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Clayo explained to Chelsea:

The information about Hydra's poison will certainly appeal to the Crown Prince, so if you call the Royal Counselor's direct number and spill the story, the meeting will definitely take place.

But there was no phone in the room.

"If I can make an appointment on the phone and see him at the planned time, Behemoth will come and draw an O with his right foot on the floor. If it doesn't work out today, I'll tell him to draw an X."

"He's a clever catch."

"It's a very smart young mausoleum. It's beyond imagination."

"Yes, yes. Every pet owner says his dog cat is a genius. Well, your black cat is really smart."

It's been a long time to time.

The behemoth splashed out with milk on its mouth.

Behemoth, who has good ears, listened to both of them. The behemoth, which didn't like the sound of the pet, rose like a spring and attacked Chelsea.

Of course, a five-level prosecutor avoided the cat without being so easy.

"Woe! Woo-eh-eh-eh! (Not enough to make him run errands like a son-in-law!) Who is whose pet?"

The whole room shook. Clayo, sitting in a female chain with a blue calico fabric, held the cat in his arms.

"I can't. Have you finished eating? Aren't you hungry now?"

Behemoth, who had bristled up, was cussed by Chelsea as a final warning and held in Clayo's arms.

"Meow. Muehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." We'll have to cook dinner later."

"You heard about that earlier, didn't you? Circle if you can. X if you can't. When this is over, I'll save you anything from Dernier and the Merridis, so please take good care of me until today."

"What, miya-ah-ah-ah." (Huh, I'll let you go today. I see.)

"Are you asking your cat for a job and offering you something delicious in return?”

"Yes, I think we should prepare something more than a royal dinner."

"My dear, he's not a cat. It's never a cat."

"If it wasn't for you, you and I wouldn't have contacted each other. Why do you speak ill of such a cute and wonderful cat?"

"Whew, covering up. Anyway, if something goes wrong and you don't think you can meet the prince by the end of the day, I'll write the destination in the name of Mr. Skreyer on the Central Station bulletin board, so let's meet and plan again."

"I'll do that. But if I don't show up by the end of the day, you can either hide underground or go home."

In fact, the promise was just a follow-up measure to ease Rachel's mind.

If Clayo shows his face at the Leyton Hotel, he will know his whereabouts not only in the secret intelligence department but also in the Asher Corporation's investigation department.

Even though he avoided it only once, he thought it would not be easy to escape their pursuit twice.

Chele, who was looking alternately at the cat and Clayo, sighed softly.

"Your father was pardoned for bailing Oman Dinar and donating money to the Crown Prince Guards, and going to the palace on the road, if you're not worried, it's a lie."

Clayo, pressed by Behemoth and buried in a chair, managed to pull his arm out of his arm and put a wand in his pocket.

"Let's talk as peacefully as possible, and if it doesn't work... I'll run away even if I get a reward for treason. Then you have to help me."

The uncharacteristic homage of a young man who already knows how to use the most horrible magic was to reassure her.

"Well, I'd rather have a sadder lady suggesting you run away. It's disgusting, so be careful not to do that."

"Haha, I get it. And the rest, I trust you, Chelsea."

"Yes, leave it to me. The Swift Street Women's Press Conference is definitely here for lunch. Tonight we'll have citizens of the capital gather in front of the Bruneen Embassy to protest."

The tip-off document, which the two produced only the most provocative parts of the incident, was a mixture of belligerence and passionate nationalism.

"I'm a little embarrassed because I think the old Conservative party is doing what they used to do. Or there's no way to save the Kishion and the kids.’

Clayo shook his head off misconceptions.

Arthur and his friends had a solid system of faith and each had the potential to carry out tasks on his own judgment, but it was still not enough to compete with the prince.

On the other hand, Melchior, who had both arms and power, had no colleagues to make a leading judgment on his behalf.

"There are loyal henchmen who risk dishonor for him, but the Duke of Tristane seems to have a temper for not being able to hold the press underwater, and Bessna can't go on the surface.’

As Behemoth has informed us, the prince's direct control of all matters means that no judgment will be made when he is absent.

I had to dig into that part to get a chance. Don't think about anything else.

The original documents and the original luggage were left to Chelsea. When Clayo's appearance was finished, Harris took him up to the third floor of the T-room.

Miss Harris lived in a three-story flat next to the Harris Tea Room and a walled building. After crossing the balcony with her guidance, Clayo was able to get to the entrance to the first floor of the flat.

When he straightened out his waist and wore a hat in a suit, he looked like a completely different gentleman from the one who first entered the Harris Tea Room on Swift Street.

After a while, the tea room at the rayton hotel was quiet.

This is because even during the general meeting of the hospitality industry, business conversations often took place at Bana Club rather than T-room.

