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"He must like the garden very much because he can't take his eyes off it."

Although the prince's presence of oppression still lingered, the feeling of being at the top of his head when facing him is no longer a horror.

It was something between anger and understanding.

After blinking a few times, Clay replied as if he were really enjoying the garden.

"I was amazed at his sense of decorating this sophisticated garden with only purple flowers with different brightness. The more I see it, the more mysterious it is."

"We've had a particularly good crop this year. Fertilizers with phosphorus help plants grow. The more violent the field was, the more reason why flowers bloomed the following year.”

It was the sound of the early summer flowers in full bloom making them look dizzy.

If anyone had told you that the body was used as fertilizer in a garden in the heart of the royal castle, it would have been considered a bad joke..

'If this guy says that, it doesn't sound like a joke!’

Melchior, who was looking at Clayo's crumpled expression, smiled loudly, bending his eyes finely.

"That's a joke. You're still naive.”

The prince looked very happy to me alone.

"Just as even the faithful director of Driscoll could not find out whose work the wonderful extravaganza was released to Lundane on the day Arthur was released, let the body of a warlord officer in Mainrat be somewhere in the gray area. It's like we exchanged it once, so don't be sorry."

He/she said he/she would not blame him/her even though he/she knew who was behind the revelation.

"It was pretty fun for me."

What on earth am I supposed to answer to that?

Clayo was suffocated. Despite the cool shade, the tight detachable collar was full of cold sweat.

Click, click.

Whether Clayo sweated or not, Melchior, who was the only one who emptied the teacup with ease, put both hands in white gloves on the table and put them on the table.

"Well, that's it for the introduction. I'm not in a position to spend the time comfortably, so you, the knight of the dynasty, should carry out your duties. [ Inspector] I command you."

Clayo stretched his shoulders slightly out of sight.

"The purpose of today's summons was not to investigate the extraterrestrials, but to resolve the side effects of skill.’

It's a relief.

The sorcerer took the wand out of his arms in a ready position and put it down next to the teacup.

"Without recourse, degradation, and mana stone, the effect of mitigation will be weak. Do you have an onyx of sleeping?"

"Very relaxed."

"Then please."

With a gentle tilt of his head, Melchior ordered a small voice.

"Get Onix ready.”

I didn't know where he was talking to. The garden was still full of two men.

It was then.

Set-

Tasserton's new type was revealed between the shadow end of the pillar hanging behind the prince and the thickly stretched shrub that could not reach human hands.

"Ninja or ninja?".’

He had a natural attitude as if he had been there from the beginning, but he had never noticed his existence until this moment, even though he was writing "late."

She was an eight-level sodmaster.

Now she has gone beyond her shirt to wear a waistcoat and jacket lining.

Clayo, who usually doesn't move well, rarely sweats, but he seemed to sweat out a whole year's worth of today.

Without looking back, the prince gestured lightly.

The prince treated Sodmaster, who was overwhelming just by hiding and revealing his appearance and walking a few steps.

Tasserton naturally lowered his posture and placed a small pocket on the table.

With a heavy feeling, it seemed like the Onyx of Bedding.

I was surprised to see that you were using Sodemaster as a man-made carrier.

If it is a precious Mana Stone to control the crown prince's madness, there will be no safer storage than the loyal Swordmaster's inside pocket.

Although reasonably convinced, Clayo's expression was a spectacle as his wickedness did not go away. How dare you play the sodmaster like a slave?

Either way or not, Tasserton neither looked at Clay nor greeted him.

It was not surprising that he threatened a person with a knife in his throat and didn't even say a word of apology. In the eyes of this author, how can a human being other than the crown prince be seen as a human being?

Melchior added an order in a very polite and obsequious manner to the duke.

"Open it up, so Lord Clay can see what's inside."

Tasserton looks at the wizard with a subtle look of alertness.

The eye contact was just in the moment, so Clay wondered if he had been mistaken.

"The Onyx of Bedding is in many sizes, so choose the right one based on Lord Clayo's judgment. I'm not in very bad shape right now, so I'll take that into consideration."

"…I see. I guess Onix wasn't all he got from Tristane the other day."

At this point, Clay felt like he had to pretend to be surprised.

There were three adult phytones that appeared at the time of the death. One of them used a mana stone, so he had to know that he had two onyx left.

'Even if the route is already broken, we'll have to stick to it until the end. There's nothing good about being caught up in the internal affairs of the Crown Prince Guards.’

"I got some more Mana Stones by a coincidence. One day, in the far past, before the magic of the world, a group of young phyton flew up from the low ridges of the Pintos Mountains. It's a story from a very distant time, so even I've forgotten it until recently.”

