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There was no way to get a clue, but I was frustrated when the complicated situation got worse.

Clayo, who had tears from his still lingering headache, turned his head and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

"Well, you look really bad. Would you rather go home?"

"I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, Crown Prince Degradation."

"Then may I ask you a few more questions?"

"…Yes, please.

I was annoyed to deal with someone who couldn't say no, but Clayo worked hard to make a face.

Now was not the time to confront this ominous and bizarre prince.

"Your father is a baron of Gideon Asher, and I don't think he's ever heard of his mother."

"My mother's name is Telma Asher, and she gave birth to me 17 years ago and died unfortunately."

"Oh no... I'm sorry. Arthur, too, lost his mother at a young age, may have considered you like a brother."

"Brothers? Please take my word for it."

Tilting his head with his fingers under his chin... A 27-year-old young man who was fit to do clearly looked back at the list of names in his head.

"Tell me... yeah, I remember now that I heard your name. She held several wonderful banquets at the capital's mansion."

"That's something I didn't know. I'm glad you told me about your mother."

"Even the royal family went to the party. She was very sensible and beautiful."

The intent of the fire was not to share memories.

He continued to collect Clayo's response with almost dissecting eyes.

At this point, it was clear.

If you ask your mother, not your father, you suspect that Clay himself is an illegitimate child of the royal family!

"If only they weren't the only ones who didn't work my skills, it would have been logical....’

"I see. I always felt sorry that I had no memories of my mother, but I feel lucky unexpectedly."

"I'm glad to have given you joy, too. Arthur is a child who rarely opens his heart, but he sticks to you and feels like he's got a motivation."

Clayo also smiled in a friendly way, but his smile without acting must have been awkward.

Inside the stuffy clothes, I was soaked with unsuitable sweat.

Come to think of it, King Philippe must be a dwarf.

As a prince, he did not even hold a wedding ceremony, and saw Melchior in collusion with the women of the common people.

After his ascension, he married Juleika, the princess of the Bruneen monarchy, to end the border dispute, and was crowned queen.

However, even after winning the princess of the royal family as a queen, she couldn't stop and touched the goddess and saw Arthur.

'Yes, you deserve to be suspicious... I'd be suspicious of him, too.'

Why Mrs. Telma Asher is a genius party planner and a beauty that puts her son in trouble after decades.

"I'm already about to bite my brothers, and I don't want to get involved in that.’

I tried to get out of the corner of the slope, but I couldn't move.

It was then.

"You've been wandering, Ray!"

It was the first time that Arthur's loud voice was considered welcome.

Arthur tapped on the shoulder and sent Clay behind him as if he had blocked Melchior.

"Long time no see, brother!"

"So, it's really hard to see your face."

"Hahaha. What can I do to see my naked face, but your face still shines!"

I could see the fluffy hair standing on the back of Arthur's neck under the guise of a touchy attitude. Even the hero without the scariest thing in the world is afraid of that Melchior.

"Brother, if you're too late, the ballroom will be flooded with tears from the guests who've been waiting for you."

"You're still a good talker. He's gotten stronger. The other day, I was sad not to see you when I visited the military camp of Kishion, but I'm glad to see you."

"I hurried to see my friend, and I was so mixed up!"

"Yes. I was also very happy to meet your friend. But since we're not done talking, why don't we step aside for a moment?"

Arthur's veins stood on his neck. I could hear a gulp of swallowing, as if something was about to pop.

Clay held the boy's arm lightly, restrained him, and stood in front of Melchior again.

"Yes, go ahead. I don't know if I can answer correctly as a student."

Melchior gets a strange impression from a skinny, weak-looking boy who faces his eyes straight.

"I heard you're a really good student, Clay. I've heard that such achievements are difficult to see once in a century."

"I'm getting a lot of praise for my small talent. I'll do my best to keep up with the training."

"He is so talented and diligent. I was worried that this talent might have been affected by my life and grades by hanging out with my accident-prone youngest brother."

