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Arthur's performance was that far.

Rosa let loose a heavy attack from Arthur.

A stray attack stuck to the floor and crushed the ground. Arthur also rolled the dirt floor under his power.

Without a trace Rosa's sword reached Arthur's neck.

"Wow!!!"

"Wow!"

"Oh, oh!"

The children and the assistant, who were watching the battle from far away, cheered.

Rosa, who was laughing loudly, reached out her hand and raised Arthur up.

"My dear, it was a good fight."

"It was an honor for me to deal with you. "My dream is to compete with a teacher who will show his full strength someday."

Arthur's wounds were not deep. The blood soon stopped. Rosa softened Arthur because it was a contest for her student opponent.

"You can't just use the Circle of Advance, but the force on your sword is close to ether level 6. If you try a little harder, you'll soon be over the next hill."

"Thank you!"

"Just one thing. Make sure you fix the habit of taking one step too early before you attack."

Rosa added advice by dusting Arthur's clothes. It was a tone of thoughtful concern for Mr. Roh.

"It's good not to be afraid, but it's different from the real world. Those who lose their composure will lie on the ground first."

"I'll be very clear."

Gazing vaguely at the two people who are filming a great sports drama, Clayo was also lost in thought.

The common skill [circle of advancement] was a symbol of a senior examination of six levels or higher, and was the ability to shoot a sword remotely.

"There is no such thing as a wide area. Only, that monster's ability is less than six levels... There are over 30 people on level 6 in Albion alone. If it's a lower level than that, there are hundreds of people.’

I also understood that the level of scientific development in this world is irregular. Ether's power filled the ring that science had not filled.

The clocks in the cities along the train stations were timed with ether conduction instead of electrical signals.

In combat, they relied on prosecutors' long-range attacks instead of improving the performance of firearms and bombs.

'I totally understand that combat is that way. By level 8, the existence itself was just tactical.’

Clayo nodded to himself, recalling the heroic battle scenes deployed in the latter part of the last manuscript.

"If you use tactical nukes, you have a small field radius of 500 meters?" Within a kilometer, I was completely devastated. Eight-level Sword Master's Sword Master's diameter is 1km, so it's very clear. It's incredible to have that kind of power in a world where there are still wagons.’

Clayo, who was lost in thought with "Tardiness" turned off, only found Arthur approaching after his muddy boots came into view.

"Clayo! What are you doing here? Did you watch me fight?"

"Well, for now."

"How is it? I've been trying hard during the vacation."

"With two tries, you'll be a sodmaster before graduation."

"That's a compliment, isn't it?"

"You know… yeah, think as you like. I'm coming in."

"Wait a minute!"

Clayo, who chewed Arthur's dissuasion, trudged his way to the dormitory. Arthur immediately caught up with Clayo and interrupted his course.

"Oh, why?"

"Go somewhere with me."

"I'm tired now, so later."

"No, the ice will melt down and the temperature of the alcohol won't fit. Is that okay?”

"…what drink?"

Clayo, who had been soft, raised his head almost close to the spinal reflex.

Arthur smiled as if he knew it would happen.

When I realized that I was caught, some embarrassment came.

I'm not a behemoth.

"There's always a reaction to alcohol. It's a champagne made by blending the Mucatel and Glycina varieties, and it smells like Elder Flower, and it's really good.”

"Is it the one from the birthplace?"

"That's right! He'd be at the ball! Lyognes pays the entire output to the royal family. It's used for royal events, so it's hard to drink unless you have a prince as a friend. What do you think?"

At the King's Birthday, he had only one drink because he was searching the hall.

Arthur's words brought the taste back to life in his mouth.

Clayo, who recalled the gentle acidity and the elegant scent that brushed the tip of his nose, immediately turned the tide.

"Let's go. Where are you?"

It wasn't about tiredness or anything important.

On the evening of September, when late summer intersected early fall, the air in the forest was soft with the residual heat of the day.

The quiet atmosphere around the gate of the Ménemosine was the same, and the stalagmites surrounding the ruins were the same.

"I didn't know what this monument was before. I didn't know it was Gyeolgye-seok who was sealing the door of the Menemos....’

Even if they knew who it was, they used it to lean on their backs.

Standing on the gravestone, Clayo gazed with ecstasy at the liquid in the glass.

I could not get tired of the sight of several air bubbles crossing each other and dancing.

It was even better to taste it in a comfortable place.

If you want to conciliate Melchior, I'll send you a box of this with you... They send me clothes they can't even wear, so I can look after them."

Arthur, who filled his glass, returned the bottle to a bucket of ice water.

He left the liquor cold to drink after the fight, but he was a very prepared drinker.

"It's been a while here, hasn't it? The alcohol was delicious and fun."

"The end was very dirty. Don't you have eyes around you this time?"

"I've already looked around and it's okay today. Actually, I knew someone was there then, but... It was careless of me not to care because I was a student at the same school and didn't intend to be fat."

"Who is it? I don't have anything to do after eating."

"Oh, you didn't know? Fran Wight wrote the article. The crooked grey-haired spectacles student."

"What?"

"I've known him before, but I told him not to say anything. He's not the kind of guy who uses it as a joke."

"If it's not a joke. Do you have a grudge?"

"Why do you conclude that it's me?”

After emptying all the drinks, Clayo replied, shaking his glass as if to fill the empty glass as soon.

