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The first week of the twenty-year-old, when the vacation of the Capital Defense University began.

A three-fourth of a beat dance with a flat tone ran through the reception room of the Asher mansion.

The sound quality of the Gramophone was not very good yet, and the playback time was very short.

Of course, that much music was enough for Clayo's pathetic dance skills.

"Hold your heel, heel! No! How can you rely on me without taking the lead? Oh, come on!

Crack.

"Ouch!"

Clayo usually stepped on Dione's small foot for the fourth time today. He bent down in contemplation.

"I'm sorry, Lady Dionne. Are you okay?.”

Dionne, who stamped his foot, put Clay back in position.

"I'm not okay. It's not okay at all, so you have to cook it until the turn today. If you can't, you stay up all night."

"Why are you so...".”

"Otherwise, you'll never be able to do ballroom dancing until the New Year's party, the speed at which you learn to dance! All Lundane knows you're my disciple, and I can't tolerate such disgrace."

Invitation letters for the New Year's banquet have already begun to pile up in the Asher mansion. I heard that in the new year, banquets continue in a row.

Although Clayo was reluctant to participate in social events, he had to attend a banquet by a water merchant association and a charity banquet hosted by the Capital Defense Corps to get information about the nobility and royalty.

"If I had known it would be like this as soon as I told Dione, I would have gone without discussing it....’

Regret is too late.

The behemoth, which spread in front of the fireplace and was yawning, hummed.

"Euuuuuuuuung (he is hopeless in the eyes of the grave).”

Chelsea and Arthur, who were sharing fresh wine made from unpacked grapes, said meanly.

"Cheer up, Ray."

"That's not easy. Why do you keep getting the basic steps wrong? You memorized it, didn't you?

Click, click.

In the meantime, all of the disks on the Gramophone were turned.

Exhausted, Clay took advantage of the gap and laid Dionne's arm and fell on the sofa. I was so exhausted that I couldn't even ask for a drink.

Dione was such a great teacher, so I quickly memorized the steps I saw with my eyes.

Due to the increase in narrative intervention, all functions of "memory", "understanding", "lardness", and "difference" have been developed one step further.

Memorizing simple movements was no work.

But even the immense power of Clio's promise didn't help him execute what he memorized with his head.

"Jeongjin" was originally a rhythm, and as for Clayo Asher's body....

'I knew it, but how did I get to this point? This will be the best of all. 'Isn't your motor nerves going through some kind of trouble?'

"Chelle, you try, is this easy?"

When Clayo heard the sound of death, Dionne raised her chin and raised her voice.

"Ha, you are weaker than I am, so how can you live in this harsh world?"

"Yeah. You little lady is dancing all night in her pointed shoes, and you're so insensitive! Lady Dionne, how about a song with me?"

The appearance of Chell, who bent down straight to ask Dione to dance, was elegant.

"Any application from Tang Pet de Negee is welcome. Look, young master. This is how you request dance. I'm not curled up awkwardly!"

"Oh, yes…."

Arthur tactfully held the handle on the right side of the Gramophone and quickly wrapped it.

The behemoth jumped up and pushed the tone arm with its front foot to touch the record skillfully.

It was a fantastic collaboration.

The music started again.

Chell, who greeted Dionne, put his hand on the back of his dance partner's back in a pose that looked like it was in the textbook.

"Lady Dionne, call me Cell."

"Then I'm so excited."

"Oh, it's Lady who only says nice things."

A watery lead followed the music. The steps of the cello were interlocked with Dionne, and Lady's skirt was fluttering like a wave.

"Oh, my. I can't help but compare you to her."

"…why do I compare myself to that social optimization man?"

Rachel was still one of the most popular people in society.

No one questioned the fact that even though everyone knew that Rachel was a woman, she wore a suit and a Yeonmi dress, and took the lead when she danced.

It must have been strange for her to raise a counterargument, as she was not originally an albion, a foreigner from Carolingian, and her noble mother had tolerated her child's behavior, and now she was so natural to Chelsea.

"Anything goes well and the one who overpowers the atmosphere wins. If you tell him to wear a dress, he'll get a duel.’

"I don't know if it's strange to you who hate dinner and ball, but she's expanding her network for a reason.”

"Oh, expanding suffrage....”

"Oh, how did you know?”

I knew it from reading the last manuscript, but now that I'm used to it, Clayo chose the right reason with a calm face.

"I don't know... I don't think she'll ever get married again."

In the last manuscript, she was single to the end. Later on, she will be given the title of "The Brain God of Heaven."

It was the same title as the Virgin of sympathy throughout the entire continent as a legend.

'That's why she raised Arthur's hand.'

In Albion under King Philippe, only a man over 25 years old with more than 100,000 dinars in his name and a married woman over 35 years old with that amount of property also had the right to vote.

'The number of voters in total population is only 15 percent....’

At least, the right to run was given to married men and women who were over 40 years old and owned more than 1 million dinars.

She did not intend to be a spouse of any man and did not want to remain a single woman who was treated as a member of her family when she became an adult.

She chose reform from above as the fastest way to win the right to vote and vote in her life.

The king's right to pass the bill is a powerful weapon.

"It's such an aristocratic idea, but it's not strange. Because she was born a nobleman aristocrat.’

"You know everything. Is that a prediction, or did you really just take it?”

"I'm an eye man, and I don't need to have a scar."

Arthur and Clayo's eyes naturally turned to Chelsea and Dionne, who took the floor lightly.

Chell, who made a great reverse turn to the music, skillfully accepted Dionne.

Even Clayo, who didn't know anything, saw that Cell's lead skills were outstanding. Dionne's face, which had been frowned all afternoon, first came up with a proper smile.

