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It's not an old story, but it's not the kind of narrative that asks for a goddess' song.

Melchior Lyognan was quite fed up with the Muse's chorus. No matter what it is, there are too many nine times.

In the first place, this description is not tied to the promise of the story.

The lines of writing begin outside the story.

First question:

How is the world composed before the main character exists?

Is it black and dark that is not divided between light and darkness? Does detention keep its place waiting for his birth?

As expected, it is not.

In the narrative sense, there is nothing in the background before the protagonist appears. It is an era in which the pen end of a military officer is resting due to the absence of a great individual.

The tragedy of life, which is repeated to have a history that will later be described in a single line, is not the subject of this story.

Melchior Riorgnan knows the fact. Born as the eldest son of Philippe, he has experienced it eight times in person.

Here is the fact that he shook, tore, and laid the foundations of the world throughout his life:

This world, which can be reduced to letters and returned to blank paper, has been made of the word itself.

Nevertheless, for those who are not the main characters, tragedy is real.

The Royal Family Cruel, which will be the last of this millennium, is Philippe Leo.It was started by the difficulty.

He grew up behind Edward, the eldest son who was called a genius, but he had no complaints.

Philippe was not originally a son who was supposed to be king. So I was able to love. Nine years in a row, targeting the same opponent.

Philippe's first lover and first love, the maiden name, was Elene Vitia (see her last name until she died).

Eleanor was born the daughter of a flower farmer and became the king's mistress at the age of 20. It was a position she had never imagined to have.

Of course, in a very bad sense.

The lover she loved was just a young man with light brown hair and purplish eyes.

Elene, who was kind and faithful, served a loaf of bread and a cup of tea to a young man who was lost and hungry in the rain, and fell in love.

She was the only daughter of the Vittian family, and her father, who could not beat her daughter's request, allowed her to bring her son-in-law.

Eleanor, who has light blond hair and pretty blue eyes, planned every day how to decorate the cottage garden with her husband when she got married.

Philippe Lignan was given the royal protocol officer a good warning about the cost of the noble marriage, but he didn't mind it at all. Even if he was demoted to a commoner, he intended to marry Elene.

Because they could never have made a child in their belly, the fruit of their love, an illegitimate child.

The dream could have come true.

If King Edward hadn't completely, undeniably, gone mad.

Unless the reign of a young king with a brilliant appearance was so short, Elene would have welcomed Philippe as her husband.

She could have built her own garden at the mouth of the village where the bells of the church she was celebrated for her birth were heard.

Really.

Old blood vessels are always a problem. The house's madness, though rare, was definitely manifestation.

All who remember the origin of the madness were dead, and no record was left. There is only one fact that has been passed over the mist of time. At least once every five generations, some Lyognan becomes an idiot or a murderer.

This time it was the latter. On the first night of his madness, Edward killed three knights, eight men and twelve soldiers.

In fact, the storm that Edward created was nothing compared to the secret and cruel records left by the previous kings.

If newspapers and publishing were regulated, the crown could have been shining on Edward's head for a little longer.

If it had been before the belief that science could someday identify the solar eclipse of the embassy, it would have been before the people knew that they could kill the king.

Philippe was at least able to understand what a united people could do.

It was a time when every royal family on the continent was afraid of the flames of transformation.

In Carolingian, Victor Morro held the royal family, and the terrorists in Crater assassinated his cousin in a palace.

Philippe had only one option. The second prince had to persuade the Capital Defense Corps to carry out his plan.

To make the usurpation of the throne look like a normal sheep. So that long traditions can be thought of as continuing.

Not all the articles on the Capital Defense Corps were obedient to Philippe, but most of the articles made the wrong choice to avoid the worst ending.

Brotherly murder - the greatest achievement of life for a prince who loved a commoner woman, wished he could learn to raise seedlings from a craftsman, and who had occasionally been a royal adviser to see if he could inherit some of his mother's property.

It was also the first and last achievement.

Since taking the throne, Philippe has not done a single line of history. He was not a bad ruler, but he never showed excellence.

Just like the crown and the royal halls, he kept the throne as a tool for continuing the rituals and rules.

