How To Live As The Enemy Prince

Cha Seo Hyeon - 자서현

Chapter 29 - I Mean No Harm

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Chapter 29: I Mean No Harm

They left the pub and walked for a little while to a secluded street. The moon was bright, but veiled in clouds. Moreover, the hour was so late that not even magic streetlights were on. It was dark, and there was n.o.body walking by.

Only then did Calian stop. Those who were quietly following him also came to a halt.

Calian turned around and stared at the two for a moment before untying the strings that was holding his robe in place. His black hair slid out.


Calian draped his robe around Hina’s shoulders. She was still dressed in clothes that revealed a lot of skin. Calian quietly tied the robe’s strings together for her and turned to Kyrie. Kyrie wasn’t in a particularly good condition, either. His s.h.i.+rt was tattered and covered in blood and sweat. Calian clicked his tongue. He took off his jacket and handed it to Kyrie.

Calian glanced at Hina’s ears that were peeking out from in between her long silver hair. “Did you cut them, or did they get cut?”

The scars at the tips of Hina’s ears looked as if they had been cut with something sharp—as if to hide the fact that they used to be pointed. Kyrie’s ears were not pointed. Even though the two of them were siblings, they looked quite different. Calian recalled Kyrie’s drunk mumblings about Kyrie resembling their father and his sister resembling their mother, although he had no recollection of his parents.

Kyrie and Hina were half-elves.

Hina flinched. Kyrie stepped between Hina and Calian as a protective measure.

“Thank you for helping us, but…” Kyrie said in a wary voice.

Calian hurriedly lowered his head. He was once again reminded of Kyrie from that day as his voice trembled and trailed off.

— This… is all I can do… to repay your kindness…

He felt happy, sad, thankful, and sorry all at once. Everything that he couldn’t possibly put into words all formed a teardrop and rolled down his face.

“Hahh…” Calian sighed and calmed himself down. He wiped his eyes and looked up. “Half-elf siblings. I heard from the people back there.”

Although he didn’t exactly hear it from them, they seemed to know about it. Calian used that knowledge to cover up.

Calian continued, “So you don’t need to be so wary. I mean no harm.”

As if it had been planned, a gust of wind blew across the three. The clouds drifted away and the moon shone upon them. A set of red eyes were gazing into Kyrie’s eyes.

Finally having seen Calian properly, Kyrie bowed hurriedly. Hina followed her brother and bowed without really knowing what was going on.

“Please forgive me, Your Highness. My oblivion caused me to cast unreasonable doubt,” said Kyrie.

Hina jolted visibly and bowed even more deeply.

“My name is Kyrie, and my sister’s name is Hina. We were orphaned when we were young, so we don’t remember our family name.”

Kyrie didn’t need to bow to Calian. Calian murmured a yes and raised them up by their shoulders. “So, did you cut your own ears or did someone else cut them? If someone else did, I’ll pay them back for what they did.”

Hina shook her head and touched her ears. She must mean that she had cut them herself. It wasn’t difficult to guess that she had cut them in order to look like a normal human. Although it didn’t happen very often in Kailisys, underground auctions of elves were still commonplace in more rural towns during this time.

“What about your voice? Were you born without one? Otherwise, I’ll pay them back for that, too.”

Hina chuckled and shook her head once again. She had expected a prince to be a very faraway person—as high up as the sky. Yet, she could tell that the boy in front of him was caring for her.

“She couldn’t talk since birth, Your Highness.”

“Anything else that needs payback?” asked Calian again, recalling Hina’s dress.

Thankfully, Hina shook her head for the third time and pointed at Kyrie. She was safe until now thanks to Kyrie.

“I see.”

— My sister chose death for herself.

A beautiful half-elf girl who owns nothing.

Calian had not asked him about the reason for her suicide. He could tell from Kyrie’s crumpled face as he blamed himself for everything. After Hina had killed herself, Kyrie killed everybody in the gambling grounds and ran away to Secretia.

“Thank G.o.d,” thank G.o.d that history hadn’t repeated itself yet. “I saw you on Astrisha Street yesterday.”

Kyrie seemed surprised. Others might remember Calian, but he figured that it would be difficult for Calian to remember everyone.

“You were looking at the knights, right?”

Kyrie was surprised once again. It was just as Calian had said. “Yes, that is correct. I was there yesterday.”

The Master of the gambling grounds had asked to see Kyrie, so he was out for a little while. Kyrie had only been watching for a short time before going back. Calian had recognised Kyrie in that short moment.

“Do you want to become a knight?”

Calian had asked the same question to Kyrie once upon a time.

—Do you want to become a knight, Kyrie?

Kyrie had left Kailis, broken by the reality that didn’t allow him to learn how to use a sword and having lost his only family. Back then, he stared Bern straight in the eyes and answered:

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— A sword. I wish to become a sword.

She shook her head.

“After how many days?”

Five fingers.

“Alright, good.”

Nod nod.

Hina nodded with so much energy, Calian was almost concerned that her neck might be sore. Calian had to stop himself from petting Hina’s head. Although she was shorter than Calian, he remembered that she was two years older.

Having told what he had to tell Hina, Calian turned around and pulled down Kyrie’s sword that was placed on Raven’s saddle. “Take this.”

Kyrie took the sword in the confusion of the moment. Its weight was just right for him to swing it around. Calian smiled contently. That’s right. Kyrie is only truly himself when he’s holding a sword.

“You won’t be able to become a knight right away. You’d have to serve as my s.h.i.+eld first. If you still wish to learn how to use a sword, come find me.”

Kyrie looked down at his sword, and back up at Calian.

“I promise to turn you into the best sword in existence.”

A sword that serves the prince. Kyrie couldn’t ever dream of it. He couldn’t believe any of this.

“Why… why do you give us so much?” asked Kyrie.

“I need a good sword,” answered Calian.

It didn’t take long for Kyrie to make his decision. Finally, somebody who recognised his desire had appeared before him. There was nothing much to think about.

Kyrie dropped and kneeled in front of Calian. “I’ll go. Please allow me to become your sword, Your Highness.”

Yes. I came here so that I could save my sword.

Calian smiled and pulled Kyrie up onto his feet.

And this, Kyrie, is how I’d like to repay your kindness.

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