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Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

This time, the golden ether, which is also familiar to Clayo, drew a circular [sensorship] around the prophet.

The moans of the exhausted people died down a little.

The Prophet's 4D Spectacular Effect Show was excellent, with its powerful introduction, terrifying middle, and comforting ending structure.

But the excessively good quality makes the joint of a miracle stand out.

Among the things that happen in the world, it is usually fraudulent to have a good front and a good explanation.

"Promise" broke free from the black hole for the first time this night and sent a welcome message.

The message rose above the head of a follower who stood beside him, not a prophet.

[Level 5 Wizard]

Clayo raised his lateness to the maximum.

With a ringing head, the hand of a prophet and a woman touching him came in one eye as if zooming up the camera.

Like a follower, a small woman approached the prophet and kissed him among the people.

He pretended to be exactly like that and held the mana stone.

Clayo immediately looked up the type of mana stone.

Pomegranate Stone

: Mana Stone of comfort and oblivion.]

In the meantime, the gentle light of [the Inspector] still lit up the garden, and the magic must have belonged to that five-level wizard.

'Well, you had a colleague.’

The prophet, who accepted the kisses of the naturally crowded people, finally broke the mana stone in his hand and put the magic back into action.

Unlike the magic used by the windman, the magic formula used by the self-proclaimed prophet could not be recognized at all. However, only a huge amount of purple ether flooded like a flood, filling everywhere.

The light lasted for almost a few seconds.

After barely overcoming the glare, Clay saw the face of a woman who lifted a mask slightly behind the prophet.

I knew her face.

A wizard who looks younger than his age, with his hair braided in pigtails, a friendly expression with a warm smile on it.

"Oh?!

Hester Ward was a captain of the Capital Defense Corps wizard, who had been following Ezra's special lecture as an assistant.

'...the crown prince told the sorcerer that he hadn't given his word, but did he leave it up to me and both of them?’

Perhaps the wizard Hester, who appeared with the help of a prophet, approached the deeper part rather than himself, who participated in a rally.

When Melchior was in confusion about whether he had lied or had a secret he didn't know,

Clayo breathed in, huffing.

It was because I felt as if my eyes met the prophet who was looking around the audience.

Fay!

At the same time, the purple ether's hemisphere and light, which had been around all along, faded away, and the night quickly returned.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The air filled the magical vacuum that filled the space.

A strong wind swirled through the garden, disrupting the prophet's head to leave the garden.

It was captured thanks to abnormally improved eyesight, thanks to the lateness of the promise.

A little light blue hair came out of the edge of the mask. The prophet gathered his hand to the head and disappeared into the darkness without a sound.

That was it.

The fallen men were picked up by masked servants and moved inside, and the standing men were humming as if they could not remember what had just happened.

"Something, I thought I saw something amazing."

"I feel like I'm born again....”

"Didn't you hear a lot?"

"I'm as tired as if I've been beaten, and I'm exhausted... This feeling of fullness is....”

Clay, who was collecting people's conversations, naturally frowned.

I don't know what structure it was, but the light at the beginning and the light at the end seemed to form a kind of suggestion.

The details of what happened during the Prophet Lightning show are crushed and only the great excitement and intoxication of the time remain.

This is why Melchior's men couldn't get inside. The finishing touch is poppy mana... It literally means religion is the opium of the people.

Madame Ramor, who disappeared during the process, climbed up to the unit and cleared her voice.

"Guys, I'm sure this night's experience was something you couldn't do anywhere else. If you have come to this meeting more than once, and wish to see the secret of the deep-seated platform again, I sincerely ask you to express your sincerity."

It was a collection time again.

Participants caught up in the scam began to scramble to offer money. From the accessories he had put on to the pockets on his waistband, he shook them off.

Now that it has happened, there was no choice but not to attend the next ball.

The servants with earplugs moved mechanically and packed jewels and gold coins.

The demand was one of the demands given that Madame Lamour, who uses a fake carolinger accent, was caught in the wind. If you want to get an invitation to the next ball, you can't afford it.

There were no more Auroom gold coins. Clayo was crying and took a piece of Mana Stone out of his subspace pocket.

After receiving it, the servant gave me an invitation. This time, it was an envelope written in pure gold ink on black paper.

***

4:30 in the morning.

At a time when a corner of the sky turned blue, a small light was lit in the drawing room.

The two twins fell asleep, head to head on the sofa, insisting that they should have a meeting, too.

Even when the ether level went up, the children were children.

Chelsea, Arthur, and Isiel were alive and alive regardless of time, and Clay was the only one who was being buried in a couch and dying.

Arthur clenched his fist and refuted Clayo's opinion.

"No. It's never an infiltration mission. Even if it was a mission, he must have been captured. Hester Ward sincerely wants the magic of the Prophet to succeed.

I felt it for sure... "If you can make up the emotions in your voice so truly, you should be on stage at the Peter Sham Lane Theater as the lead actor, not as a wizard."

