Chapter 37. None or once (5)
a little before that night.
Raven, who was obviously smarter than Marquis Evan Briesen, ate the carrots that she had grown just for herself, and Lucy went to Hina and got some well-prepared dried chicken, and Kirie, who was with Hina, tried to pet Lucy and got hit by her long tail. .
Arianne, who wanted to try mint tea, frowned and got angry, asking why people would drink something like this, and Teilan, who saw this, smiled and savored the mint scent.
Just around the time when Chase entered Devlan’s office and Plantz, who had finished lunch, was working, working, working.
– Sweet.
Calian put down the teacup with a small sound and burst into laughter. The loud laughter continued for quite a while, not even paying attention to the frown of Demirea, who was sitting across from him.
“Ah… I’m sorry for laughing, Demirea.”
“I told you about Marquis Evan Briesen’s rude words and actions. Are you laughing?”
When Dmirea asked this with a straight face, Calian, who was barely able to calm down, laughed again. Even though I had just apologized, I continued to burst out laughing so hard that I couldn’t hold back.
“Prince…”
Jan called out to Calian, who was laughing so hard that it seemed like he was out of breath.
If it had been Arsene or Planz.
Instead of asking Calian directly if he was laughing because it was fun, he would have looked at Jan. After that, he must have kept his mouth shut after seeing that Yan’s face was filled with the same worry as now.
Jan slowly shook her head towards Dmirea, who had not experienced much of Calian’s laughter. Demirea, seeing that, frowned slightly and then opened her mouth.
“I didn’t tell you anything interesting. I just told you about something unpleasant that happened to me.”
Isn’t this great little duke of Siegfried the kind of person who would care about the prince’s feelings or pay attention to his every move?
“Oh, I’m sorry. I laughed too hard.”
“yes.”
Moreover, as Calian’s laughter grew longer, he was not the type of person to hide the fact that he was becoming displeased.
“I laughed because it was funny that things went a little wrong.”
Demirea frowned once more.
“It’s weird that you laugh because things go wrong, but it’s also strange that you say it’s funny. I don’t know how to take it.”
Dmirea was someone who seemed to give Jan everything she wanted and brought out all the bluntness that Jan lacked.
Calian, who laughed briefly once more at the thought of how a person could be so blunt, explained that Kirie, who Lucy was particularly distant from, was not this boring person.
“I don’t think I’ll ever see the Marquis of Briesen act intelligently.”
Demirea asked after briefly gathering Calian’s words that flowed out in fragments.
“Because of me, the Marquis of Briesen was no longer able to act intelligently, so the plan the prince had made went awry. Are you saying that you laughed because it was fun?”
“If I say it’s because of you, it sounds like I’m blaming you. That’s not what I’m saying.”
Calian shook his head at Demirea, who had narrowed down his words with a skill that was almost miraculous, and added an explanation.
“I’m not blaming you for your actions in the meeting room. If I had been treated like that, I would have pulled out my sword right away, so I think you responded well and calmly. You did a good job selling my name. It’s a name that is meant to be used, so you can sell it as much as you want if necessary. are you okay.”
At these words, Demirea’s face became as if she was saying such an obvious thing.
“I know you won’t blame me. That’s not what I meant.”
Calian laughed again at Demirea’s words, which did not leave anything to be desired.
“okay.”
Now, Demirea felt that Evan had expressed a desire to meet Calian, so Calian should know about it, and since Alan seemed like he was going to take out his anger on Siegfried, she went to Chermil to see how the incident was resolved. I had just visited the palace.
“But did I repay you for all the bananas I ate that day?”
“Yes. You paid for the bananas.”
And before I could resolve those two matters, I had not yet paid the full price for protecting Calian in Siegfried’s mansion so earnestly, so what should I pay for the name I sold off while saying ‘a disgrace to my betrothed, Prince Calian’? We started calculating together whether we could do it.
“Then I guess it would be okay to deduct the cost of room and board that my older brother was staying at at that time.”
“Are you saying that you will deduct all of the room and board expenses of the second prince in one name?”
“You haven’t eaten much. I heard you haven’t slept properly. I think that’s enough.”
