How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Calian lifted his head slightly. Then with his smile still on his face, he turned to Silica's smiling face and spoke.

“It sounds like you’re telling me to change my mind on doing something I never really wanted to do.”

The clear, beautiful voice of a young boy who had yet to go through puberty.

However, the voice was freezing cold.

“Don’t go poking around carelessly, since the love between siblings isn't as deep as you think.”

Silica's smile that spread on her face slowly disappeared.

Hearing her stepson threaten the safety of her own blood related son, her beautiful face, that once looked so peaceful it was as though someone might have painted her, developed some wrinkles.

Calian lifted his spoon and tapped at the corner of the coffee cup. With the ringing sound from the tapping, peace came back to Calian’s face.

“So, what would you like to do about the tea?”

Silica didn’t reply. She simply glared at Calian with narrow eyes. Calian silently waited for Silica's decision.

Soon, Silica answered.

“Well go ahead and try as much as you want.”

Calian laughed.

“I’ll take that as you declining.”

Calian lifted the cup.

Without ever turning his gaze from Silica, he poured the remaining coffee into his mouth and gulped it down.

Then the banquet doors opened, and nobles started to pour in.

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Yan, who was fidgeting while sitting next to the horse carriage driver, hurriedly stopped the carriage.

It was because he saw a young boy and girl walking towards them following down the royal road.

He was already in a hurry, so if they were simply plain boy and girl, he would have just passed them like usual.

Of course, he recognised that the boy had hair the colour of water, and the girl’s was a head of silver – but if that was all, he would have left them to carry on and finish his task first.

“ …you’re saying you were trying to enter the royal palace while holding a sword, huh?”

With such a flashy long sword strapped to his side, how could he not stop the carriage!

Quickly, Yan brought the siblings into the carriage and he himself went inside the carriage as well.

The carriage, with now three people inside, visited the mage’s union for a moment before riding on to Alan’s home.

As Yan asked him the question, Kyrie coldly answered with an expressionless face.

“Yes. The sword was bestowed to me by the prince.”

‘Ugh, this is driving me crazy.’

“For today, go in without the sword. Leave the sword at the mage’s house that we’re currently going to. You can’t bring the sword no matter what for today at least.”

Even the knife that was inside the pocket of the prince was taken out of the palace, so there was no way they would allow them to enter with a longsword on them. As he did so, Hina, the silver haired girl that was calmly sitting in front of Yan gestured at Kyrie with her hand.

[The puppy. Looks like it’s him. He was cute, so I thought he was a girl.]

Kyrie opened his mouth to answer her. However, Yan decided to answer faster.

“I’m Yan, not a doggy. As you can see, I’m a man as well.”

As Yan understood Hina’s sign language, Hina’s shoulder flinched in surprise. Realising that her speech was more stiff than usual, Yan spoke again.

“I can understand most of what you’re saying, so if you want to say anything to me then say it directly to me. In anycase, right now the situation is quite messy. I didn’t mean to greet you two like this, I apologise.”

He turned to Kyrie to say something again, but at that moment the carriage stopped moving. He saw Alan’s residence beyond the carriage window. Yan first told the two to stay put, and then ran in as fast as he could into Alan’s home.

In the meantime, Alan was just waking up from his sleep as he was only able to arrive home in the morning after staying up all night long.

Having noticed he had guests, he sloppily tied up his hair and was making a cup of coffee, when he then turned and went back into the kitchen and picked out three more coffee cups from the cupboard.

‘It seems some guests are arriving.’

But after a bit, he put two of the empty cups back into the cupboard. It was because he sensed that there was only one person that got off the carriage and was running towards his home.

Alan then extended his mana to survey the surroundings of his home, sensed the two waiting inside the carriage and let out a comment to himself.

“Our little prince, he knows so many people, doesn't he.”

As Alan put down two cups of coffee down onto the tablet, Yan arrived after running across the very large garden. Alan flicked his finger, which made the door Yan was running towards swing open.

At the same time, the marble statue in the shape of a flower put next to the door moved as if in a little dance, and sang out in a jolly voice.

“Welcome to the great mage Alan Manasil’s home~!”

‘I’m seriously going to go crazy at this rate.’

Whether it’s someone who uses swords or uses magic, everyone is just abnormal!

Yan had to put effort in keeping this comment to himself, and hurried inside.

Allen had a smile on his face waiting to see the reaction Yan had to the statue, but it disappeared off his face quickly. It was because he couldn’t read anything off Yan’s face, which was different than usual.

“Looks like there’s some trouble.”

Instead of answering, Yan pulled out the things he brought to Alan.

Knife, medicine pouch and a report. There was a single letter as well. He didn’t need to even think about who the seal of the letter belonged to.