Clay was full of energy. "What's the concern?" The fact that the youngest was given a wizard seemed to bother him a lot.

In the end, Arthur interrupted.

"No, sir, what are you talking about? He's such a brilliant student that he ignores me, too. I mean, what's the impact of a person who doesn't even listen?"

"Haha, you guys are really good friends. It's good to make friends. Even though they were disciplined and became close friends. Arthur, I won't ask you to do well, so don't break the prestige of the royal family."

"I'll try from next semester, sir."

Both brothers had facial expressions equivalent to smiles, but no one in the space accepted that it was a laugh.

Caught in the princes' quarrels, Clay read the string of "promises" rather vaguely.

[-The user's narrative intervention is increasing rapidly.]

The same message came up one after another, making the corridor look brighter.

At first, I thought the "promise" was broken. But it wasn't.

The message overlapped not only when Arthur opened his mouth, but also when Melchior answered.

Since there were two princes of the Kingdom of Albion, the intervention of the narrative seemed to be a double reserve. It was the least welcome point in the world.

It means that we're getting involved.’

The daily life that was peaceful ends in this dark corridor.

"I mean, it's my father's birthday. It's all an excuse. Are you going to be so cold-hearted when you're invited to see your brother?"

"Yes, you have a point. It's rude to keep the VIPs from afar waiting longer, so I'll go alone. You must help Clayo get home."

"Sure, there's no way!"

"Thank you. It was an honor to meet you."

Melchior, who was looking down at Clayo, who quickly added greetings, sent the two boys away leaving room.

"You look bad. Go back and take care of yourself. Then again, let's see."

While waiting in front of the carriage, Isiel was embarrassed to see Clayo's sudden deterioration.

Clayo, who appeared under the auspices of Arthur, could not stand on his own.

Isiel, who escorted two Knights of the Kishion, helped Clayo's other arm and got into the carriage together.

Clay lay in a ragged state in the seat of the carriage.

I had a headache because I tried to defend Melchior's "unique skill" and even turned on "Late."

Isiel supported under his neck to make it easier for him to breathe. Then I was thankful to press my forehead with my cool hands.

There was silence in the carriage all the way out of town. As the Asher mansion approached away from the palace, Arthur, who had been quiet until then, spoke.

"What do you think of my crown prince degradation in person?"

Cleared up, Clay answered, looking across from Arthur in the opposite seat.

"I'm scared."

Arthur seemed surprised by the unexpected answer.

"Wow, you're great, too. Strangely, you're good at people. Everyone's been fooled except me and Aslan."

"I'm not going to be fooled. That kind of appearance..”

Clayo's thoughts were cut off intermittently. I didn't know how to express my voice and shape, so I didn't know what to say.

That alone fully conveyed the meaning. Arthur was told by Clayo, who had not finished.

"Almost a power."

"…yes."

"I knew you and my brother would meet, but do you know how surprised I was to see them caught in the middle of nowhere? Why are you rubbing it against my palace? Melchior got you."

"I'm not going to go, I'm lost. And then I saw the portrait, and when I was there, your brother....”

With a muddled head, Clay replied awkwardly.

Yes, portraits. A portrait of Minsan was there. Her image, which can't be mistaken about anyone else. With a name you don't know.

So many things happened in an instant that I forgot.

"A portrait of an archbishop?" Were you interested in religion?”

"I'm not interested in religion.”

"And the Archbishop? Are you interested in the Holy Father?"

"Not really. I'd like to meet you at least once."

Whether she really is Min-san or just a person who imitates Min-san, whether the author knows her or what relationship she has with herself. I had so many questions, but now I couldn't keep thinking.

The carriage rattled into the street lined with mansions. At the end of the street, the Asher mansion appeared.

Arthur, who checked the location by rolling the curtains, quickly followed.

"I'll make sure to meet you sometime.”

