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It's all over!

I could hear someone rushing across the hall. The behemoth with its ears pricked up took its muzzle off the water bowl and raised its head.

"Who's acting so frivolously?"

in a huff

The student who opened the classroom door, which was rarely visited, was Lilian Bennett, an unexpected person.

"Kleio! There you are. Call the dean to start reinstalling the scaffolding!"

When I first saw her, she was a shy girl, but she was a lower-class student whose speech became clear as if someone had changed.

The dominion of the gate and the appearance of the aristocrats of heaven had a great influence on not only Arthur but also on numerous people.

"Hi, Lillian. I'll be right there."

Clayo stood up and told Arthur to clean up his seat. Arthur asked with his eyes wide open.

"Why is Professor Jebedy calling me? You didn't order that before.”

"From this semester, I volunteered to reinforce the school system with the dean. I'm not good enough at the moment.”

"No, you're a sorcerer in the Capital Defense Corps, and you're a student of your own..”

"I'm his research student."

In fact, he accepted Zebedee's recommendation to guard the next Manemoshine's door, but Arthur didn't need to know that in advance.

After blocking Arthur's questioning under a good excuse, Clayo stroked Behemoth's back, which was slowly time to take a nap, followed Lillian.

***

Time flew like an arrow.

It was already the month of Siwol.

The newly restored forest also had autumn leaves, and the waves of the sunset-colored leaves followed the wind.

Of course, in today's school, no one but a cat could afford to enjoy the loneliness of the fallen walk.

Regardless of whether it is a prosecutor's team or a wizard team, hell's forced march continued for the past month.

The faculty, who had been planting, turned on their eyes and tried to engrave one more movement and one more magic formula into the students' bodies and heads.

In such a situation, classes were often extended until the afternoon, which was originally free research time.

This was also the aftermath of the flood of the gate of Manemoshine.

There was a sense of tension among professors that if they taught them as before and let their children into the Capital Defense Corps, they might lose their young disciples to scream.

The past month has been particularly harsh on Clayo.

Even he, who was trained in Korean-style night self-study, was a tiresome schedule.

The same was true today.

Several towers of books piled up near Clayo's regular seat in the corner of the reading room of the St. Patin Library, which is nearing closing time.

In the middle of it, the exhausted wizard was lying face down with a blue face.

Just in search of the wizard, dusty Arthur came to the St.

He waved a finger in front of Clayo, who looked three times as tired as he had heard Rosa's special lecture at night.

"Are you alive, Ray? Raise your right hand if you're alive."

Clayo lifted his eyes slightly under his disheveled head.

After a few empty lips, he mumbled in a very soft voice, as it was hard to make a voice.

"… dog talk… give up and go on your way."

"Hey, it's Dean Jebedy who's gone, why are you taking it out on me?"

Arthur was right.

Jebedy, who always watched Clayo's research, acted resolutely as if he had forgotten all his previous visits.

Every day was a spartan series of education that I never imagined to be tied to in this world.

The dean acted impatiently as if he were trying to transfer all the magic he knew to his only research student.

Thanks to him, Clay realized how vicious a teacher Jebedy could be if he decided to.

"I should have noticed that it was an ominous flag when I was exempt from the demonstration of the final exam.’

Clayo's magic was accurate and without failure. The level of rank in the Capital Defense Corps' sorcerer's ranks jumped in the evening.

It was absurd for a wizard who succeeded in double-launching climate magic to take the final exam in competition with the haughty boys.

For that reason, Clayo was exempted from public demonstrations from the second semester of the third grade.

At the end of the meeting, Clayo's performance in the "Magic General Theory IV" and "Magic Practice" classes was decided to be evaluated separately.

For example, I could say that the subject was permanently.

The party was bewildered that there was no talk of unfairness in the evaluation, but it was relieved that its classmates no longer had to compete with Clay.

Jebedy laughed and said,

"You've just been registered as a guest advisor to the Capital Defense Corps wizard, so you're no better than serving in the military. Everyone is happy to add one more person to the military exemption except you, so don't worry."

So the old man, who was smiling nicely and sweeping his beard, treated Clayo nicely, not at all.

The midterm exam for the second semester of the third grade and Clayo's personal practical test were to re-establish the school's determination.

I volunteered and it's a helpful study....’

Fran is still angry about leaving me alone in Colpos, and since the cat is not a specialist in the field magic, there was no more trustworthy teacher than Jebedi when it came to setting the boundary.

"But who knew this would be so hard to drive a man without breathing except during his bedtime.

When I opened my eyes, I read Professor Jebedi's materials until I vomited, and in the afternoon, I put one magic meal on the Mana Stone that forms a crystal, practicing magic combination and fixing methods.

