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The boy and his mother ran out of the house where the fire had spread.

Their house was located in the back alley of the Scholar district, where the Capital Defense Corps was not able to reach.

From a distance, we could see that Gungseong and the school were protected by a barrier. However, on the school's side, the fire broke out and there was a tremendous explosion.

There is only one option left.

I had to cross the bridge to the palace.

The two hats crouched near the square, stranded in flames even before reaching Antario's legs.

The burned column collapsed and blocked the road. There were fire holes everywhere to find other side streets.

It was not a fire that could be extinguished with water, but an inertia engraved on the body led the mother closer to the water. The mother crouched under the fountain and hugged her little son tightly.

If there was no solidarity, he was determined to stop the fire even with his body. Not to let that beast's disaster hurt the child.

All the time, there were screams everywhere.

The boy stopped crying and just stared at the world over his mother's shoulder.

The terrible fire did not go out with water or sand, so the bodies of those caught in the fire were eaten alive.

A drop of water fell in the middle of the abyss.

Talk. To-ok.

Soon after, a cloud of white clouds began to pour down in the rain.

Thick, thick.

a profit from a profit

She seemed so nervous that she could not feel the raindrops.

But the boy saw it.

"Mom, Mom, Mom! Arms! Getting better from the rain!"

His mother's arms surrounding him healed in the rain under her elbows, which had been blistering red.

"What is this…?"

People who were crying, embarrassed, praying or swearing, and citizens who could not get on the outer wall in time for living far from the castle stood up and looked at the sky one by one.

It was a sky that I had not dared to look up while the fire was pouring.

People with good eyesight were seen with the naked eye.

On the other side of the river, the beasts gathered over the air of the Capital Defense University School were being swept away like dust in the rain.

amid the glorious and mysterious raindrops that are drenching the whole capital

"The light of the beast is going out!"

"The burn has calmed down. My kid's alive. Uh-huh. Uh-huh."

"It must be the rain of blessings!"

"Oh, my God."

"That's all God is protecting us."

Those who were in the rain with open arms cheered.

The boy asked his mother, who was crying.

"Mom, is God on a bird?”

"What are you talking about?”

"Look over there, up there. The person on the big bird over there is sprinkling the flower rain.”

The child was right.

Someone was sitting on something like a big bird that looked like the mana that sprayed the fire, spreading out white clouds endlessly.

Blessed fate that has caused the rain of life.

Melchior's golden hair, sticking out of the balconies' railings, was soaked in magical rain and clung to the robes. Blonde hair drifted below the shoulder was reflected in a maggot-colored raindrop by brilliant Ether.

He was always inappropriate and always deconstructively beautiful.

But those who will now be his subjects, instead of admiring the crown prince inside and outside the walls, were taken all the attention of those who stood in the sky.

To the sorcerer who put an end to the disaster of fire.

Melchior said.

"Have God worn out his child? That's the first time in my life. Not even this salt could fly in the sky and rain. Maybe a new miracle should be made.”

There was an enchanting glow in his voice. The prince, who once brought magic to the world, now deprived of his power to open circles, smiled innocently.

The fingers wrapped in wet gloves pointed to the point where artificial clouds were produced.

Tasserton, who returned to protect the crown prince because all the beasts had disappeared, was on the balcony after changing his seat with the knight of the Guards.

The head of the Crown Prince Guards carefully covered the king's head by pulling out his cloak.

In addition to trying to stop the rainwater, it was also to prevent the appearance of the prince, who was unusually disorganized, from being seen by the people gathered inside the outer walls.

"It's only been hundreds of years since the miracle trend began."

"Ha-ha, you speak like you've been in fashion at some point. You have a wit for a ghost.”

The prince, who escaped from the arms of Tasserton, again stood on the edge of the railing despite the driver's dissuasion.

The sight of the thousand-year-old Ma Su-su's fire being purified by magic was new and confusing.

disorderly order

It was the most gratifying virtue of the present-day Melchior Lyognan.

"Look, isn't it beautiful?"

Melchior laughs in front of this first chaos, a man named Salvation. full of joy with a will to end

The Duke of Armoryk keeps a helpless silence in front of the rediscovered smile only after years of self-absorption.

***

After a week.

Clay was lying in a deeply buried position on the couch in the bedroom of the Asher mansion. Spreading out completely, he reached out his hand and gently stroked the behemoth, which was rubbing his forehead.

In front of me, there were large bundles of reports, materials and newspapers to read, but I didn't want to take my hands off the ball of hair right now.

The cat, who drank a lot of Loire Blanc wine from the "field of the wise" vineyard and spread satisfactorily, was warm and soft.

"How's the wine? It came from your field. Are you okay?”

"Great. It smells like a bouquet hanging. You are now well positioned as the servant of the main grave."

"Oh, thank you for the compliment, Hyun-myo."

"How can you speak so rudely?"

"Innocent. I only told the truth."

"Hung."

The behemoth, who took off his snout and hit Clayo's thigh painfully with his front foot, jumped up and sat on the table.

That's a big jump.

Chop chop chop.

It was to lick the wine left in the water bowl.

Wine was the product of Behemoth's own field.

The family, which has been producing good wine for decades, mainly cultivating the Loire Blanc variety, declined due to the sudden illness of its former owner a few years ago.

