103 < Chapter 20. This time (5) >

Callian clutches his chin with elbows to his knees.

The long fingertips of the non-hooked hands tapped the table.

- Knock, knock.

Arsenal's office was very short.

There was not a single plant in the common painting. Desks and chairs and couches and tables were all there. Compared to that, the size of the office was also quite large, so it sounded quite loud to say small things.

Thanks to this, there was a small reverberation at the end of the tapping table, but Calian didn't really care. Because there was no one.

Now, Kalian is waiting for Arsen.

I've been waiting and thinking about Randall.

"What was so urgent?"

Callian mutters, disappearing.

It was because I didn't think a day filled with thoughts about Randall would come so soon.

When I think about it, it was not difficult to understand why.

It was just that Callian wasn't taking it very seriously.

Randall is now eighteen years older than Callian. I didn't have long until I was twenty years old. So before that, it was a decision.

Should we be pushed out of our seats or should we leave Cairysis?

Be the count of three and stay in the palace.

'Or die.'

That's why Calian once again smiles at you, deciding to understand something rather than understanding Randall's movements.

- Knock knock.

Arsen returns with a knock at the door of the Oval Office. He comes inside and sits across from Calian on a document that looks like a couple of pages.

"What is it?"

"Captain Manasil has ordered me to deliver it."

Arsenal reaches out to Calian and answers.

"Here's the list of the eunuchs from Tensylvania, and the information of the priests who had previously stayed in Cairis."

"It must be the data you gave me, not the teacher."

"Yes, that's right."

I didn't have to leave both lists on either side.

All the existing synagogues were included in the list of synagogues that were to come now. So Malcolm Chetish was also on the list of the synagogues he was going to visit.

"It's on the visitors list, but it's not really there."

There was a lot of ignorance about how wizards collect information that was not wizardry. There were probably some wizards hiding around to make sure there wasn't a priest named Malcolm. No matter what method they tried, thirty people would have stolen each other's calls. and confirmed that none of them would ever be called Malcolm.

Therefore, Euria's information is more accurate.

"I almost got over it."

In fact, I wouldn't have used this method if I hadn't noticed that it was strange.

Soon, Calian raises his head and looks back at Arsen. The paperwork was from Alan, and there was something else that Calian instructed Arsen to do. It was related to the black shift under Arsen's eyes again.

"What happened when I asked you to check?"

"Yes, Prince. I watched the late Lord Brissen's house all night, but no one in or out in particular."

With Calian working with Plants, I thought Randall might reach out to Evan.

However, after the dinner, I was unable to meet Euria immediately, so I urgently asked Arsen at the Wilhelm Coffin. So by now, the people of Euria should be checking out those sneaking around the Marquis's house.

"It is clear that the High Septon is fake, but there is no trace of a meeting with the Earl of Brissen."

Callian takes a sip of tea and clears his mind, looking at Arsen and saying again.

"Tell him I have a favor to ask of him."

"Yes, Prince. What can I tell him?"

"I want you to ask Randall if he knows anything about this."

"You mean now?"

Arsen asks with a questionable face:

Ever since I started arguing with Plants, Arsenal's expression of courtesy has gradually changed. Perhaps that question would have lasted a lot longer if it had been the same.

If you think about it, Arsen was wearing a half-horse when he attacked Bern. Perhaps it was also related to Plants. Suddenly, Calian smiles silently.

After checking the time, Calian nods and gives you a late answer.

"The time has not yet begun for a special occasion, so you should be able to talk."

"Forgive me. I asked because I don't know what Prince Randall is about yet, not in time." It's a little early to tell Prince Randall that you've been feeling strange around here. "

"I misunderstood. The identity of the priests."

"Yes, it is."

Soon, Calian's face caught a smile that resembled Plants.

It is a mockery that indicates that you have roughly understood Randall's intentions.

The look on Arsenal's face was disgusting.

Plants often met with Calian and thought he had taught him something strange.

Khalian unfolds three fingers, which you will never know the inside of an arsen like this. Then he folded them one by one and explained.

"Surprisingly, it could be the true Faith. It could be a tax wrist. Could be an assassin. Or him."

Callian shakes his head and tells Arsenal.

"It's convenient to think of it as one of the three."

In fact, the fourth time he kept it a little bit off his mind, so there was no need to mention it to Arsen.

