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Melchior's hands were covered with mud-covered garden gloves.

"Wow, what are you going to do with this sense of hypocrisy?’

Melchior, who returned the entire pair of scissors to the toolbox, pointed to a simple wooden chair on the side of the pond.

"Sit down. This is the perfect time."

As I sat down on the chair, I could see the roses that were almost gone. Looking closely, the leaves were eaten by insects, the vines were yellowish, and the flowers were silky.

On the outdoor table, a tin pot wrapped uncooled and a crudely crumpled tin cup were laid carelessly.

The prince took off his gardening gloves. Ando was not bare hands, but thin cotton gloves.

Clayo, who glanced at the back of Melchior's hand, was dumbfounded.

"If you don't put in ether, you can't even see it, but it's also unusual."’

I didn't know who dared to scold the prince's hand that he would hold on to the vagina and breathe in ether.

'Well, is there something I can understand about him? There isn't.'

Whatever Clayo's mood, Melchior, who was always elegant and relaxed today, poured tea into the cup.

Whisper-

Then he pushed the glass in front of Clayo, who was bewildered by ghosts.

Clayo, who belatedly caught his mind, looked around reflexively. I was looking for a photographer or illustrator. It was because I suspected that he was doing this to make a propaganda picture.

a simple-minded prince who looks after the garden

Isn't the painting good? Can't we take a picture of the infamous Margaret Thatcher, Jung Won-il concept, and a crown prince?

The prince couldn't help but notice the sign of Clayo flinching.

"What are you looking for?"

"I was looking around to see if there was another journalist with me."

"Ha-ha, you must have been quite surprised the other day at the medal ceremony, Lord Clayo."

"Because it's something I'm not used to."

"Today is a holiday with no schedule. This is my private space. It's not a place to put in a bunch of ranchers with pens."

"That's what you say, but you seem to be quite close to the looners....’

For Clayo, everything was uncomfortable, but the title "Gyeong" from the crown prince's mouth was the most uncomfortable.

Even though it was just a formal position, which was only a pledge of loyalty without any promise, it was a clay that seemed to be treated as a subordinate when the author used the title.

"Then, instead of calling me a low-key article, could you please write the appropriate title for my age and situation?"

"Well, when others get the title, they're anxious to use it until they book a train ticket, but why don't they like it so much?"

"It's because I feel like I'm wearing something that doesn't fit me."

"Yes, I will, Clay. The weather is so nice that we can't listen to it. But my hobby must be quite amazing."

"If not, I'll be in vain. But in the middle of the palace, the Cottage Garden, it also has an atmosphere."

"The rose beetle has a rotten third-quarter job, and it's too late for Anemone to dig up the bulb, but thank you for telling me so. It's frosting early this year, but I don't know how the flowers are still blooming.”

Melchior, who was wearing simple clothes with dirt and drinking tea in a tin cup, looks at a declining garden where people's hands seem to be crazy.

When facing only the garden, a pure smile comes to his face.

Even though they know they are not human beings worthy of such expressions, they are robbed of their eyes regardless of their will.

How does this man, who knows that the world is being used again, grow new flowers every year?

It was something that Clay couldn't imagine.

"For those who know that everything is already decided, the burden of the flowers or the human life may seem no different.’

It occurred to me that maybe he would be more hurt by the former.

"Good gardeners say they understand the different signals from those grasses and trees, but I don't understand the meaning of plants growing in the garden. You're disqualified as a gardener.”

In Melchior's words, willingness seemed to account for more than regret.

A silent plant would be the only thing that the prince could be with peacefully.

If I could read the minds of everyone in the world, that would be hell.

His unstable origins, excessive beauty, excessive power - all seemed far from what made a human being happy.

'Of course, it doesn't matter to me either. Either way, he's Prince Zhuhai of Albion right now.’

"You are busy with Korean history, but you don`t have enough time to spend on your hobbies. Rather, I would like to ask where you learned the landscaping."

"When I was a kid, there was a quiet gardener who took care of this place. I didn't have a gardener who could keep a simple cottage garden, so I called up a worker from my mother's hometown. I followed him around and learned over his shoulder.”

"Oh, then, is this....”

"Yes, it was my dead mother's house. He was born a commoner, so he couldn't get attached to that cold palace and missed his hometown. His Majesty modeled it on his mother's home."

"There is still a beautiful and simple flavor."

"You know how to say nice things when you have a favor to ask.”

With a tepid cup in his hand, Clay hardened.

"…and I can't hide my inner feelings from him.”

I had a sip of tea to hide my twitching mouth. In fact, I didn't even know what scent the car smelled like.

"Haha, this is the first time you've ever put a kite in me. But the Asher formula here is also a very important contract to me, so I'll do whatever I can for your convenience. Say it."

I don't know if I should say I like it or I'm scared because I talk fast.

Of course Clay didn't throw away his chance to measure back and forth.

"Will you let me in the King's library?"

"As much as you want."

"What?"

"You said you'd let me in and out. Would you like to go now?"

"…you don't ask?"

"What do I know about magic? Most of the books in the royal library are about the illegible old documents, miracles and miracles, and prohibited magic, but they are not something that can be realized even if seen.”

"I've heard that."

"It's a good attitude to be inquisitive. And it's really the first time this has happened, and it's fun for me."

It was fortunate that he was convinced, but somehow he felt uncomfortable as if he was pulling his back of his head.

You're saying you're going to let it go because it wasn't in the last manuscript, right? Does this guy allow anything to change the content of the manuscript? I don't think we can get away with it that easily.’

