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'Wow, that's crazy!'

The "True of the Neogupseong Fortress" was a public skill given to a prosecutor who pierced the path with a sword while all sides were surrounded. the art of indomitable courage

It was a skill given to those who fought without giving up even in desperate situations, symbolizing their indomitable courage.

'The main character is the main character. There's no need to explain it, and even if you don't have enough ether levels, you catch it like a ghost.’

Steel grating-

Arthur, who put the unspoiled sword back into the censor, approached.

The battle was done by himself, but he looked unharmed except for torn collar and disheveled hair.

"Just now, when I'm surrounded black by the beasts, I'm pulling out my knife, and something's flashing and I'm getting a message!"

"What, have you got a common skill?"

"Oh! What a ghost! That's right! It's the truth of the Neptune!"

"In the future, there will be a way out of being caught by assassins. That's great."

Arthur seemed to be jumping up and down, but Clay was too tired and exhausted to accept his joy.

"We've already broken the first gate, so time won't be rushed. Let's get some rest."

"Yes, you really need to rest.”

The joy of personal achievement was slightly reduced, and Arthur soon looked at Clayo's condition. He was really an unseemly calm guy.

"Concentration and kindness come from physical strength.’

Although it was hateful, Clayo, who turned off "Late", collapsed on the spot because it was impossible to change that he was a strongman and this body was trash.

Now that we have eliminated the gatekeeper, we will be safe in the area of the gate.

Arthur, crumpled up next to Clayo, was rolling around to see if the Mana Stone he had gained by himself was amazing.

[Pumpkin of Shrubs

: Mana Stone of preservation. Anything in the world can be hardened.]

"Wow! That's amazing, the name appears in the air. Pumpkin in the bush? I can't process this, and I don't know the difference between the other jewels... How do they preserve it?”

"Look."

Clayo looked at a baby fist-sized pumpkin on Arthur's hand. I remembered reading from the Mana Stones at home.

It's good to have a memory.’

"It's just a school of law school. That way you can preserve anything inside. You can use the [restore] expression when you take out what you put in."

"How do you know all that?"

Arthur's boyish face was stained with admiration.

"Did you forget that I'm the son of a family who owns the best boss of Albion?”

"Oh no, I've got a really great guy on my side."

"If you know it, be more hospitable."

Then after quarreling for a while, he stopped talking. It was only natural to stay up all night, get wet, and fight.

Just thinking about it in the dungeon, you can float the time limit, but there was no difference between night and day.

In the sky of the huge garden in between the spaces, there was a sun-like figure eaten on the moon. Maybe it's not really a star or a satellite.

'It's just an artificial space that holds the once-existing world together.'

When I thought about time as a test, the golden letters came back to me. There was still plenty of time left.

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

22:02:51 / 24:00:00]

"If you had come in without any information, you should have searched this large garden and searched for Master Clark, so what is it? It would have been a week." Why did you lose so much time?'

This dungeon was the first dungeon, but its target point, "Master Clark," was an unusual form.

Perhaps it was a design to get used to this space, not to clear it right away.

In the last manuscript, 19-year-old Arthur and Isiel were forced to turn the whole garden upside down. We had plenty of time back then.

'This manuscript is different. There is not enough time to find 'Master Clock' without knowing how to attack.’

While thinking about this and that, I was conscious of time, so the watch in front of me didn't turn off, and I regularly blinked.

This was very strange.

Dungeon's notification message was completely the same format and function as the "promise".

"I think I'm the only one who sees this outside the door, but when I come inside, everyone sees these letters. Is it because the world is outside the door for me, too?’

Clayo rubbed the smooth surface of the 'promise' on his left index finger, as a habit.

At that time, Arthur muttered, looking up at the sky for a long time. Clayo also looked up to the sky reflexively.

"The moon doesn't move and there's no constellation. Now I realize that I'm really in this world."

Except for the year when the moon was overshadowed by its orange edge, no star had emerged from the circular sky.

"Hey, I'm already in this world." Clay nodded roughly. There was a stream of yawns.

"Do you want to take a nap?"

"I should. And you?"

"I don't have to sleep for three days.”

I don`t have to sleep for a month if I become a sod master since I am at level five now. Then I'll just sleep for two hours, so please be on your guard."

"Yeah, look, this is what you're doing.”

"Oh, come on."

Clayo lay on his back as if he were pushing a slide while sitting down. He cut his bag instead of a pillow and pulled his coat collar open, so he managed to do well.

Arthur muttered something as he heard a faint sleep.

"Rainer, you told me to tell you in front of Aslan."

"Yes… is it good to hear that?"

"Well, not as good as I thought."

"Right? I'll call your Majesty when I become king later, and by then I'll give you the honorifics."

Arthur, who was laughing quietly, continued.

"When I first came in, I found this place strangely familiar, too. With the eclipse happening, the coronation seems to last forever.”

"You've never even seen a coronation.”

"We'll see each other in a few years. My father is already doing it today and tomorrow.”

Surely King Philippe will die soon. In a very different form from the death that everyone who knew him had imagined.

"Should I tell you? But do you believe... What can be changed.'

To be blunt, the death of his father itself would work in Arthur's favor.

As I hesitated, I missed the time to answer because I was so sleepy.

Without much concern, Arthur continued to talk to himself.

"I've decided with the kids while you were talking to Aslan, and I'll give you all the mana I'll get this time. It's no use having a prosecutor. It's going to be a bigger use for the wizard."

