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How many times a day do you say that?

"Crazy."

When Callian told him to go to Wilhelm's Coffin alone, he should have expected this to happen.

- Wizards are not mad at you for drinking.

- I know.

Plants then clearly said he knows. Callian asks what he knows about him and Plants does not answer.

- I'll teach you.

From the moment I said that, I already knew that Kalian's attitude towards him would change somewhat. It's not like you don't know what Callian is. Nevertheless, I overlooked it.

If I had known that the teachings were so fierce, I would not have said, 'I have something to think about, so I won't go to Wilhelm today.'

- Well, get some rest.

A little while ago, after the meal, without further ado, Kalian went out for a walk to the sponsorship. After meeting the cat and Hina, I got up to go back to Chermill.

But then, right now, I felt like I was about to tear someone apart. It was Kalian's.

The crazy brother in Wilhelm's coffin is reaching for the life he feels in Chermill Palace. Plants climbs up the horse and runs straight to Wilhelm.

It's too late to know what thoughts Kalian had in mind and who he was angry with in front of Balkan.

Pretend you care about Balkans, pretend you don't care about them, pretend you don't care about what they've done wrong, pretend you don't care about the two deputy commanders even though you have direct responsibilities.

They're angry with Plants for what he looks like.

I'll get them all if you don't mind.

I'll get mad at you all I want, and I'll destroy you all on my own terms.

After stepping off the horse and into the Wilhelm coffin, the dark door of Plants leaks out in a voice so loud that no one can hear it.

"If you're going to be angry."

If you're gonna be mad at me, just be mad at me.

Don't be irresponsible. Just talk.

Don't spill it all over there!

* * *

While sitting in the Oval Office, Alan stopped his arm for a cup of coffee.

"· · · · · · Our prince is more angry than I thought."

Unlike the relaxed words, I have a sharp glow that is always trying to draw strength because I belong to a sharp side. It was because I lived.

The Arfia Palace and the Wilhelm Coffin are not far apart. This is why it feels so intense.

But it's a little strange.

Calian is definitely a life-controlling person. It's been a long time since Khalian's been able to lead such an unrestrained life.

Alan tilts his head and mutters, strangling me with a tense neck.

"I thought I'd end up angry and scolded, but maybe it's too much."

You can also punish them if you need to. He had sufficient authority to do so, so he tried not to interfere. So it was Alan, who was guarding the palace of Arfia, not the coffin of Wilhelm.

But now this is beyond the scope of punishing and punishing. Those who encounter this energy in front of Kalian feel a genuine threat to life.

Alan's shoulders hardened as far as he could think.

It reminds me of Chase's pale face, who recently visited Alan's office.

It was the day Chase encountered Arsen.

"Really?"

No way.

Maybe Callian can't handle the anger now.

Even Chase couldn't keep his emotions to himself. Moreover, today is the day Chase left Cairosis. I met Balkan in a situation like that.

Alan comes up with this in his head.

'Why didn't I think of that?'

Allan hurriedly left the administration room, blaming himself for not feeling much relaxation. If Allen's right about any of this, I had to get there before there were just 50 bodies in Wilhelm's coffin today.

And one more thing.

There's no way Ren escorting Remain isn't going to feel this overwhelming, so he needs to make sure he doesn't go to Wilhelm Coffin first.

- Hiccup!

I can see someone in Alan's eyes who opens the door so quickly.

Alan's feet stop steadily.

And before long, a hollow smile leaked out. It's because I saw someone I didn't think of.

I finally realized that I didn't care who came here because I was focusing on Calian's unprecedented life.

"Ah, Earl Manasil."

Curly hair with round, blue and bronzed eyes.

It was a baby elephant yarn.

Jan turns to look at Allen in front of Remain's office, no matter what he has to say to Raul. He then opened his mouth after a simple funeral to Allan.

"You can wait. The prince has asked me to tell the erl."

There was no other explanation, but it was enough.

Already expecting Allen or Len to make a move and let Jan go first. That means that living an extraordinary life is never a mistake.

I feel like I've been dead for a while.

Alan sighs for a long sigh of emotion as Jan looks naive, unable to feel anything. I knew I'd be worried about Calian, but I realized I still often forgot who he was.

"Our Prince · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Not Callian.

that there was only one benefit to one thing.