"Anyway, my guess is it's harder to narrow down what you're planning to do with them. I'm just trying to get them to tell me themselves."

"Are you trying to set another trap?"

"You're the one I'm good at."

The funniest thing in the world is to see what's caught in Calian's trap. Arsen's eyes were filled with interesting colors.

"I took care of my grandson, bought him diamonds, sent him salt. This is how we repay our gratitude."

Hearing that, Arsen looks odd. What Kalian was referring to was Tensyl's king. It's not Randall.

Arsen bites nervously.

"Are you trying to catch Prince · · · · · · · · Tensile?"

Callian smiles and replies.

"I hate war. So this time, I plan to avoid it as much as possible."

At that moment, it was not that Arsen couldn't catch the tensile, but that he hated the war, so he couldn't catch it.

Not really. It's Callian.

It's just a little complicated to set a big trap. I thought that just because Kalian is in the Prince's position, there's nothing he can't do to start a war.

In any case, after thinking about it, Arsen didn't have much meaning in what Kalian said about avoiding the "this time" war.

"Think about what my blood will do to you if you keep running off without knowing the topic. It's just a warning."

After seeing Calian's expression, Arsen realizes for a moment how good a decision it was to choose to live a lifetime while pretending to be Calian.

That's how Calian stands up.

It was because there was a place to go and someone to take me there.

Then, suddenly, something comes to mind, and Calian opens his mouth briefly.

"Oops."

"Have you forgotten something?"

Calian pauses at the door and turns back to look at Arsen. And with a pretty meaningful face, he said a mixture of jokes and concerns.

"Brother Plants, don't break the black. It's precious."

I don't want to say that I was studying what to do because it looks like it would be hard to break it.

"· · · · · · · Yes."

"And..."

Callian smiles as he looks at the arcene and adds one more thing.

"My little elephant was whining about something he didn't get from you."

· · · · · · · A.

Arsenal pulls out a slow pocket of money.

* * *

Callian originally liked black clothes.

The old Khalian hates to be seen, and Bern can't stand the sight of blood.

That's what Callian still does. I enjoyed wearing black.

I don't remember how Plants used to be. Kalian didn't need to know what color the enemy's older brother liked.

She didn't even know that Plants had suddenly started wearing bright clothes.

I know that now.

Now I know exactly why.

That's why as soon as Raleigh, Plants' acolyte, closes the visit, Kalian's smile bursts. Calian opens his mouth after laughing for a long time.

"Let me change the name tag. It belongs to you, except my name."

And then you put it in the arms of Plants.

'I am Prince Kalian's cat.'

You point at the cat. Plants looks back at you with a look on his face about what to do.

"Don't bark."

Perhaps the only person who would smile so loudly in front of Plants would not have bothered to say this at all was Kalian.

Soon, Plants, who dropped the cat, looked at Kalian and asked.

"Why else?"

Why are you here again? Where are the famous acolytes? They're laughing and laughing. Anyway, don't smile. Tell me why you're here and get lost. It was a horse with an imprint on its back.

"I have somewhere to go with you."

Plants frowns.

We could've gone to dinner together once. Where else would we go?

"I'm going to see Earl Brissen. on a horse."

Plants hears Calian's words and thinks about something without saying it for a moment. Then he smiles and figures out what's inside of her.

"You're bluffing."

As expected, Plants is smart. Kalian laughs.

"Yes. Two princes are on their way to see Earl Brissen. If you show up on horseback, Randall will see it, too. It's too obvious."

Randall must have thought that if he saw his two overly obvious sisters' actions.

- It's a deliberate act to annoy my nerves.

If he realized that they had been made up on purpose, he would doubt that the two of them were together at the dinner the day before. In that situation, Remain calls Randall and asks him about the High Septon.

Then Randall would think that Calian was suspicious of the identity of the High Septon and, on the other hand, pretended to be working with Plants on purpose.

"After that, I'm going to visit Brother Randell's room tonight. You've been thinking so much about me all day, you don't have to explain so much. I just want to say one thing."

"Let's work together and hit Brissen first."

"Yes, that's right. I'd like to join hands with you and start with Brycen. Then everything I learned about what Randall was hiding will be kept quiet."

"· · · · · · · · You won't refuse."

"I think so, too."

Because.

"He's anxious to put me in his hands."

Kalian smiles and talks.