He didn't even inherit the lion's sword.

Unlike King Edward, who was an excellent prosecutor, it was only natural that he was not born with ether sensitivity.

As soon as Edward's neck was cut off by Pierce Klagen, he returned to the Black Conquest King's sarcophagus, which had fallen from the king, and never appeared again.

It was also impossible to inherit the covenant because there was no lion's sword.

Nevertheless, Philippe became king of the Albion Kingdom. Because the eclipse happened anyway.

December 1863, on the day of the Coronation in the gale.

This is a summary of what happened in the 10 months since Melchior Riorgnan was born.

Just ten months before the coronation, Elene Vitia gave birth to a illegitimate son of a prince.

Now that Philippe became king, she was granted a constellation as the first government of the king. It was possible because it was a generous albion to union outside the church.

Of course it wasn't what she wanted.

She fell down and couldn't keep her body under her eyes as she looked into her son's stone-cold face, who had never cried since she was born, and had no movement, and could not open her eyes alone.

Thus, he did not attend the coronation ceremony held by the father of the child, and did not care about it.

***

It was the leap day of the following year that Melchior opened his eyes with his own power without the help of the adults who took care of him.

At that extra time, such as the day needed to adjust the calendar, the day after eternity.

The incident in which the child's golden eyelashes trembled and revealed the iris and pupil was proof that she was alive.

The eyes, like opal, were cold as ever. But at that moment, Eleanor simply surrendered herself to a gale of joy.

"Oh, my child. My child opened his eyes. Goddess, my baby is born. He was alive.”

Eleanor, who let her hair loose, cried and laughed for two days. Then, he never returned to the former Elaine again.

Elene Vitia believed that until her death, her eldest son was born on February 29, 1864.

Philippe did not refute Elene's claim, and always gave a big birthday party for her first child, who returned once every four years.

But with only his eyes open, Melchior was an infant who did not respond to any external stimuli.

At the age of one, he still couldn't turn over or hold his head.

Everyone knew the problem of Melchior, except for poor Eleanor, who thinks her child was born the day before yesterday.

There was no law in Albion's royal family that would deprive them of the right to succeed to the throne even if they were not children of their formal spouses.

However, a child who could not swallow even a sip of milk alone had to be forced into his throat, and could not be a successor to the royal family.

The faces of the Royal Advisory Committee, the courtiers, and the Duke of Creuel all urged Philip to welcome the queen for their own reasons.

One of the pale-skinned virgins with a bloodline, a twisted appearance of a long, complex name, and a long, complex name.

The winner of the war was decided after the ball where the temple was held, a pile of portraits that did not resemble the real thing, and a battle that did not wear a soldier's weapon.

It was the young Duke of Joseph Krueel.

Philippe had no choice as he had murdered Edward.

If Philip and Edward's mother, Queen Carmela, were alive, they would have raved. She was the mastermind of the battle with Brunnen's former emperor.

Carmela's re-emergency, the empires beyond the mountain range, became the first empires in history.

In the unified Bruneen monarchy, the hawks of the emperors of Laetica took the initiative.

The court of Emperor Ferdinand was the source of the war, and there was a movement to reclaim territory that had been taken away by Albion during the reign of Absalom.

As a result, several battles between the Kloto River ended in a desperate attempt by Emperor Ferdinand. It was a huge friction between the two sides without any gains.

Giulica Charlotte Castileen was a cousin of Brunen's young emperor Joahim, as well as a cousin of Joseph Kruel. Joseph's mother was a cousin of Julica's mother.

The marriage alliance that could not have been imagined a generation ago, the combination of the oldest royal family on the continent and the youngest emperor on the continent, was the result of political calculations.

It was a time when the revolutionary government was gaining momentum in the Carolingian kingdom, located in the south-southeast of Bruneen and Albion.

It was an explanation that the fear of class confrontation was greater than the confrontation of the people.

That's how Philippe got a queen who couldn't speak Albion.

As in political marriage, the couple's relationship was cold, but within a year, the prince, the deficit and second son, was born from the queen.

His name is Aslan Rio.It was the moment of the birth of the prince of the continent's most noble lineage.

