3 < Chapter 1. This was a really stupid life (3) >

It was a strange and strange day.

I thought maybe if I opened my eyes, I'd be back in Cecretia or in the afterlife. The sound of Jan's bell failing expectations wakes Kalian up, and nothing changes.

"You had a good dream, Prince."

He sits down, enjoying his morning tea and returning the empty cup to Jan. After washing and brushing his teeth, he said:

"I'm going to cut my head off."

Yan dreamed of hearing it. Callian once again said, because it seemed like he was thinking that he heard it wrong.

"My head. I'm going to cut."

Kalian's two fingers cut his head in half. Jan never misheard Khalian. Yan straightaway replied, clearing his mind as to what was going on.

"Yes, Prince. I'll get right on it."

Not long ago, a royal hairdresser came to Kalian's room. He carefully holds the scissors in his hand and asks Kalian.

"Are you sure you want to cut it?"

Kalian's glabella frowns.

Like most knights, he was not fond of saying it twice. That's why I didn't like the situation of having to do it three times in a row just to get my head cut. What the hell does it mean to be punished so much? Callian points at the scissors and says,

"Should I cut it off?"

"No, Prince. I'm sorry."

And then the scissors started.

After hearing a few squares, I was able to remove the black head that was covering half my face stuffily.

Kalian looks up at the face in the mirror. It was not until I looked at my own face.

"Oh."

Kalian's mouth gives you a smile.

It is because I realized that the words "the rebirth of the goddess" and "the resemblance of Freya" were not false.

"Isn't this the great legacy that Freya left behind? '

Kalian nods, satisfied.

"You look great, Prince."

Jan also talked to Jan with his favorite face. However, Yan said in an increasingly soft voice because of the anxiety on the one hand.

"But I don't know if Prince Plants will go quietly."

"You're so grumpy with those eyes, you won't let go."

"That's why I'm worried. How would you react to breakfast this morning?"

"You said it looked good on you. That's fine."

Kalian stands up smiling.

"You can't keep being stupid because you don't like it."

It seemed to fill Yan's eyes. Jan looks surprised by the look on his face and the expression on his face.

What appeared to Kalian at that time was a confidence that had never been seen before. Jan feels uneasy about this sudden change in Calian. It's been a pleasure, of course, but...

"But I'm worried that you might get more angry."

"Don't worry."

Calian says he feels relieved for Jan, who is restless on the way to the restaurant.

"I'll take care of it."

Sitting in the cafeteria like that, Plants comes in shortly. Plants gazes inside the restaurant with his distinctive cloudy eyes toward the empty chair in Randall and then looks at Calian's face.

The thin green eyes glance down at Calian's red eyes. Kalian does not avoid the eye. I looked directly at Plants with my face uncovered.

It reminds me of a distinct look on Plants' face.

Plants then looks away from Calian's face. Jan quickly clears his surprised expression.

Are you done laughing at me? '

Truly unbelievable, Plants sat in his place without a word. Then I no longer looked at Kalian.

Kalyan's glances are slightly frowned.

Khalian was thinking the same thing. The Mad Prince sat still.

"I don't know what kind of pervert this is. '

Randall walks into a desolate place that looks like he needs to die right away. As always, Randall sits in a chair with the face of Khalian.

The meal was raised and the three of them focused on their own food.

Around the time Jan felt relieved to think that the breakfast would end without doing anything like this.

"Hey."

Eventually, things happened.

Plants only has one opponent here to open his mouth and call. And one of them continued to eat in perfect etiquette, as if he didn't hear anything.

When Callian doesn't look at her, Plants' lips twitch. It was always visible just before the temper head exploded. Yan's heart thumps and falls into his belly button this time.

However, Calian's expression, the party, was inconsolable. It seemed like it wasn't his job.

"Hey, bloodshot."

Plants chewed and spit again.

Calian looks at Plants a little later, thinking about ignoring him again. When Plants tries to say Moore to such a Khalian, his mouth opens first.

"Kalyan."

Calian, who quietly told you his name, photographs the sliced bread with a fork and speaks in the same voice as before.

"· · · · · · · · · ·"

A reaction to this came from Randall.

Both hands that were moving quietly just stopped. Randall raises his head and looks at Kalian, who changed his attitude one morning. But that was it. It's because I wasn't in the mood to think about Moore. Randall soon resumes his meal with his hands moving again.

"Ah."

Plants' mouth twists and rises. He closes his eyes very slowly and decides for a moment how he should react to the sound he hears. Then he looks at the knife in his right hand and lowers his voice.

"Yes, we should. By name."

"Yes."

Calian's answer flows out immediately.

