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The magic of flying is impossible.

No matter how famous the wizard was, it was only possible to temporarily [construct] along with [take-off], but when it reached the edge of the circle, it had to come back down to the ground again.

It was a matter of the nature of the circle.

The wizard was first presented at the extended position and was unable to move after deployment. The problem was that there was no floating mana stone to support magic beyond the circle even if it tried to double-fire.

Therefore, 'flight' is not a magic, but a human achievement. Clayo himself was just a helper.

All the magic died down, and so did Ether.

The forest regained its calm.

Clayo's body, which was holding its breath for a while, was helplessly drained. The long body fell flat and scratched its knees on strong grass and twigs.

Even when I was lying down, I felt dizzy and the sky was spinning. All the stars have become comets and become dizzy.

It was clearly an ether depletion. He was so nervous that even the sense of dexterity after the ether was exhausted one step later.

'It's definitely heavier than applying magic to one Arthur. Two people plus a gas....’

I was more tired than when I killed the beast at the port of Tergesti, and I felt like I was going to faint.

a thud

The nosebleed fell on his cheek to his ears and wet the grass. The vivid perception made the smell of iron in the blood strong and disgusting.

But it wasn't time to lie down.

Clayo, who had made a few mistakes, managed to get up on the wooden block. I roughly scrubbed my nosebleed against the back of my hand.

The magician forced his trembling legs.

'I have to go to Arthur.’

Tromos Notepier was a thorough atheist. He also did not believe in ghosts or principles.

If there is a transcendence beyond human beings, doesn't it make sense that you are alive and well after slaughtering countless human beings throughout your life? Wouldn't it be right to strangle one of the original souls of those who died after inhaling Hydra's poison?

It never happened and Tromos always slept well without a dream.

But even these worn-out mercenaries did not doubt the presence of the house of Albion. The rumor about the old curse was not superstition.

'Since I saw it in person.’

Isn't the existence of that black-haired prince who arrived here a sign of madness?

Obsession to power, determined cruelty, the will of a noble but unknown thief, and anger without a source of energy burning in the dark eyes.

"Yes, that anger."

a terrible hatred of eating my flesh and heating my bones

The feeling, which was considered too much for the foe of a propped up kingdom, was always considered subdued by Tromos.

'I thought the prince had finally gone mad. This is all happening. No, this isn't crazy. Is this Yeji? Well, what's the difference between the two?’

Aslan had been trying to rally the will of Mainrat's lord and knights, starting from Clypeda and moving westward.

Originally, the prince was scheduled to arrive in Ises tomorrow, the last day of the vineyard festival, with knights loyal to him. A magnificent inspection ceremony and parade have also been scheduled to show off the world.

It was this afternoon that Aslan, who was calling up all the drivers in Ises, was telegraphed to stay half a day's distance by train from here in Biertel.

But this night, Prince of Albion and Confucius of Maine, acted as if he had written anything, and wiped the Tromos.

Tromos did not believe the prince even when he hastily announced his visit on the phone.

Eventually, the prince drove his horse single-handed and appeared in Ises.

It wasn't for the Tromos, but it was a red bean of the night.

The key to the lab was under his pillow and there was no warning that he had touched the organ, but it was hard to understand the warning of a nervous intrusion.

But Aslan's words were proved perfectly right at this moment.

Underneath the prince mounted the black horse, Tromos crouched his head deeply on the dirt floor and begged like a servant.

"It is indeed foresight that this foolish man has not even made the right report. Punish the foolish who did not believe in the transfer. I do not know all the high will of your majesty, even at the cost of my life....”

At first glance, Aslan cut off the words of a man who sounded servile but was never loyal.

The son of the Black Lady, who decided to be loyal to the former mercenary Tromos for the rest of his life, was a very difficult opponent to serve.

The prince looked down coldly at the Tromos, as if he was disgusted by even mixing the horses.

"I wouldn't allow you to make fun of that mouth. Bring it in and reveal the purpose of the intrusion. Save me and bring me back."

Tromos crept up his head.

At the point of Aslan's long fingertips stood a bloody intruder confronting the soldiers.

"I carry out the order.”

Boom

Tromos, who hit his head on the dirt floor again, stood up like a bounce and pulled out a sword.

A masked intruder was driven out in front of a cliff where fierce rivers sway the mountains. While dealing with dozens of soldiers single-handed, the intruder's movements only slowed down, but did not become inaccurate.

The rifle broke in half even before it was fired, and the Gunma sank on his leg.

It was clear that the intruder was a level of prosecutor not normally able to deal with soldiers.

a slurring sound

Tromos was found. Flanverge, with a yo-yo energy, was dragged out of the prison.

The serrated blade was a form of cutting off flesh and scratching bones once stuck in a person.

It has been with Tromos for many years, but it has never been a sword that returned to a sword house without seeing blood.

No knight was among the pursuers of Arthur and Isiel, while they were separated from Clay and Fran and running along the mountain path.

It was dark, so the shooting went off. After the distance got closer, he stabbed the bayonet.

No matter how trained the soldiers and trained dogs were, the two were not insurmountable, but the delay in fighting without the help of Ether was frustrating.

But it was dangerous to boost the ether. There is no doubt that a thief is an ether sensitive person. It was difficult to use a sword unless all the soldiers were killed.

After a terrible fight, Arthur found that he had completely missed his chance to pull himself out.

The area was dark and filled with dog barking and soldiers shouting, but that didn't matter.

Arthur looked beyond the disturbance.

