193 < Chapter 34. Because I couldn't lie, (1) >

Kalian's smile toward Demirea remains unchanged.

I made a perfect smile on my face without any blemish, and I drew the dark smile I really wanted to build with my fingertips.

"Demirea, this way."

Afterwards, you lead Demirea directly to her seat, which is now empty.

Demirea also knew very well that even the sound of a short breath and the look of a touch would have the same meaning as a stigma. Due to this, Demirea bows with a slightly smiling face and responds to Calian's hospitality. And I sat down behind him.

The hangover subsided.

The nobles gathered in Siegfried's coffin are struggling to understand and embrace the situation they are seeing.

Since the prediction that had been put forward so far had been correct, everyone kept their mouths shut because the day they had only imagined had come true.

"Earl Brissen hasn't arrived yet."

It is quite a distance between the two seats and the seat of the nobles. That's why Demirea smiled and said, as if to say a small hello. It was a very small voice that cared that no sound would spread in a static filled with loud rumbling than ever before.

Callian nodded in frustration to Demirea's "light greeting," confirming that there is no one here to stay.

"Yes, I know."

Who better to be than Kalian or Plants who just left here? Nevertheless, there were two princes before Demirea and Evan.

Of course, I told Demirea to do it on purpose. It was to capture the attention of the nobles who had already gathered in one place and to show off Calian's greed a little more efficiently.

"It's like you, but for a different reason. He'll be here soon."

Evan would be the same.

He wants to show that his influence and power are higher than the princes'. It was obvious that he was trying hard to ruin this place at the right time.

And maybe...

"Your Majesty!"

"· · · · · · · You want to say you have more power than the charge."

Demirea stands up with a slight nod, overlapping with the Knight's cry for Remain's arrival. Kalian also woke up afterwards.

Alan wasn't there.

I explained my intention to Le Maine in advance because it was a day that I could neither congratulate Calian nor not celebrate.

Le Maine, dressed in a dark grey suit with purple sensitivity and a black cloak that runs all the way to her toes, immediately walked towards Calian. Following his steps, the eyes of the nobles gathered.

- I blame you for your indignation and recklessness.

- I don't think I'm overreacting, like I always have.

- No, I think he'd rather be happy and happy.

The silent stories continue endlessly like a small bird's rumble. How will Remain react when he sees Demirea? So I said, how should we deal with our families?

"Happy birthday, Khalian."

Remain is beyond the expectations of the nobles.

Remain smiles silently and looks at Calian for a long time, telling him to celebrate his birthday with all his heart.

There was no need to distinguish whether it was really a birthday celebration or a celebration of successfully finishing this show.

"Thank you, Your Grace."

Kalian looks down, talking only like this.

After that, Remain greeted Demirea with a short, ordinary greeting, and looked at Evan's vacant position for a moment before returning to his seat. I finished a simple greeting with thanks to those who attended to celebrate Calian's birthday.

"Then, a toast to the Three Princes."

With Le Maine's short speech, champagne was filled in front of everyone, including Calian.

Callian smiles indistinctly as he looks at the bubbles rising from the bubble in the red drink and exploding repeatedly.

Red champagne that will look like Laflania's color when celebrating birthdays to others. However, no matter how much I looked into Calian's eyes, I could see only the colors that melted all of Anelucia.

Le Maine opens her mouth for a moment, not realizing her complex mind.

"In celebration of this joyous day when three great princes of Cairys were born."

Remain looked around for a moment, holding champagne in his hand that contained the light of flames that were both life and death. When Remain was about to tell Kalian what he was going to give in a powerful voice, he looked through the nobles who were waiting for a low voice to echo.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Your Grace."

Uninvited.

Since the king's banquet has already begun, one person's voice, not more than an uninvited guest or less, has stopped Remain from speaking.

· · · · · recently miraculously found · · in order to leave the distinction of identity and show off their own power.

"Earl Evan Brissen and Earl Lennon Brissen."

The one who arrived late on purpose so that everyone could see Lennon Brissen. It was Evan.

