How to Live as the Enemy Prince

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“I sent a spear of ice towards Bern back then.” 

Of all things – he had done the same thing. 

Calian smiled awkwardly as Arsen continued, looking a little apologetic. 

“My ice spear broke Bern’s sword.” 

Calian turned his head to his other side for a moment and looked at Kyrie, who was riding just out of earshot. 

Kiriye glanced back at him and tilted his head, confused as to why Calian would glance at him so suddenly with a warm smile on his face. 

Arsen, who wasn’t aware of Calian’s sudden warmth towards Kiriye, continued. 

“Furthermore, my ice spear has been able to penetrate the trunk of a tree.
As you’re aware of the strength of Bern’s sword, would this explanation be enough to help you gauge the answer?” 

“Yes that’s plenty.” 

It was true that Kiriye’s swordsmanship was outstanding. 

Not only had Calian been teaching him well, his own talent and effort were considerable.
In Calian’s view, excluding Yuran, he could would be able to hold his own even if he faced any one of Seigfried’s knights. 

Of course, it was still far from the ‘strong’ that Calian wanted. 

And if the ice spear was strong enough to only break Kiriye’s sword, it meant that this strength was also far from what Calian had wanted. 

“Hmm.” 

Arsen cautiously asked another question.

“Your highness, would it be possible for me to inquire as to why you might ask such a question?” 

After hearing that overly polite way of speaking, Calian put his worries to the side for a moment, and laughed a little. 

Calin had just realised when he had first met Arsen in this life. 

When the deceased was crossing the river, the one who was seeing off the dead and the one who had crossed the river of death met again.
He laughed at the irony once again. 

Back then too, Arsen was as polite as he could have been, despite not knowing who Calian was.
And being polite couldn’t be seen as a bad thing, but this overly humble disposition wasn’t exactly a good look for the future leader of Valkan either. 

Therefore, Calian, irregardless of his personal tastes, decided that this too-polite attitude would need to be fixed. 

As he was thinking, he glanced to the side and realised Arsen was still looking at Calian.
Only then did he realise that he had been asked a question and quickly replied, 

“Oh, since I can’t carry a sword around, I was thinking that I could try and replace the sword with something produced by magic.” 

Since he already had the magic circle he had made using aura already. 

“However, if even your magic can only be that strong, then it might not show much promise to create a sword from magic – I’ll have to think about it a little more.” 

Arsen could not readily reply to Calian’s words.
Of course, he could understand what Calian was worried about, but it wasn’t a matter that could easily be resolved. 

And since Calian wasn’t really expecting much of a solution from Arsen anyway, he simply allowed his thoughts to wander as his hands reached out to stroke Raven’s mane.