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There were two uniform boxes brought by an old and experienced woman. One belonged to Clayo and the other belonged to Chell, who was staying at Asher's mansion as a guest.

Despite wearing dark gray pants and black boots of the same design in a uniform tunic with no badge attached just like Clayo, the atmosphere of the cello was very different.

The navy-colored pipings at the tip of the top were similar to the color of the head of the cello, and the sharp redness of the tunic was even more pronounced in contrast to that.

With a blue band across the body in a diagonal line and a cape, Danchele looked like a young commander depicted in historical paintings, not just an honorary knight, but a capital guard under his shoulders.

Of course, as soon as you open your mouth, the noble atmosphere spreads out.

"Oh, Lord Clayo. There are people who are calling you with their necks down there. Show them your sincerity."

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

When I listened carefully, I found that Rachel was right.

In addition to the names of the three princes, occasionally the sound of "Long live Lord Asher the Wizard!" was caught in "Late," causing Clayo's expression to rot.

Cell turned naturally and whispered to Clayo's ear, as if he were trying to pick up the railing on the other side of the wagon.

"Laugh. Reporters are waiting around the corner. It'll be in the paper."

"…I'm trying.”

"What if we don't smile when the king's assistant is smiling in the carriage ahead?"

Clattering. Diversion.

The procession on Melchior Boulevard turned from the east station and headed back to the west coast.

The road became narrow in the old city. The citizens of the capital gathered waving flags and became so close to India that they could see the expressions of each citizen.

Clayo also quickly spread his public self's smile to the maximum and surrounded his mouth.

There was no desire to raise the stock price of Melchior, but I did not want to ignore the desperation of citizens who took to the streets to relieve anxiety and gain relief.

The wizards were working day and night to restore the building, but all traces of the disaster of fire from the sky would not disappear in a week or two.

The psychological aftermath left in people's minds was a bigger problem than the physical destruction the city experienced.

Just as all that confusion and fear were sublimated throughout the day today, the crowd went wild with Lundane's heroes.

Melchior's judgment and response were frighteningly clever.

After the compensation and vacation, there will be events to announce the victory and display the hero's name with gold.

The treatment will certainly soothe people's minds.

Clattering. Clattering.

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The carriage slowed down as it turned the corner to pass the bridge and almost stopped.

People leaned out of the pavement guarded by the police and stood out to take a closer look at the miracle wizard.

then

A few lines from the front, a small boy on the shoulder of an adult shouted with his eyes glistening.

"Thank you for the rain, Wizard! Mom, you're better off!"

It was impossible for a pure gratitude to bring a cold standard of political calculation to the innocent eyes of a young child.

Clayo made his expression look even brighter to avoid revealing his complex inner feelings.

As the procession slowed down due to the crowd, the back of the princes, the head of the Capital Defense Corps' wizard team, and the head of the prince's guard, came closer and closer.

Those who identified the princes also called out the proud two sodmasters.

"Dear Tristane!"

"He's the head of the Pierce!"

"Wow!"

On this huge stage, at least two of Riognan's three brothers played a friendly companion, and two Sodmasters who rode in the same carriage with them played a colleague who respected each other.

"In the hall of the king earlier, they couldn't eat each other even though they were in front of their ancestors' coffin.’

But now, even Aslan has a blank expression and has not boycotted the parade.

It seemed like a step backward to gain greater momentum, as the second prince's mind, which sees the common people as insignificant, could not have changed.

It worked quite well.

"Your Highness the Second Prince! Aaaaah!

"Mr. Arthur!"

It's a scene that's amazing and stuffy for anyone who knows the inside story, but the three friendly brothers, who are falsely decorated, were truly picturesque.

It was a clear scene that the front page of tomorrow's newspaper would be plastered.

Two Sodmasters and three princes each performed their noble duties and roles to keep the albion's millennium archipelago.

***

a week after the parade

It was the afternoon of early autumn in the middle of September.

