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It's so easy!

Fee it!

The beasts of the sky began to come out one by one.

Cheek!

Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

The [defensive] magic that weakens the number of hwa-gongs by [heat] and [cold] has also reached its limit.

"Wake up, Arthur! The beasts will appear again if the memory is reset because they're not in now!"

"It's my job to protect people here, and there's someone over there who wants to go into the remembered space.”

Arthur gave a heartless glimpse of Clayo's back.

Desperate to prepare for climate magic, Clay realized the unexpected later than Arthur.

Yikes! Yay!

Boom boom!

A huge circle of advancement shot into the sky like a rocket's flame.

In an instant, a group of "noblemen in the sky" was almost vertically deposited to the bottom, facing the rider, and then turned into ashes.

The range of inspection was not as wide as Tasserton or Pierce, but its power was formidable.

a master of swordsman

The knight in the black hood ignored the mass of Mana Stone left by Ma-su as if it were a trivial stone and drove straight to the door.

Clay knew the title.

[Level 7 Examination]

Title: The Coronator of the True Death.

Sighing!

Burned.

Outside Clayo's defense magic, Aslan jumped off the horse with his dusty boots.

'Already!'

Clayo asked urgently.

"Issiel, do something about Arthur....”

Isiel shook his head with a wistful look.

"Kleio, I know what you mean, but I follow Arthur's will."

Isiel was Arthur's knight. I support the will of Arthur.

Just as the dispute over what had been ruled out of the fight being pushed into the river in the mountains of Jezeth, Isiel made no calculations against Arthur.

Clayo's loyalty and ties like this kind of diamond are puzzling.

Kaka ka ka ka kaka-kang!

Isiel picked up the sword and dropped the fire on Arthur and Leticia with the sword.

Clayo pulled his head straight behind Isiel to see if he could get the help of Leticia, but the four-level prosecutor, fresh from the blow of the beast, seemed to be in the middle of the discussion.

Shout.

At last Aslan came within Clayo's circle.

"Oh, shit."

The reverse [defensive] magic had no function of preventing intrusion from outside to inside unless there was a flood.

Behind Aslan's back, who came from trampling on Clayo's circle, was a member of the Black-banded Kruel Knights and an article from the Capital Defense Corps who rushed after them.

It was a Swain Temple.

cried Swain, who was breathing to his chin down.

He didn't seem to know why Aslan pushed into the middle of the game.

"Your Highness! This is a restricted area. Please step back!"

Swain from the Capital Defense Unit seemed to have been attached to the role of escort and surveillance at the same time because he had penetrated the inspection correctly.

Aslan acted as if he could not hear Swain's dissuasion.

The black was already golden in the hands of those who strode with great strides, and long black hair was released under the overturned hood and fluttered like a mane.

It was as urgent as that.

Clayo could not afford to stop a seven-level test, and Arthur had no intention of stopping him.

The door that had poured out all the water had gone red and was changing its color to light purple over the blue.

Standing at the entrance of the remembered space, the second prince frowned at the number on the stone wall.

"We're short of one.”

Cruel's article, which followed Aslan like his servant, turned around as soon as he heard Aslan.

I thought the knight's arm was moving cleverly, and I elbowed the neck of Swain Temple, which was still trying to stop Aslan.

Knight Krueel was at the same level as Swain at five levels, but easily overpowered Guhan, who had a slow response, whether he didn't know he would be attacked.

"Oh, my!"

Cruel's knight said, moving his stiff upper lip under the black pitch.

"Honor be it an honor to carry out the King, Knight of the Capital."

Swain, who was caught in the neck and hid himself, the knight who entangled him, and Aslan disappeared almost simultaneously into the gates of Manemosine.

Good.

The number of people standing on the door disappeared.

The "Flight of the Night" strategy in the world that was remembered has begun.

by Aslan

Will Arthur be able to achieve a perfect victory over Aslan in the future without the "Lee Chang of the Park" ?"

The harness was a property that failed to identify or replicate the structure of even the eight bridges of Fran.

Clayo's voice staring at Arthur was angry.

"You should have gone. I told you I would protect you and Mrs. Charlotte! What if we can't stop Aslan without "The Wick and the Witch"? I don't know what he's gonna do. Even the level goes up quickly in the dungeon. What the hell are you going to do if he becomes a sodmaster right now!"

Arthur, with his hands on the floor, looked up quietly.

He spoke with a detached, hard face, pressing all the syllables.

"I might have gone in there right now to sacrifice fewer people in the long run. But considering the gravity of the sacrifice, I don't want to turn a blind eye to the present sacrifice for a future victory."

"How can you say that if you have future memories, too? If he gets stronger, more people will suffer."