Evan and Lennon rush into the banquet hall, leaving behind the words of a Kaerra knight explaining who entered the banquet hall at their own pace.

- With Charles.

Pomegranate juice that has been placed for a long time before champagne was filled to celebrate your birthday. The ice that was full of it melted and sank a little with a clear sound. For Callian, the small sound of ice was heard much louder than the footsteps of Evan and Lennon entering the banquet hall.

Evan's eyes crossed over to Calian, standing with his waist stretched out, wearing a dark blue robe and a splendid platinum embellishment. This is why I was curious about how Lennon's face would change as a birthday gift from his own hand.

As if I could feel that look, Evan had a mysterious, transparent eye, like a pomegranate juice or a red champagne.

And soon I picked it up.

Lennon didn't even look at me like I was touching him.

Look at the degree to see who is coming in now. And I felt a little more interested in the pomegranate juice that was making a sound right in front of my eyes.

Evan immediately calmed down, raising his eyebrows for a moment because he didn't even look at Lennon.

'Course you knew that.'

As a matter of fact, I've heard all about Lennon. Kalian would have considered that they would appear together as if they were seeing such a dramatic day to celebrate Kalian.

Evan therefore turns his gaze away without greatly shaking his gaze at Calian's bold response.

The seat of an empty plant, and Demirea on the other side. A lot of the accessories on Demirea's head, in turn, caught my eye.

Demirea raises one more drink. I didn't even look at Evan. Evan's eyebrows twitch once more as he notices what is shining brilliantly on Demirea's forehead, turning his head toward Remain.

'That's why Plants is gone.'

Even Evan is a man who walks and talks on two legs. You understand that this fiercely prepared surprise party is pointless and you understand what Kalian is up to now.

'If you knew this, you'd better come quickly and watch them all from the moment they enter!'

Evan, who recalled his late regret, kicked his tongue. Lennon hears it alone and opens his mouth to Evan.

"Father?"

Lennon, who had locked me up without even knowing that he was my father, was "rescued" by Evan and was treated preciously as Golden Og, and was looking at Evan, Calian, and Remain with an unknown face.

Thanks to Lennon, who can't figure out the situation, Evan snaps to his senses. First of all, it was important to make sure that nothing embarrassing was ever seen in other people's eyes.

Soon Evan took his eyes off Calian. And I slowly walked to the vacant seat in front of the nobles. Apologies for arriving late were omitted as well as a proper greeting for Remain and Calian.

- Knock, knock, knock.

The tip of Callian's hand, holding the champagne glass, taps the glass.

I was holding back to not be angry at Evan's endless arrogance. For now, Evan wasn't the problem, he had to finish what Remain had to say.

So please, tell me quickly.

Calian looks up at Remain with these eyes. Le Maine glances at Calian and opens her mouth again.

"To Shrimp Freya Whitlin."

And only then.

"I will lay down my queen's throne."

A thunderbolt from the sky echoes through your gut.

The silent music stops, killing the sound. The champagne glass that was raised for the toast went down slowly. The nobles look into each other's eyes.

Am I hearing this right?

and.

- Knock, knock, knock.

Kalian's hand makes another sound.

No one knows how hard Kalian is trying to hide his intriguing face right now.

We should never be shaken by the commotion of the nobles. You must not like it or show your refusal in Remain's story. I had to look around with a bold, bold face.

'Who sits, who gets up.'

I had to check it with my own eyes.

* * *

There was one thing that was different and different.

One thing that is different is that when we call ourselves, we no longer use the strange and long title, 'Be Prince's older brother.'

"What brings you here at this hour?"

It came out of nowhere, and every time I put it on, I don't use it anymore.

"My lieutenant prince."

And what remained was that the person either became more calm or was not properly called "The Prince."

Arsenal has now removed Plants from the category of "Brother Kalian." To be precise, I'd say I took Calian from Randall and Plants' brothers, but I didn't want them to be brothers anymore.

Plants, who had become accustomed to the title that seemed to make it shorter or even weirder, replied without much response.

"Cold."

"Did you catch a cold?"

Arsenal takes a step back.

