How to Live as the Enemy Prince

The Kyris Royal Family were the descendants of dragons. Or to be precise, the descendants of Hatsuara and Sispanian who were of the Eight Heroes that sealed the Evil Spirits in the War of Gods. 

She was thought to have been there since the earliest of beginnings, Sigmund Khan Sispanian was an ancient dragon and another of the Eight Heroes, and she married Hatsuara not for mere ‘entertainment’, but because it was the true desire of her heart.

In other words, Hatsuara was not the one that had taken Sispanian as his Queen, rather it was Sispanian who had chosen Hatsuara as her companion.

Sispanian hoped that Hatsuara and her descendants would be special so she blessed only their direct descendants with a heavenly gift. 

“The wound is still there,” Calian frowned.

The ability to heal and superior magical ability – as those were ‘Sispanian’s Blessings’, the wound on Calian’s palm should have healed already.

The wound from Franz’s knife had still not healed well into the evening. He initially suspected that Calian’s real father wasn’t King Rumein, but according to the previous Calian’s memories, he recalled that his wounds healed normally in the past.

Which meant that this was a recently developed problem. 

But that wasn’t the only problem.

“Calian …was a mage?”

Bern was a knight and not just any knight but one of only six Sword Masters on the continent. His old body was made strong from physical activity which was why, when looking at Calian’s skinny body, he couldn’t help but wonder if it would be possible to express an aura with such a body. 

So with that thought, he focused on his mana and was surprised to find that around his heart, there were already three mana circles. At the same time, knowledge of vast and previously unfamiliar magic began flowing into his head like water. 

It took him two days to realize that Calian was a mage, but every time he tried to use his mana a searing pain would shoot through his chest, leaving him heaving for breath. 

“It hurts when I try to use mana…”

He had felt it at the time when he caught Franz’s knife, but not to the same degree. At that time, the original Calian unconsciously tried to use his body and poured strength in his hand to block the knife. As a result, his hand was injured.

Calian once again tried to use his mana, but to the same result. He grimaced and clutched at his chest.

“If he has three circles at this age, then he had been diligently practicing.”

The frustration was that there was no memory of the painful symptoms before. Perhaps it began when Bern came to this body, or perhaps there was some other cause.

“This is a problem. I can’t use magic at this rate.”

Not being able to use his aura or magic was troubling. No, it was very dangerous. Realizing that it was not just a trivial matter he could set aside, Calian began to think deeply.

He needed someone to ask about this situation. Naturally, there wasn’t anyone in the palace who could give Calian advice on this matter. Calian fell into deep thought as he carefully retraced all the memories of the old Calian but the solution did not come to him until the evening, when he was sitting in the bathtub. 

The water had begun to cool down, and the magical device for temperature control uttered a gurgle, such a contraption was of course the work of mages. Calian’s eyes glistened as he listened to the sound.

“Mages…of course, the mages.”

Calian splashed the bath water with a hand as an idea lit his brain. 

“Alan Manasil.”

Alan Manasil was one of three 7-circle mages, and as the youngest, he was also considered the most talented and therefore was the most idolised of them all. 

By Bern’s time ten years ago – or the current present – Alan visited the city for King Rumein’s birthday festival. He didn’t know the details, but he knew Alan went to the palace dressed in shabby clothes. The guard at the gates prevented him from entering, and so the mage went to the Kingdom of Riverne. 

And about ten years later, Alan became the only 8-circle mage on the continent.

His knowledge of mana was unsurpassed, and so Calian was sure the mage could help him with this dilemma.

“It would be best if I could take this opportunity to get him on my side,” Calian murmured to himself.

The support of a powerful wizard was equivalent to the loyalty of a knight order. If Alan was on Calian’s side, then all the wizards of Kyris would stand by Calian as well.

“That way, I won’t have to face a silent dog’s death,”

No one could touch Franz’s life because of the power of Queen Silica’s knights. And his other brother Randell? His mother Aisha, the former queen of Kyris who had died of illness, was the first princess of the Holy Kingdom of Tensil. That made Randall part of the Tensil Royal Family, and his life was not something to be trifled with either.

If Calian had Alan by his side, then he would have that kind of influence too.That wasn’t all. There was one massive change Alan could bring.

Calian’s eyes narrowed.

“My name would be considered among those with the right of inheritance,”

Kyris discriminated against mages harshly, even though it was ruled by the dragon’s descendants and this was thoroughly orchestrated by Queen Silica – as she was from a family of knights. The mages were practically waiting for someone to overturn the situation.

What if those mages threw their support behind Calian? From then, it was clear that no matter what family backed Calian, the mages would be a far superior choice.

Of course, as Rumein was only thirty-seven years old, there was no immediacy for him to announce an heir just yet. It was still a little longer before the battle for the throne would commence, and it would be eight years later when Franz would become king.

Calian once again tried to call upon his mana. A sharp pain stabbed him in the heart, and he scowled.

“I’m going to have to meet Alan Manasil first.” Only then would he be able to take the next step.

There was a child Calian wanted to find. 

If Alan could save Calian, then Calian would save this child next. He would save him and turn him into his weapon.

There was only one month until Rumein’s birthday.

Calian’s scheduled death was around that time.

These events overlapped interestingly.

“I’ll have to hold on and wait.”

Splash. Calian splashed the water again.