How to Live as the Enemy Prince

Raven, who had been standing behind him, quietly stepped forwards as though recognising Calain’s condition. Calian, without even the ease to recognise the action – leaned against Raven’s body and gritted his teeth. He realized that his condition had been discovered before he could even have a proper conversation.

Alan looked at his trembling figure and nodded as if he had come to some understanding.

“It seems the closed door will not keep all of the wind out,” he said gravely.

He was uselessly good with his words. 

Calian glared at Alan fiercely, and wrenched back his hand. Alan relaxed his hand when he thought he would end up breaking the Prince’s skinny wrist if he didn’t let go and took a step back – it meant he would not attempt to touch him again. 

Calian closed his eyes for a moment and forced himself to quell his anger, finally when he spoke, he simply sounded resigned, 

“Haa…I would have liked a word of warning,” he sighed,

Alan discovered Calian was sick before Calian could even persuade him of anything – now there wasn’t much left to say. 

“Yes, you were right, I couldn’t stop the wind, at some point, I became unable to use mana,” Calian said, he couldn’t keep the note of displeasure from his voice.

Alan nodded, 

“It seems you were aware that something was wrong,”

But that wasn’t it – Calian had only mentioned his mana but the real problem was something else. 

‘I just came to see the birthday celebration,’ Alan thought.

In a country led by the descendants of dragons, the people had come to neglect mages. As he expected, it was a wretched place and he was going to leave straight away – but if he had done that, he would have missed this rare talent of a mage right under his nose. 

But now he was faced with something he didn’t expect.

“Hmm.”

Alan’s eyes fell on the statue of Sispanian, which was erected in the middle of the fountain. The words that had been repeating in the streets all day echoed in his ear.

– ‘The prince resembled Sispanian!’

That too, would be interesting to watch.

Alan looked at the statue of Sispanian and the palace once more, before turning to look back at the prince’s face.

“How was it that you came to follow me straight away?” Alan asked.

Calian clenched his fingers, this situation had turned into a prince, desperate for Alan’s help coming to chase after him at the exact right moment – it was too much to put his off as a coincidence like Calian had planned, 

‘In case that question came up – I had been planning to hide my condition until I had him on my side’

Calian pondered what to say for a moment. He couldn’t say, ‘I’m from the future and I knew you’d be here.’ But he couldn’t lie either since Alan would easily be able to see through that. 

“While walking on horseback, I heard your conversation with the guards – so I chased after you,” 

In the name of Serenti, he would swear that the words he had spoken were not false – it was a cheap trick, twisting and playing with his words – but the effect was the same and the answer was technically an honest one.

“Why did you run after me?” Alan asked, his deep gaze peering into Calian’s eyes.

“Because you ran.”

At that response Alan chuckled, he felt that Calian had finally answered in a way that was suitable for his age and thought he might still be a little disgruntled at Alan’s actions. 

“So, why did you seek me out?” Alan asked again, already knowing the answer. 

Calian did not answer immediately. He already knew it was because Calian was struggling with using mana so why did he bother asking?

“You’re asking why,” Calian started.

The reason why he waited for Alan without even looking for a healer. The reason why he left the palace even though he knew he would cause a commotion when he would return. It was obvious.

Calian straightened himself against Raven.

“Alan Manasil, I need to gain that name,” 

A small sigh flowed out of Calian’s mouth once again. Again, what he said wasn’t a lie.

“I think it’s going to be very windy soon.”

He was talking about the day of the assassination, but he couldn’t say anymore about it. It was better if it was understood as a quarrel among the princes.

Alan scratched his forehead slightly with his finger.

“I see.”

It wasn’t that Alan didn’t know who the prince in front of him was. He knew quite well who was holding the sword in Kyris’ royalty, and he could understand why Calian needed his support.

“Does your highness wish to block the wind, or stop it?”

As Calian expected, Alan interpreted Calian’s words as a battle for the prince’s seat.

Calian stared at Alan without speaking. 

Could he really trust this man? It was the mage’s gaze that confirmed it. The same light flashed in Alan’s eyes when he faced him.

A moment later, Calian delivered his answer in a calm voice.

“For now I want to block the wind but I do not want the throne. However, if the throne is needed for the things I want – then I do not mind stopping the wind completely either,” 

Dismissing the throne was quite arrogant coming from a boy with a dying body and nothing in his hands. Alan’s lips curved up in a smile again.

This was already fun. How much more fun it will be in the future.

Alan made a decision.

“If that is the case,”

He raised his finger and looked at Kyris Palace.

“Please give another invitation,” 

Not a three-day invitation to attend the King’s birthday celebration, but the right reason to be able to help him.

Calian smiled – and then wiped that smile off his face. 

His sharply glowing red eyes moved away from Alan as he bowed his head and bent his knee. 

His white cape briefly swelled up and hovered in the air, and soon drifted like a feather to the ground. 

Alan stared down at the back of the kneeling figure before him.

“Calian Rain Kyris,” Calian said gently, 

“I greet my Master,” 

(T/N – Teacher/Instructor/Tutor – Master is a bit clunky but it's accurate as well idk let me know what you guys think is the most natural) 

With such fierce eyes that did not fit his age – how could he have such a small back?

Alan replied to his pupil for the first time.

“I will accept the invitation.”

‘Yes, I will save you.’