Tasserton unsealed his harness pocket while Clay was solidified by Melchior's sudden disclosure of information.

Pulling up the ether to meet certain conditions was a harness pocket.

Phew-

Under the silver ether of the Swordmaster, the pouch opened its mouth. At the same time, the name of the ether user came into the air.

[8 Level Examination]

Title: Knight of the Lake | Reincarnation of the New Year]

Clayo opened his eyes. Perhaps because of the long rise in narrative intervention, the title of Tasserton, which had been hidden in the past, was fully revealed.

'A slain…!'

In an instant, I remembered a play that was played in a circular theater.

The goddess who looked exactly like Melchior and the murderer of God who looked just like Tasserton.

It was a record of 'history'.

With his chin on one hand, Melchior continued to speak like a song.

"…but now I know the old past, and that's why I'm getting so much help. There was a handful of onyxes under Absalom's barrier."

Clay felt dizzy with excessive audiovisual information that the prince's words and the title of Tasserton simultaneously gave off.

However, he pretended to look at the onyx in his pocket, holding the table tightly.

[Onix of Sleeping]

There were more than 20 mana stones, all of which were genuine.

Two of the largest mana stones may have come from the Tristane estate, but other than that, they ranged from small fingernails to two fingers.

'The last manuscript showed phyton only in the Tristane estate. There was no rumor anywhere else.’

And in the last manuscript, the age at which the crown prince died was in his early thirties.

"Even after eight lives, it's not a long time to be called.’

Melchior was never a temper to exaggerate something.

Does that mean you remember your life before you were born as Melchior? All of them?'

Then there is contradiction in his behavior.

You were once a god, but you strongly declare yourself a human?

'It doesn't fit.'

The head was complicated, but I don't think it'll take too long, so Clayo picked up an egg onyx and looked up.

"I can't believe I saved so many Onyxes of his precious slumber. I'm Hongbok. I'm going to write a little piece here."

"I believe in your choice. Get back, Tasserton."

Clayo flinched inwardly.

At any time, the way the prince called his article was heterogeneous.

The 32nd noble Duke of Armoryk, Melchior still called it by name. Even Clayo, who is only an honorary knight, is a person who gives the title of Lord.

But it seemed that Clay was the only one here who cared about it.

The knight seemed to have no discontent with the handling of the Lord Jeju.

The peacock, whose hair was blue, closed his pockets and put the ether back in and sealed it.

Tasserton, who had stepped back from the pavilion where the crown prince and Clayo sat for a long time, hid himself in the shade again without a trace as he appeared.

As he is putting his hand on the sword's grip even though he is moving away, Clayo made it clear that he will start performing as soon as he makes a false move.

His obedient hearing of Melchior's order seemed to be an act of calculating that clay can be overpowered with a single stroke, even if it is far away.

I never wanted to be threatened by Tasserton again.

Clayo quickly started a school of law school.

Five [sensorship] magic ceremonies, which were narrowed down to the size of one prince, were laid out one by one.

As the bright light from below shone on the prince, his eyes and exposed forehead looked more like statues than usual.

Holding Wand in one hand and Onix in one hand, Clayo delicately adjusted Ether and recited the truth.

Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Onyx is broken.

The explosive light was brighter than day, so the garden seemed to have two suns.

Even after the double rash was resolved, the overlapping magic shined for a long time.

The prince looked down at his hands, which were wrapped in gloves. The pain seemed to have gone away.

"Are you all right?"

"Very good."

"Thank God."

This was the only thing that I meant.

If something goes wrong with Melchior, isn't there someone beyond the shadow who wants to see the blood of Clayo about ten times that of Melchior?

Clayo peeped behind Melchior without realizing it.

"Huh. Are you interested in that guy with that name?"

"There are so many rumors that you've shown great performance that if you don't pay attention, you've lied."

"I've told you many times, but you're not good at lying. Don't pretend you didn't see.”

"What do you mean….”

The prince smiled with a shimmer of light. The second sun in this garden is like a prince's smile, not magic.

And his cold words betray the warmth of a smile.

"You look above his head, not his eyes. Isn't that where the title comes from? In the letter of God? That's how your scar works."

“!!!”

As expected in the duke of the Night of the Mausoleum, it was clear that the castles of Melchior were also in a 'reading' form.

Otherwise, how can we guess the form of a "promise" notice that even Arthur does not know?

"You've made me feel better and better, so I can answer some questions. Our God is by no means kind, so you want to know a lot, right?

The prince's beautiful voice rings like a declaration amid the silent garden where even birds have died down.

Perhaps even if you stand on the other end of the garden, you can hear it clearly. Not even to the invisible Tasserton.

"The Duke of Armoryk's loyalties stem from betrayal."