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Clayo became conscious of an invisible tasserton. It was because I couldn't hear that word only for Clayo.

'That's... if you've been killed so many times, this cold attitude of Melchior is worth taking into account.'

Despite the separation, the present prince was really frightened.

Sweat was now welling up to my forehead. The shirt is probably too sweaty to recover.

'No, it's more common to keep Tasserton still around. No matter how little the means are given, it's not a matter of renting a cat's hand....’

"How can I be happy to have loyalty as an end to stealing death from the eighth mountain Isalt and forcing his life?"

The exact opposite was said by Clayo, who was prepared to hear about the inside story of the murder.

What? Steal death? You didn't kill him?"

Besides, you forced me to live.

In ancient Albionic languages that you don't know, was there a form or a variation of 'killing'?

Even the translation function of "Promise," which has been perfect so far, was questionable.

Melchior seemed to understand Clayo's hard reaction a little differently.

"What's so amazing about having memories of the chapters I've already fallen for? If you were chosen by God, you would not be ignorant of the structure of a world woven of letters. Memory is a curse given only to those who are bound by the purpose of history but cannot be its main character.”

Melchior quietly sweeps the back of his right hand, which is wrapped in a glove.

"…the punishment is exempt for the protagonist of our history."

If this story is being used, Melchior's spoken ink will be as red as the initials of the vegetarian Bible.

"Technology beyond the time, ideas that are not within the boundaries of the time, are easy for you to do. So, what do you call it, a portrait? It was very cool."

This is not a question of technology.

The history of this world is a list of evidence recited by the 'knowledge' that it has an ultimate purpose.

"I wonder where your soul, weighed down by memory, comes from. Anyway, he's not the son of Baron Asher."

When I saw "Promise" quiet, I didn't even use my own skills, but there seemed to be a faint gold under his gloves.

Even though it was early summer, Clay felt cold. It was a sense of being dissected alive.

Melchior was very good at smelling the fear from his partner. His tone became more relaxed.

"Oh, I'm not accusing you of transferring. The night on the land of Tristane filled me with memories that I couldn't afford... I'm asking for your help because it's a burden that can't be left alone.”

The wet shirt cooled in the jacket. Clayo managed to remove his lips.

"I don't know if it's something I can do."

"Aren't you God's lion who came to stop me? In this world, people with scars are used differently, and all are tools of God. You can't help but understand me."

Melchior's words were true to some extent.

I could understand the cause of his action even though I couldn't forgive him for what he did. As if I could understand the background even though I didn't agree with him.

"Our goddess puts forward the next millennium at the beginning of every millennium. That's the inflection point of history. At that time, it repeats itself until the world is found in the direction God wants."

Clayo's restless trembling stopped.

It was an unprecedented revelation.

"Last millennium's protagonist was Leonid Riognan, who struggled with betrayal and love to achieve the history God wanted."

The story that the repetition of a certain section of history to adjust the direction of the next era takes place every thousand years was something that has never been seen in any history book.

"So this guy's got a memory? Before I became a Melchior, all my life...?’

As seen in the amphitheater, Erato has been living his life over and over.

It was not surprising that one of them was Queen Isalt. Because Melchior held on to the covenant of the simile of eternity that Lancelo Armoryk swore to Isalt.

"But even the life of Isalt has been repeated.’

So how many times has his life been repeated?

His head seemed to be spinning when he learned the identity of the aforementioned "blackness."

There were already enough eight times.

It was time for a person who was healthy to go crazy.

"It wasn't only Leonid who suffered leading to a history that would be recognized as a power outage."

Well, in a world that is used in that way, when the protagonist suffered at least once, his neighbors would have suffered many times more.

If the protagonist of history awakens when he loses a person, the person who is loved by him must die, and if the protagonist is to struggle with betrayal, his friend should have violated faith.

"Queen Ethelt had to live again eight times, until the Ether was revered as a man of God's grace and magic became the truth of the world. I only hope for the peace of death."

The prince, who paused for a moment, gently turned his head as if looking at the sign of his back, and then turned to Clayo.

The scarlet flag was almost gone by the [sensorship] just now, and the eyes were reminiscent of the light of the new green.