Most of the facilities at the Capital Defense College were restored due to the dedication of Maria professors and graduates day and night.

School started at last.

It was really nice to come to school after a long time.

For Clayo, on the other hand, it felt more like a home than the Asher mansion.

Senior students Clay and Arthur skipped the opening ceremony appropriately and came to see if the Mana Stone Sapphire was safe.

Of course, the faithful Isiel and his best friend Chelsea and the face-saving twins will be holding the opening ceremony, filling in the positions of Clay and Arthur instead.

The last classroom on the third floor of the lecture hall, the hideout of Arthur and his friends, may have been touched during the restoration work of the building, but the environment is better than before.

Arthur, who had moved ahead of Clayo to the corner of the classroom, looked at the refrigerator and shouted excitedly.

"The roof of this building is all burned down, but I have no idea, and the refrigerated harness is safe.”

"They all had a hard time recovering.”

Behemoth, who used to hang around Clayo's feet in eight characters, also added.

"My son, Mieh-eh-eh-eh." (Yes, Professor Maria's face is like dirt.)

"Mr. Maul, do you want to drink wine as soon as possible?"

"Eh-Eh-Eh-Eh-Eh! (When did I do that?)"

"Yeah. I'll get it for you as soon as Ray cools down. Wait a minute."

"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Arthur and Nell couldn't even communicate and shouted around each other. Clayo had a headache. There was only one way out of this difficult situation.

Pong.

The noise of the people of Ilmyo could be silenced by the sound of corking wine.

A pair of turquoise eyes and a pair of black eyes rolled along the wine stalk.

by leaps and leaping

Another jadeok.

Clayo divided the wine glasses hidden in the classroom cabinet and the luer blanc into the berry ball and pushed them in front of each other.

Arthur, who quickly handed over his share to his neck, exclaimed, "Kaaaah!

"This wine comes from Behemoth's vineyard? It's a scent and everything tastes clear. It's a field with good wine."

Arthur's face was loosened by the taste of alcohol, which covered the texture of minerals with the sour citrus scent. He looked very satisfied.

Clayo, who bought the field himself after checking the produce of the vineyard one by one, was also quite proud.

"Right?"

The behemoth, who licked the water bowl in an instant, made an uncomfortable sound to see if it was impossible for a person who was lower in rank to criticize the taste of wine.

"Myaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

"You like it, too? Youngmyo knows how to drink. The aftertaste was fresh, so it would have been much better if I drank it when it was hot."

Satisfied with the taste of alcohol, Arthur reached out his hand as if to pat Behemoth's back.

The tomb, with its fur tightly lined up, slipped away like smoke and clung to Clayo's knee.

It was a familiar thing for Arthur. He smiled, raising his awkwardly empty hand.

Clayo pulled the distant water bowl and put the new wine back in front of the behemoth.

The behemoth licked the second bowl of wine at a sitting.

It was good to feel the cat's warm body temperature over the socks and pants.

Surely now Lundane was a cool season day and night.

"We didn't have time to play like this before the cold wind blew.”

"Well, I was busy."

"Technically speaking, you, not me."

Even after the parade, Arthur could not be released from all official schedules. They were the first two people to face each other after starting school.

Arthur seemed to be in a terrible situation, and he put his chin on the back of the chair that he sat upside down and held out his mouth.

"I was called in because I wanted to go. I'm not going, but he's threatening to cut off the maintenance fee. Damn it. I don't want to be the first royal family to attend school, and I don't want to be the first to be expelled."

"You don't have to donate, so you just have to pay for the tuition. What do you want me to do?”

"That? Why you!"

"Not much."

"A quarter of a million dollars is more than a two-month salary for a preliminary engineer! If Parliamentarian Palach hears that, he'll want to publish an article in Clarion that criticizes you."

Clayo, who was slowly emptying his glass, smiled a mean smile.

