How to Live as the Enemy Prince Chapter 13.2

Episode 3: First Meeting – Chapter 13 . 2

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

“How did you follow me?” Alan asked .

Perhaps this meeting wasn’t serendipitous at all, given that Calian, who seemed desperate for Alan’s help, came at exactly the right time . Calian wanted to try hide the fact he was sick before Alan asked him about it .

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 Alan could probably see through a lie as well .

“I was passing by on horseback when I heard the guards’ conversation . That’s why I came running,” Calian replied .

He could swear that what he said now was not a lie at all . He may have slightly twisted his words, but it was an honest answer .

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

“Because you ran . ”

At that response Alan chuckled . The boy finally said an answer that was suited for his age, but it still had a tinge of a grudge .

“Then why were you looking for me?” Alan asked again, already knowing that the boy was sick .

If the mage already knew that he couldn’t use mana, why bother asking? Calian did not answer immediately . Alan waited for an answer that wasn’t coming .

“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 Manassil . I need you by my side . ”

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 the Kailis Palace, and he could understand why Calian needed his support .

“Do you wish to block the wind or quiet it down?”

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 .

“I want to stop the wind now, and I do not want the throne . But if it’s the throne that’s needed, then I will consider quieting it down . ”

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 would be in the future .

Alan made a decision .

“Then . ”

He raised his finger and looked at Kailis Palace .

“Give me an invitation, please . ”

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

Calian smiled, and then stopped .

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

– Sarak…

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 head of the kneeling figure before him .

“Calian Rein Kailis,” Calian said gently . “I welcome my master . ”

The boy had eyes that didn’t fit his age .

His figure was quite small .

Alan replied to his pupil for the first time .

“I accept the invitation . ”

Yes, him .

He would save him .

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