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As if he was the only one who didn't know what was going on, Clay asked Isiel across the street.

"Gilard Eclipsy?”

"…I am the student who left the strange law school in a remote corner last year, which I had mistakenly suspected was the work of Clayo. I'm sorry to have pushed you so hard at that time."

Isiel blushed his ear slightly. It seemed regrettable that Clayo had been acting up because he thought he was plotting something. Clayo was also stabbed, so he quickly settled the situation.

"That's enough. It was a misunderstanding, and it's already past."

As if his appetite had just fallen, a fourth grader who put down his fork stood up leaning against the robe and approached Mark.

"Did Gillard try to summon you again?"

"Right. Summoning attempts, fourth time, ignoring illegal testing warnings!"

"He was banned from night traffic last year, didn't he write a letter of apology?"

"He wouldn't have even started if he quit writing a letter of apology."

"So he called in something with that subpoena?"

More and more students joined the conversation. They seemed to be magic class, too, when they wore a wand in their pockets or robes.

"I don't think so. Would it be so quiet if it was there?"

"That's right. If he was a genius at rediscovering the real summoning magic, he would have been taking additional tests with me every year.”

"I wrote a report last semester, but the summoning is empty and impossible to reproduce. "In the first place, people can't make a law school meal, but he does it again and again without any income."

Clayo, who was listening to the conversation of the fourth graders, flinched inside.

It was possible for a man to create a law school.

Clay was the one who created the Ether formula.

"Oh, the world would have been quite noisy if the prince hadn't controlled the information to himself. It's a good thing.'

The issue of the Tiplom Ether permanent activation formula was highly confidential, so students did not know it.

Clay felt numb and spilled some of his third glass of wine. And Lippi was helplessly robbed of the bottle of wine.

"Rey, are you already drunk and shaking.”

"I should stop drinking today."

"No, it's...Oh, give it back to me.”

"I don't like it."

"Lippy, pour me a glass."

"Okay, Leticia!"

The twins, who reached the drinking age at the age of 14, shared the wine they had taken from Clayo and poured it into their empty glasses.

In the meantime, the conversation between Mark and the fourth graders continued.

"But if you're expelled from school, Mark, what's wrong with you?"

"Listen, expulsion is not the end. These days, the door of the Mnemosine is active and the door is open to the public. They can't go to school disciplinary action like before. From now on, all third and fourth graders who took a joint class with him will be questioned. I'm subpoenaing the Capital Defense Corps Wizard!”

"Oh, my God. Since when?"

Mark looked around the restaurant, pleased with the full attention. Then he took out the watch in a theatrical gesture, opened the lid, and answered a beat later.

"From 8 o'clock today to the end of the interrogation, continue."

"Hey, you can't tell me the most important thing late!"

"I'm screwed!"

"Well, what about the night watch for the gate of Manemoshin? I'm on duty today.

Last year, the Capital Defense Corps dispatched a hostess to the gate, but after Majeondong, he took knights and wizards due to a lack of manpower.

Since then, senior members of the Capital Defense University School have resumed internal solidarity around the gate of Manemoshine and stood guard.

"Second year magic chief and chief swordsman will be on duty today. The dean will call you later."

Arthur and Clay looked at each other at the same time.

It was a bolt from the blue.

* * *

Mark was right.

Arthur and Clay, who were called to Jebedi, were told to guard the gate of Manemoshine for the night.

The boy wizard and the knight reserve took turns at the gate of Manemosine, taking turns with two senior students who had been at the gate from noon to eight.

Senior students were cursing a student named Gillard, the main culprit of the situation, saying they had to go to the Capital Defense Unit without taking a break.

Then there were only two people left.

The forest in the middle of the school was as lonely as it was before the door opened.

Of course, there were some changes from a year ago.

The mangnai and the illegal entrants became the top prosecutor and chief of the magic department, respectively.

Also, all the moss and dust have been removed from the stone-stone that is always shining, and it is Andrew stuck in the stone-stone.The light yellow color unique to the E-T gemstone stood out.

It looked quite expensive now.

At first, he didn't know anything and drank while leaning on it.’

The light source was only one gas lamp containing Arthur, but the area around the internal solidification was calm and bright. It was thanks to the light of the determination.

The internal defect surrounding the "door" was not large, so Clayo had no problem restarting it alone.

One magic ceremony was enough, too.

It occurred to me that Ezra, who had previously restarted the school's external system, mixed it with [acceleration] ceremony, and almost made a mana stone that would not be able to live even if she paid her lifetime salary.

'Last year, everything happened.’

Ezra, who played a big role in the recent bull run, became quite a celebrity.

Listening to Dionne, the truth seemed to be that he was just doing extra work voluntarily because he liked to see the beast.

As a result, it was difficult to visit the Capital Defense Institute right now, despite the accumulation of letters like kindergarten students sent by Ezra.

Or else, Clayo had a lot of work to do.

"I'm busy every day trying to figure out what I've done, and I've been thinking about something existential. Me too, by the way.'

I was relieved because I was comfortable with my limbs, eating delicious food and drinking at every meal, and doing all the chores others'

It was more comfortable to think about focusing on what was right before my eyes.

Whether it was because of the warm weather or Arthur's slow voice next to him, I no longer felt as stuffy as before.

"It's been a while since April. If it was cold, you would have been on duty and complained."

