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Frans continued to explain, scattering Clayo's appreciation.

"With the exception of magic, the answer we were looking for was already in their hands. I read the research report and found that the neutralization effect is so strong that even the poison's effect is reduced. This is the embroidery of Mana Stone Sorrow."

Clayo showed his surprise for the first time since he was locked up in the lab together.

The eyes, which had always been laid down languidly, opened wide and the clear hazel eyes shone.

"Then did you use Aglaophotis and Oniro, not the embroidery of grief, to maintain the poison and to relieve it?"

"No. The problem could have been solved by adjusting the add-in ratio. But there is a more realistic reason. The self-made pavilion of grief is an extremely rare mineral. It's only listed in the literature, and I've never seen it in person."

"No matter how effective it was, it wasn't suitable for mass production."

And the two are overwhelmed by the self-evident conclusion just now provided by the clue.

As expected at first, the Hydra's poison was an improved form with mass production in mind.

"Anyway, there is a way to respond."

Fran pointed to the embroidery of grief that gnawed at the end. It was a specimen that was brought from Jeans Castle and used very well.

"If you have a 24-carat self-made vessel of grief, you can make it into a wide-area harness if you solve some problems."

"Please, Fran. Tell me anything you need to make."

"I see. Even if it takes so much resources, I hope I don't have to use it as an individual."

"Me too. But I have to defend myself."

Fran suddenly felt dubious about Clayo's seriousness.

The royal family's deficit was carrying out a plan to grieve the world, and the crown prince neglected it.

It was strange for a student, who is not even an aristocrat, to prepare for the future resolutely.

As the son of a merchant, I want to take wealth.It is true to a certain extent whether he doesn't know the difficulties of politics or class, or if he doesn't want his friends to get hurt.

However, the owner of the St. Poganda castle realized that it could not be entirely true.

It was Fran's habit to be lost in deep thought and unable to hear or see the surroundings.

"Fran!"

"Fraan!"

"What are you thinking? Do you see my fingers?"

Angelium twins' fuss about getting Fran's attention was escalating.

"What is it?"

"Did you really sleep with your eyes open? What did you just hear? We have to go to the train station now."

"Franc, you said you were coming. I told you the research was done."

"Get up. I have to take the train now to have dinner at Colpos.”

The twins clasped their arms from the left and right sides of Fran, who was excited and embarrassed. Fran was dragged out without beating two promising prosecutors who were in charge of business.

The other children had already finished preparing to go to the station.

Of course, Frando decided to accompany him on the trip.

A report that would address questions about aglaophotis was only kept in the Colpos Trade Union Library, because postal lending was not possible.

"I'm not going to play....”

"Yeah. Don't play and go to the library. After you dip your feet in the ocean.”

"Eat shrimp and fish for dinner and go early tomorrow."

The twins, who had a franning effect, lightly banged the automatically locked door of the lab and closed it.

Then, before going under the bright sun, they put wide straw hats with navy ribbons on each other.

The long plitz skirt, which fell straight down to the top of a flat sailor collar that came down to the thighs, was cool and light.

It was a typical summer vacation spot.

Now recognizing the twins' costumes, Fran found out a long time later that the purpose of the children's gathering was not to announce the results of the study.

"To the sea!"

"Let's go!"

The vacation season was coming to an end, but they never missed a chance to play.

***

Early afternoon the next day.

The beach in Colpos was quiet at the end of the holiday season.

Colpos was the second city of Albion.

An industrial complex was built around a city that had grown into a trade.

The climate was warm all four seasons, and the port was deep, making it advantageous to create port facilities.

But if you come outside, there's a resort beach like this.

The gravel coast of Colpos, where the port facilities are visible, was a vacation spot for ordinary people.

There were no picturesque white sand beaches, private beaches, or luxury hotels like Novantes, a resort of rich and noble families.

Instead, the tight commercial railway line and waterways were connected to Lundane, making transportation convenient. Even the workers who could not take long vacations or those who worked in the suburbs could easily access it.

Bangalore's restaurants along the coast were all simple. Most of them were closed after summer business.

The third weekend of August was too late to go on vacation. It was already cool in the morning and evening, and the water temperature of the sea went down, making it not suitable for swimming.

But the burly prosecutors don't cover that up.

Even the gentle Isiel was not slower than the twins, as he was excited about the sea.

Even the gravel coast was only a few hundred meters away, but that was enough for the children.

As soon as he arrived at the beach, Rachel was quickly searching for the machine. It was fortunate that the store that rented the tools did not close.

The Bashing machine was a carriage with all sides blocked and doors behind it, and it was to be pulled and parked in the water, and then changed clothes and came out of it.

It was a new and strange tool for Clayo's eyes, who somehow got used to living in Albion.

I was wondering what I would do if I tied up the horse and dragged it into the water, but the children left the boxing machines on the beach and quickly changed their clothes inside.

Then he ran down the beach fast enough to make the grinding sound of pebbles ring everywhere.

Crawling.

each step of the way

"It's the sea!"

"It's the sea!"

The twins were the fastest.

Wearing a dress like a dress with a round collar and shorts that came up to the knees, he ran at a tremendous speed so that his collar was turned upside down and jumped into the sea.

"Hahahahaha!"

"You're really here!"

The sea water, which was foamy, was scattered among the flapping of twins. The scattering drops of water gleamed like jewels under the sun.

The cello, which took more time to change clothes to trim, was more modern.

Dressed like a model showing a resort look like a seven-part jump suit with one up and down, he stepped gracefully down the simple steps.

The fabric of the clothes was vivid navy blue, with two lines of white piping and ivory buttons tailored to the collar.

Isiel also dressed the same as Chelsea and followed suit.