"It's packed with the new 100. Do not move."

100 new people, including an early graduate of the School of Magic, were added to the Wizards of the Balkans. Furthermore, Knights Karen and Raon have formally joined the Knights of the Balkans.

Thanks to this, the expected change was' busy '. I wasn't just busy, but now I was really busy.

"Shut up."

Plants, who didn't feel too good, took off his cloak, took off his shirt pin and tie, and threw them all over the couch.

He doesn't know where he left it, but he's good at solving things without any help. Arsen frowned and asked as he watched the shirt-wearing Plants walk up the sleeves, throwing the vest all over his jacket.

"Why did you come if you have a cold?"

"Work."

Oh, Prince.

Did I really do that?

I waged a war because I trusted that man who could hardly tell if he was short of words or short of character?

Arsen sighs deeply and sits in front of his desk, giving out a silent cry. It was his desk as far away from the low-lying Plants desk as possible.

As the Balkans grew in size, the anticipated change was busy, and the unexpected change was now this. That Plants' desk, which had been set up in the Knights, came into the inefficient administrative room without any furniture and was only spacious.

'My brother isn't very good at it, so he's quite gentle.'

Kalian's judgment was absolutely unbelievably reasonable.

Of course, things have increased enormously, and that two smart princes are doing things very quickly, so it is true that if two deputy commanders use the same office, the efficiency of the work will increase enormously.

But it's really too much to put two people who are more efficient and less alive in one office just by looking at their faces. I'm starting to wonder if it's right not to complain.

As if reading the thoughts of Arsenal, Plants turned irritated and said to Arsenal.

"Wizard."

"This is the X.O., X.O."

He opened his mouth again without even looking at Arsen, who had already told him about a million times, but who had never understood the title of Plants again.

"Get out."

The prince's banquet was quite gentle, and the wizard who was quite fierce replied with a calm face.

"This is my office, Deputy Chief."

Again, they were 13 years old.

Plants, unruly and disorganized, look at Arsen, raising his blade at a light green eye.

"Get out."

Afterwards, he added as he ran down the document with his shiny green eyes.

"Shouldn't you be celebrating my brother's birthday?"

It sounds like a birthday celebration.

Arsen looks out the window for a moment, staring at Plants with his eyes, "What the hell is that?" The brightest Siegfried coffin on the continent has come into view from afar. Arsen, who had thought about it for a long time, opened his mouth wearing a white robe that had been hanging on the wall.

"Happy birthday, Deputy Commander."

Deputy Commander Arsen Hertz of the Balkans. The golden bay leaf symbol that demonstrates its position shimmers briefly and fades behind the door.

With nothing to tell you, you just say congratulations, and then look back at the document as if nothing had happened to Plants that betrayed Evan.

* * *

The day Callian collapsed vomiting blood.

The ballroom was filled with a commotion that would never be less than that day.

Calian's eyes turn toward Evan, silent and looking ahead. Evan also looks into Calian's eyes.

Evan gets up from his seat and walks toward Remain. Even if Evan doesn't know what Freya's queen of all tits means.

One more step, one more step.

Calian's long, white fingers look at it and move as if drops of water in a glass of champagne were being poured down. Another transparent hose was created on top of the glass.

"Ah."

Remain did what he asked, and Demirea did her part. Plants left in a timely manner.

Moreover, you release the power of your hand at the end of Hosun, which Kalyan just confirmed that there is one more joyful thing to do. A glass of champagne out of your fingertips hangs in the air for a moment, then plunges to the ground. I fell.

- Chirping!

The glass falls on the marble floor and is shattered. Red champagne, like blood, spreads across the white floor.

With that sharp shout, Evan's mindless footsteps toward Le Maine stop. I stopped the noise that was spreading.

That way, Calian looks down at the red liquor pouring out of the ground, silencing the disturbance in Siegfried Coffin.

Now that it appears to be Laflania's light, Kalian smiles slightly, relieved of his thoughts about the old Kalian who had been pressing his heart all day long.

Evan's error.

"· · · · · · · Finally."

Bo.

Phosphorus.

C.