"Do you have the ability to do that?"

"Hey! I'm still a prince."

"Yeah, good luck. I'm looking forward to it."

"Wow, I can't believe you're telling me you're expecting me. I'll do my best."

"…to have a meeting with the Patriarch once, and to get something for the price."

"Oh, I got caught it's not free.”

"You don't get caught singing to be on your side all the time."

"That's true. Did you change your mind after watching Melchior today?"

"What's changed? I've been looking at your proposal positively for a long time."

I felt that Isiel's body, which reached under his neck, had solidified. As if to relieve his headache, his fingers that stayed on his forehead stopped.

"Wow!"

Arthur stood up a beat late and banged his head on the ceiling of the carriage. The horseman slowed down the horse, thinking something had happened.

"It's nothing. Let's keep going!"

As Arthur opened the window and shouted, he rubbed the top of his head and smiled brightly.

Arthur, who laughed so much, was not a face that looked like a prince and a brother, though it was a far cry from him.

Even though the colors were completely different, both had blond hair, blue eyes, and physique.

Of course, the way he spoke, his voice, and his movements were all different.

"That's a damn royal ball. What a great harvest."

"I haven't written a contract yet. Don't waste it in advance."

"We're almost there if we've got a positive review! I'm so happy."

Arthur, who sat randomly on the floor in front of the seat where Isiel and Clayo sat, spoke with a still full of laughter.

"-I didn't have to kill you."

You don't even look like a toe.

'Crazy, why is the story so out of place?’

Holding back the dizziness, Clayo managed to sit up. After bowing to Isiel, I turned on "Late" again.

He examined Arthur in a completely new mood.

I thought only the first and second princes should be careful, but the main characters who should be just had a dog-like twist.

"Tell me again, Arthur Riorgnan."

"I'm glad I didn't have to kill you. If the sorcerer, who is going to level eight for the first time since Jebedi Fusis, would have had to cut the buds while I could deal with them with my own hands. I really didn't want to point a knife at my friend."

"I think I've made it clear before that I'm not going to be on their side?"

Arthur, still sitting on the floor looking up at Clayo, looked as bright as a boy.

"I'm not saying you're lying. To be honest, I didn't think Aslan was going to stand up to a stiff-necked guy. The problem was Melchior. I was so nervous that you might get caught up in him, I had a cramp in my leg."

Arthur's nervousness, of course, was understandable.

There are two "unique skills" attached, and most people can't resist.’

Even under the protection of "Promise," the skill was barely defended, and others must have been helpless.

"And you're thinking of killing a classmate you've been treating so well?"

Arthur continued enthusiastically over Clayo, whose expression was stiff. With the joy of finding a rare comrade, his face seemed to shine.

"Even if the whole world calls my words false, now you know the truth. I'm so glad that Melchior's trick didn't work for you.”

Arthur's heart was steady as late as night. Arthur's statement that he didn't want to lose Clayo was sincere. I just made it clear that I could sacrifice my personal friendship for the sake of authority.

'… maybe this kid grew up too rough, but he didn't socialize.’

Instead of questioning Arthur further, Clayo just sat back in his seat.

"The moment you face a man who hates and who speaks ill of Melchior, you lose all your words. Even Queen Julaika can't say mean things to your face? Now I know why."

"Yeah, he's a great guy. But if you have that ability, why do you have to work on a wizard that's still a student?"

"I was sure that Melchior would be interested in a wizard who wasn't a pacifist.”

"What do you mean interesting?"

"Melkior has everything, but he's behind in his power. The Knights of the Royal Capital Defense are nominally part of his father, and Aslan has the Knights of the Duke of Krüll and the Southeastern Guard, but Melchior doesn't have the right powers."

"You have Tasserton Tristane, your henchman. What about his knights?

A rooster of "Remember" snapped out a part that did not match Arthur's words.

"You don't look like that, and you're very keen on this. The land of Tristane is the northernmost, so the people of the capital don't know much about it."