"Because I lived a life without shame. They don't send assassins, they don't want to kill a human being they call a friend."

"I'm done, Chet. Never mind. Anyway, the eldest son of Count Werner Nils Haydite, a royal poet, is stepping up efforts to shed light on the falsehood of his ruling class."

Clayo, who was only looking at Arthur's new drink, turned to the dialogue table instead of sleeping.

"He's... some kind of republican?"

"Probably a high probability? From what I hear, they seem to be doing underground work as well. There must be more solid evidence in Melchior's drawer."

Clayo missed the cup. It was the moment when the scream burst out in my heart.

What's wrong with him when he's supposed to be busy in the mining lab? This novel wasn't that kind of genre!’

The development and progress of history, of course, are great values. But what are you going to do with the fantasy of prosecutors and wizards?

If Arthur had not grabbed the bottom of the glass with a terrible reflex, he would have felt even more crazy by throwing away the precious liquor.

What is wrong with drinking?

Clayo kept drinking the rest of the liquor. It went right through.

Arthur could be dissuaded.

"Drink slowly. I'll stop drinking this."

"I can't take my time because I'm sick right now."

Suspicion deepened that the author, who was probably the motivation of himself and Minsan, added the setting that he had spit out after eating the wrong subject of "Civil Society and Revolution" to .

Of course, even this may be evidence of the manuscript collapsing, but it was frustrating because there was no way to know the truth.

"…you sometimes talk like a real old man."

"I'm your uncle, and I'm old, and I'm young."

I couldn't say that. So I just put on an expression, 'Is that right or wrong?' From Arthur's point of view, it was the standard clay face.

Every time Clayo emptied his glass, the sun gradually colored the sky, a bird that Arthur refilled silently.

The two men drank without a word. Arthur stole his luck when the bottle was about to empty.

"The last positive review hasn't worked out yet?”

“…….”

I was wondering when you'd ask.’

I still feel sorry for the drink, but the bottle is empty. Clayo put the empty glass down on the aesthetic corrugated stone.

'Yeah, we don't know who he is right now. Fran's the second question. Let's make an alliance with this guy first, and then we'll work on the next thing one by one.’

"Lastly, before we get on the same boat, I have a few questions.”

"As much as you can ask. I'd be happy to answer that."

Arthur lowered his posture and faced Clayo. The boy, wearing a sword worn by hard training, was turning into a respectable young man.

Arthur's serious and enthusiastic eyes sparkle passionately under the fallen sunset.

Clayo "remember" all the sentences of the manuscript that he used to modify the eyes of the 'main character'.

"The bluish light, the sea that never freezes, the will of our times."

Now I know. The expression that I thought was excessive was generally right. Because his eyes were like that.

Arthur was a much more vivid person than the writing.

A cool wind blew between the two boys.

The night gives a critical premonition. Here, history begins.

It was then.

A message popped up in the air between the prince and Clayo.

[—user intervention in narrative increases.]

Whether Arthur and Clayo were serious or not, "promises" did not discriminate between time and time.

"Ah."

The strangely solemn feeling faded away. The labor pains are broken.

NPC, which has to carry out the mission according to the guidelines, is not allowed to touch the resolution.

"I think I got a messenger notification asking me not to be immersed in the manuscript I see as work and to hit it on time."’

Anyway, in order to lead the development properly, you will have to check what the main character has learned about the preceding content.

Clayo continued the question with a rather bland manner.

"You did it before. I don't know the cause of other princes' work, but I know the result. The wicked have been done as you know, and the rest of the princes will see blood."

"I can't believe I memorized it... You have a really good memory."

"Stop talking nonsense and answer what I'm. What do you know about the future? What exactly does it mean to see blood?"

Arthur closes his eyes and opens his eyes as if he were making a silent resolution, and finally begins to answer.

"All I have is a few scenes. The first and oldest scene is when I raise my head on my knees in the king's hall. It was when I was four years old that the "memory" came to mind.”

The king's hall is the place where all the kings of the Albion received the loan, and Arthur also kneels there at the end of the manuscript.

To wear a crown.

"The illusion of the moment of the coronation....’

Clay checks the contents of the manuscript against Arthur's words. The scene is the end of the first part of the manuscript. It means that it must happen.

"My father wasn't as healthy as he is now, so he used to stand in front of others. I happened to see my father's crown the day I was honoring a lower aristocrat. I was so happy to see it that I shouted proudly. 'That's mine.' 'The word coronation was never known.'

"And that's why you had to leave the palace?"

"Yes, it was a sin of ignorance. And the little boy didn't know until he paid too much. I was waiting for a coffin to be placed on my head in my vision. It's a blasphemous story for a child born out of wedlock and three sons to talk about."

Arthur continued calmly without waiting for Clayo's answer.

"When I was a kid, I thought it was all a fantasy I saw because I was an unlucky kid and I was insane. Before the landslide in the Kishion Autonomous Prefecture.

I was afraid to stay in the main house of the Summer Star Palace even after I was exiled by the self-proclaimed spirit. She ran out of bed, cried and hung on the door, so she had to use a small separate house instead of the main house.

When half of the main palace collapsed in a landslide in 1981, the old bedroom we wore was also buried in dirt and rubble. If I were sleeping there, I'd be dead.

I was eight years old then.

I know what's going on and what was going on. What I've seen in my dreams, the ominous fantasies, are the moments in the future."