A swift white horse that looks out the window in the corridor, and Alan, who sees the one sitting on it, clenches his tongue.

"You have such a broad-minded mind."

Alan walks back into his office as if nothing had happened. Then I took out a cookie and put it in my mouth.

Eline's cookies were taken from Remain.

* * *

There are idiots and morons in the world.

There's a good psychopath and an answer to no psychopath.

And, of course, there are smart people and good people.

This is the criterion by which Arsen distinguishes people.

Of course, there are those who are not worth dividing by that standard, such as Earl Evan Brissen or the Grey Brissen Change Bag, but they are not regarded as' people 'by Arsen.

By the way, Raven was classified as a decent psychopath.

Most people were not smarter than Arsen, so they did not build a classification other than "idiots and idiots," but they have created a class of people who are currently smart. Alan, and the unexpected intelligent life plant that goes beyond Alan.

And there's only one of the good guys.

It's Callian.

I don't know when it started, but there was always Kalian in the classification of "good people" after the deceased teacher. I never once questioned myself about being so discriminating.

"· · · · · · · Prince."

And now Arsen was looking at the good guy with very anxious eyes. Following Calian's movements with your eyes, you continue to endure the cold magical forces that are about to concentrate at your fingertips.

Kalian's life was so dark.

'It's not going to hold much longer.'

Wizards, of course, are all madmen, but they're just as sensitive. I thought the wizards couldn't hold out much longer.

It would be better to pick up the sword or use magic. I'd rather break a piece of bacon than die right now.

"My prince."

That's why Arsenal once again summoned Kalian.

Kalian doesn't answer. I didn't even put that life into it. He stares at the wizards, his expressionless face unchanged.

After all, Arsen, who couldn't wait, took a step forward to step forward with the thirteen wizards. Then Calian's head returns to Arsenal. When Arsen didn't take a small responsibility for what was in his eyes, he had a heart that said, "Oops."

"Kalyan."

The voice that has been sinking ever rises to call for Callian.

There are only three people in the palace who can call Calian by his name.

One of them, Two-Man Plants, walks in front of Calian.

You stand between the wizards and the Khalian, exactly.

"Enough."

Calian turns his gaze and looks at Plants, which stands between him and the sorcerers. Life was not hidden, and Plants was also a nervous face. It's the first time Plants has seen something like this.

Plants turns slightly to look at the wizards standing behind you. At least half of them had a face that seemed to settle down immediately. It was a boring face.

After examining them, Plants turns his head again to look at Kalian. There was a voice that sounded like giving up or losing.

"I understand."

A brief expression flashes across Calian's face and disappears. It was so complicated that even Plants could not immediately determine its intentions.

I don't know whether it's pleasure, anger, sadness, joy, sadness. Or a face that looks like it's all mixed up. Calian nods, looking at Plants as if touching his face.

Shortly followed by a short answer.

"Yes."

The razor-sharp life disappears like a lie.

Along with him, Kalyan opens his mouth to the wizards.

"I'll only take the Balkans with me until I die. I don't need a baby."

"Yes, Prince."

The wizards immediately replied.

No one sits back or grumbles at Calian because their lives are no more.

"If you're going to get drunk and get into trouble, put my name on it."

It also meant not to strike unless it was an accident worthy of Callian's name. Just like Arsen did.

"I understand."

Wizards are different from knights.

Their loyalty is different from theirs. They are blind, dedicated, but don't know when and how. It is never possible to force them to do so.

Because they're walking around like they know what to do.

So just a few laps in the training ground, like Kiri did, can never change their perception. I need you to show me how much power I have, what I can do right now, and where I can hold on to it all.

They're very rational wizards.

"I'll stop any accidents you put on my name. Because I have the power to do so."

Not the dark-haired and red-eyed ones they like so much. Real power. You have to go through it yourself to believe it.

So now the eyes of the wizards who are looking at Kalian are shining. I just found out that Kalian was a man who sinned on his own breath. Now I really believed it.

I won't make the same mistake again in the future.

Calian looks at Plants for a moment.

You keep your gaze on Plants and make your way to the Wizards.

"This is real responsibility."

Don't try to avoid it shyly. Just do what you're doing and protect it.

Because that's your responsibility in your position.

· · · · · · Plants.