"Also, I have a favor to ask of you, so I hope you don't think I owe you this."

Maybe it was me, too.

Clayo felt as cool as an ice knife grazed his neck.

Melchior's request with no details. It was a scarier item than the blank check that was signed and handed over.

"What can I ask you to do for me?”

"It's a short guide."

"Are you planning a trip? But I don't even know the city of Lundane when I was born and raised in Colpos, and I don't know where I can show you."

"Why isn't there a place I can show you? You have the 'prediction' of the castle."

"It's hard to guess where we're going to go until the grave."

"I, too, will once enter the remembered world. Then you'll need a guide."

Melchior and Aslan were in different situations. The right to dispose of royal property is now in the crown prince, so Mana Stone or Madogu could not be missed. Although he is a level 4 prosecutor, he has never heard of military pursuit.

Did the prince show interest in dungeon in the last manuscript?’

Through "Memories," I searched through the manuscript and found a review of Isiel, who accompanied the prince and Dungeon.

The city of Jinju was the safest place among dungeons. It was a breathtaking part of the manuscript, which used to be a powerful and powerful part.

When the door opened to the "City of Jinju," the prince broke into Arthur's party at a stunning timing.

Arthur and Isiel tried to stop them, but they defeated their dissuade with the doctrine that "the work of the remembered world is also my territory, and I cannot retreat before my own territory and people."

So the real purpose of the prince entering the dungeon was unknown to the end. It could have been just a movement to gain popularity.

'By the way, there's a lot of signs of remembering the last manuscript, so you need some guidance. If I knew that, I wouldn't take care of myself."

"How can you live in such a dangerous place?”

"Dear Clay, I have no obligation to explain why."

There was a subtle loneliness in Melchior's eyes, even as he put his words in his mouth.

The scariest person ever appeared, unlike usual, added to the tension like a moment of silence when waves were pushed off the coast before the tsunami hit.

Clay was barely able to answer the question.

"I'm sorry."

"So I'm looking forward to your kind cooperation."

Since then, he has been busy chasing the prince.

It seemed that the king had passed the sleeping bedroom corridor, turned about nine corners, and climbed up and down five stairs.

Finally, Melchior stood in front of a long hallway without a single painting on it.

The prince, who was looking closely at the wall, took off his left hand gloves. When I took a peek, it was a white, clean hand without any reason to wrap it up.

But the scar is only on the right hand anyway.’

Then he put his left hand on a corner of the wall, and from there he saw a complicated spell being built in reverse.

'Do you unseal the seal it!

It was obvious from being late.

Inside the wall, there were several magic spells carved at the same time, including [defence]. Perhaps the seal was released only by contact with a person with certain conditions.

A few seconds later.

A square door without a door-ring was created, just like a line on a white wall.

"Come on in."

It was such a huge seal, but the library was only about the size of a private study in a large mansion.

There was a two-story bookcase on both walls, a very narrow window in the style of Absalom II on the opposite side of the door, and a mana stone heater and a desk at the end of the wall where the door was located.

Melchior sat in a one-man armchair in front of the emergency heater. He took off his straw hat and put it on the table. It wasn't an attitude that was going to happen soon.

No wonder why he opened the library smoothly, so Prince Sori had to be monitored closely.

"Does he have to be there throughout my reading?"

"That's the rule."

"It's going to take a long time to read, and I don't know if it's okay to bother you like that much..”

"Magicians avoid distractions. I've heard it well, but what can I do? Well, if it was the time of the Queen, there would have been a way, but now it's hopeless."

"What is it?"

"The king's spouse has equal rights with the king if they make a mutual covenant. My grandmother was a queen. I heard your husband was also interested in books and magic.”

'You're not making fun of this guy...Though I thought .,' I stored information that was difficult to access in my head.

Getting married doesn't make a promise. So Queen Julaika was able to get in here or not....’

"It seems like there have been few visitors since then.”

Melchior just sold a blank guest book, which Clay had written down.

As the crown prince said, there was more than 30 years of gap between Clay and previous visitors.

"There's no way Melchior wouldn't have noticed a variable as noticeable as Zuleica. Besides, if her mother could get in here, Aslan wouldn't have wanted to ask Melchior for permission. Oh, shit, I don't know.’

"For that, the library is spotlessly clean."

"Do you recognize that jad on the floor?"

"What?"

"It's all Mana Stone platinum. [Reservation] I'm painting a school of law. This place won't get dirty even if you don't touch it.”

"I knew the House of Lignans was rich in the land of Dernier, but how can they be such a piece of money?.’

Clayo had to try to regain his concentration because his eyes were on the floor rather than on the bookshelf for a while.

"Come to think of it, there's one more person who can come in without the restriction of his companions. Archbishop Lundane has the same authority as the chairman of the House of Lords."

"I've heard that he's been in bed for a long time."

"The Archbishop's health has improved in decades, and now he's expected to receive an interview soon."

The church bells chimed in between the conversations between the two.

Deng-Deng-

Clayo arrived at the royal castle just after noon, but it was already past 2 p.m.

"I'm done with the introduction, so you can explore the magic emergency for the rest of the day."

"Thank you for your consideration."

"I beg you. No manuscripts or memos. That's what it means when you can't take it out."

"I know. Of course."

In case Melchior could read something from his expression, Clay hurriedly turned around. The corners of my mouth went up into the temple.

'Well, why do you need that? I have a memory.'