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Arthur was surprised, embarrassed, and sorry.

Yes, it was a face of apology.

I think I'm the reason why my brother is involved in this.

Looking at it, I could see why the main character had to be a straightforward character in most of the fiction.

"It's good to read books like the villain of mysticism, but if you live as a person around you, it's better to be a simple and loyal protagonist."

"Don't even joke about that. They say they can't find anything buried in the King's Forest forever. The darkness of the forest swallows anything."

This time Clayo's head nodded in a different sense.

'And of course, Melchior believed in something.’

It would have been hard to clean up the body in a capital with a tight eye.

The radicals of the "flags" got the wrong place.’

No, it is highly likely that it was a trap to invite students from the Capital Defense University to the "King's Forest" in the first place.

Pran stabbed, set up a trap, encouraged researchers. You're an efficient prince. You're a very efficient worker.’

How many bodies there are buried in that forest.

When I thought about it, suddenly the animals I caught yesterday looked different.

"And where they're all... Do you want to catch an animal?"

"What are you talking about after eating all the animals you caught there?"

"Hey, how can you remind me of that now....”

Clayo, who was in the worst condition but was sick to his stomach, lay down on the floor without being able to dance.

I couldn't even eat dinner, but I felt like I was going to die when my stomach turned to death.

"My pride was that I didn't get gastritis even if I drank heavily while working late at night....’

Even Arthur didn't wake him up, so he tried to fall asleep as if he was faint, the coldness of the stone floor caused him inside his clothes and opened his eyes.

Arthur, sitting right in front of his nose, was lost in thought.

In the midst of squeezing blood, no, I was so tired that my head was clear as if it were clear.

I could see what Arthur was worried about without such things as "the rescue of the liver."

Clayo, who barely sat up with crumpled arms and legs stretched, cleared his throat.

"Hmm, big. Big. Hey, are you still worried that I'm going to get caught by your brother? I've invested in you, and now I'm not going to do that."

Clayo grumbled, pointing to Arthur's waist-length harness, one of the best swords of the time.

He scratched his head as if he had nothing to say.

"I know you won't. But... Melchior doesn't know what he's going to do. No, because I'm doing something. I've been thinking a lot about what's wrong with my T-flume."

I saw a man who had walked in, so I wondered if he had been questioned.

"T-Flume aside, I'm not a dog, but it was awkward and embarrassing and sweaty to shake the bait in front of me."

"What's he gonna do?"

"What's the point of listening?”

"To see how much money he put up."

"It wasn't much. He said he was going to put his name on next year's list of patrons of the House of Lords."

"Such…."

"As long as it's going to be next year or later. in such a state of impatience With such a small wall, would you serve as King in the future?”

"You know what profanity is, don't you? make such a noise about What are you going to do if you get angry? I don't often worry about others, but you do."

"Don't worry, there's no one for you. There's a call from the capital saying the door of the Menemosine has been opened. Your brother and his entourage will be packing their bags with their eyebrows flying."

"What? The door's open?"

"That's right. They say we have to organize an express train right now. You let me go, or I'll stay up all night. I might have fainted in the middle.”

"I don't think you're exaggerating.”

"Yeah, if you're going to come looking for it, why wait here?”

"...in case Tasserton, your entourage, would notice. He's a seven-level prosecutor."

Arthur, who said so, was funny because his ears seemed sullen if he were a dog.

Level 5 at age 17 is an unusual achievement enough, but it is upsetting that he failed to catch up with Tasserton, who is 10 years older than me.

You should be a senior prosecutor soon.”

"I will. I really want to."

The disappointment was brief.

Arcer, who woke up cleanly, grabbed and raised Clayo, which was still spread.

"Now get up. If you sleep in a place like this, you'll be sick for a week."

Arthur almost dragged Clayo, who was sobbing, and eventually, he took him to his bedroom.

As soon as he fell on his bed, Clay fell asleep without saying hello.

***

The next morning.

All of the students who left the field trip boarded the first train to DuBless Ballundane Central Station.

It took time to enter the central station, although it ran without a stopover and reached the water border before noon.

"I hope the East Coast area will open soon."

"I know. It's a big problem because you come so close and your feet are tied up."

Professor Maria also failed to hide her nervousness as a guide assistant. I had to go back to school as soon as possible.

Drrrrrrm

Cool...

The teachers in the car in front of him, whether they're in a hurry or not, Clayo was busy sleeping.

"Lippy, Leticia. We're almost there. Wake up Ray."

"Oh, I'm so sorry I can't wake you up.”

"Go to sleep like you haven't slept for a thousand years. Underneath your eyes are black."

Ignorant twins wandered around Clayo wondering.

The train slowed down as it began to see the station.

"Then you should hurry up and go to the dorm and sleep."

"That's true."

"That's right."

"Ray! Wake up!"

"We're almost there!"

He couldn't open his eyes to the sound of Angelium twins making a surround sound.

"Huh? Uh... Uh, wait a minute..”

Lippi and Leticia put their heads together and began a new conclusion.

"He can't get up.”

"Shall we hold it?"

"You don't fit."

Lippi asked Chelsea for help.

"Chelle, what if you hold it?"

"I'm the only one who holds Lady in my arms. Pass."

Click-

Then the door of the carriage was opened and Isiel entered. He seemed to have heard the conversation inside the hallway.

"I'll do it."

Isiel turned his head mournfully and sighed at Clayo, who was asleep.

