114 Media! Media! Media! (2)

Melchior did not care about Clayo's unresponsive response.

"Albion's literacy rate is the highest on the continent. 92% of citizens can read. The influence of printed matter has become more powerful than ever, and the rotary press has become as powerful as magic.”

I couldn't keep up with the conversation.

"Lateness" and "separation" were also limitations.

Clayo just tried not to faint or fall asleep.

"Have you ever heard of radio?"

"…I've heard rumors that there is such a thing."

"Well, that's a simple explanation. The technology that can spread voice on radio waves has reached the stage of commercialization. In the new century, 50 million Albion people will hear the same speech at the same time."

“!!!”

"-It's more than magic.”

This was not even written in the last manuscript.

I never imagined that Melchior would have to use the media politically.

"I admire your deep meaning, but what does it have to do with Francis's septum?”

"If you don't know, just let me know. Your comrade, he has the brilliance needed in that era. The power to create words and writings, to grow the seeds of thought in people's minds."

Although there were many restrictions on the scars of Francis, if used in conjunction with Melchior's ability, the powerful power of the unique skill of "propaganda" will be fully displayed.

'Certainly, in the age of radio, the media and broadcasting had tremendous authority. If we take control of the media, we can take control of public opinion.’

Jeong-jin may have been overlooked because he has lived in a century of media glut.

The world was still passing the time when people were riding in wagons and trying to communicate with the dead.

In those days, how far does the prince, who calmly predicts that the heyday of mass media will come, expect the future?

What is the person who is already closest to the throne prepared for?

"I really need her talent. Can you understand that you were trying to protect him?"

By killing Fran's colleague?

By isolating her alone?

Why on earth?

Questions arose one after another.

Clayo was confused.

"Why are you... how can you do that? The noble man."

Clayo comes down with a badge and looks tired of the bedroom that covers the body.

"Because I must be king of the Albion Kingdom."

"The throne will not be inherited by His Majesty."

"…may I?"

After rising from the chair, Melchior circled the table and stood by Clayo.

"As I deserve it, all of my brothers deserve it. The inheritance of the eldest son of the Lignan royal family is not an established tradition. For example... just like my brothers, you have a chance to wear a crown.”

"What do you mean...!”

Clayo's forehead, with his head slanted, was wet with cold sweat. I didn't even think to hide my embarrassment.

Pulling his chin a little bit, Crown Prince Suk-in made an expression that looked innocent.

"It makes me feel strange that I can't be sure of what I'm feeling, even though I'm so easily shaken and ready to get my hands on it.”

Clayo vented his resentment as if he were a being-treated beast.

"I don't know what you've misunderstood before, but I'm definitely the second son of Baron Gideon Asher. Do I have to say this to you... If you've ever seen my father's appearance, you'll understand what I mean."

"Yes, he looks just like a police officer. That's what reliable people say, and that's what reasonable people are for sure. Baroness Asher and his wife were a special couple. The cold-blooded businessman loved her with all his heart."

Melchior's tone was insensitive and dry.

"If it's not the Phillies, it's Edward, if it's not Edward, George. Or Anne Marie, we've looked again to see if Margaret made a secret mistake."

All the names that Melchior picked up and memorized are Leo.It belongs to those who have given the name of the difficulty.

Of course, I checked the performance of the history class, but I was not happy at all.

"The adventure of looking back at the royal family tree over the past 100 years has been a lot of fun. In that there was no answer, more and more."

"As long as you knew your father wasn't cheating on you, did you investigate everything in the bottom of your family?".’

The persistence gave me goose bumps.

"Yeah. You're definitely not the one who succeeded Lignan's bloodline. So, if we can't find the cause in humans, isn't it the work of God or the devil?"

Clayo couldn't even blink.

Whatever the answer, Melchior seemed to read what Clayo did not want to say.

"There is a deterrent in this world to hold the world in one direction."

Melchior comes closer to the table and observes Clayo's reaction with cold eyes.

An attempt to persistently explore all the information that is revealed, as it cannot enter the other person's mind.

I`m sure now. "Those who have to die will die in the earnest request of life, and those who have to live will never close their eyes in the pain of death."

Does that mean he was trying to kill Arthur? Or...

"What the hell did the author make? This guy knows too much about things he shouldn't know!’

Maybe more than Arthur.

"I thought when the dormitory of the Academy of Sciences was on fire. In this era, the difficulties of T-Flume may not be solved. But even if Francis doesn't, a new person appears and completes the formula. Just like this time, the challenge has to be solved."

This made it clear.

Melchior remembered the 'former manuscript.'

I couldn't remember, so I even tried to change the content.

'This is making the manuscript a mess!'

"All those years I've been wondering. Should rivers always flow only upstream and downstream? Can't the water go backwards? Is it impossible for a human being to change the course of history?"

This question is not directed at Clayo.