Clayo took over the vineyard's appearance on the market for such a story.

It changed the name of the vineyard to "the field of the tomb," leaving the previous method of operation and production intact.

The "field of the Cemetery" was a vineyard in Behemoth on paper as well as on wine labels.

Levy, of course, has confirmed three times whether it is right to raise the cat as the real owner of the vineyard.

Clayo calmly said yes all three times and suggested past examples.

Previously, it was helpful to read a major collection of precedents related to land purchases and leasing when buying land in O'Reillys.

Corporate-owned farmland is a co-owner, and non-human beings could be put on paper.

Clayo was able to use the same expedient thanks to the owner of the parrot plum farm, which used the animal he had raised as a brand and used it for promotion.

"In this law, precedents are important, but this is how it goes.’

Whatever it is, if you spend money, things will be done somehow.

The former owner's son, the head of the vineyard, said he was able to re-create the farm thanks to ample investment, and sent Clayo some of the past Great Vintage bottles he had left without selling them to the end.

It was the behemoth that was excited, but Clayo also calmed down by the appearance of the behemoth slapping a light golden wine.

It was because I felt this peaceful moment when I could watch a cat drink.

'I'm so glad everyone's safe.’

The Asher mansion was slightly burned down in Mrs. Canton's room and front yard under the roof of the fourth floor, but no casualties were reported.

At first, it was an additional loss to the extent that the interior decoration was damaged because servants and servants threw water to extinguish the fire, thinking it was a normal fire.

Of course, Clayo's heart sank when he found out that something had almost happened to Mrs. Canton.

'This cat is my benefactor. When I went back to my room looking for my handkerchief for a while, I came out with a fierce rage and pulled the hem of my clothes, and it was safe!’

said Mrs. Canton, with tears in her eyes.

The key package of the mansion jingled as it moved from the lady's waist. Even if there was a fire, I didn't forget my duty as a maid, and it was a wife who brought the key.

On the day of the incident, Clayo, who was exhausted from Ether exhaustion and lying in his bedroom, began to fall asleep as he relaxed after hearing the key bump.

"What do you think?"

The cat, who had pushed the bowl, looked at Clayo with its front paws clapping.

"Just. I'm glad everyone's safe."

"Tut. I'll take care of myself before I think about others. I can't believe you're really thinking of using climate magic. The thunderclap who can't keep up with you."

"Hey, but you didn't dry the pond. Instead of sucking in the moisture around the circle, we created clouds with cloud agate."

"Hey, hey, hey! If you've been making the school ponds dry even after a year, do you deserve to hear the future of marijuana?"

When I was a sophomore, I tested the climate magic I found in the king's library and blew away the school pond without a drop of water.

Jebedi had made an excuse for doing so while drinking. Even though Ether's traces may suggest otherwise, the dean stopped drinking and passed on to magic.

Behemoth was a hidden accessory to the incident.

"But I don't call the future cannabis anyway."

"That's why it's more of a problem. Don't you know that there will be a demand to prove that you are a man worthy of the name by pouring in a name that you didn't name?

The opening of the door of the Menemosine open wide is an event to prepare for the same number of attempts as a thousand years ago. You will not always have a rare Mana Stone like the agate of a cloud, and what if you are urged to make another miracle!"

The cat was angry at Clayo by inflating its fur. I was saying it out of concern.

Clay fell down the couch and hugged the behemoth. It's soft and fluffy. Soft. It made me laugh.

"I'll think about it then. I have my own defense. You don't faint with this magic anymore. I'm the youngest senior wizard."

The cat puffed out its tail.

"Okay, what's the point of that, a level six. What a laugh! Is it something to laugh about?”

Clayo kept fumbling, even though he was hit by a cat punch with a fairly painful soft bat.

The tomb has neither the previous world nor the world's repetition in its mouth, but it may have a faint memory of the world where it lived many times.

However, neither the cat nor the cat could trade for anything. The closest friend.

Feeling glad and sorry for Behemoth's concern, Clay tried to soothe his feelings by gently sweeping down the cat's fur in the right direction.

Yeongmyo was right. There is at least one more remembered world left to burst out.

Dungeon, 'The City of Eternal Winter,' which painted the gate of Manemosine in a deep color at 8th Bridge.

In preparation for that time, the Rose Quartz of the Mana Stone Cherry will not be helpless.

'Of course, I don't know what other variables will be. What's the use of worrying about what didn't happen? Ether circulates and stacks up a lot of ether.'

At any rate, the use of climate magic itself was not regrettable at all. That day, it was good to protect the capital with all my might.

'Thanks to you, there will be a day when I'm going to make a big hit again with the cat again.'

At first, Jebedi risked his life to prevent the beasts from being released, and at the back, Clayo struggled with his editor's authority and even climate magic.

Thanks to this, the damage to the capital was not significant.

I was worried about the price of the land in O'Reilly after the big load was taken off. Who would want to live in a city with a gate where the number of people is high?

However, there was a surprising twist waiting for the news.

Earlier this morning, official land prices rose again and Mr. Levy was contacted by a local governor who was seeking to buy.

Of course I refused, but I felt a little dazed.

"They say the price of land has gone up. It's a shock to see that price defense is ironclad after all that."

"Is there a ghost attached to you who didn't make any money, Egg. Tsk."