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When Tasserton heard the affirmation that he would use magic, he loosened his grip.

Clayo breathed heavily, holding his neck up for the blade. The knife, which had become dull, also had power when it reached bare skin, and the skin tingled.

Tasserton carefully placed the phyton on Melchior's hand, which he had obtained from the earlier fight.

"One temperature difference is certain when dealing with the land forces and when dealing with others." Clay opened the circle with such thoughts.

The body and spirit caused glass.

The new nosebleed flowed, but the heat of the blood no longer reached me.

The circle around Clay and Melchiorman was dimmer than the candlelight. It was a feeble light for anyone who knew Clayo's circle.

If you leave the bottle for a few minutes, you'll see one or two more drops of alcohol. I think there's only about that much ether left.’

In any case, this side also saved the prince by losing steam, so it will be a card that can be used against Melchior, whether it is called a weakness or a debt.

It's not a situation at all, and Clayo wants to laugh.

Considering the prince's first impression that he was not even a human being, he felt a sense of urgency to be able to add "weakness" or "debt" to him.

"No matter how small the flying fish is, I'm a human being because I'm lying down."

In front of the unstable prince, Tasserton looked at Clayo with eyes mixed with longing and anxiety. It was a silent urge.

After being placed on him, he didn't have the strength to properly dance, so Clayo bent his upper body and overlapped his hands on the Mana Stone Onyx.

Is it because it's desperate?

The truth came as a revelation.

At first, it was hard to find a line of sincere words, but as the degree of narrative intervention increased, quotations naturally came to mind.

Memories summon sentences that illuminated the life of Jeongjin in the dark days. The sentences were the words of an era and generation that did not belong to Jeongjin, not here.

Just as the light reaches the ground after the star dies, the poet who wrote it still remains and shines like a star inside Clayo even though he died a long time ago. beyond the whole world

He whispered in a faint voice.

Lie down, I say, the wings of the wind die down.

The soft leaves cover the hot sun.

Lie down. In the warm sea, the wind is asleep.

The wind is no calmer than you.]1)

Essentially, Clayo's job is to read quotes.

The world has named the act 'magic.'

In the past, the only refuge of Jeongjin is now a magical medium.

The Magician's ceremony, which seemed to be made of marble, groped the pale outline of the prince and the wizard in the dark.

The Mana Stone Onyx began to crumble under their crossed overlapping hands.

Melchior's bent hand slowly loosens, and the punitive pain of running through his blood is relieved.

"Reading can save lives and escape the pain of a person with real blood and flesh. Yeah, it's really magic.’

And Jeong-jin cannot resist the author's will to make such magic exist.

He cannot devote his full obedience to the power that dominates the world, but he cannot be a revolutionary or a traitor.

The ether dried up to the bottom of the floor.

Arthur seemed to be backing his back urgently. Screaming has been passed down to the waves. She acted as if Clayo was dying.

I wanted to tell him not to worry, but his voice was no longer made in his dried neck.

Today's development is accidental. The author still needed Melchior and Clay. So it was a pity that God would not collect his life with this magic, but he could not tell the truth.

At the end of Clayo's life-splitting magic, he tapped his eyelids closed by "promise."

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The ether exploded as it lit up the night.

The eruption-like storm of energy shook the ether bowls of those at the epicenter.

But Arthur did not let go of Clay until the end of the battle of Ether's vein.

Mietzs, who killed Phyton, ran all the way up the wall to help the stronghold with weak defense.

Not every shadow spider was strong, but there were too many. Tristane has only forty knights. They were not enough to stand up alone.

After saving the people first, they were able to track down Arthur's whereabouts.

Mietzs, who rushed across the castle, felt a formidable ether reaction. Isiel followed close by Mietz. I felt a tension in the student's tight lips.

Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo!

The tremendous explosion of light obscured my view.

"Hami, what is this!"

Trudeh, who immediately climbed the northern wall after catching Phyton, was dumbfounded.

Suddenly, the light from his nature melted away and crushed the gripping shadow spiders.

The shadow spiders, which seemed to flood endlessly, had lost their spirits. The sudden flash of Ether's light finished it properly.

The problem is that the last shot was too strong.

"Brother! Mana Stone! It's all melted!"

At first, it was a cheering trude, but when the mysterious ether destroyed the shadow spider's mana stone, Heuksujeong, and the cheer turned into a scream.

"Well, if you collect even the bare mana stones, you're a fortune, why would you melt! Oops!

Clayo's consciousness was not completely broken, so a strong wind was felt in the north. The outside cheek was freezing cold, and one side of the arm was boiling hot.

The unconscious boy's hand was holding Clayo's arm tightly. As if she was worried that her classmates would fall outside after being swept away by the storm.

Clayo's ether bowl, which has just become a five-level wizard, is at stake, and he has no power to turn his head.

That's why I'm just looking. The prince is now waking up from the darkness of unconsciousness.

There is something pious about Melchior opening his eyes.

In the light of the Ether explosion, Melchior stands still.

Neither dust and blood-soaked clothing nor the citadel ruined by fierce fighting will add to his rags.

