102 Acer family dinner (1)

The identity of the intrusive sound was revealed.

The sword was broken in the sheath. The practice sword failed to withstand Ether's load.

Blood was also dried up in the sleeves and collar of the sword, handle, and robes. The stain was so thick that I wondered why I didn't notice it immediately.

Arthur, who was reading "Late," was tired and exhausted. His breathing was irregular and his back was weak.

"Hey, another assassin attacked you?”

"Ha-ha, you know like a ghost."

"Are you hurt?"

"…no. It's all right."

Clayo looked through Arthur without questioning.

It's not like the world would have fluctuated first if you were seriously hurt. Are they all other people's blood?But the smell of blood is too vivid.’

After a huge failure last time, Aslan still seemed to be sending an assassin.

Arthur was now a five-level prosecutor.

Five-level prosecutors do not have many of them in the Capital Defense Corps' Knights Group, which is the strongest in Albion. The assassin would not be able to deal with Arthur.

"Even the guys who ran last summer, who had the strength equivalent to a five-level test, couldn' Isn't it time for Aslan to know that it's no use sending a bunch of stupid assassins?”

Arthur returned a bomb-like answer to Clayo's question.

"The little ones he sent, they wouldn't kill me, Aslan already knows."

"What? Then why don't you quit?"

"To make me kill those who are weaker than me. I hope you will continue to suffer from meaningless blood. It's a fight with no honor or anything."

Clay was shocked. The situation was worse than I thought.

"You're such a tough guy. You're saying you're going to break his mind because he can't kill his brother?’

If he wanted Arthur's life to be taken away, he would have been better. This was even more perverse malice than that.

The doubt that Clayo vaguely recalled when Arthur was talking about his "cursions" was now becoming certain.

'He remembers his old manuscript, too. Otherwise, you can't bear such a mad grudge against a 17-year-old.’

"Where did you hear that information?"

"From Hilaida, the wife of the royal family."

HILEDA, the second daughter of Seidle's own writer, appeared in the last manuscript.

A woman who has seen the birth of all three princes and raised both of them, who knows both the secrets and tragedies of the House of Lyognan.

"Can you believe him?”

"As far as I know, she's never told a lie. I'd rather remain silent on things that I couldn't answer."

I thought he was an uncomfortable woman who acted unfairly and was loyal only to the royal family, but he seemed to show a finite side to Uiseo.

"Today's raid was just outside the palace's outer voice. Heilada saw it and eventually opened her mouth. It sounds like the most compelling explanation in this situation.”

If this had happened, I thought Clay would have had no choice but to come to him.

"I can't tell my infernal, weak story to my subordinates who believe in you and follow you.’

"Aslan would have noticed my level has gone up, so I thought he'd stop sending assassins. But instead, late-night raids became more frequent. Where do they save these assassins? Even if you try to stop them in moderation, they attack you as if they were going to give up their lives. Everyone has red eyes, so I often see them in my dreams. I've never seen anything like this before.”

Even before he was officially appointed to the Order, Arthur was born a knight.

Is there any reason why Isiel would join this man? Fairness and justice were his most important values.

It seemed difficult to accept the situation in which he had to kill a weaker opponent than himself, even though he did not know if he was fighting with all his might against the enemies who were too much to face.

"He's just thinking about eating and screwing his brother. That's a great move.’

The main character's mental state was not a good sign for the future of the world.

Clay got out of bed and went straight ahead.

His long hair that reached the back of his neck was sticking out, and the bottom of his ankle was crumpled, but it was not the time to care.

As I bent down, Arthur's expression could be seen in the dark. There was cold regret on his face.

Clayo broke his tongue.

"Get a hold of yourself. What's important about his intentions? Aslan did the wrong thing. The assassins who run for the life of a ten-year-old for money? If you were weaker than them, you'd be dead. Don't feel guilty."

