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"I am in awe of Lord Clayo's miraculous magic, and I know that you have saved the capital twice. Even so....”

Swain shut up again.

Now Aslan was a Zigorian knight who was awarded the Order of the highest honor and the Order of Merit for Nineveh.

A successor to the royal line, a hero of the capital, a powerful and honorable prince who owns the Yi Chang of the Pak Pyeon.

It will take courage to say negative things about him.

Clayo put on a face that looked as serious and wise as possible.

"I won't tell you to trust me. But I can tell you one thing. Arthur lost his mother by the bloodshed from his Highness Zuleica. And the reason why Arthur entered this school is the same reason why Lord Swain is here."

Clayo vowed that he was a close friend of the three princes threatened by the second prince and would never betray him.

"I just need to know one thing. I don't need a long story. What did Aslan do on the clock tower? Did you use the loyal Kruehl article that followed you as the bait for the beast?"

the silence of Swain

Clayo waits patiently.

The article, which reaffirmed the function of the [Soundproof] magic, took the chance after hesitation.

"No. If I had, I would have convinced myself that it was a tactical judgment. Anyway, since Aslan's duty was much higher than the article, it is true that it is more efficient for him to survive than the Krüller.

But it wasn't that level of judgment.

As soon as Masu came to the clock tower, broke the wall, and tried to disperse a line of stairs, Aslan himself beheaded the article, which was so loyal.

The blood from the human neck rose like a fountain, so when the sword of both the king and the king was wetted, and the sword that had been falling due to the lack of ether was revealed as electricity. It's a very dark golden.

It felt like the ether itself had expanded in an instant, as if there had been no ether depletion.

His majesty looked down at his sword and admired it.

"The blood value is a little more in here. A lot more than out there.'

Then he dropped his wrist and blew the Circle of Advance. It was definitely a smile that hung around his mouth. A bitter and satisfying smile at the same smile.

Your Highness, who was able to recover the ether and wield a more extensive sword, turned the last heel of the stairs and stopped the great hour hand of the clock tower and became the owner of the "Bagpyeon's Yichang."

The conclusion is self-evident. It's a sword that grows on his black blood."

All elements were matched in Clayo's head.

The prince was rumored to sacrifice small animals in his childhood and horse riding when he grew up.

If one or two animals were removed, they could have covered everyone's mouth with the power of Zuleica's frost, but Aslan has seen blood on a scale that cannot cover all the mouths of the lower ones.

After his reputation as a prosecutor, he's probably been feeding people blood to grow black.

Nevertheless, he is still a prince with a golden sword.

'When you eat poison, the color of the ether must change. So did Pierce and Hester. So Aslan put off taking poison... Did he need someone else's blood to raise his level without Hydra's poison in the first place?’

The postwar relationship was unclear.

Is this the bizarreness created by Choi Jong-go's twist, or is it missing from the manuscript because it is not even worth making the poet sing?

Just as Melchior became a fanatic because of the past, who knows that Aslan's sword needs blood is also a female file of the last manuscript that has not been properly erased.

The truth is disastrous anyway.

An engineer who only develops when blood is fed to the sword would have killed a person in the dungeon, which would have been more helpful in expanding the ether bowl and building experience.

Is that why Miss Ether suddenly got confirmation after she came back from the dungeon? Not just for his experience in the dungeon, but for sacrificing people?'

Clayo closed his eyes and opened them.

It was crazy. It was crazy.

***

It was already cold when Clayo had time to visit the O'Reillys district again.

Fran, who had only just made up his mind in summer, met Clayo after a demonstration of returning the letter.

Fran's excuse for not even mentioning his nominal experiment assistant was that he was busy finishing the manuscript about Hydra's poison.

Whether his visit to the Colpos Trade Union Library was definitely helpful, Fran completed a draft longer than a pamphlet and shorter than a book.

Clay didn't ask me to show him the manuscript.

It must be an article that clearly reveals the cause, result, background and purpose of the investigation so hard and carefully refined the context.

"Is it time for the issue to be decided by Fran?"’

There was a tremendous amount of other things to be it not that.

Whether it's the funding problems of Fran's activities, the purpose of Aslan's visible steps, Melchior's disaster response, measures when the next remembered world opens, and requests for the design of a wide-area shield surrounding the city.

The last of these was the most important.

"I'm not even a three-year-old boy, but I can protect my body. I don't understand your unnecessarily defensive behavior."

"Then I'll change it, Fran. I don't want you to lose your life until the design of the wide-area shield is complete."

Melkior was completely out of the project to set up a shield around the capital.

