How to Live as the Enemy Prince

“Thanks,”

Through the open door, he could see Yuran standing here. Yan answered Calian’s curious gaze,

“They’ve found something about the man who was caught today, should I have it handed over to Count Latran?”

On their way here, Calian had ordered to leave the rest of the investigation to Hale which is why he asked, but Calian shook his head and replied,

“I’ll check it out first, tell him to come in,”

Yan called Yuran into his room and left – he came back with Yuran’s share of mint tea. As a result, Calian was able to see the amusing scene of Yuran jumping up from his seat, bowing 180 degrees from his waist and taking the mint tea politely with both hands, before sitting back in his seat.

After Yan, who now looked thoroughly embarrassed, went out again, Yuran pulled something out, wrapped it in a handkerchief and put it down in front of Calian.

“The soldiers said it was hidden in his shoes – oh the handkerchief is mine, it’s not dirty so please don’t worry,”

Calian laughed at his fear that he might complain it was dirty.

From the open window there was the gentle sound of heavy rain. He felt refreshed having just washed up and with a sip of cool mint tea, he truly felt relaxed. Calian smiled as he leisurely laid down his cup and opened the handkerchief.

And the relaxed smile slowly faded away.

As the atmosphere around Calian changed dramatically, Yuran decided to keep his mouth shut and wait silently,

Calian , who looked at the handkerchief for a while, quietly asked,

“He had this?”

Although Yuran did not know about this matter, it had been an unforgettable experience for Calian.

Looking at his frown, Yuran looked puzzled, he wondered how Calian had recognised it at once.

Calian kept his eyes on what looked like a sugar cube and asked,

“How does the Lord know of this?”

“A long time ago, when I was in the Public Security Force, I saw it when an assassin was arrested. They say it’s a poison that disguises the user as dead for a while. But, may I ask how you know of it, your highness?”

There was no way he wouldn’t know. Calian smiled strangely at the poison that had left him bedridden for a week and given him his freedom.

“It’s something I’ve tried before,”

The sound of the pouring rain outside of the window got stronger.

He was stuck here because of the rain and on top of that something had appreciated that would not allow him to walk away from it on a good day. How could he go on feigning disinterest?

“The guy who couldn’t even feel energy had this poison,” Calian muttered, scratching his cheek. Yuran looked at Calian when he said ‘energy’ and said,

“I did think your swordsmanship was rather good,”

At that, Calian smiled as he responded,

“That man,” it was a very blatant way to change the subject. In fact, it was what Yuran had been most curious about but now he couldn’t even open his mouth – thus Yuran put away the image of Calian who had parried a longsword with a knife and replied,

“Yes, your highness?”

“I’ll meet him right now,”

“Do you mean yourself?” Yuran asked in surprise,

Instead of answering, Calian tapped a finger against the glass cup that had frosted over from the ice – he didn’t want to have to say things twice.

Yuran, who roughly understood Calian’s personality, answered again,

“Yes, your highness, I understand.”

—

Fire magic burns wounds. Ice magic freezes the wound.

Wind magic goes directly through wounds.

The shoulder penetrated by wind – well, penetrated was a nice way of putting it. It had been torn open and to shreds.

And because the wound had simply been roughly wrapped in bandages, the hands that didn’t have blood flowing to them properly were swollen and turning purple.

Calian didn’t react to such a sight and instead asked,

“Where are you from?”

The man looked up and saw Calian, then grinned. Yuran frowned but Calian nodded his head, as if to leave it alone.

“I thought you were the precious young master of some noble house,”

“Well, I’m a little more precious than that,”

There was no emotion in Calian’s eyes as he looked over the man’s wounds. It was hard to find any signs of regret or horror.

Of course Yuran didn’t think Calian should feel bad for the man either – however, he felt that the face that belonged to a 15-year-old boy, was simply too calm after coming face to face with a person he had hurt.

“I’m a guard from the copper mines. I just helped them for a while because they said they would pay me if I helped them find people,”

“That sugar thing, how do you have it?”

“They split it amongst themselves, I thought it was something good so I stole it,”

Calian nodded, he decided he would accept that as true for now.

“What were they looking for?”

“I don’t know,”

“Do you know who they were?”

“They didn’t call each other by name, and I couldn’t see their faces since they wore masks,”

“What else do you remember?”

“Nothing else,”

Calian looked at the man with his fingers tapping the table, there was mud smeared all over the bandage and his face was red as if he had a fever.

No matter how magical a wound was, it would have already begun to fester in this hot and humid place.

“I’ll heal you,” Calian, who knew exactly how much pain that man was in right now, said with a calm face

The man stared at Calian.

“If it can’t be healed, then I’ll cut it off for you, instead, give me something that will help me. If not – then well, it would be something of a shame for the both of us,”

The man did not speak for a long moment and Calian didn’t bother pushing him. A while later, the man finally opened his mouth,

“My wife is in Hanson village – they know that too,”

Perhaps this man had threatened to reveal the truth and they had threatened him with his wife’s safety. Calian nodded, as thought to not worry – and asked,

“That thing they lost. What is it?”

“…A transparent bead, the size of a fingernail. I was told that I would know exactly if I checked with the new priest from Tensil.”

They must have had some sort of divine item. It would sell for a high price in Tensil where they were collecting such things and it would be worth making a fuss over if it got taken away.

It would also make sense for an elf to be able to feel the energy of a divine item and understand it’s worth. So Calian asked the next question,

“There’s somewhere you can go to meet them right?”

“I don’t think they would be staying here, there was white-haired elf so they probably chased after him.”

“Where are they from?”

“As I said before, I didn’t see their faces or know their names,”

As Calian was being disappointed at the thought that the man did not seem to know anything of importance, he heard the man speak up again.

“But… I did hear the nickname they used to call their leader,”

Calian gestured with his chin to mean ‘go on’.

The man frowned slightly as he tried to recall his memories and said,

“Blue Warbler – that’s what they called him,”

Ha.

‘Father,’