"I feel guilty. I think it's more like a disappointment in my complacency. "I thought I was out of my mind after my mother died, but I was wondering if I still had something to do."

"You like An-ham. If you live longer than you do now, your life will be shorter. Why do you regret it when you didn't even choose it?"

Did Clayo's clear statement touch something? Arthur's clouded expression cleared up a little.

Without waiting, Clay stretched the circle to a minimum size. That alone brightened the room as if it had turned on its back.

"Stay still."

Closer, it became more pronounced. The smell of blood was thickest in the upper extremity of the left arm.

Clay held Arthur by the shoulder in case he escaped. Then I felt my left shoulder flinching stronger.

'The arms are right.’

Clayo, without any shame, recited a few of Jebedy's true words.

"You said the truth would work if you were one syllable apart, right? As long as it works.'

"[Stop the leak of life."

Condensed in a narrow range, the emaciated gold-like ether quickly wound around Arthur's left arm.

Arthur in Clayo's ether looked like a god engulfed in flames. as if he had the power he deserved

The lack of coordination of ethers as delicately as Jebedi made it excessive, but the effect was straightforward.

Late has come to notice. The vividness disappeared from the blood's iron fish. The wound is gone.

Arthur, who is used to magic, was also able to see him patting his left arm without knowing if he was surprised.

Clayo added the most important words.

"It doesn't matter if ten assassins or a hundred are killed, you should live and see. It's not that you're weak and you're not evil.”

"If you don't behave like a fool because of your guilt, the world will be destroyed!’

If a man has 50 billion won of land, he wants the world to never go down.

Arthur, who didn't know Clayo's true intentions, thanked him with a light face as if his feelings had been resolved.

"…okay, thanks."

Perhaps, it's not just a greeting for treating his arm, but Clay didn't ask any more questions.

"Go to bed now, then. Don't come back at this time again."

I was tired even if I overslept because of the disturbance at dawn.

The constant ringing of the phone interrupted Clayo, who buried his head in his pillow to sleep more.

Clayo, with his haggard eyes, asked Mrs. Canton to pull out a telephone line.

"I didn't expect to hear the bell sound to the second floor. As you are in critical condition until yesterday, even those who were refraining from contacting you are in a hurry after hearing that you woke up."

"Well, who do I know?"

Mrs. Canton explained with a perplexed face.

It turned out that all kinds of journalists, politicians, aristocrats, and tutors were setting fire to the phone to ask for medical visits. The front door was also crowded with messengers who brought messages.

Of course, it was a sign for Clay.

"What happened yesterday was enough! What kind of meeting square is my house? What are you coming for?'

After learning the inside story, Clay ordered firmly.

"No more visits. Don't let anyone in."

"Okay, sir."

But peace did not last long.

Three days later, in the afternoon, a guest who could not be stopped by her ability opened the front door of the mansion.

Her employer and Clayo's father was Baron Gideon Asher.

***

Gideon Asher arrived unusually unannounced.

He called the mansion, but it was not connected, and he sent a telegram, but he got there faster than the telegram.

Who should I blame?

Clayo, who had been sleeping until the afternoon, hurried down to the drawing room with his clothes packed in on an unexpected day.

Clayo, who cared about whether the tie was tied properly, could not avoid the big hands that suddenly lifted me.

"Clayo! My brother! It's been so long time no see!

It was so out of the blue that I couldn't even make a sound.

Even though he was thin, the man who lifted 17-year-old Clay like a child was a tall young man. He had a better complexion than Gideon and Clayo.

"Let's see, is he big? But it's still light. It's just like when I was riding a lantern through the mountains and fields!"

"…did you?"

When Clayo didn't let go of his cold expression, the young man pretended to be embarrassed and put him back on the floor.

Given that he calls himself his brother, this man must be Vlad Asher, Gideon's eldest son.

"Well, he's not coming over. I played a joke because I lost all my memory when I fell into the water.”