"Of course, a man's dogma has crushed the plan, and Essalt, who has done his duty to the heroes of the time, has not died out. What did you read from the Duke of Armoryk, who broke the wind of Isalt and forgot about the repetition?"

"The Duke of Armoryk" means "Lancel Tristane" and also refers to "Tasserton Tristane".

Tasserton, who remembered his past life as Lancelot, did not seem to have been able to go back to their city center.

That's why we're pushing Clayo here, who seems to have a clue.

'When you dramatize an actual event, a contract is inevitable. It's been dozens of lives, so how long it's really been... The manuscript wasn't the only one that got worse by overwriting it.’

Memory also loses accuracy after a long period of time due to overlapping and intertwining. It was very common for people to have mixed feelings about the same incident.

This time, Clayo's side is slightly discouraged and looks behind the prince. That doesn't mean you can see a hidden sodmaster.

The garden was quiet without wind.

In places like this, conversations between the two could be heard clearly even if they were not sensitive to ether.

Clayo's answer will be given to both the man in front of him and the man out of sight.

It was driving me crazy.

I didn't want to say that in front of the Sodmaster, who was regarded as worthless to the king and even my father's body, who had terrible skills.

Self-preservation instinct sounded a red light.

Why do I have to tell you this?

Although the two men wanted to solve the problem by themselves and wanted to get out quickly, Clay took bitter medicine quickly because he was not the one to give up.

"I beg your pardon, but to the Duke... There was a sign that said the man who killed God."

"What god."

"□□□□□□□□□□□□□?C. Why did you say...?”

Clayo made clear. "Erato, the child of the goddess Menemosi."

But the words didn't make any sound.

He has been through such a thing before.

The omission occurred when the archbishop spoke of his previous life's name and the structure of the world.

The narrative's powerful deterrent was being unleashed.

"Tell me again.”

“…□□□.”

The movement of the lips is off and the voice is silenced. It was the same no matter how many times I tried it.

I tried to make a voice even by force, but the bloody smell began to come out from deep in the throat. Clayo's face, which was usually white, was almost blue.

When I tried to write the word with a fountain pen on the box, my hands were out of sync.

The common name of the goddess has become an impossible word to write and deliver.

In the end, it was the man who gave the order that stopped his attempt.

"I don't want it to be delivered, so stop it."

"Low…."

Melchior looked happy even though he didn't get an answer.

"Hahaha! I never imagined this. I see, it's something I should never know.”

If the joy of the sniper who captured the target is also a pleasure. If the smile of a man who has endured the death of his limbs on a statue while he is not taking his eyes off the scope is also a smile.

"Maybe the name of the god is the most accurate subject given to me."

"What's the subject? What does that mean?"

"I remember everything that happened throughout my life, but that's why too much knowledge has lost its system. A library without classification is not a repository of knowledge, but a maze of paper columns. The name of my Holy Father, too, has been buried somewhere.”

'Sure…!'

"This is the most recent memory that came to mind. There is no magic theory in the world yet, Mount Helicon was very high, and the title given to the Duke of Armorik was "sin-sacred" even when I was not Philip's son. Lancelot himself could never identify the god he killed."

It was unthinkable.

The crown prince, who seems to know everything that happens on this land, doesn't know the identity of my Holy Father and the origin of my knight's title.

"God doesn't let Melchior know who he is?’

The first dead god exists with the self-consciousness of being human through time, the world, repetition, and wear.

Existence is tied to countless constraints, and overwhelming memories have mixed up information that needs to be known.

Melchior hated the god of this world.

If he realizes that he is not only a tool of God, but also one of the gods who once created the world and was once revered by man,

What will happen to him?

Will the antagonism continue?

Do you want to go against God?

Can we still burn the will to kill?

Above all

"Is it possible for him to become the king of the kingdom, the master of human history?"

No. That question is wrong.

Possibility or impossibility will not affect Melchior's behavior.

He did everything he could, and that really was Arthur's motive.

No matter how hard you try, you never give up.

"I understand why Moussa is taking the blood of the Rionan royal family to fulfill his purpose. Durability and tin are titanium-class....’

The crown prince, who took off his hat, points dry toward the line.

"And that being reborn forever is like a deep-seated ink stain on the bookshelf. It's tarnishing every page in the same way without any context. So I take him as an article. It's the only thing you don't have to share with God."