It looked like a casual daily dress or work suit, so I thought I wouldn't get much resistance if I went into the water..

'That was a good worry.’

They were the ones who would win sharks by swimming.

"You're jumping into the water wearing something that looks uncomfortable.’

The salt wind blows from the sea to the beach, and even the salty smell that I once thought was disgusting is not so unpleasant anymore.

The sea is different, the sun and the beach are different, and above all, people are different. There is a companion.

Arthur asked.

"Rey, you don't swim?"

"I like it here, so you go play with the kids."

Clayo waved his hand in the occasional uncle-like tone and chased Arthur away as if he were annoyed.

The kids go, that's it.

"Hey, don't go around like a vampire in a coffin. You can burn it. I'm still stuck in the shade."

Clayo flinched.

One of the attributes of the Koreans he couldn't throw away was his fondness for mumbling in the shade.

I thought, "No, aren't you guys too excited to run out of excitement every time you do it?" But I didn't really say it.

It turned out to be an attitude, even if you didn't say it.

Clay was lying on a striped folding chair under a large parasol. Next to it, each of the children's swords and T-flume Guntlets piled up.

On the other side of the folding chair was an ice-filled ice box, a couple of bottles of Pedro Mountain Sparkling wine, a cold plum cordial, and a glass of glass.

In Albion, the southern sun was bright and clear unlike the capital, but the shade was cool because there was no steamy moisture.

Clayo hung the light gray stripe sports jacket he wore on the folding chair handle.

At least, he did not forget his Mana Stone Subspace wallet and the Wande, but put them in his jacket pocket.

Unlike usual, the waistcoat was omitted, with linen shirts and ivory pants, and braces pulled down.

And on his right hand, a freshly brewed drink was spouting cold steam. The glass became gray and water formed.

This was literally the Mureungdowon.

"I'm in the most comfortable condition, so please leave me alone. Aren't you going to swim?"

"Oh, you're just lying down here?”

Clayo stopped flapping his left hand.

He was no longer as overwhelmed or afraid by the water as before, but he did not want to soak himself in the sullen salt water, which is still a harbor.

Beyond the debt of the pork bell imported from the country of Serica, I remembered the look of a long time ago.

"I'm not bored. Resting is playing. The kids are singing it. Go ahead."

Then he held out the end of the fan toward the beach.

The children, who had already entered the water to their waist, laughed and called Arthur.

"What are you doing?"

"Did we know Ray a day or two? She's not coming. Come on, you too!"

"Uh! I don't even have a swimsuit.”

It was a ridiculous excuse.

Hearing Arthur's lame excuse, Isiel turned around to swim out into the distant sea and made a rare blow.

"Since when do you say you've cared about it, Arthur? Don't regret it later.”

Even if Shuliman stopped him, he wouldn't listen to him, and he was dressed up as a soldier in the military camp, and he was a prince who plastered the valley and reservoir with water.

The swimsuit was an excuse, and it was clear that Clay was alone away from Arthur's eyes.

I think he was trying to focus on the water because he might be bored, but it's not a pleasure.

Clayo was just thinking of lying down and drinking wine.

"If you really care, just pour me a little more wine."

"Oh, come on. They think I'm a real servant.”

The horse grumbled, but took a drink out of the icebox and added it to Clayo's cup.

The carbonation of the slightly faded liquor rose like a bubble, and only a little remained on the surface that touched the glass.

Shops on the beach didn't sell luxury champagne. Bubble wine was only one type of cheap sparkling wine from Porigo Mountain, which tasted just like caba.

Although the delicacy of scent and air bubbles was of course not as good as champagne, this straight light and simple refreshingness was also good in the late summer afternoon when lying on the beach.

As my friend was washing the liquor with a happy face, Arthur seemed to be looking for more glasses.

Clayo pushed the tray out of the glass.

"You can't drink and swim."

"I'm a six-level prosecutor....”

"You said you'd die if you fell into the water, regardless of your level. You told me. You can swim and come out and drink."

"Well."

"Oh, my God. You're afraid I'm going to drink all this? I'll save you some drinks, so don't worry and have fun."

"No, it's not that. Hey! What do you think of people?

What do you think? I'll see you as a drunkard.

Meanwhile, the twins stepped on the gravel and wet Arthur's clothes.

Arthur was forced to take out Brace's buttons, put them under the parasol, and took off his shoes and socks.

It was completely broken by Ezis, and Clayo took out the new guntle and rolled up his pants and shirt sleeves, and he was thrown into the sea by two unwaited twins.

Poong-boom!

"Poo-ha-ha!

"Yeah!"

"And so did Arthur!"

"Let's start the game now, Chelsea!"

Having burst the paan daeso, Chell pointed to a rocky island that looked like a dot in the distance.

"Okay, let's go swimming to Comma Island over there and make a bet on who's going to be back the fastest? I'm not going to use [hardening]

"Is there any reason to bet on swimming, as Isiel will definitely win?"

The navy-haired girl looked at Isiel, who was disappearing in the distance, and said, "I'll shade my eyes with my fingers."

"Of course I'll do it without Isiel!"

"Then grant the winner's wish!"

Arthur, wet and all his hair clinging to his head, shook his head.

"You just want to make a bet. Oops."

Cheombeong!

Rachel turned over in the water and turned the swallows upside down. Then he grabbed Arthur's leg and knocked him into the water.

"Oh, where are you trying to get out of here like you're not yourself?"

"Ugh, Chelsea!"

"Aha-ha."

"Hahaha."

The children's refreshing laughter was mixed with the waves and spread far away.

The temperature rose slightly, emptying the glass with a chill of alcohol, and Clayo laughed a little.

The end of the summer was very good.