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"What's that?"

"Bottles! There are quite a variety now. It's not the same cork as before, it's the new crown cap, it doesn't change its taste! Fran, you're ale, right?

The crown cap was a crown-wrinkled metal can lid. It was the latest invention in the world today, as seen in Coca-Cola bottles.

Arthur liked the invention very much.

I deserved to like it.

The beer, sealed with a metal lid, tasted good.

Inside Arthur's sack, there were several brown bottles with water droplets on the surface.

There were various kinds of lager, ale, and black beer.

"Hmm."

Her expression was the same as just now, but a faint sense of joy rose from Fran's countenance.

the river at the end of the river

The sun is dazzlingly white, and the patterns on the surface of the water are blue.

A glass of beer in the shadow of a willow twig with a gentle breeze.

It was a deployment that even activists of iron blood couldn't help but pass.

Clayo moved to put the last cream on Arthur's excellent preparation.

"Wait a minute, I'll lower the temperature quickly. It got warm while I was bringing it."

Piaad-

Clayo, who quickly opened the circle, lowered the temperature of the beer.

Arthur quickly snatched the cold bottle, and tapped it in the stomach to open the bottle cap. It was a skilled work that didn't require a bottle opener.

"Come on."

Fran accepted the disease without hesitation.

"I'll drink it well."

Arthur laughed, showing his fangs.

"What about you, Ray?"

"I'm Lager."

"All right."

The three men, who lightly hit the body of the bottle, enjoyed a sip of beer on the boat in the middle of the summer.

a light sweat on the skin

The ice-cold beer in the middle of the day was fantastic.

While emptying each other's illness amid uncomfortable silence, Fran suddenly pointed to the hemisphere of hugs.

"But Asher."

"Huh?"

"Didn't you say that the closer the mating half gets, the brighter the light gets?”

"I did."

"It looks like that's what's happening right now."

"Oh? No way. I'm looking for a piece that I've left in the workshop a long way downstream....”

Their conversation was interrupted by a strange noise.

Tatatatatatat-

As I had heard in my previous life, I could hear a sound like driving a cultivator.

Artificial winds swept through the drooping willow branches.

A white six-pack was facing this way across the dazzling summer midday sky.

'Is it Rachel? 'And that's, uh, the angle of the jockey. Oh, my God.

The plane was rapidly lowering its altitude.

But it was a forest with less than a single road.

There was no place for Clayo, an outsider, to take off normally, on a small island full of reeds and willow trees.

Are you trying to get started? No, seriously!

Clayo urgently circled and swallowed a ridiculous scream inside.

Even if Rachel used [hardening] to get out, the plane could not be safe once it landed on the water.

What if we break that thing down now? What are we going to do? Wow, this is driving me crazy!

He had five layers of fast food.

There was no time to come up with a proper statement. Urgent words were thrown out reflexively.

"[Lower down!]"

The inside of the ribs felt like rain, and Ether escaped at once.

In comparison, the magical effect was clumsy. It was because of an absurd statement.

It was fortunate that the gas was not thrown out of the magic but held it gently.

Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Swoosh!

The plane sank vertically on a small island full of reeds and shrubs. It was not a normal landing, but an unnatural form of deceleration.

Fran, who had already thrown out a beer bottle, quickly went up to the dock. Clayo, who quickly passed the remaining beer, followed suit.

From the cockpit of the plane that gave it a vertical landing, a cello wearing goggles in a riding suit jumped out of the cockpit.

Then he turned around and helped Isiel get off in the back seat on the fuel tank.

Isiel, who has a good sense of balance and athleticism, got off to the ground with a gentle escort from the cello.

Behind the two men, a wonderful double-edged man appeared.

The wings of the bright orange wooden frame covered with stiff canvas cloth were as wide as a bird's collar.

It was a square-shaped box kite-shaped plane with a fixed angle at the back, with an engine and a wooden-cut propeller attached to it.

Clayo was annoyed and there was a slight smile around his mouth.

Few men have ever liked one of the dinosaurs, ships, airplanes, or cars in their childhood.

It was an airplane that he fell in love with as a boy in his previous life.

"I'm a little excited to see this in personally.

In fact, the front wheels of the nice plane were stuck in the grass, and there were a lot of leaves on the wings.

'It's a fairly stable design, but why would she take the wheel like that?'

The person who came by plane began to walk toward the dock.

The conversations between Chelsea and Isiel were occasionally heard.

"My hair's messed up. I'll wear a hat next time. Ha ha ha!

"No, there is no next. I refuse to take any further flights."

"You already flew six kilometers today! Next time, we'll be able to fly farther!"

With goggles on between his stretched hair, Chell was in a state of extreme excitement. He was circling around Isiel, acting almost like Ezra.

The usual elegant and mature manner was nowhere to be found.

In the midst of the excitement, the four finally met on the dock.

"Hey, Ray! Oh, I had a classmate! Long time no see!"

"What the hell are you doing, Chelsea?"

Even though it wasn't a big magic, I opened the circle too suddenly. Clayo, who was tired from the closure, replied with a ball-men.

Of course, Rachel didn't even care.

"I'm being guided by Mr. Clevidance, and the hemisphere of hugs is shining. I thought it was time to test-fly!"