Unlike Clayo, who opened his cape coat in the summer garden, Arthur's outfit, which was already a shirt, was a bad one.

"If the temperature was below zero, I would have taken my duty off even if I used the dean's disciple's authority. If it's a winter flavor, you've tasted it a lot in Tristane. I don't think I need to see snow for the next three years."

"I'm disappointed that you're going to play tricks before you make any results."

"What if I'm disappointed?"

Clayo, who had a brusque look on his face as if everything was annoying, was the usual girl Arthur knew.

Arthur thinks Clay was just right about here.

Much more than when you can't help yourself because your tender and weak innermost feelings are revealed as if you were being torn.

"It's not like that. Still, the air is quite chilly when the sun sets, so it would be nice to have something to warm up.”

Arthur picked up a glass in the air and acted as if it were a snap. It was such a close posture that I could see a glass when I couldn't hear anything in my hand.

Clayo's keen sense of mainstream search sent a green light.

'This is a spirit.'

"Hurry up and open it."

It was slowly midnight. I wasn't hungry because I had a good dinner, but I had a different story when it comes to alcohol.

The two boys sat tight in front of the gyeolgye-seok.

Arthur, who was giggling, took out a package wrapped in paper from his cloth bag. It was a drink and a snack in the form of smell.

Arthur leaned the brown paper bag toward Clayo. The light of Gyeolgye-seok shone brilliantly in the clear glass bottle in the envelope.

"Ta-da. Do you remember this?"

"I drank it about a month ago, then can't you forget?"

It was a small bottle that was as small as 300ml, but the simple label shape was familiar.

three lakes I was a famous vodka in Tristane.

And when I took off another layer of brown paper, I found a salo as white as snow.

Salo was a salted pork with garlic and salt, and with vodka, there was no such delicacy.

"Where did you get this?”

"There's a way."

Arthur, who is dexterous, sliced the scaffold with a dagger. The trick was to inject a sword into the dagger.

Clayo was purely admiring.

"That's great. You can use the sword like this."

"You don't get a lot of oil on your knife. All right.”

It was such a novel waste of ether that I couldn't say anything, but the result was satisfactory.

"You have to do it right while you're wasting it."

While Arthur was complimenting, Clay quickly cast a spell on the vodka bottle. Lowering the temperature to which the glass would not break required quite high-level ether control.

However, the result was satisfactory.

Pouring a shot of ice-like vodka and chewing a piece of salt meat melted the savory fat into the body temperature, and the crossing was unspeakably exquisite.

"Kya."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Arthur and Clayo, partners in partnership, knew from the moment they unsealed the bottle a few minutes ago. It was a heart-to-heart that didn't need a word.

'What's a drink?'

If you don't pick it at all, you don't know, but if you pick it, you see the end.

Clayo, who had been quietly emptying his glass for a while, realized that he was embarrassed when he strictly divided the remaining liquor on the bottom of the bottle into two and poured it into Arthur's own cup.

"Oh, this, it'll smell like alcohol and garlic.

"Wake the Se-jeong spell it.”

"But I can't hide the smell coming from inside. The behemoths are going crazy. Maybe I'm tearing up the mattress, not the carpet."

You went all the way to Tristane and asked if you bought a bottle of three lakes in your row, and you lied down and rolled on the floor and scratched the carpet. Clay was completely forgotten.

Arthur, who emptied his last glass of wine and ate one of the remaining two pieces of flesh, gritted his fingers and complained.

"I thought he was a cat who drank too much, strong as a man, and his toenails were his front paws again."

"Why are you cursing my cat? It's because you look shallow. If you feel wronged, you can do it again."

"Oh! You mean you're mean. You're a cat and you're looking at me down?"

"Isn't Behemoth obviously higher in rank than you?”

"In a way."

"Belly fat or... That's what life is all about."

Clayo also emptied the glass, recalling Behemoth's soft, fluffy belly fat. Just thinking about it made me feel happy.

"I've never heard of that before. By that standard, Ray, don't you think you're a total little girl?

"I'm a little girl.”

In a short period of time, they drank strong liquor quickly and got drunk, and the two talked nonsense. It was typically a messy drinking conversation that splashed anywhere without context.

Finally Arthur pouted his lips and pointed at his right cheek.

"No way! I didn't mean it that day. He hit me with his claws up!"

"That's why I treated you. Stop complaining. He's 18 years old, and he's about the same age as a cat."

The battle of Ilmyo-il, who was rolling on the floor that day, ended in victory for Behemoth. The three cuts on Arthur's cheek eventually had to be treated by Clayo.

"You have a very bad habit. Don't you scratch that thing? If you get bitten wrong by a domestic animal, you'll be in trouble."

"The behemoth never bites. I recognize people who feed me well. It's an excellent cemetery."

"Wow, seeds."

Of course, he was a servant of the great mausoleum and a servant of wine, but Clay did not come forward to save his face.

He wrapped the empty bottle in a paper bag and put it back in the backpack Arthur brought, and hid the glass in the same bag.

After the destruction of the evidence, all that remained was intangible intoxication, and Arthur did not stop talking nonsense.

"But aren't you really gonna tell me what happened with the Archbishop of Eastoria?”

Arthur was drunk and flushed over his cheekbones, but Clay had not even turned on the yellow light in his liver at this much alcohol.

He answered in perfect saneness.

"Uh."