In 1865, it was at the end of winter.

***

Words were sounds and thoughts were letters.

This life has been like that from the beginning. For Melchior, the words and thoughts of all human beings were expressed simultaneously.

In this case, the innate ability of literacy becomes a curse.

From the moment Melchior was pushed to his mother's mountain road, he had to read and see at the same time the midwife who had received him mumbled congratulatory words and the idea that it was a terrible difficult birth.

Everything poured in excessively.

Even before I knew the meaning, the gap between words and thoughts, and the malicious nature of the person who smiled a friendly smile, seemed to muddy my brain.

The court was not an appropriate place for a child with sexual scars to read other people's thoughts.

What would have been different if she had been born in a quiet cottage in Angelium, her usual home, where warm winds blew from the sea?

For Melchior, time was a mix of suddenly starting without going back and forth, not getting recordable attention, and the disorder of the text that was not properly sentimental.

The author fills the pen with ink, collects and files the paper neatly. Memos and deliberations are repeated, and time and space are considered appropriate for the main character to appear.

Melchior was thrown into the chaotic space of "before" where horseshoe oil, straws, and myrrh were randomly gathered.

Without any kind guidance, torn by too many violent storms of knowledge.

Melchior was a half-face who could not open his eyes. He was the crown prince who was responsible for the crime of blood. He was a man who wanted to confront God. It was my little child whom I loved.

He was sometimes a media gunman, a dictator with a secret police force, and a suspected massacre.

The unfamiliar and unfamiliar knowledge that was sandwiched between repeated death and resurrection overwhelmed him by intertwining with the past.

Melchior could not afford to respond to external stimuli.

Silent of countless hours, the life of an inexperienced body continued.

Wearing the body of a child with dry limbs that could not eat or sleep properly, he managed to manage his time.

The years.

After nine years of life, Melchior was able to understand the fact that people could not read other people's minds.

It has been discovered that humans are not a race that proudly posts the spite behind a polite face and the humiliation behind a faithful mouth in the text of light.

The golden letters, the ugly text that dissected the abyss of the human spirit, only came to mind in Melchior's view.

Understanding brought intelligence. It was only then that Melchior established the ego. It was quite an excessive work.

Just remembering how many lives he had in his failed suicide attempt, his endless breath even when his carotid artery was torn, and his hard-working brother's murder was quickly worn out.

Repetition makes everything familiar, while unfamiliar with the distinction between each episode.

Because you remember everything, paradoxically, you can't remember individual events completely. Some names have changed roles, and some are always cliche.

So the realization was delayed.

In his previous life, the ability of 'interpreted' was only a faint whisper.

However, this function reached its ninth iteration and was expressed in a completely different way. with vivid golden letters

It was certainly an unprecedented aspect.

Of course, it could be why Elaine went crazy faster. Because the scar of the castle, which had not been seen before, exuded its radiance.

Melchior's right hand was always bandaged with the brilliant light of the scarring.

When Elaine saw the child's bare hands shining in the dark, she had a seizure and screamed, sometimes causing injuries.

Covering or covering, the stigma functioned strongly.

At first, I could only see what the maidens and servants were thinking right away.

As they grew up, the day came when they learned about their past, what they knew, what they saw, and what they heard.

Melchior didn't want to open his eyes.

The scar forced him to see too much.

The scarlet light of the iris widened with the development of skills.

Eleanor prayed to the goddess every night to return her child, who looked like Philippe and had pale blue-green eyes.

Of course the prayer was unanswered.

At first, it was a "sexual scar" that was so enormous that it was mistaken that there were no restrictions on the number of times and excesses.

Because of that, Melchior went back and forth several times due to overloading his unique skills.

It was at the age of six that "sexual scars" encountered the first constraints.

The realization of how enormous the power of this scar was was became clear in the pain of the reaction of the constraints.

It was a terrible affliction of the sort.

There was nothing he could do in the body of a poorly developed child. He had to wait helplessly for the time of the re-armament, being punished as the master of the scar.

Even though so many conditions have changed, only one premise remains unchanged.

As always, the inflection point of history, which is the basis for reloading the scar, was not created from his will.