"My father is a trader and a shareholder in a railway company. What's so weird about it?"

"You know one, you don't know the other two. Even though I'm doing it today and tomorrow, the Duke of Theo Tristane is still alive, so Tasserton is still Confucius. You can't give orders to the Knights."

‘!!!’

In the last manuscript, it was the Duke of Tasserton, who led the Knights from the beginning, so I didn't know that such minor and decisive changes would have occurred.

"…even so, it would be faster to conciliate the knights of the Royal Capital Defense Corps than to dwell on a sorcerer who may rise to level eight at any time?”

"They're all regulars. They all love Melchior. But Knight Commander Pierce Klagen thinks his mother is warm to Melchior, a commoner. In front of Melchior, he's so fascinated that he's going to take out all his liver and gallbladder, but if he can't see it, he's saying something else. I don't know how scary he is....”

Another possibility came into Clayo's head. Wouldn't "the rescue of the liver" and "attraction" also shorten the sustainability of senior prosecutors with high ether levels?

In the last manuscript, a prosecutor appeared who was able to break down the opponent's "unique skills" as the ether level rose.

'This guy, Arthur Lyognan.'

"So how would the rank-and-file knights go against the driver's will?”

"That's why you're trying to appease a student who doesn't belong yet?"

"Not only that, but Melchior is always interested in weird things. I thought you were waving the bait in front of him.”

Yes, let alone what the real identity of the man was, one of Melchior's curiosity unintentionally aroused. He's suspected of being a different brother.

"I can't believe I'm a weird person who doesn't get possessed by me. What kind of a person is that?"

"Hahaha, right. The foreign ambassadors to Albion soon became big fans of Melchior, and the majority of the common people, the business community and the young people of the aristocracy supported him....”

Clayo understood the end of what Arthur had not said.

'-I don't know what he's gonna do later.

I don't know the world, but Arthur is also unconsciously aware of a possible catastrophe.

Clayo, exhausted, crumpled in the corner of the seat with his head wrapped around.

"…I'm surprised at your nerve to ask me to side with you in the midst of this.”

"But what can I do if this is the way to go!”

***

When Dione saw Clayo, who returned with his hat nowhere to go, ribbon disappeared, and well-dressed clothes soaked in sweat, he gave a sign.

The tutor, who didn't ask anything, quickly took a bath and put Clay to sleep.

He skipped meals and slept like a sick man again.

I found out an unexpected fact about the author, and it was a lot of mental overload because it was against someone like Melchior and bombarded Arthur with excessive information.

After barely getting out of bed, school began the next day.

The dinner table on the last day was enormous.

Clayo, fed up with a high-fat diet that seemed to clog up his arteries, touched only a little soup and roasted duck breasts with orange sauce.

Mrs. Canton was disappointed, but Clayo had a reason why she was full without eating.

'My land documents. I'll take them to school.’

As things turned out like this, my heart became stronger about the land. No matter what the princes do, no matter what the war is, the land will not disappear.

Unlike when I came back from school, I needed a large suitcase to go back. It was to put in the safe.

Underneath the bag, a safe was placed on the floor and wine from underground sellers piled up in the empty space above.

"Give me a behemoth, and I'll drink."

Regardless of whether Clayo packed his luggage or not, Dionne made a fuss about sticking to the behemoth and touching it and not wanting to break up with it.

"I can't, why don't you and your sister go home?"

"Ewung, Ewung, Ewung (the main grave now has to go back to take care of the area of the main tomb).”

"I miss our nails!"

Dionne took his hands off after tying Behemoth with a new tie.

Then she looked alternately at Mrs. Canton's school uniform and Clayo, and tilted her head gently.

"Oh, Clay. Try on your school uniform now. This won't fit."

"It's only been half a year since I got it right.”

"You're growing up. Don't nag, come on.

I just did as I was told before Dionne raised her eyes.