Long to the shoulder, the soft red hair shook in a sigh.

"Good thing Isiel helped you!"

"Why does Ray grow so long and bother people?"

Isiel gave Clayo a piggyback ride as if he were a child.

"I guess I wasn't lying about being sick all the time.”

The students hurried over to the carriage.

In front of Chung-Ang Station was noisy due to the cries of the boys who sprayed the outside.

"Outside!"

"Outside!"

The air in the capital was unsettled.

Lundane was boiling with the news of the opening of the door of Manemoshine. Excitement, fear, curiosity, and anxiety intersected in a mess.

Just looking out the window of the carriage felt people's agitation.

Clay kept sleeping while the tension diminished the boys and girls. I couldn't think of getting up even when I arrived at school.

"Well, I guess I'll have to work one more time.”

"Not much trouble."

Two twins, who fell down the carriage, carried Clayo like a pack on Isiel's back.

As Isiel walked, Clayo's shin, which was stretched under her arm, also faltered.

The twins who followed with Clayo's bag laughed wildly.

"Hahaha, what's that? It's like carrying a scarecrow."

"Maybe the sand-filled scarecrow is heavier than Ray."

Behind the children's laughter, there was a mixture of disciplined marching knights and soldiers' footsteps.

Clayo, who fell asleep, flustered, and squinted, found dozens of troops entering the school gates.

Unlike the Knights of the Capital Defense Corps, they wore a black belt obliquely on their uniforms.

They were knights of the south-east defense and soldiers of the Duke of Krüll.

They were clearly invading the realm of the Capital Defense Corps.

There was no one who blocked strangers from entering the school.

Jebedi and Rosa were not aware of the unexpected, because they were held at the door of Manemoshine.

'Sullan's doing it.’

Of course, it wasn't a matter for Clay.

'At least the first dungeon is adaptable, so there's no big reward.'

The people of this world, they're making a fuss about the gate that's been handed down in a thousand years, but....

'I'll get used to that anyways.’

From here on, the main character and his friends, the villain and his colleagues, can take care of themselves.

Clayo, exhausted during the stormy autumn picnic, didn't want to care about anything.

He began to doze off again without knowing who he was now on.

***

The school's external system has been invoked.

Jebedi was able to operate alone because the scope of the circle could cover the entire school, but in the case of other wizards who did not, several of them took charge of the East, West, North, South, South, and South.

The assistants, senior magic class students, and wizards of the Capital Defense Corps wizard set the order and resumed their absence once every 24 hours.

As a result, the outer corrugated stone erected by the mano of Mana Stone shone throughout the day long day.

The class continued despite the chaotic atmosphere.

Neither teachers nor students destroyed their daily lives to the extent that the door to "Gotjak" was opened.

However, due to the circumstances of the instructor, the Swordsman Foundation II was replaced by history.

Originally, the Magic Foundation II had no problem because Professor Maria Gentile took turns teaching with Jebedi.

As I contacted all over the country, I was told that the main personnel of the Capital Defense Corps wizard, who had been dispatched to the provinces, or that if senior drivers returned to the capital, Jebedi and Maria would be able to breathe and return to class.

"I read that Sodmaster and Meiji master do not work all night for about a week if they decide to, but it's amazing to see them do that.’

The soldiers of the Duke of Krüll cannot go near the door, but when I recall the description I read in the manuscript, I could easily imagine Professor Rosa holding up her condolences and guarding the door of the Menemosine.

Next to it will be Jebedi, wearing a robe and holding a winding cane.

an eight-level prosecutor and an eight-level wizard

They are both men who have pledged to defend the capital, so they cannot enter the gates of Manemoshin.

The school set up for this day perfectly responded to the opening of the gateway to the world.

Old rules, mysterious conventions, have been handed down from the time of Leonid I.

'That's a strange thing to think about. Like I predicted a thousand years ago. If I didn't know it was the world of fiction, I wouldn't have convinced....’

Unlike Clayo, however, everyone here took such arrangements for granted.

In his usual slow voice, Cerca's words, which lectured on the kingdom's history, flowed into his ears.

"…so by the promise of Leonid I, all kings of Albion can have an eclipse only once in their lives.

In every coronation of a thousand years, a golden eclipse occurred in the sky of Lundane at the moment of the coronation. The ring of light shines on the king on the tube. The stars change positions for him.

It is the only remaining promise in a world that God does not exercise, which is the final basis for the divine right."

'King...'

Thoughts led to the prince's death.

Melchior, who remembers the erased past, knows this story is being rewritten.

"If the manuscript is detailed enough to know that Fran is inventing the formula, so the author remembers the previous life...’

At the moment, a thunderous realization crossed Clayo's mind.

Why would the closest prince to the throne need a "propaganda," already of considerable influence?

'Melkior must know what he's going to do!’

He is given a more miserable role than any other character in .

'Melkior of... Even if it happens, you're definitely going to be king...!’

Then the scars of the Frankish castle may be necessary to cover up what Melchior would do.

They are trying to manipulate public opinion and use public support.

'Look… I was right.’

Clayo's gums, which were mumbling on the back of the pen stand, were naturally strained.

It doesn't matter much whether he comes outside the story or not. As much as Jeongjin is Clayo, he's Melchior.

Judging from the attitude of the prince, who has gone through eight terrible episodes, it was clear that he was cursing the author's arrangement.

In other words, the author will never leave the scene according to the author's will.

'Is this all right...Is there anything I can do about it'