How to Live as the Enemy Prince

“What matters now is not the status of the escort but the fact that they will be your highness’ escort – if there is someone willing to guard your highness, I urge you to bring them here, what matters of their status?”

After hearing Yan’s thoughts, Calian smiled and nodded, it was truly a ‘Yan-like’ response. 

“If someone is qualified to be a worthy knight, why not make them your attendant first and if the opportunity comes give him the title of knight?” Yan said.

Although Calian was royalty, he was not at liberty to confer a title as he pleased. Unless the person had made a great achievement for the country, he couldn’t increase one’s status as he liked. 

For that reason, in these types of cases the guards would generally accompany the princes as attendants before they were elevated to knighthood. 

“That sounds like a good way – let the Internal Affairs office know that I will take care of it,”

It wasn’t like he could proceed with it immediately, he had to find that child first and Calian wasn’t sure if he could be found in the capital city of Kyris.

“I will let them know,” Yan said.

“So is that all?”

“No, there’s one more thing.”

Calian nodded, allowing him permission to continue speaking. This must have been the most important matter because Yan swallowed hard before speaking.

“Um, exercise, your highness – the physical strength training, do you have to keep doing that?”

A week ago, Calain had imposed some exercise routines upon himself, it wasn’t particularly rigorous, only three or four laps around the man-made lake in front of the palace, and he couldn’t do much more than that.

Perhaps because he was not active much until now, but he felt more energetic than before. However, he also lost some weight, piquing Yan’s concern.

“If I do it steadily, I’ll be fine,” Calian replied.

It meant that he would continue. 

Yan gave a low sigh as if he expected this answer.

“I’ll talk to the chef and have him pay special attention to your diet. Breakfast can’t be helped, but you must eat your entire meal for lunch and dinner.”

Calian could manage that. “I understand. Thank you.”

Yan was starting to get used to Calian’s remarks of gratitude, and he gave a little smile. He then gestured politely at the door in indication that it was time to go to breakfast.

Ugh. Calian didn’t want to go.

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After finishing a silent meal, which was still a strange and unfamiliar affair, Calian went outside wearing a light suit. 

He had taken a look at the safe and was still astounded by the large amount of wealth that had accumulated the past fourteen years without a penny of it having been spent. 

He was going to exercise before the class started in the morning, as he had done for the past week. He wasn’t usually alone, as Yan would follow him. However, when Yan was pulled away for other tasks, another maid followed him instead. 

Her name was Marilyn, the same girl who brought in the mirror for Calian and called in the hairdresser. To his surprise, she could circle the lake three or four times without being out of breath once. 

That same Marilyn was now following Calian from behind. Remembering that she was the same one who wanted ‘tasteful frills’ he started jogging again, but no matter how far he ran, she kept a steady pace behind him. Calian bit his lips. 

‘This girl is scary!’

He would not discover this until much later, but Marilyn was the second daughter of the head of the capital city’s Knights Command, who defended the Kyris outer fortress. Even though she never learned to use a sword, when she was young she would run around Mount Tarun on the outskirts of Kyris every day.

After three and a half laps, Calian finally collapsed in exhaustion. Sweat dripped down his face like rain and he felt like his lungs were burning. 

Marilyn’s eyebrows slightly furrowed on seeing his sweaty appearance.

When Calian had first started exercising, he ran four and a half laps, and on the third day he ran four. Now he was down to three and a half. There seemed to be some sort of problem. 

Marilyn seemed to have noticed it as well.

“Your Highness,”

“Hmm?”

General servants and maids could not speak directly to the prince, and were required to communicate through a higher order servant. If Marilyn had anything to say to Calian, she was supposed to pass it on to him through Yan. 

However, some of the women had already spoken directly to Calian during his clothes fitting and since then, there would be times when they would take the initiative to speak to him. 

Of course, Calian didn’t take offense or issue with it, in fact, he liked that there were more people he could talk to.

“How about talking to the healer?” she suggested.

The healer was a priest from Tensil, whom Yan wanted to summon after Calian injured his hand. 

Calian knew why else he would need to call such a healer now too — his physical state was weakening. But there was also a reason why he couldn’t talk to him.

‘He’ll find the circles right away.’ 

Of all the stupid, frustrating acts that the old Calian had done, the one thing he had done well was hide the fact that he was a mage. 

It was a secret that even Yan didn’t know. He thought it would’ve been a good idea to tell his attendant, but Calian understood that he couldn’t completely trust anyone right now.

If it had been known that Calian could use magic, then he would’ve been killed even before Bern entered his body. Others would attempt to get rid of Calian before he was too powerful to handle. For the same reason, the current Calian had to hide the circles right now, especially since his mana wasn’t working properly.

Calian finished organizing his thoughts before replying.

“No need, I’m fine.”

Marilyn had a disapproving look on her face, but she didn’t say anything else. Calian got up from his sitting position, then forced himself to finish one more lap before returning to his room.