"It's okay to disappear from the map like Lundane, it's interesting and fun because it's the first time." But you can't leave me alone when it's obvious.'

Even if the installation of a wide-area defense shield was pushed to the private business by pouring money, the design of the shield could not be replaced by Clay himself.

He didn't have the ability to create a completely new thing, the first invention in the world, although he may not know how to apply a small gander like a gantlet or the traditional method of string-making learned from Jebedy.

I rubbed it to see if "Promise" would give me an answer as before, but it was not magical at all and it seemed too much to lower the architectural design as a revelation.

Fran had to do this even in the ninth school.

"I haven't got the most important part yet, so I can't make it right away just because I get the design plan, but I'll be late if things come up.’

Of course, the problem was that he wasn't someone who easily accepted the request.

Fran gave a curt reply.

"I haven't taken the job yet."

"If I don't do it, I have no way to force it to the end, but if I don't do it, the common people in the capital will be damaged from the Gungseong Passage. You saw the horrors when you came back from Colpos."

“…….”

The aftermath of the Manemosine's door-breaker was widespread and long-lasting.

There are traces of it in this room.

Clayo pointed to a corner of the ceiling of the top floor of the March rabbit pub where Fran continues to stay.

"It's still raining."

It was an early winter day when it rained.

Some of the roof was burned by the fire sprinkled by the "nobleman in the sky," so the owner fixed it with a board, but the finish was poor in English. Since then, it has rained there.

To talk.

Tok

Water splashed on the floor from the basin underneath. Of course, the landlord wouldn't take a single penny off the rent even if it turned out like that.

"It's like the ceiling. You can fix it anytime if you take some time. I'm finishing my manuscript now."

"Yeah, you can fix that. But people who disappeared can't fix the ceiling.”

Fran shut his mouth.

It took a few more days for the train to come and go again after the 'Electric Night' dungeon was destroyed.

Fran, who managed to return to Lundane, was shocked by the sight of the capital destroyed by the attack from heaven, and still kept the misery he felt at that time in his heart.

Clayo clung to Fran's sense of justice and altruism with some money and some acquaintance as a hook.

"He's a logical human being, so he's surprisingly weak at just being reckless.’

The future of Lundane, or Albion, depends on that ignorant tactic.

"The last time 'the aristocrats of heaven' covered Lundane, the room of my family's maidservant, who took care of me as a child, broke even bigger than your attic. She barely saved her life by a hair's breadth. If that happens again....”

Clayo looked gloomy as he turned away from the window.

This dark under the eyes and excessively pale skin was more effective when talking about dark stories than when talking about bright stories.

I felt Fran flinching.

Clay was ready to shed even fake tears if he could help in the future.

***

In addition to the re-setting of the absenteeism and conscription of the student army, the doubly harsh academic schedule has passed by the day when Clayo's nerves are weighed down.

A note test, practical test, preparation, review, and oral test were the days when the mole of a mole-catching game popped out.

After spending a hectic time, the first half of the year has entered the season of snow.

Tadak

All of his friends gathered in Clayo's dormitory drawing room, which had a warm fireplace.

Mrs. Canton sent a basket of snacks from home after a long time and had tea time together. Of course, all the snacks disappeared within five minutes of opening the box.

After eating a snack, we were studying for the test.

Something glistened by the bedroom window when the pen only sounded scratching the surface of the paper in a quiet room.

Leticia, who was laying a large cushion and memorizing the verb change table in a prone position, raised her head. She threw away her pen and ran toward the bedroom and pushed up the window.

Slurping, clack.

"Guys, come on! The festival has already been revealed. This year, the lights are going up fast!"

In the last week of December, the Albion's season, and the light that signals the festival of light between winter solstice and New Year's Day, came up.

Eisiel, who looked up from his notebook, looked through the open bedroom door and smiled lightly.

"I'm buying everything this year.I think I'm lowering the festive mood a little earlier."

The restored forest of the Capital Defense University has more colorful lights than usual. The gardener and the gardener's assistant worked together to create a bright landscape as if the eyes of light were piled up.

As he crouched in front of the table and looked at the verb change table one level lower than Leticia had seen, Arthur folded his arms over the ticket and dropped his head.

"Festival or whatever, I'm going to die, so what's the use of light?"

"If you send me three more days, the test will be over, Arthur."

It was the final exam period now.

The final exam for the second semester of the Capital Defense University is divided into a final examination on Monday through Thursday and a public demonstration on Friday.

Most students are afraid of Friday's final exam, but Arthur was the opposite.

