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"…alcohol. More than 40 percent of the concentration."

Clayo, who was lying half way in the chair, raised his head.

"If you conduct the ether in contact with the catalyst, you can carve an expression on the T-flume. It softens the nature of returning to its original form."

Oh, my God! Is that what it is?’

It was such a common catalyst that no one thought of it. Or it's a setup that the author made while drinking distilled liquor.

Fiction is a world where anything is allowed if there is internal consistency. No matter how absurd it is, all I have to do is play my part!

"So!?"

We have found a catalyst to use when carving the formula, but we have not completed a formula to stabilize the activation. After Robert was arrested, all the research materials were lost when my accommodation in the academy was burned down. After going through all that, I had no intention of doing my research."

"Am I assassinating or imprisoning or committing suicide, and I was the head of the organization in that mess, and it's like I'm going to do research or whatever....’

What the hell did the Melchior son do?

Clayo lamented the loss of the next generation of talent.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…"

"In fact, I wonder if the problem can be solved only by scientific means.”

Clayo buried his head in his hands.

'Well, I don't know anything about science, whether it's the other world or the other.'

Fran picked up a horse for a while, as if he had noticed that Clay would not understand what he was going to say. It was a somewhat relaxed tone.

"…you're a magician, so I'd rather explain it magically. For example, we need to create a magic school that combines [hardening] [continuing] [conduction] and [repeating]. If the five magical functions can be combined and imprinted, the ether activity will be permanent."

"But, Fran, man can't create a new law school.”

Under the setting of this worldview, the magic ceremony is a gift left by the goddess' daughters to humans.

No human being has ever succeeded in writing a new school of law.

I was getting more and more full.

"So I had a dream to write a formula inspired by magic. But now I don't feel any joy in studying. Every time I look at it, I see the faces of the dead on a blank sheet."

In a voice that was almost hushed from talking all night, Fran mumbled low.

The boy's expression was endless.

"Fran, thank you for telling me a difficult story."

"Even if I don't tell you, Melchior will figure it all out."

"You don't know if you'll doin' it or not. Please let me know if you need help later. I'll give you as much strength as I can. Don't be sick alone."

"How long will it last?.”

Frann, who buried himself in a chair, fell asleep as if he was unconscious.

He took off his glasses from the boy's face, brought a blanket and covered it.

I got the information, but somehow it was a bitter dawn.

***

The Winter Palace annex is empty.

Fran went back to the capital after a sickbed.

There are many things to deal with, but the biggest reason is that you don't want to run into Melchior.

The rest of the students left for the hunting ground. Of course, Lippi and Leticia took the lead with the most excitement.

Clayo feigned illness. Everyone believed me easily because I had a track record.

Clayo left the bed when the popularity of the accommodation disappeared.

I searched my luggage and took out a flask full of whiskey.

'I thought I'd need this, but I didn't expect it to be this good.’

And the most important material in the experiment was a palm-sized piece of T-flume.

I asked Arthur for this because I couldn't get away from other people's eyes.

'He's a master of climbing over a wall without a hitch.’

Arthur did not ask why, but he took a large piece and brought it to him.

There is a considerable distance between the Winter Palace and the mine, but I didn't know how to move so fast.

I've been stabbed a little,

'Anyway, the mine is royal, the research is by the mining bureau, and Arthur will have it all later, so take a piece out in advance.’

rationalize by

Then I opened the flask and drank a sip of alcohol first. It was all because I didn't want to pour it into T-Flume.

The smell of peat passed through the nose refreshingly and my head was clear.

I feel like it's going to work!’

I poured alcohol into a teacup and penned it. Instead of ink, he held a pen filled with alcohol and conducted the ether.

The circle did not open.

'This should be possible even for an ether who can't open a circle.’

I scratched all over the piece of T-flume.

The pen with alcohol without squeaking gently dug out the tea-flume.

You can do it works!

I tried again and again as a test.

A line was engraved on the piece as you scratch it. It was as soft as a soft soap.

The scraped spot became solid again as the ether and alcohol flew away.

"It doesn't matter if you use a regular pen to scratch the T-flume, and the mark should disappear quickly after you scratch it, but it's still there.’

Fran was also a genius.

It would have been nice if I could hand over the burned-out data to the Mining Bureau....

'Now, the catalyst's solved. Then the formula is the problem.’

Mado science played a very important role in the second half of the last manuscript.

They'll build an anti-aircraft defense system, and they'll do everything they can when they can process the T-flume..’

The problem is that Clay has no head to create such a formula.

"I'm black after common science! But you came all the way to this world, mado science!’

Then the answer should be found on the other side.

Can't we just use a new school of law, like Fran explains?

Clayo stroked his "promise" tightly on his left hand.

"You said human knowledge can't create a new law school, but the attributed item was given to me by the god of the world. Wouldn't it work?’

Understanding, the second phase of the promise.

The ability to "understand" the components of the narrative in depth also identified the level of ether used by others and unique skills.

Then, wouldn't it be possible to determine whether it's made of "understanding" if you use the correct magic formula to spin the ether?’

Clayo once drew the magic meal of [hardening] [continuing] [conducting] [repeating] with fountain pen on the paper.

Wouldn't it be okay to make the five magic schools simply overlapped like when using magic… It was a thoughtful remark.

"Understanding" judged only four magic meals as "magic" and "magic" as overlapping five magic meals beyond the number of clay's magical slots.

'My magic slot at level four is four, so I can't test it by expressing five magic meals at the same time. As I turn on "Understanding" and look into it, I have no choice but to look to see if this line is right or that line is right and look for it as an old man....’

I was at a loss.

There was a sense of remoteness that it seemed to solve math problems that were made to be solved by writing them officially one by counting them one by one.