The music was still going on.

"By the way, are you going to be a student of Jebedy's research?"

"They let us use the research annex at the end of the west side of the school, so we'll try it out first."

Although he was still at level 4, Clay felt that level was not far from level 5. I couldn't practice magic all the time by renting a practice room in school.

'I care about other people's eyes, and I'm worried about breaking the building. There should be room to practice magic.’

"But you said you'd think about becoming an official disciple until you graduate."

"Why?"

"Being a disciple to inherit the truth is too heavy on your shoulders. Once you get it, you can't get bitten."

Jebedi, who devoted his life to the study of healing and regeneration, may have a better student.

Clayo himself was not the man to succeed Meiji Master.

'Because most of what I'm going to do with magic is destruction.’

"But your shoulders are too weak to carry anything.”

"It's true, but I feel bad when you say it.”

Arthur was at a different angle when Clayo frowned.

"Oh, the music's over!"

Arthur was more than willing to return Gramophone's tone-am on this day, and Clay was forced to take Dione's Spartan lessons to cry and eat mustard.

***

On December 31, a winter dinner was held in Wangseong on the last day of the Light Festival.

The summer celebrations and winter dinners were the biggest events of the Albion family.

"I heard that there are fewer guests at the dinner party than at the birthday party, but the traffic jam is the same.’

It took a long time to pass the entrance to the royal castle, which was blocked by the wagons of diplomats, celebrities, aristocrats and lawmakers from other countries.

After leaving his coat in the drawing room, Clay encountered Angelium twins dressed in red velvet dresses in the hallway entering the main hall.

"Ray!"

"How long has it been!”

The twins, who said their aunt had taken them to the royal castle, were excited and fluttered as if they had wings on their heels.

The children's energetic movements were accompanied by skirts decorated with white lace.

Behind the twins, a middle-aged woman with a sharp impression gave a faint smile and a nod.

Having taken her nephews home, she was also quite a celebrity, and she disappeared into the drawing room, welcomed by smokers with stiff heads.

"It's been a month. How are you?"

"Wow, I wash my face with ice-breaking water from the morning and practice training."

"Or study."

"I've been waiting for the dinner."

"Woongnyaang, Maitreya (Is that what you're buying?)”

"There's a nail, too!"

"Wow, that's a good idea. That's right, Lipie."

"Yes. The nails are so cute. White tie is perfect."

The behemoth, wearing a stiff bow tie, took a friendly posture.

The sight of a large cat walking along the hallway of the Tadaktadak royal castle with two girls made the guests stunned.

Of course, Behemoth, an interested person, only enjoyed his eyes and raised his big head.

"Wow (ehem)."

Clayo's party grew bigger and bigger as he passed the long hallway.

"Have you come?"

"Hey, did you memorize all the waltz steps?”

There was a welcome sight of Chelsea and Isiel.

"Oh, you got an invitation, too. As expected~ He's a major figure.

Some people were not happy to interrupt.

It was Ezra Sergev, the deputy head of the Capital Defense Corps' sorcerer's uniform.

"Deputy General Sergey."

"What's wrong with you?" It's Ezra, Ezra."

"Hey, you punk, it's too late. You've got nothing to do with it. Do you know how much it stands out when the front seat is empty at a dinner party?"

"No, just say hello to the junior….”

Ezra was dragged away by a magician with brown hair and disappeared into the main hall.

That wizard's name was Dalia, wasn't it?’

Even wizards, who seemed to be out of character, looked just great when they removed the troubles from their eyes.

Although he had planned to visit Ezra's lab soon, it was a plan after the New Year's party season. I can't jump into the enemy's camp with my bare hands.

The rest of Clayo walked away, talking to the children.

The empty garden outside the window was decorated with lanterns of all shapes. Color glasses that reproduce scenes of myths and epic poems shone in the dark.

"Wow, pretty."

"I think I've become more colorful than last year!"

"There's a goddess, too!"

The twins looked together at the back pointing with their hands. The festive atmosphere filled everywhere, a little bit, but I was excited.

Looking inside the open door, the huge central hall was decorated for dinner.

There were three long rows of tables from the entrance to the opposite side of the hall. Everything on the white tablecloth was gold, from the rim of the bowl to the dessert spoon.

In addition to lighting all the chandeliers, a standing candlestick the size of a human was reflected in gold at the edge of the hall.

'I heard the royal dinner party was so big, but it's not a fictitious name. Even if it's plated, how much is that?’

The way the dinner was attended was the same as the summer celebration. A lower-level official standing at the entrance of the central hall identified Clayo's face and invitation.

And from there, there was nothing like last time.

As soon as the official confirmed the medicine cabinet of the capital defense chapter on the boy's collar, he took a short breath and announced Clayo's arrival with a tremendous voice.

"Sir Clayo Asher is entering."

There was a very short silence between the people who were already filling the third part of the table.

White-tie's gentlemen and ladies in dress, dozens of pairs of eyes headed toward the entrance to the hall.

Clayo realized that sometimes intangible eyes can be as sharp as a blade.

The excitement of walking down the hall subsided completely.

On behalf of the position, there was a gentle strain on the skin.

"Clayo Asher?"

'The Wizard Who Caught the Dead Man and Destroyed the Memory of the World!'

He's the second son of Baron Gideon Asher. You look a lot like your father. Has he been absent from the dinner party for more than ten years?’

I'm a student of Master Jebedy's research..’

'I heard the second prince is prying into him.’

Did you hear that the Prince himself was honored?’

"I heard the Duke of Creuel objected....’

'That's the youngest story.’

Without the surprise of fire and water invasion, this place was already a battlefield.