"Do you think you're the type to play with a younger brother who's 11 years younger than you?"’

"Blad, stop doing stupid things."

Gideon, who had just hung up the phone, turned to the two.

Today was Gideon Asher, who was perfectly dressed like a menswear model.

"Long time no see. Father, brother."

"Yes, it's been a while.”

"How can you be so hard on your family? Clay, you're an uncharacteristically old man. It's awkward, so let's quit and sit down."

Blad was a man of doubtful freshness.

The vivid Strawberry Blonde and bright gray-blue eyes seemed to have been inherited from their mother. It looked very similar to Telma's portrait in Asher's mansion.

After a while.

When the three rich men settled down, Mrs. Canton came up with a simple cocktail. It was time to enjoy a light aperitif while waiting for dinner to be ready.

"Long time no see! Your sinaire cocktail is the best."

"Thank you, Master Big."

Blad, who received crystal features from Mrs. Canton, followed the cocktail directly to her father and asked for Clayo's opinion.

"Cleio, would you like a drink?"

I was glad to hear that.

"That's fine. I'd like plenty, please.

"Because you lost your memory? You've grown up in many ways. You didn't even talk about alcohol before."

"As I said, Mrs. Canton's assistant is very good."

Once he had a drink, Clay felt much better.

Gideon called Clayo, whose mouth was slightly loosened by the delicious drink.

"Clayo."

"Yes, Father."

"I've heard a lot about what you've done."

"Yes."

"I thought I was making a false fuss, but I ended up naming you and your family."

With little touch on alcohol, Baron Asher looked at Clayo with strangely complicated eyes.

My back felt itchy. Clayo, who was embarrassed, sipped his cocktails.

After some silence, Gideon continued again.

"I'll admit it. You kept your words more than enough."

It's the point right away, but I couldn't get a sense of what it meant because I cut the front and the back.

What did I say to this guy?’

It's already been three months since we last met. I didn't know what I was talking about.

Clayo, who had been searching his mind for a while, was then able to recall the conversation at school before the vacation.

"Oh! I said I wouldn't let you down, by the way! Did you get it back like this? That's a harsh compliment.’

"You are the first person in the Asher family to be awarded the Order of Knights."

"I see."

Gideon's expressionless face remained the same, but his tone was much softer. The second son, who was awarded the medal, seemed quite proud.

In the first place, he was motivated to make his second son politics.

If you get a knighthood and have a reputation in the capital city, you think your dreams will come true easily.

Well, if Arthur becomes king someday, his big dream will come true indirectly. I don't think you'll like the process very much.

'Anyway, the atmosphere is good now. Why don't we coax him into asking for a mansion?’

Clayo's head began to tighten.

At that time, Vlad, who was standing and emptying his drink, stepped in and gave up the pulse. By stroking Clayo's hair carelessly.

It was like a very annoying child.

"I heard you were the youngest recipient of the Capital Defense Medal in a century. I'm proud of you, too!"

'This guy hasn't called me once, so why are you pretending to be close all of a sudden?’

"Do the right thing, Vlad. Your brother's clothes are in disarray."

"Haha. Dad, it's been so long since I've been close to you."

"Cleio, I've invited my own Grayer and his jealous daughter Dionne to dinner, so please dress up.”

"Yes, I see, Father."

Clayo's head lit up when he left the drawing room.

'Is Vasco Grey coming?'

Dione's uncle, Vasco Grayer, was the CEO of the Greyer Corporation and a genius restorer of harnesses.

'Yes, I was busy buying the land and talking about repairing the harness with Dionne the other day. Come to think of it, they're not ordinary treasures in the Greyer's Chamber of Commerce. It's before Dionne takes over the family business, so we need to give Vasco permission to start a business, right?’

If he came to dinner tonight, it was a good chance to stamp his face.

I was annoyed when I woke up, but there's nothing bad about what the father does for his son.

After turning around, Clayo's mouth went up.