"Oh, by the way, I've been to the trade union meetings and the unemployment committee with him, and I've come to know how to say all the right things, huh? The prince."

"You only call me a prince when you make fun of me, don't you? I only got the bad stuff from Chelsea."

2,500 dinars.

It was a large sum of money, but compared to Clay's own tuition, it was just a new blood.

He recently found out the average tuition fee for a semester at the Capital Defense University when he went to the Bachelor's Office to pay for his own tuition.

Usually, each student pays a different fee depending on the type of scholarship or support fund he or she receives, about 2,500 dinars per semester.

I know that Arthur's expenses for maintaining dignity are only enough not to starve anywhere, but I was wondering how he would pay for this expensive tuition, and there was such an inside story.

Most of the students are aristocrats, but not all aristocrats are rich as Dione pointed out in the past.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for local lords and trade unions to support entrants from poor families.

It seemed to mean that he should repay the debt if he rose up after graceing himself in his days when he was not a student in the past.

The wizard will cure the sick without medicine, and the knight will stop the mountain herd with just a black sack.

Tens of thousands of dinars seemed to be considered investments for the community.

Then where did Clay pay for his own front-row tuition come from? Gideon said it was the result of reviving the donation admission process, which had existed almost nominally, in order to push Clayo into the school.

The importance and necessity of chivalry were reduced during the long period of peace.

After Queen Carmela, Albion was followed by a long calm. For that reason, few noble people wanted to turn their children into knights or wizards even when they paid a large sum of money.

Now that the game is all over the place, Gideon's entrance to the Capital Defense School seems to be treated as a great foresight, but at least Clay Oman knew that it was not the truth.

A strange promise with his dead wife, even Gideon himself was unsure of.

So I understood that the school had a wide academic schedule. It was not a school that paid hundreds of millions of won for tuition.

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Arthur, who had a complicated expression on his face and was emptying his drink, finally put down the empty glass.

"Oh, at times like this, you're like an impossible uncle to me."

"Oh, you're comparing me to King Edward? The man who was accusing me of profanity must have forgotten what it was?"

"Oh, my God!"

Arthur, who couldn't beat Clayo with words, grunted his head.

By the way, Clay is now 34 years old, considering how old he was in the previous world.

Arthur, still 19, was a nephew enough.

"If I really want to be like an uncle, shouldn't I just push you into your family dinner and treat the youngest son like a child without a family, and now that the situation has changed, why don't you turn the table upside down? Especially for Julaika and Aslan, they seem to need special measures."

It was uncertain, but the ninth time it was Aslan, who vaguely sensed the repetition of life.

The plaintiff's move was unusual, whether he judged that the odds were not high after he rushed into Lundane with only articles like the last manuscript's move was unusual.

After Melchior, Aslan jumped into image making.

As a result, Arthur was dragged through the role of first and second-born buffer and parsley to match color. It was the cause of frequent calls recently.

Arthur smiled excitedly, tapping his knee to see if he thought Clayo's words, which are 120% sincere, were a joke.

"Huh, ahhhhhhhhhhh. It's no joke. It's too bad I can't see you being your uncle because no one eats with me in the city."

Unsavvy chatter, fragrant wine, cat grumbling, and familiar places slowly melted the subtle awkwardness that got between Arthur and Clayo.

At first glance, their relationship was the same as before, but all the days ahead can never be the same.

When Arthur refused to enter at the gate of Manemoshine, the ice sculpture was stuck in the corner of Clayo's heart.

The confrontation at that time completely changed Clayo's inner side in essential respects.

a higher degree of narrative intervention

a stronger obligation

a protagonist who is in the middle of it all but should not know anything.

It was Clay Oman's duty to preserve Arthur's valuable ignorance and integrity.

However, Clayo tries to accept the obligation as a gesture of friendship that he can do his best, not as a ferocious oppression of the narrative.

Arthur's uprightness was pure worth keeping.