Today's pro-military and mathematics exam was good, but tomorrow, geography and carolinger, and the next day, history and classical tests remained.

The other subjects were difficult for Arthur, who had only a few easy geography.

Lippi, who was leaning back on the sofa and arranging the chronology of history for the last time, made fun.

"Ather is a fool. That's the basic verb change table that I should have memorized in the first semester, but you still can't see it. I just don't listen to carolingers, even if they tell me to give up."

Chell smiled softly and rounded up Lippi's too harsh words.

"Lippy, the only thing we all take together is caroling, so you're trying. To spend a little time together. Don't peel the flesh off the bones so harshly. Arthur is more delicate than he looks."

Clayo, who was buried in the sofa and looking into the geography subtext, snapped and covered the book.

"Sumse"? I guess that word has a dictionary definition I don't know. What's the nature of the review dodger?"

"Chelle, Ray! You're both too much! You're so good at carolingers, but I'm not helping."

Arthur's carolinger was terrible. It's already been four semesters, but I haven't improved a bit in 'Hello, I'm Arthur.'

Isiel tried to help Arthur but failed because Arthur's foundation was too poor. When she saw it, Chell decided not to intervene at all.

"Even if you try to help, language needs to memorize the basics before you can move on to the next level," said Rachel.

"Myaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah."

Behemoth, who was nodding in front of the fireplace and dozing, added a mime that picked Arthur without forgetting to sleep.

"Ray, you can say that because you memorize everything when you know it! And Behemoth looks at me like something's not worth it."

"Don't catch Amen's cat, just memorize what you were memorizing. And I can't learn anything easily... Ugh."

When I looked down at Arthur who sat on the floor, I bent down and my untidy hair was scattered over my forehead and poked Clayo in the eye.

The hair, which was cut half a year ago to avoid the pursuit of Asher and the Interior Security Service, grew long and touched his shoulder while following the academic calendar of Hell.

The beast comes out, the professor opens the gates of hell. It was because I had no time to do anything after going to the barber shop.

Clayo swept his hair carelessly. The messy hair got tangled again between my fingers. It was a very troublesome road.

"Chelle, if you have time, can you trim my hair?"

Cell, who inserted Abge Bookmarks into two magic books that took over his knees, looked at Clayo's head as if he had made an estimate.

Then he flatly ignored the request.

"No."

"I'll be busy right now, even after I'm done with my exams.”

"What... I'm just thinking of taking the final exam for the course I was listening to, and I'm still running through the magic library, but I thought I'd rather not cut your hair.”

"No, why?"

Chell, who had been smiling, searched the pocket of his school uniform jacket hanging on the armrest of the chair, took out a palm-sized Lacenti department store bag and handed it to him.

"A few days ago, I went to the Grayer's shop at Lacenti Department Store, and I was talking to a clerk, and I thought I needed to buy something because it took a long time. I bought the only one left, so I didn't want to give them to my twins, but here's the owner."

Lippi and Leticia, who are familiar with the word Lacenti Department Store, showed keen interest.

"What, what?"

"Open it up, Ray!"

Clayo opened the envelope like a shudder.

Inside, it was a dark green hair ribbon that matched Clayo's eye color.

"Why would I....”

"You're much better with long hair. It looks good on you."

"Since when have you cared about a guy's head?"

"I don't care. But even Isiel and Dione said you look much better with long hair. I've only grown to that point, but I want you to keep your current style for the happiness of the many."

Clayo was speechless with embarrassment.

Where did his doctor go?

Regardless of whether he was embarrassed or not, the twins pushed their heads beyond Clayo's shoulders and looked at the ribbon.

"Wow! Huge Hunter Green.”

"Pretty."

"This ribbon looks like a normal silk, but the inner side is friction-treated with iron sand, so it's hard to untie once it's tied."

Arthurman carolinger, who was not interested in decorating, was hanging on the verb change table, and even Isiel began to look at this side with faint expectations.

Chele, who was smiling while waiting for everyone's attention, swept Clayo's baby hair with a careless touch.

Unable to overcome the pressure of four, Clayo had to calmly accept the cello's touch.

Soon, a ribbon knot was made on Clayo's head.

"Come on, all right? I don't want to touch the boy's head, but I gave him a special service."

The twins clung to each side of the armrest of the sofa, touched Clayo's head, and pulled the ribbon.

"Cute!"

"Green looks good on you!"

Indeed, Mado-gu is a harness, so the ribbon didn't come loose.

My hair didn't flow down and it was comfortable when I tied it up.

However, Clayo felt as if he had abandoned something more important in exchange for convenience.