Demirea chuckled at the attitude of calculating the cost of the banana eaten by Calian, who had woken up from a coma, similarly to the cost spent by Plantz, who had his eyes open.
“Yes. I will calculate it to that extent.”
There are still a lot of things left to collect from Calian, such as the cost of the shield he raised that day, the knights who are watching on behalf of Calian, the search for a margrave candidate to replace Gray Brisen, and the price of the tiara he wore this time. It was a generosity that came from the thought that it would be okay to overlook it.
As always, when Demirea came, Jan, who had been sitting with her at a distance and saying nothing, sighed with an expression of disbelief. It didn’t seem right for our flower-like prince to make a deal like this when he couldn’t even give everything he needed, but he didn’t seem to have any intention of getting involved in their conversation.
“Okay, then the calculation is complete.”
Calian smiled at Yan and then got to the point again.
“You mean I don’t know what the Marquis Briesen will say to me?”
“Yes. I just asked you to tell me that I would like to meet you.”
Meeting Evan wasn’t that difficult. The problem was that Evan’s snout, which was lighter than a raven’s mane fur, caused him to make a mistake while speaking at the meeting.
“I am very grateful that Your Majesty thought of me…but this.”
If Evan was trying to get rid of Calian somehow, he would use that as an excuse to use the knife, but didn’t Lemain come out too strong?
“It looks like the Marquis is trying to save himself again without even scratching the surface.”
Like a mole in spring, glancing here and there on the ground before disappearing.
After taking a sip of sparkling water with a slice of lime and mint leaves, Kalyan lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. Then he opened his mouth to Jan.
“Jan. I want something sweet.”
Jan smiled and stood up.
“The raspberry fruit came in. Would you like me to bring it to you?”
“No, I just want to drink honey tea. Add a lot of honey.”
When he was with Dmirea, Calian tried not to have Jan as his attendant as much as possible. I have never had to ask for something else to be served instead of the tea I was drinking.
“Yes. I will bring it to you.”
Jan nodded willingly and went out without asking why.
Calian watched the scene behind him for a while and turned his head towards Demirea long after the door had closed.
“Shall we spar tomorrow? If time permits. I think I need to tell my brother something this evening, but for that, I need to save my Aurors for today, so maybe tomorrow.”
There was still a lot of time left for the originally promised date.
“No. I think I’ll have to see Brother Randel and visit the Margrave tomorrow. How about the day after tomorrow? Demirea, I’ll tell you a lot of things.”
“What are you thinking?”
Demirea asked, frowning slightly.
This was because I was suspicious of Calian’s attitude when he suddenly mentioned sparring first.
“You deliberately let your brother go out, but then you changed your mind midway and decided on a hasty schedule. You say that without even organizing your thoughts.”
Calian just smiled without saying anything and then told another story.
“Oh, and. Could you please find someone to replace Margrave Briesen as soon as possible?”
“Prince.”
Instead of answering, Demirea, who called Calian, took something out of her arms and put it down.
-Tap!
It was a beautiful tiara decorated with rubies and diamonds that made quite a noise. Of course, Calian gave Demirea away to be seen as the ‘Crown’s fiancé.’
“Hmm. Demirea.”
Calian, looking down at the tiara, said something playful.
“Are we breaking off the engagement already?”
“I am not interested in being the fiancé of the person who digs the grave.”
Dmirea, who had finally figured out why Jan was trying to stop Calian from being offended by his smile, answered like this and continued.
“After meeting the Margrave and deciding on a new Margrave, he suddenly tells me about the sword…”
Demirea said as she raised her finger and pointed out the window.
“It looks like you’re planning on hitting Evan Briesen in the neck yourself. Isn’t it too early yet?”
“It’s hard to tell you in detail, but things got a little messy, Demirea. I tried to wait for the Marquis of Briesen to dig the grave, but that doesn’t seem to work. If I just wait, something happens and I have to go hunting for a big snake.”
I didn’t tell you that I asked your father for help, but he refused.