"You see the whole future, Ray, but I'm a half-timer who can only see under my feet. I know you're right. I feel that I am an incomplete human being.”

Clayo seemed to be white in the face to face.

Is this the Arthur that Clay knows or the Arthur determined by the axis of the world?

Were the two truly distinct beings?

Perhaps Arthur of the Eighth Church was so strong and pure in nature.

The original protagonist whom God sent to the world before being shorn by realistic constraints.

The excessively activated "perception" destroys the defense of "separate" and gives Clayo a third view.

Water vapor from the distant sky that came upon Clayo's magic and the fire of the beast.

The noise produced by differentiated beasts and the screams of children coming up from underground through the ground.

the sobbing of affectionate and kind wives

the faint sound of Jebedy's breathing

the frictional sound produced by the teeth of Isiel

I know all this and feel it, too.

The anger cooled down before I knew it.

'That's you, Arthur.'

"Ray, I didn't have any choice when I didn't know who you were. Melchior couldn't get a single sorcerer he never had, so he was desperate enough to consider such a ruthless plan.

But now I want to save their lives because I'm not the only boy with a black bag that breaks easily. Is that arrogance?"

"Yes, I'm arrogant.”

But that is the arrogance of the king.

After breathing out a short breath, Clayo swallows the next horse under his tongue.

So, Arthur laughs faintly when he hears criticism. He looks like a mixture of guilt and atonement.

Whoo-hoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh.

Arthur's [hardening] grew stronger. The 200-meter-diameter area was lit in gold, covering not only the underground but also the bodies of the two teachers.

The bare earth floor was different from the Mana Stone Sword. The amount of ether leakage was enormous when it was covered.

Arthur's lips were tightly closed, as it was no longer possible to speak with Ether Goliath just around the corner.

At such a moment, you will know without the sound of the trumpet opening the sky or the light in the middle of the clouds.

'Why God sent me to this kid.’

This page was the last possible return point.

But Clayo has no intention of going back.

Never

"Tardiness" flashes like a revelation for a second that was pushed open like eternity again.

The movement of time has slowed down so much that it seems like three sunsets have passed in the blink of an eye even though we have to start a double rash of climate magic right away.

In the middle is Arthur Riorgnan.

A person who can't lose his altruism even when one forehead is torn apart by a blood vessel that has dried up with his hand on the ground that has been dug up.

The axis of the world, the main character of the world.

Now you are not going to exercise the rule gained as a result of cold calculations.

The ending of the 9th bridge had to be different from the 8th.

I didn't want to wear a protagonist who thought I should kill my classmates to prevent their brother's reckless behavior. It was against Arthur's nature, and God wanted the wrong to be corrected.

This is a very long story. a human epic written by God

The author's intention to write the world cannot be so simple as to sum up in a few lines.

God even took the price of the world's probability warping to send him to Arthur because it was so desperate that he had to correct it at a huge price.

An epiphany is created with enlightenment.

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A wizard with a soul from another world no longer feels the cold distance from the golden letters.

The 'word' reconstructed in a form that he can understand is about the understanding of the calling.

Clay now knows more clearly than ever what he has to do.

Someone must do what God's deficit cannot do, but what is essential to his rule.

so as not to wear down his humanity

To prevent naive ideals from becoming rough in the thorough demotion of reality.

How can governance be made only by right and good choices?

Arthur Riotgnan had the nature to save both sides if one person and ninety-nine people were tied to the tracks that were separated on both sides.

He cannot reduce a man's life to mere numbers, and God does not want to damage Arthur's qualities.

Arthur of the Eighth Church eventually became king who could kill one for ninety-nine people.

His strong hands were red with blood, and his succession to the throne involved more than self-defense.

That's how the eight-pronged main character, 'Ara Lyognan,' was born.

Then in the ninth world, the choice was delegated to Clayo.

Therefore, our main character will be right all the time.

I will not take the sacrifice for granted.

The good will be maintained.

If it's not you, I can lay the foundation for a dark place.

Clayo feels like a metal lever in his hand.

The excessive benefits and kindness gained here have always been a source of anxiety and doubt for Clayo.

Even a piece of warmth is justifiable at a price. Nothing that he didn't struggle to get, Clayo didn't think he really belonged to himself.

He had a deep affection for the world, enough to be feared for his loss.

Not the world God wants, but the world where those who welcome them have lived and will live.

The fear that all that warmth may just leave as it did when it came is wiped out of this heavy duty.

There was a good reason and price for getting a place in this world.

Under the yoke of this absolute schedule, Clay feels rather strange relief.

Now the pendulum on the scale is heavily tilted and calculated.

Clay does not suffer from the obligations given to him.

Because pain brings reality to life.