It was a time that reminded me of the sad memories of when I was on the verge of blisters, even though I wasn't a blazer.

I skipped lunch and immersed myself, but things couldn't have gone so well.

It is even called a difficult problem. If it's a simple solution, the country's brilliant minds won't be breaking their heads.

'I think I threw away 300 pieces of paper. Sigh….'

But the harvest was not zero.

"There were some denominations that claimed that magic was just a form of text that we couldn't read, so this would be the right way.’

Six lines in a circle.

It was only that much, but unlike other lines, it continued to shine gold when it was injected with ether and looked at with "Understanding."

It was a hope that one day it would be done.

"It feels like I'm doing a 50,000-piece puzzle, but… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Clayo, who put down his pen, went outside to cool his head.

The wind was chilly as the sun rose.

Then, a familiar voice came from the palace's front yard.

"Aha! I won today! Sixteen!"

It was Lippi, a girl who ran across the front yard of the Winter Palace.

Lippi, who found Clayo, ran straight over here.

"Oh! Ray, can I get up? Doesn't it hurt?"

"I'm feeling better now..”

"Then come here. Look at my hunt!"

Lippi, who seized Clayo's arm with the spirit that had come running, dragged him away with a terrible force.

"Oh, come on. It's....’

When Clay was taken helplessly in front of the returning hunting grounds, he saw a pile of mountain animals in a cart.

The birds strung their necks side by side. There were rabbits and deer. The smell of blood and the smell of beasts came together.

The bullies and hounds looked as excited as Lippi.

"I'm proud of the little girl! Incredible!"

"You're so bright!"

"How many times have you been here before? You've improved your skills!"

"Thank you, Hahahaha! Look at Ray, I've caught all the rabbits!"

Riffy jumped onto the cart and picked up two big white rabbits on the top of them.

"These kids have very soft hair. The colors are similar. I'll give you Ray! You're cold! Make a rabbit fur muffler and use it!"

"Go, thank you....”

Lippi's eyes glistened.

It was like a little cat who wanted to praise the bodies of mice and worms.

Clay held out his aesthetic hand, causing an pupil earthquake.

He was saved by his hunting grounds.

"Hahaha! Lady, the corrupt master was surprised at the sight of blood."

"Come here. I'll get it all trimmed.”

Other students were returning to the palace, chatting one by one.

With a fine twist of the rifle, Rachel led Isiel and Leticia. The sports tweed jacket and long boots went well together.

The clothes were casual clothes, and there was Arthur with leaves on his head as if he had napped somewhere after leaving hunting.

"Lippy, Leticia, you two were better at driving animals than the bullies. How do you know each other's location so amazingly?”

"Oh, Arthur, you must have never seen it before. That's....”

Leticia shrugged as she cut off the cello.

"Where there's Lippi, it feels like a persimmon."

"I know exactly where Leticia is. It can be very, very far!"

"It's twin communication."

"So, Ray, did you get Lippi's gift? Where's the rabbit, rabbit."

"You said you were giving me thanks for playing with magic before.

"Hey, you're paying for the play."

Arthur and Cher, who had been taking everything, put Clayo in the middle.

"If I get paid twice, I'll be shocked... A hunting ground took the skin off."

"Are you surprised at the rabbit's body?"

"I knew the hunt wasn't my cup of tea."

"You're not going to be vulnerable and do your duty."

Chell made fun of me, but Clay fell on my ear.

The body was overflowing with what I saw yesterday.

"I'm not going to do the mandatory military service. I will definitely graduate in third place."

"Wahaha, good luck. So what can't you do? Our Lord Clayo."

"Don't do that, Chelsea!"

"Oh, how can I not give you the title of your honor when you are over-sensitive?"

Although they quarreled one way or another, the rabbits and pigeons that the twins caught were certainly delicious.

It was not as soft as the animals raised for meat, but it tasted great and had a different skin elasticity when cooked well.

Of course, Dasos was a great match for wine.

Clayo was embarrassed because he couldn't lie in front of taste.

***

next day

I ate well, slept well, and woke up well, but I kept making excuses for my illness.

I thought it was because I didn't want to go hunting, so the children agreed to Clayo's excuse.

In the meantime, Leticia gave her sister a lot of competition.

'Then Ray, good night. I'll get you a fox today! It's better to have fox fur than a rabbit!'

It wasn't for Clayo no matter how hard I looked at it, I just didn't want to lose to Lippi.

After everyone left for the hunting ground, the annex became quiet again.

I took out a new paper with a new mind.

Maybe because I rested well, I was in good condition.

Clayo turned on Understanding and opened Late at the same time.

Hope you can read anything out of the ether flow on the paper.

When I opened both functions to the maximum concentration, I felt like my head was spinning and my body suddenly popped.

At the moment, the flow of time was tangled.

In fact, it would have been only half a day.

The time passed was like a flash, like a hundred nights.

For that long time, Clay didn't remember how he moved his hand.

It was probably the author's intention to correct the direction of the world where Fran stopped exploring.

He added, rewritten, and rewrote the magic meal in a trance like dictating a trust.

Finally, I felt a sharp pain in my left hand with a terrible headache.

The "promise" was glowing, burning as if it were melting down.

Tuduk-Duk-

A black nosebleed stained the collar and paper.

'Promise' threw up the letters like a storm.

[—Increases user intervention in narrative.

— Calculating cumulative proportion of epic intervention plots (□□%)]

[—The user's narrative intervention also increases, opening up the 'appropriateness judgment' of the 'promise'.

—You can determine whether the issue is true or false, and whether the element is appropriate.

*CAUTION: 95% of the body's ether is temporarily consumed when using the function.]

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