The "memory" ability of "promise" is not all-around, so the output is automatic, but the input is manual. The process of reading and understanding data had to be purely self-directed.

In that situation, it was crazy to meet the amount of learning Jebedi wanted.

Jebedy's method of teaching was severe.

In retrospect, Jebedi was a teacher who randomly picked questions from a magic book and took a quiz. For first-year students.

It was Clayo's own mistake, forgetting that he was a green person.

The greatest sorcerer of his time would never have sat down to teach his students how to feed them.

Jebedy always forced a new direction based on what he had learned.

Clayo had to worry repeatedly so that the neurons would burn in his non-rotating head.

It was a few weeks that he was not only sucking enough honey in anticipation of the function of "Promise," but was not a genius or anything, but had a bitter and salty taste.

There were more than one study tip that I wanted to pass on.

But to be really rough, the materials and materials that were in front of me were so precious that I couldn't just go out.

Jebedi opened a report to the Capital Defense University under the authority of the dean. All the precious Mana Stones that the school had accumulated over a thousand years of history were there.

The dean took out all the national treasures and placed them in various places.

Professor Maria seemed a little tired of the waste, but Jebedi dismissed the counterargument, saying, 'Didn't our ancestors pass it on to use it in this time of crisis?'

Clayo, who stood behind his teacher, surpassed him in terms of loss of money.

He insisted on hitting two pieces in a place to put a piece of Mana Stone Topaz, and when reinforcing the internal clique, he took out a lot of mana stone rubies with his own money and wrapped two more layers.

Claiming that he had heard a sign that the remembered world of cold weather would be next.

Jebedy accepted the student's request well.

Instead, Clay was directly involved in all those reinforcement processes.

To be honest, it was not fun at all to pay, donate mana stone, and play the role of a proton at the same time.

Clayo, who is in his late teens, looked brighter than an old man who could not walk comfortably without a cane.

Arthur also pointed out the point.

"Look at his face. Mrs. Charlotte wants you to bring me the fruit you sprayed with Kremlin englaze to make you fall. Here."

Arthur gently waved the small glass jar he had brought with a cord in front of Clayo.

The lid was slightly lifted and the savory aroma of vanilla, egg, and cream and the fresh aroma of berries were mixed.

Tired of exhaustion, Clay cut off Arthur's flapping with a single knife.

"No eating is allowed in the library."

"So we can go out and eat on the bench for a while.”

Arthur's face was bright, lowering his posture, touching his desk, and revealing his fangs.

"…that's why you got snacks from the beginning."

"Yes!"

Clayo shook his head and got up from his seat to pack his bag. The cape coat in the summer garden was also roughly worn over the shoulders.

If you haven't seen all the data, you'll have to get up at dawn and continue. However, it was not too bad to leave the library earlier than usual.

It was only 8 p.m., but it was as dark as midnight outside.

The light from the west side of the school roared across the river.

The electric light spread far into the cool air.

As if there had been no case of Ma-soo's invasion, it was a healthy Lundane.

Click, click.

The fruits and cream I eat after skipping dinner went in pretty well.

With a wooden spoon brought with him, Arthur talked about whether it was the latest training or the morning training with Isiel and Rachel.

"Lillian fell for her when she saw her flight. He joined the morning practice saying he would fly someday. I heard from Rachel that being an excellent prosecutor comes first.”

"She's a pretty grumpy girl."

"How hard do you work? If you go out early in the morning, you're the first to get ready. I'm in high spirits!"

"Everyone is crazy. Professor Rosa is already throwing up every day. Do you want to do that from early morning?"

"You should. What's the point of training? I don't want the sky to be covered with fire again, and the ground to be hot, but I don't want to be helplessly praying. Any prosecutor would think so.”

Clay laid the spoon down coldly. Cream is sweet, but it's bitter inside.

"Don't do that too much. Just do it right."

"You're the one. Do you deserve it?”

Yes, taking a rest or taking a light heart is now too extravagant a recommendation.

It was a time when not only Clayo, who predicts future developments, but also Arthur, who has repeated memories of repetition, but even ordinary junior students felt anxious.

With a foreboding that a great disaster is coming, waves that will shake our lives and times.

The prediction is not wrong, and children's efforts to add a single sword swing and even a single step of foot are commendable.

In the end, war and defense are both knights' battles in this world.

The reason why there are so few standing soldiers in the world is because ordinary people cannot deal with Sodmaster even with guns and cannons.

As he continues to train and reaches the top of his class, the knight's sword turns into a weapon more than a simple sword.

So the efforts of the young knights were a very rational calculation of input.

Not everyone can be a sodmaster, but someone can be a sodmaster. It is the mark of the strongest and most honorable of all men.

Then, isn't training something worth trying no matter how hard it is?