But he had a ghostly eye. The sleeves and pants have become vaguely short.

His knees seemed to have grown taller every night when he fell down tired from making magic.

It's been so long... You never imagined growing pains.’

There were only princes, prosecutors, well-built and handsome people around him, and there was a little resentment about the author, who thought he was too reckless in setting his appearance as an NPC..

Considering Gideon Asher, it was fortunate that he would be tall even if he didn't expect a good appearance.

I've never been handsome before, but I wasn't short. I have to live with this body all the time, but it's too much if I'm short.’

Dionne called the maid and pulled down the hem of her dress as soon as possible. I have to change my school uniform soon."

"Wasn't the tutor work over when the vacation was over?"

"I extended my contract with your father. The top of the room still shows no sign of coming back. More than anything else, we'll have to keep seeing each other, and it's better to have an excuse."

"And of course, you keep getting paid for your tutor?"

"It's ridiculous not to receive it when you can."

Dionne laughed covering her mouth. She has always been a nice girl with a consistent attitude to life.

"By the way, do you leave all the gifts from the Prince Haun?”

Clayo's hand, which looked like a light dinner, stopped in front of the remaining wine bottle.

While Clayo was sleeping like a dead man, a gift of thanks for his presence arrived at the Asher mansion. The items the prince personally sent were not a common return, such as cakes and writing instruments.

A large red box was still spouting its presence in Clayo's bedroom.

"How can I take something like that?"

"That's true. What did you do at the birth of your son?"

The ark, which was stamped with a magnificent seal and accompanied by a card written by the crown prince, contained colorful robes and ceremonies accordingly.

The royal family's surname is embroidered on the sleeve's cover, and all buttons are pure gold, and the conquest, which combines red and gold, seemed to be noticeable even from a hundred meters away.

Dionne, who looked at the size and condition of the clothes, said that the prince looked like a robin he wore as a child.

"It is to emphasize friendship and legitimacy that the Rignan royal family inherits the robes of his superiors..”

"I didn't have enough money for the royal family, so I thought I'd have used clothes for free."

"You don't think so? In the first place, it can't be worn unless it's royal. I'm being held accountable."

"Then the sword of the Prophet would be a problem, too, right?”

"Yes, it's because there's no apparent sign."

Dionne flicked up the knotted ephod and made a wonderful appearance. Then he saw the day revealed on the gas lamp. He recited a short sentence with a small lip engraved on the sword.

It says on the day, 'He who knows the power of praise, will enjoy permanent power.' Lyognan is a royal sentence. It's a knife that can't be sold because it's stuck in there. It's a decoration for a prince to make an official appearance."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Clayo, who grabbed an empty wine box, made a sick sound without realizing it.

"Isn't it time you started telling me?" What happened with the crown prince's downfall.”

Dionne, who had put the sword into the box, sat down in front of Clayo.

Seeing his eyes glistening, he must have been very curious about the new story.

"It's complicated to explain… To conclude… Prince Melchior suspects that I am not an out-of-wedlock son of Philip. This return was sent in an attempt to sound out my or my father's response."

"Ah-ha-ha. What?! How did it happen? I would know if I had eyes. You and the gidion baron are completely taken out of the face."

"Because it doesn't matter what it looks like....”

"What's going on with you thinking of you as a brother? Oh, I'm dying of curiosity!"

Clayo was at a loss for an answer.

Suddenly, he said, 'The prince reads other people's minds, and later...You can't even talk like a cult preacher.

"…I'll tell you everything when the time comes, so please wait a little bit."

"That's the time!"

Dionne grabbed Clayo by the collar and pushed his head right in front of him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Clayo Asher. Let me be clear on one thing."

"You can say that a little further away....”

"Shut up. There are servants in the hallway."

Dionne's eyelashes were seen fluttering, which was somewhat unhealthy.

Dionne tied up the fallen clay with all her might behind the brawl. Then he opened the circle.