"Really?"

"I heard a conversation between the two before the ball started. The prophet is trying to figure out a plan to go ahead with the main edition and assist if there is a shortage of ether."

Arthur's words were persuasive, considering the process of whether it was the Code Society or the Revival Society.

It's all the more so because it's a skewer that smells like wet water from head to toe.

"While Madame Lamarr was warming up inside, I caught a con artist and a assistant waiting on the terrace behind the mansion. And I was lying on my stomach in the pond listening to the conversation. I don't think you're saying this on purpose to listen to me.”

Clayo, who had been buried in the sofa, raised his thudding waist. His voice grew on his own voice.

"No, such a dangerous thing... Did she stop you?”

"Don't stop me. I've been on the lookout to keep you out of sight.”

There is a limit to being stamped on the foot of an axe that was believed to be.

Clayo, who was holding a glass of warm water, looked at him with a face that said, "How could that be?" and Isiel answered with his eyes straight.

"Believe in Arthur's hunch. I can't explain it, but if you follow what Arthur felt, sometimes you come to a surprising conclusion."

"Thank you, Isiel. Look, Ray, sometimes ask me to trust you. I've been getting this critical information.”

As expected, the prophet was a wizard.

And the reason why he was pretending to be a fake prophet and extorting people's money was to collect mana stones and do something bigger.

"I was excited that if I did this, I'd be able to do something called 'grand magic' next time."

"Hester, do you agree there?"

"It's like sympathy. You're more excited than you are, aren't you? 'I implore you to share this great message of blessing, grace and choice. The holy water from God gave the prophet a miracle.' But he was not usually happy. It's a way of talking, even if it's an exaggeration."

Clay felt an ominous premonition in Hester's words, which Arthur carried.

If the combined power of divinity, magic, and scarring exists in the world, will God leave such a terrible variable?

Is this not a coincidence? Do I have to deal with it?'

Clayo mumbled in a weak tone.

"That's how much magic you can follow, it's a show that's going to go over. It's a brilliant ether effect, and I think some people have even shown magical hallucinations.”

This time Arthur looked puzzled.

"Magic? I couldn't see anything outside. What the hell did you do inside?"

Rachel stretched out her arms dramatically.

"Huh, you didn't see it? You're shooting the light so loud."

"Not at all."

Isiel added a more detailed explanation.

Outside the hemispherical shroud surrounding the building and the central garden, there was no sign of what was happening inside. The flag was also blocked and access was of course impossible."

"I don't know. I managed to get my attention out of the dark side of the room without escorting him and showing him a gaudy magic show... The hemisphere itself had a shield. What kind of magic is that? Ray, do you understand?”

Clayo cleared his voice from fatigue and explained to Arthur and Isiel what was going on inside.

It was a vision that did not work for people with ether sensitization, followed by magical effects.

"…so, I've been showing you ten times the magic of scattering snowquats on final exams. I didn't know exactly what kind of magic he was using."

"If Ray doesn't recognize it, it's a very high-quality magic. Hmm. I understand how people go crazy when they shoot me like that."

"But if Clayo is so majestic and beautiful, he should be inflated by the participants, even if he is not seen around him. Why didn't it get any louder?"

The question of Isiel was reasonable.

"My guess is it's a sort of suggestion device. If you shine a really bright light at the beginning, you remember the frenzy at the last ball, and if you shine that light at the end, you forget what happened during the dance.”

"Rey's right. But I just feel like I've seen something incredible, something incredible, and it makes me look like an addict again."

"So they're desperate for the mysterious experience and they're spitting out a lot of money."

Isiel frowned unpleasantly.

"That's a nasty trick.”

"It's a bad thing."

"He's one of the best crooks."

"Money alone is suspicious enough, but there's 'magic' in it."

"The name Marcion must be a pseudonym, so how do we dig up the identity?"

"I know he's a young man. But he has a normal physique....”

While listening to the three people's conversation, Chell opened his eyes as if he was recalling something and stepped in.

"But Ray, isn't his voice familiar?”

Marquion's voice was not particularly good or bad. The speech was also a standard language of Lundane, which was not characterized.

"I'm not even in society, so how do I know?"

"No, I think it was a school, not a social life. We're not in the same classmates. But I'm sure I've heard it somewhere... Oh, we don't have any more leads."

Clayo suddenly recalled a clue he had witnessed when he lit his last light.

"The self-proclaimed prophet, his hair color was a little strange. Blurred blue like the winter sky."

"You had sky blue hair? How did you see that?"

"I was closest to you. The hood flipped over when the wind blew.”

The cello hardened with its lips slightly open. I could guess that a fierce search was taking place in her head.

As if she had finally printed out her search results, she burst out.

"Oh, my God, Gillard Eclipsyah!

"Gilard Eclipsy? Who's that?"

"Ah, you don't know that you're going back to school because you're a jerk at first, and then you're just holding a sword. The 975th grader!