"That's the best thing you've ever said today."

Clayo was quick to respond to the sound of giving something while blinking his heavy eyelids.

"You're with me even though you have no reason to risk your life, so I'll have to pay you back with this.”

"Why would I risk my life....’

Isiel and his twins supported Arthur in order to inherit the family and Rachel in order to gain political influence. But Clayo didn't have that kind of motivation.

Instead, he has the power to enforceable.

Perhaps Arthur is a purpose he will never know. The duty to lead this story in the right direction.

In order to do that, there was something to grasp first.

Somehow Arthur seemed to be rarely impressed, so I liked the time now.

"Your mother's prophecy. What else do you remember?”

"...that's when Rainer did. The world is turning for me. I thought it was a bit strange, but now that I think about it, it's your prophecy, too, right?

"Well."

"My mother said the same thing over and over again. "all these hardships are for glory, and the world will move for you."

There seemed to be a fantasy of grabbing and tearing the ragged manuscript everywhere. Clay felt a throbbing pain in his stomach.

"To be honest, I didn't believe it. It was a perfect match for a child who lost his mother early to be consoled. I think I'm special, and there must be meaning in my pain. But that can't be true.”

It was Clayo who might praise Arthur's cool-headed self-awareness or lament that the world was not established under such objective laws.

"My mother, if I wanted to be a king, asked me many times to get a wizard of my generation with a powerful magic spell."

"Did you believe that?”

"I didn't believe it. After Professor Jebedy, no great wizard was born... Until you show up."

"…my mother was a great person."

"Melkior is a pain in the neck, but what's his mother again?"

"You couldn't live long because you were so great. Queen Julaika wanted to kill my mother, and she accomplished it. And all those prophecies were false."

"Such…."

A long silence crossed between the two boys.

Clayo had a heavy head for processing the information that had suddenly come in. Meanwhile, it was hard to keep my eyes open because I was getting sleepy.

Still wary of all directions, Arthur looked down at Clayo, lying on his back.

Arthur Riorgnan, because of this very classmate, found the answer to the question he had been tied to all his life.

"But it was proved by your words. She was right."

Arthur's low voice was heard well as it was quiet around him.

Even though he closed his eyes, he felt the vigilant prince sending a look of trust to him, so he was stabbed inside.

'This must never be revealed....’

If you knew your real intention to do well because there was no land or anything I bought when you died, it wouldn't be a good end.

The prince slowly began to talk about the past beside Clayo, who refused to answer back.

Arthur's mother, Theophila, was an orphan born in the quiet countryside.

a time when trains and telegrams cross the continent

The number of believers in the religion of serving the goddess of time has drastically decreased. Officially, both prophecy and divine power were disappearing.

Even if she is a believer, her divine power usually disappears when she is transferred away from the church, and Theophila did not completely lose her ability even after giving birth to Arthur by an unwanted combination with King Philippe.

Mother told Arthur what would happen as if she had seen what had already happened. in the language of prophecy that seemed vague

[''] You're not wrong this time. My son, my king, the one who rewrites the world.

The youngest and most powerful wizard comes to your time. He also knows what was said first.

Get a wizard. Then your son will be crowned.'

Within a few years of going to the summer palace, his mother was murdered by the death of Juleica, the mother of Aslan, the second prince.

Arthur remained alone in the summer palace of Kishion, far from the royal castle.

Coincidentally, the only thing in the eyes of the author's swordsman was the luck of his life.

For the next few years, he held the sword from dawn to night and studied until his eyes closed.

And when I was 11 years old.

Only after showing his skills at the youth fencing competition could he face the first brothers in his life.

The second prince, who tried to harm himself paranoid, and the first prince who was graceful and cold.

I had the same father. They were all just enemies.

The days have passed while I have made a covenant with Isiel and have gathered my strength breathlessly.

Arthur remembered all the words his mother had left. However, she did not fully believe her mother's said. Because Arthur's contemporaries didn't have powerful wizards.

There was a famous wizard student for a while, but soon the ether bowl was broken.

By that time, it didn't matter whether my mother was right or wrong. The prophecy that has been fulfilled in any way becomes true.

Arthur made up his mind when he returned to the capital.

I will avenge the truth on those who have killed their mother as a madman. by all means

Therefore, he had to become a king.

"Maybe I was the one who didn't believe my mother's predictions or my fantasies the most.”

Arthur's voice was low.

It wasn't Clayo who was already asleep and didn't answer, it was a word he told himself.

The illusion that made him an ominous child was not the only prophecy of the future.

To accept the present as something that goes through twice or three times.

He was also one of the curses he received.

Arthur was not surprised even at the moment of the covenant in which Isiel knelt before him.

As soon as he looked down at the neck of Isiel, who had his red hair cut short like a boy, he knew.

That's what happened already.

Arthur had memories that were not his, but were bound to be his.

Two incidents drove young Arthur to the brink of madness.

Among the most memorable things so far, the only one-time event for Arthur was when his mother told him "prediction."

With Arthur in his arms, the words his mother whispered were heard in a single voice, not overlapping.

But after her mother's death, the shelter disappeared.

He adapted himself to this fragile, single-definite world of events.

Those who knew Arthur properly described the boy as mature in any extraordinary situation.

In fact, it was only the calmness of those who went through the same thing many times.

But that wizard was different.

For Arthur, Clay was always the first and never the second.