“Someone far away is said to be hunting snakes, but he doesn’t really know what kind of snake it is. He says he’s careful, but I think he might get bitten if he peeks, so I have to step in. But to do that, I have to untie the bamboo shoots, which require a lot of work. “I have to let it go. So that’s it. The order doesn’t matter anyway and it always goes wrong, so I’m kind of used to it now.”
Demirea, who had given up trying to understand Calian’s ambiguous words, simply said what she had to say.
“Evan Brissen is strong. Just because you can see his auror doesn’t mean you have the upper hand in swordsmanship. If you touch Evan Brissen, the prince will die.”
“Oh, that’s what I always said.”
Calian laughed again.
“I’m not that weak either. And I won’t die.”
Even though he was Kalyan, he never thought of throwing himself into a blazing flame.
“I don’t think the person who created me sent me to die for something like this, so he’ll probably let me live this time too. If I erase it, it doesn’t look like he’ll let me die. Anyway, that’s right.”
Demirea, who had been looking at Calian with a look on her face as if asking why he kept talking like a doggie brother, tried to stop Calian once more.
“Even if you don’t die, you will be seriously injured. Even if you don’t get hurt, you will be held responsible for the crime of murdering the Marquis.”
It was a story that Calian already knew.
I measured it, made a decision, and calculated that I could handle it.
“If you’re not hurt, you can go catch the snake. If you’re hurt, you can’t go to the snake. If you’re trapped, you can use that as an excuse not to go to the snake. Your brother will take care of the rest, so that’s okay too.”
I know that if I ask what the hell that snake is and what it is, there is no answer. Demirea sighed, realizing that saying anything else wouldn’t work. They gave up on persuasion.
“… I will come the day after tomorrow afternoon. Instead.”
Instead of offering more words of dissuasion that wouldn’t work anyway, Demirea, with a hard expression on her face, picked up the tiara she had placed on the table and put it back in her arms. And with a murderous face, he spoke to Calian.
“If you let the same thing happen to you again, I will kill you.”
Okay, so don’t say anything scary.
Calian, waiting for the honey tea, answered softly.
“Dmirea. I must live well. So don’t worry.”
* * *
Sidi sour tangerine.
I thought it had that green tangerine scent that I would never forget that made me frown.
In the forest, there was a scent of green grass, and at the tip of my nose, I could smell the scent of sour tangerine.
– Pass on . Just go as far as you can. Don’t be certain.
Those are the words that you remember without forgetting a single word. Those were the
words he gave you when he handed you a sour tangerine, telling you not to think any more about the time you spent alone.
– Planz. Because it had nothing to do with you.
He was exceptionally sensitive to scents, and wasn’t he an unusually quick-witted person? So, when Kalian said that he was going to tell me something, but never go over the reason, the scent of sour tangerines immediately came to mind. ‘Like
. Is it because of the words or because of the same face?’
Planz, who was looking at Calian’s face with a frown, took a long breath. The
scent of tangerines was still there.
“I hope you’ll just let it go this time.”
That crazy guy was thinking of taking on something again. He asked me to just let him go without knowing anything. As I
was contemplating whether to just listen to him or say no, Calian spoke again.
“I need a good brother who listens, not a brother who doesn’t listen. Now.”
“Barking.”
Plantz, who had a habit of talking back to nonsense, frowned and looked at Calian. Instead of the mischievous smile he usually showed, he was smiling as if it were suitable only for Alan. “My brother
. ……”
What are you thinking?
Do you have a plan?
“Your name, brother.”
Calian, who said this, grinned and added,
“Can you please call me by your name? That’s easier to listen to. “Right now.”
Ah.
I think he’s crazy.
Please call me by his name.
I think I know what he’s thinking, but I told him I shouldn’t know, so I decided not to think about it. Anyway, I guess he went crazy again today. That’s why the smell of sour tangerines smells like this. I guess he’s upset.
The crazy guy is barking and barking, and he’s plotting something that will make me crazy. If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be my proper duty as an older brother to treat him like that? After thinking briefly, Plantz looked at Calian and answered
. .
“I don’t like it.”
That bastard’s patience is either gone or running out.
One side of Lucy’s lips, the color of the soles of her feet, curled up.