It was not a sighting but a sort of foreboding.

a sense similar to vision

an unpleasantly pounding warning

The three princes of Albion knew that his brother had come close.

I'm glad I could send you an e-mail before the arrival of Thalan.’

In front of a knight who could use his skills, he was blindfolded when he hid his sword.

Even so, they could not fight with all their might. It should have ended up as a suspicious thief hiding his ether sensitivity.

Since he and Isiel handled the sword in exactly the same way, they were too conspicuous a combination to move together.

Aslan had seen how Arthur moved when he went all out. There was Aslan in the auditorium of the final examination of the first grade.

It was only a matter of time before the combination of the ether level, the unusually bright light of Arthur's sword, and the test he used.

So Arthur pushed Isiel, who had his back to the river before the rider who led the black horse appeared.

The dark blue stream that ran through the mountains was so full that even a few knights could not easily jump in.

He was not omnipotent, so when he fell into the water, he drowned, and did not make him swim without it.

Fortunately, Isiel was incredibly good at swimming. Once you enter the water, it will be easy to escape the tracking network as blood stains and odors will be cut off.

It happened so close to each other that one of the fugitives seemed to have missed his footing on the cliff.

As a result

The river remained alone in front of a dead cliff behind its back.

'Well, the inducement succeeded anyway.’

Now, the other children had to buy time to run away after completing their duties.

When I counted the number of heads, the group that I was tracking earlier seemed to have gathered here.

Arthur's foot was a mess with the dead dog's body and the blood of the wounded soldiers.

The fallen horses were foaming at each other, and the rest of the soldiers were pointing their swords at Arthur without being able to approach him.

So, Aslan appeared on the stage where Arthur stood.

When Tromos bowed to Aslan and was referred to as "that" by his brother, Arthur also listened to their conversation.

If I were to say the 3rd prince, underneath the close-up mask.

Finally, there are some Albion speaking people. It's nice to know what you mean.'

I was thinking of such a thing.

Tromos, who was unilaterally accustomed to the picture, was polite enough to be obsequious to Aslan, but somehow he did not show sincere loyalty.

"The more I apologize, the more I feel like Aslan's getting mad.’

In this case, regret and self-reflection are useless, so you will have a chance to eat it comfortably.

The operation to extract Hydra's poison manufacturing principle was a success anyway.

"Franc and Clayo took it, so the manufacturing document will be fine.’

The current embarrassment did not stem from errors in planning and implementation.

There was no trace during the infiltration and the instruments in the tower did not touch anything.

If the clever Fran and Clayo worked hard to break through each stage and were robbed, it was not human power involved.

Tromos also has Aslan's "Yeji" in his mouth.

"It was strange that I got caught so quickly. It feels a little strange.'

Arthur faces a vision after a long time.

It is a wearisome memory of the future.

A moment of enlightenment that is not known in advance like a prophecy, but actually makes the current situation shine.

In the memory of the future, he meets Aslan with a knife.

The place of confrontation is both forest and wilderness.

But no matter where you fight, the result is the same.

From the moment the first sword containing murder was attacked by each other, they and the two brothers realize.

This is a series of confrontations.

The series of events that were past, future, future and past almost drove Arthur crazy.

Arthur's life would have been a repetitive framework to endure if it were not for the wizard to fix the present.

Arthur understands Aslan to a certain extent.

That unfounded hunch might have driven Aslan around as if he had driven Arthur all the way.

As usual, I feel rather calm ahead of the clash.

Clay would be angry if he heard it, but Arthur would rather compete with the arrogant than against the desperate weak.

'I ran over to my servant in the middle of the night, being treated as a madman, and he was robbed. Hmm. I'm going to be angry.’

At last, Tromos pulled out the sword.

The experienced mercenary sprang up like a spring and aimed straight at Arthur' head.

Arthur, who saw it was a trick, stepped back, and Tromos immediately tried to cut the intruder's shoulder with his left foot as his axis.

Arthur flexed his upper body and struck För's right hand with a black blade.

Kacan!

Whoo! Whoo!

The sword bounced out even though it was loaded with a lot of strength. Arthur lost his balance in the unexpected reaction.

Metal Arms!

Tromos' right arm began to shine underneath his clothes. The intricately machined metal prosthetic arm was attached with an ether cell.

I heard there was such a thing as a rumor, but it was my first time seeing it in realistically.

'Oh, shit.

Arthur, who tried not to use the ether as much as possible, used abusive language inside.

There was a limit to using a sword like a gangster in a street. The more cross-examinations are conducted, the greater the risk of being caught.

The black gold of the security guard, who had not worn a black sword, shook wildly against the sparkling Flanverge.

Crazy!

Tromos pushed Arthur all the way to the cliff.

Let's get in!

There was a gruesome sound.

Tromos, who had sharpened Arthur's blade, entangled the guard in the guard, pulled him in, turned the sword and cut his thigh straight away.

Shoot!

Arthur's thigh was bleeding.

Tromos' snake-like swordsmanship was too much to deal with without revealing the truth.

Arthur, who came all over his body and fattened Flanverge as if he didn't want to miss the sword, blindly applied force to block the opponent's sword's path to retreat.

Piggy, geek, gaggy.

The tangled guards of the two swords made a grotesque metallic noise. As soon as Arthur's sword was broken, the arm of Tromos, whose direction of force was reversed, was naturally broken.

Hard hit!

Arthur was far superior in sheer strength.

Arthur kicked his long legs up and separated them from the arms of Tromos.

Sticking.

The joint was completely torn apart and blood seeped out of the shoulders of Tromos.