How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Chapter 52: It’s Very Nice To Meet You (6)

Calian nodded.

As he felt that he would no longer need to dodge around asking the real question he came here for, Calian asked the question he meant to ask.

“I was wondering if I should set up a magic school in Kailis?”

The money that would cost to build a magic school was nothing compared to how much money Calian had in his coffers. For the people who would do the teaching, there was plenty he could use, such as Allan or mages from the Union. However, managing the school was the problem. There was no way that mages who are known to have relaxed attitudes would be able to run a school properly after all.

That’s why he remembered this talented merchant from his memory and how Melfir still owed his life to him. This was why Calian came to meet Melfir like this.

After realizing Calain’s request for him to manage the proposed magic school, Melfier lowered his head and began to wonder. It was not just managing the magic school. Baron Melfier Pollun would publicly be allied with the third prince from now on.

Calian knew that Melfier would have much to think about, so he calmly waited without a trace of impatience.

Melfir lifted his head and opened his mouth as if he made a decision. However, instead of an answer to Calian’s suggestion, a different topic was brought up.

“Is this the payment for saving my life?”

Whether he is going to be doing this in return for saving his life. Therefore whether he would need to do what Calian is asking him to do no matter if he was willing to or not. That was the question he was asking.

A smile formed on Calian’s face.

“I’ve already received your payment for saving your life.”

Clink.

Calian answered as such after emptying the last of the tea in the cup and putting the cup down.

Melfir’s gaze stayed locked on the empty teacup for a moment. Soon after, a peal of refreshing laughter filled up the reception room. Melfir felt relieved after having the worries in the corner of his mind completely vanish after festering for three months.

“I shall do it.”

Melfir once again bowed his head.

* * *

Two days afterwards, in the morning. Inside the restaurant of the Chermil palace, there was baked bread red with color, a pie completely filled with cherries, and various fruits and veggies that were colored red were being prepared.

The passage surrounding the Chermil palace was decorated with red thread. Around the artificial pond a number of red Rafflenia flowers were placed. The petals danced around the pond carried by the wind.

The people of Kailis did not separate the celebration of a person’s birth and the grief of a person’s death. Just like how they would put a red flower in front of people who have passed away, they would also give red flowers to those who are celebrating their birthday.

For them, the color red symbolized death and birth.

Calian thought that it was a very lackluster tradition. To give the same color to both the dead and the living.

In any case, he would not be able to change the whole tradition of the kingdom just because he alone didn’t quite like it. Therefore Calian would wake up in the morning and immediately suck down pomegranate juice, then take the fifteen Rafflenia flowers that Marilyn handed to him, and thank her.

Today was Calain’s birthday.

A deeply moving date where the third prince Calian, who talked way too often as well as got in trouble way too often, had finally become an adult.

“Congratulations for greeting your fifteenth birthday.”

He heard that exact phrase over and over from many people all morning. Just receiving gifts and greetings from nobles that gathered up at the Ceignes Pavillion took over two hours for Calian.

Afterward, he got together with those that will travel with him to Roselita for a luncheon, received short celebration greetings as well as toasts from them. It took a long time for everyone to finish the meal and have tea altogether.

Without having any breaks in between, Calian quickly changed to a formal suit fitting for a dinner banquet and journeyed to the Siegfried building.

His black cape, adorned beautifully with red threads, shared a resemblance with Calian. He was sure that Marilyn had chosen those colors on purpose. The black jacket and pants did not have fancy trimmings, but the black cape was eye-catching enough that the jacket or the pants did not quite matter as much.

The only problem Bern had with Calian’s body was how thin he was, but now it wasn’t a problem anymore as he had gained some weight, as to not look too thin. It was also making nobles double take trying to make sure it was the same prince as before. He was the main focus for today anyways.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

Calian greeted again. When a group of nobles was deeply confused by the prince Calian greeting them with ‘It’s nice to meet you’ even though it was the first time they met the prince, the prince ended up having to say ‘It’s nice to meet you’ to everyone to make sure that he didn’t mean anything particular in saying that. It ended up becoming his habit to give only that particular greeting.

While receiving praises and looks of admiration from nobles all around him, Calian elegantly walked towards his seat like he always did.

– Step –

Then, for just a fraction of a moment, his foot stopped moving.

Franz, who had not shown his face for three months, was out in the banquet hall.