Soon after Calian started drinking water, he heard the tip of his knife tapping against the table.

And there was no blood on Jan's face.

Is this what you think you're doing, Prince? Where does it go from "on your own"? '

Plants smiles again.

I thought like a child, so I drew a scarier smile.

Plants then throws the knife in his right hand straight at Jan.

- Saab!

The wrath of the Kalian is on Calian's acolytes.

Suddenly, Yann's arm comes up to his face and stops.

If you stop it, it's because Kalian thought the next time he was going to be angry. Jan closes her eyes instead of covering her face.

At the same time, Kalian's arm moves.

- Tak!

I put down the glass of water in my hand and grabbed the flying knife again, which was faster than Jann closing his eyes. Plants' gaze stayed on the water glasses on the table for a moment.

The water is not shaking, even though I put it down in a hurry.

Chip, chip, chip.

A red drop of blood falls from your hand, tightly wrapped around the dull blade of the knife.

Plants saw that, he said.

"Oops."

Jan's eyes peered back at Calian, his hands, the knife in his hand, the blood running down the knife, and Plants' smiling face, as if it were a clock dial.

It felt like I was losing my mind.

It was not because the knife flew in, but because this situation was getting so big.

Calian rises. He picks up the bloody knife and lays it quietly in front of Plants. Then he looks at Plants and smiles at him.

"I'm fine."

The meaning of the word was really strange.

Don't worry about the injured hand, or whether it's okay to forgive Plants' rudeness.

Or both.

A few drops of blood fell on Plants' clothes.

Kalian walks straight out of the restaurant.

* * *

It became afternoon when he soothed Jan, the seventeen crying boys who said he had a scar on his hand.

When I came to riding class, I saw that I could ride a horse, and the pony was waiting. Her round eyes are so gentle that she frowns.

Kalian hasn't said a word yet. It's because the previous Khalian was very afraid of words. When he remembers that, he covers his face with his palms in shame.

"Do you have any pride in that, Brother Kalian?"

Plants.

Kalian looks at the side of his voice.

Plants, sitting on a silver horse with a clear lineage, stares down at Calian. Kalian shows an example with a blank expression.

Plants' eyes glide across the bandage wrapped around Calian's hand. Then he laughed again. Calian's glare flickers when he sees it, but he turns his gaze to avoid further provocation.

Then I saw a horse that caught my eye. It was the second word that Plants dragged out. Kalyan looks at the horse's appearance naturally and is greatly impressed.

'That's a very good thing to say.'

It was a black horse with white fur only on the ankle of its right front leg. A well-guarded mane and tail hair were scattered. A well-caught muscle and a slender body were telling me it was a better horse than what Plants was riding.

"I was so stubborn that I wanted you to train me."

He was so violent that he'd never been on a plane before. But Kalian's eyes do not fall off the horse. The tail of Plants' mouth rises again. He speaks to Callian.

"I'll give you a ride if you can. If you can't do it for me, I'll get an apology from Brother Kalian for what happened this morning."

Then Jan took a step without me knowing. I was worried that I might fall off my horse. It flashed back into Plants' eyes.

because it bothers me.

I tried to stop the knife this morning. You're trying to get in front of yourself.

As if I were the sheep and the acolytes who could protect Callian.

Callian notices that and stands in front of Yan. After bringing Plants back his gaze, he calmly replied.

"I understand."

Soon, Calian slowly walks in front of him.

Calian slowly walks to his side. Perhaps he learned from Plants' personality or was angry with his eyes. He was determined not to give up his back.

Calian smiles deeply at the sight of such a man.

The smooth eyes changed quickly.

Live.

It was the eyes of the person who had cut off someone's life indefinitely.

The creepy gaze that seemed to see itself as a few tens of people, not just one, was not something a three-year-old horse grew up with in a good environment could tolerate.

The eyes of the walking horse were very shaken.

Soon, his eyes turned round like the previous pony. Then Kalian's eyes redrawn the arc line.

In the end, he refuses to let Callian in the saddle. Only Plants who knew his personality couldn't be trusted.

Jan feels moved, knowing that he has never practiced horseback riding before.

"My prince, you have learned horseback riding! '

It was Jan who still believed that Kalian had seen the knight novel. So you just have to say you have no idea.

Callian slaps the horse's head in silence.

"Raven. Your name."

Black, and a big crow.

Raven blushes at the new owner's words, knowing the meaning of the name. Looking at it, Calian turns his head to look at Plants.

"Thank you."

Somewhat sincere. It's a process. I got a good word for it anyway. Callian adds a note to the good feeling.

"Brother Plants."

It was a very intended word.

Plants' face is rigid.