At the same time, his "attraction" is also awakened. Clay wrinkled his brow with a flurry of messages.

[Unique Skill: 'Erato's Attraction']

[-Give the user a powerful attraction. Get love and admiration.]

'Then...'

Clay finally accepted the Melchior title, which was revealed without a hitch.

Eratos.

The muse of love and lyricism felt very reasonable to protect the author.

Love is bound to be driven by the impulse of the definition, and the emotions reproduced by art are purely extreme.

It is also a human passion and a source of human tragedy.

Clayo's thoughts are beyond his control.

Tragic sentences, the voices of the chorus crying for God's revenge, ring in unclear memories.

a rustic rock

There are two people who have risen beforehand.

Tasserton, who used his body to shield himself from the Ether storm, overcame the twist of the vein and woke up.

Clayo's vision is blurry as he loses consciousness in the cold. In the aftermath of the explosion, my ears are ringing and I can't hear anything properly.

Melchior's conversation with Tasserton feels like a line from a play peeking over a piece of cloth.

Tasserton, who confirmed his master's innocence, bowed to the crown prince's feet like the lowest slave.

Tasserton, who couldn't even kiss in honor, threw up his black, dead blood.

Tasserton is an excellent seven-level engineer, but his performance this night exceeded seven levels. He even used [differentiation] to deal with the beasts of Sword Master's skill.

Confucius's contribution was surprising, but he was making a strange apology.

"I owe you a debt that I can't even pay for with my life."

The target of the bloody scream was still the prince who was just talkative.

"My king... but this time I stood by your side. …you… Not."

"But you're late.”

"Please forgive this foolish man's fault."

Clayo, who was excluded from the two's drama, just wants "memory" to work in a clouding consciousness.

I didn't have enough energy to think now.

But I know one thing.

That terrible regret of Tasserton can't accumulate in just one life. It is not a regret that can be generated by one event.

Clay still knew too much about the world. The drama they are playing may be a clue given to him as a bonus.

What the hell happened in the past?’

All Clayo knows is the eighth manuscript. But the manuscript doesn't explain their relationship.

Tasserton's blind devotion, which even the loyal knights do not understand. If there is no basis for it in this life, it will be in the manuscript that has been erased in the past life.

And not only Melchior, but also Tasserton... Remember something about their repeated lives.’

If he had the power to be surprised, Clay would be surprised and fall out, but Melchior, the target of the guard, was not agitated.

Instead, he reached out his arm as if this desolate place was the king's hall and brushed Confucius' shoulders with his fingertips instead of the sword.

"Tasserton Tristane. From this moment on, you are my Duke of Armoryk."

Melchior's eyes remain on the bones of the peacock, which Grendel has fallen to pieces.

Following Melchior, Tasserton, who had a heartless look at his father's wreckage, soon regained his footing at the foot of his lord.

"Will you accept my glorious command, my lord?"

At the same time as Tasserton's answer, he exuded hot energy as if his "promise" would melt down.

Clayo groaned in the midst of a whirlwind.

It was because of the clear message that seemed to be in the eye.

[—The Reincarnation is conferred the title of Lancelotristine. [Promise - Intimacy of Eternality] meets the conditions of Resurrection.

—Permanent loyalty to the Queen of Nineveh Lake, the duty of Duke of Armoryk is properly inherited.]

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Melchior answered in a manner in which a meeting of unknown origin was buried.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it? The memory evaporates, the dead forgets details, and only holds the dictates under their tongues to repeat...That's why you regard this as loyalty.”

"Promise" messages circulating around Tasserton and Melchior have become too bright to bother Clayo's weary eyes.

The message surrounding the two was now a storm, flashing like an open circle. As the message overlapped, the promise, which had been constantly increasing the temperature, soon cooled down.

'Maybe... it's... It's not a message of "promise"....’

So what's floating the text in front of them?

Secrets not yet allowed to Clayo are posted on the ruins.

This night's revelation is solely for Melchior. He sees everything and reads everything.

"I see. I thought I knew the past, but I didn't know anything.”

For Clayo's forbidden messages rise endlessly, like a scroll of scriptures, and soon they are torn apart.

"Promise" has a slight passion, as if it were to break the gold. It only spouts unfamiliar warnings.

[-'Speech's output format mismatch. Out of the output area of 'Promise of Clio'. Message not received.]

Clay was shocked.

'These messages aren't mine, they're Melchior.’

So he wasn't the only one who saw the message outside the dungeon?

Tasserton did not even raise his head as he did in a humble manner. As in the dungeon, if a message appeared to everyone, the response should be different.

It was then.

I got choked up.

Tasserton, who threw up another chunk of black blood that didn't seem to come out of the living person's body, slowly sank. Even after losing consciousness, he seemed to cling to Melchior's feet.

Melchior, who passed the Tasserton lightly, walks as if he were sleeping in the ruins where the floor was crushed and the ceiling disappeared.

My ears began to hum. Clayo's whole body trembled with tension.

The young hero next to him desperately attracted my colleague's cringing limbs, even though he couldn't get his mind right.

1) A Ballad of Dreamland, Algernon Charles Swinburne.