"Why should I have done that when I even got to Isiel?.”

Somehow, Isiel, who was blushing more than usual, shook his hand lightly.

"No, I agreed and boarded. It took less than two hours to get back to the woods and ride that thing. It's obviously a great invention."

"Yes, it's great! The CC2 will reach speeds of up to 45 kilometers per hour."

"You took Isiel on the first flight of the speeding aircraft?”

"Then you're coming alone? Haha. Ray, just in case, I hung up the fireproof harness you gave me to Isiel."

In his usual school uniform, Isiel took off his gloves and pulled a bracelet from my wrist as if he had only thought of it.

The Mana Stone Platinum Bracelet, which has complex patterns with blue enamel, has a function to prevent fire. It was a harness purchased and restored by Clayo at a low price.

"It looks good on you, but I'm just doing it....”

"No. I know for sure. This is the harness you should be wearing. Of course, I hope there's nothing I need to do.”

It was also a relic mentioned in the 8th Bridge, which Clayo picked out from the gray storehouse in case the engine exploded or the combustible gas caught fire.

Fran, who had been listening to this and that without speaking, finally opened her arms and opened her mouth.

"I've heard there are gliders, but they've already developed that form. What exactly do you call it?”

With a look of stars falling from his silver eyes, Rachel bent down toward Fran.

"Airplane. Call it an airplane! The name of the gas is CC2, masterpiece by producer Claire Cleavidens!"

"Tangpeth de Nege, are you using this to transport me and Asher's goods across the mountain range?"

"That's it! If you take the train, you have to go a long way to the Duke of Kruehl, but if you cross the mountain, the direct election is short. Fran, you said you had to explain the contents to me. Anything is fine. I love that adventure, Whoo-hoo."

"Hey, Chell. I doubt the safety of that plane, contrary to what you said, is it all right?"

"Oh, this wizard is so worried! It's safe except for take-off and landing. Mr. Clevidance's well-rounded, boxy aircraft, unlike other manufacturers, are easy to maneuver and stable when moving the rudder."

"Most flight accidents happen during take-off and landing. For example, if you land in the water as you did before, the fuselage won't stay."

"Yes, Lord Clayo. You pretended you weren't interested in this, but you really knew it. Well, that's what our wizard always did all the time. That's why they used super strong water to strengthen the gas. Look at this."

Still as if God or feet would rise from the ground, Chell led Fran and Clayo toward the plane.

The tip of the cello wrapped in leather gloves pointed to the side of the engine.

A small T-flume plate bearing the ceremony of Ganghwa diamond and [increase] was soldering on the gas.

"I asked you for a diamond before, didn't I? I wrote it like this. If you conduct reinforcement to this, even the gas covered with linen on the fir skeleton won't be easily damaged. So what's the transfer I'm going to leave?"

Chell's question was directed at Fran.

Fran's eyes slowly walked past her recalled face, Isiel's calm expression, and Arthur, who stopped calmly behind the children, one after another.

Their interests are not the same as those of Fran.

The future they want will be different from what Fran wants.

But only one thing.

The aim was the same to prevent the blood from flowing unjustly.

Fran's low gaze swirled around the children's faces and stayed a little longer on the face of the wizard who organized all this.

It seems like you are still weak and weak, but under her direction, a change that has never been imagined has begun.

Clayo Asher was a difficult problem for Fran.

What he wants, what he really wants, what he really wants, what he's committed to and what he's willing to lose, is not exactly understood.

'Like the stream of history, where only progress is made. No, this isn't a metaphor for people.’

a slow but irresistible, majestic flow

Fran, who was trying to interpret the strange and uncomfortable wonder that came to me, pushed the difficult question in his mind to the "long-term need for deliberation" item in his mind that would not immediately come up with an answer.

Now I had to solve the task that I was facing first.

There is a secret laboratory in Jezens Castle, the summer resort of the Duke of Myrath. The results of an experiment conducted by the queen and the two princes there today....”

***

the first week of August

Many people returned after the vacation, but the Lundane East Station was crowded with tourists.

The platform was crowded with porters, carriages, private travelers, and members of a student hiking club carrying bicycles.

"Hey, Ray. Ray! You're on your own, aren't you?

"…don't be so mad."

Mrs. Canton followed the platform, commanded the porters by herself, and even handled the departure procedure, but Clayo, who only followed her, was tired.

Several hours have passed since the train left, but Clayo, who was waking up from his sleep, still looked enraptured.

Just getting up at dawn and breaking through the crowd was funny to a friend who had become as limp as a paper soaked in water, and Arthur couldn't stop teasing and waved his hand in front of him.

Isiel, who couldn't see him, gently held him back.

"Mr. Arthur, you're a little careful with your pranks."

"Uh, um... Was I too much?"

"That's not something I can judge, but I think Clay will open a circle if you do more. Making a running train use magic doesn't seem like a good thing in terms of utilization."

"That's scary. Okay, I'll stop."

Let alone a lot of agitation, Clay put his head on the back.

Gosh, geez, geez.

shouted the translator on the platform.

"The train for Lundane Bal Tergersty leaves Benwick Station!"