buried in his feet.

No matter how much time passes, it is something that no one can and should not understand anymore. So, I buried it again, remembering that no one but Kalian should ever come close.

“… You can say it’s uncomfortable.”

In the end, Planz took one out and Kalian put another in.

Kalian turned his head again and saw a dirt-stained jacket. The damn bastard trusted his younger brother to take off the cat’s hair and brought black clothes for him to wear, but he didn’t bring any other clothes for himself.

no.

I did take care of it. There is one more uniform that is equally pure white.

……Someone knows that there is a lot of magical energy left.

[Clean]

Today alone, I used a spell again that I think I used over 30 times.

“Why aren’t you talking?”

“What.”

“Magic. It’s inconvenient.”

Why don’t you say it’s uncomfortable when you use the same magic more than 30 times today? Why don’t you say why you went through so much trouble by making these white clothes?

“I think I know. Why is it white?”

Why are the robes of the Balkan wizards made by Lemain in the past and completed by Planz, and the uniforms of the knights made by Planz now, white? They say wizards can always be clean, but why did the knights’ clothes have to be white?

“I try to bury it and my brother tries to remember. I think that’s why.”

Another person’s life that will be buried in those clothes.

“…Speak informally.”

“I think it’s the same.”

Planz did not answer whether that thought was correct or not.

“Good night.”

“no.”

“Why do you not like it?”

“uncomfortable.”

“Are you reviewing?”

Crackle crackle.

The bonfire was burning.

“But can you change the color? Even if it’s not white, it’s noticeable that there’s something on it.”

“Why bother?”

“I’m a little embarrassed to go out with you because I’m the only one who’s black.”

“Speak informally.”

Calian grinned without correcting himself.

Everything is white, but only the head is green. Do you know that it looks like an onion? I thought those words would come out if I opened my mouth. If I’m not careful, I’m afraid I won’t even eat soft cooked food anymore.

“Anyway, you really need to sleep now…”

The words he was saying with a smile stopped.

– Woe!

Calian, with a creepy look in his eyes, quickly stood up and turned around.

Crackle crackle.

A peaceful night with a bonfire burning without worrying about anything noticeable.

– A rattle.

Regardless of whether one noticed or not, the shadow of the person making the sound slowly approached.

The crew, Plants, and the guests suddenly got up from their seats.

Calian’s eyes cooled down as he stood between them.

The Sword Master who was the wolf of the Great Desert.

A small bell rang from the end of the handle of the sword worn at my waist.

“……Siona Hill.”

The small silver rings on the tips of the long, pointed ears sparkled in the light of the bonfire.