Clay ordered a cup of tea and asked for a phone call. The clothes were luxurious and natural, so I didn't draw.

Lawrence Kinear, who received the phone call, tried to hang up, turning around, as the enemy was Clayo, the opponent beyond the phone.

Your Royal Highness is busy, you can't see him at any time just because you want to see him.

However, judging from his previous experience, Clay would have been ordered to report his words to Melchior.

He pushed hard.

"Be clear with me, Lord Lawrence Kinney. If anyone else in Albion finds out about this first, the anger will have to be borne by the Lord."

Beyond the phone, I could feel the royal counsel's spirit waned. Indeed, the prince seemed to be afraid.

["...I see. What should I say?"]

"I have something to say about the by-products of 'Era's Iron Pill,' please tell me."

Ezra's iron filings were the sole ingredient of Hydra. The meaning of the diary that Clayo read in the previous King's Library is now well understood by Melchior.

"If an engineer wants to meet the prince by express, he needs to shake this bait.’

Melchior has shown interest in anything that happens for the first time in his life. Clayo has also lived as if he were dead, for he had not acted first.

But now was the time to move.

Beyond the phone, Lawrence Kinnear's silence deepened. Perhaps he thought Clayo had delivered some kind of cryptography.

["Yes, sir. Where's your reply?"]

"Layton Hotel T-room, please."

Took.

The phone was cut off rudely. Of course, you don't feel like being polite. A noble royal adviser was threatened by a first-degree traitor.

The operator asked if he would reconnect the phone.

["The Royal Counsel has been disconnected. Do you want to reconnect?"]

"That's okay. I'll get a reply in a little while."

["Okay."] Thank you."]

Clay came back to his seat and drank cold tea. I also checked the morning paper at the hotel.

Still, there was nothing but complacency.

Turning to the outside of the large glass window, a familiar black figure grew in front of the pie shop across the street.

No... how did you get here already?

Clayo, who enhanced his safety by turning on "Tardiness," could find a behemoth pretending to be cute and eating in the meat of a pie.

A sudden death came to Clayo, who was distracted by looking after the cat.

Sir, this is a reply from Lawrence Kinney.

"Oh, I see."

As expected, Lawrence Kinnear was told that he would arrange a seat in the Oval Office an hour later.

It was as planned.

Clayo walked out of the hotel, crossed the street, and pretended to look at the contents of the standing billboard. Soon the behemoth loomed at his feet. He swept the cat's back and whispered it.

"It's done."

"Oh, my. I see. Take care of yourself."

The behemoth, which swept through Clayo's shin with its long tail, disappeared into the shadow of the back alley.

Clay checked the time over the window of the watch shop. It was eleven o'clock.

'The meeting was at noon. It's too late for the paper to be published in the evening, but... You'll be able to make an extra payment soon.’

In two years, Clay was again at the door of the king's office in the building of Parliament.

He has grown so tall that he now has a different level of eye for the door. It was a bit inappropriate, but it was a new feeling.

"Lord Cleio Asher, coming in."

"I'm coming in."

On both sides of the entrance to the office in Melchior, guards used a different title to announce Clayo's visit.

There was no answer, but he took his step in knowing that he should go in. At the same time, they turned on the "disturbances" It was a basic function to deal with the prince.

Even though the sun changed twice, the scenery of the office remained the same.

A large mahogany desk with a window behind it, a pile of papers, ready-made sofas and tables sold at department stores, and a tea set with no gold foil.

Everything is the same, but the meaning of the scenery is read completely differently by Clayo. The three years spent in Albion gave him a natural eye.

'This place is more like a solicitor's office than an acting king. It's not until the beginning of his inauguration that he was pushed by the aristocrats' backs, but he could have moved his office as much as he wanted. Why would he use this place?'

But it wasn't just his growing eye that made the room feel empty.

It was because there was no presence that attracted the attention of people such as teacups when they visited this place before.

I thought the guards let me in because I was in there. Where did you go after accepting the interview?’

Clayo looked around in the empty office. Only the deep blue river Tempus was shining out of the window.

It was then.

profitable profits

One of the panels on the left wall, decorated only with thin mouldings, opened as it entered the wall, and suddenly the owner of the office appeared.

Clayo's body stiffened itself.

The tall prince leaned down casually and escaped from the secret shoulder-high door.

What was seen inside the crowded panel was a dark passage that revealed the stone wall.

'...you're using this office for a secret passage?’

The prince, who finds Clayo standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, smiles conventional. Clayo felt like it was the sound of an old trumpet.

"It's quite surprising that a policeman would visit my office even though I didn't call him."

The function of tardiness has been expanded to the full extent in front of the ideal.

The smell of blood, dust and mold that the prince could not get rid of was detected.