It is directed at the author's will, the existence outside the bookcase.

To those who have repeatedly frustrated his attempts to defy fate.

Just as time travelers cannot change the past and revise the present, even those who read human thoughts and wield the power of fascination may not have been able to win against fate.

When faced with Melchior for the first time, the sense of hypocrisy and dysentery that seems like a human being staring outside the work are strengthened by these words.

Melchior's modifier for the stigma □□□.

Despite the increased degree of intervention in the narrative, the situation is still unknown.

'Is he just a character in the book?'

I had a hunch that something fundamental premise was wrong.

There was a lack of clues to answer questions.

What's he missing?

Melchior did not give Clayo the leeway to continue his thoughts.

"What do you think about the saying that history repeats?"

"…I understand it as an expression that refers to the repetition of similar types of events in human history."

"No, the same life, the life of knights and heroes, the defeat of the madman and the betrayer comes back. Seven, or eight times."

It was such a meaningful question that it was embarrassing.

When it comes to the question of eight lives he had to live, it's even more frustrating.

In this case, they had no choice but to pretend they didn't understand anything and turn to general opinion.

"You can give me a philosophical topic because I don't have a lot of learning, and I don't know what to say... First of all, I don't believe in a return for fear. How could the same thing ever happen again?"

"I'm sure you haven't been there twice. I find that interesting and strange.”

Clayo's ears were only heard saying that he had measured whether to keep him alive or kill him.

It was then.

Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring-

The phone ringing at dawn was ominous. Even if you've passed the world.

In the reception room facing the inner room, Melchior's entourage could be heard answering the phone. The entourage soon knocked on the door of the inner room.

"Come in."

Melchior, who stepped back in front of Clayo, turned away without a sign of haste.

"I'm sorry to interrupt. It's a major call from the capital."

"Report."

Inside, Tasserton moved like a carnivore. I could not even feel the sight of the tall man walking in vain.

He hit his dark black hair short as if he had loosened the ink, and the man with sharp navy eyes was as strong as his owner.

Clayo shrank for nothing.

"What's the news?”

Tasserton politely recalled Clayo's presence. Melchior's reaction was surprising.

"He can hold it. Say it."

Tasserton listened to orders like a tame wolf. A low voice told the details of the ominous news.

'The door of the Menemosine' has been opened.'

‘!!!’

Clayo opened his eyes wide.

What's coming is here.

'I predicted it, but... But it's too fast. Arthur's ether level is only five.’

As expected, Melchior's response was extremely calm.

"What's the color of the door?"

"It's called blue."

It's still okay when the entrance to the dungeon is blue.

When the color turns red, the inside reaches its limit, causing the beast to appear outside the door.

The double-headed wolf Varg, whom Clayo fought the other day, must have appeared in this way.

"There won't be a pushover. How's the response going?"

"Right now, the Jebedi Pusis Magic and Master Rosa Fehite are guarding the gate of the Menemosine. Knights of the Royal Capital Defense Corps and wizards of the Wizards have also been called in."

"I see. Prepare a carriage and call the station to arrange an express train. Return to the capital."

"I'll do as you say."

Tasserton left the interior like the wind.

Only then did Melchior look back at Clayo and say Melchior.

"It's time for entertainment to end. That was a pleasant conversation, Lord Clayo. Then enjoy the last day of field trip. I'll see you in the capital."

"Have a good conversation?"

He had a heart attack if he enjoyed entertainment twice.

When I remembered the prince's expression, which was calm even though he had the body lying on his back, my back was eerie.

How do you think he's going to clean up the body? They deserve to die, but....’

The face of 'Jae Bareun Paul' instantly crossed my mind. Bill's feet, which would have hardened cold inside his boots.

'Oh, I don't know. I don't think I've caught a guy once or twice, but I'm sure they'll know if it's the Secret Intelligence Service or whatever. If you bury yourself in the king's forest, who can find you?’

I jolted out in front of Melchior's inner room. I'm tired even though I barely came to the hall. The winter palace was so large that I felt hopeless.

Thinking that I should go past the long winding corridor, go to the annex, and walk up to the third floor, I just wanted to lie down in the hallway.

I was terribly sick, no matter what I had nothing to do with it.

After a bar of nosebleed and fainted, as soon as I woke up, the aftereffects of turning on "late" and "disturbance" at the same time came honestly.

Clayo, who was gently moving with the wall, came to the front of the passageway between the main building and the annex and spread.

I couldn't seem to walk any more.

"It was hard enough the night before last, but today it's even worse.’

It was a hell of a long night.

I had to get up, and I had to get up, but my eyelids got heavier and heavier....

"Hey, if you sleep in a place like this, your mouth will turn."

There was a hand that shook Clayo's shoulder.

Clayo, who almost passed out, couldn't wake up no matter how much he shook.

"Get up. Ray."

Arthur patiently woke Clayo up. It was not long before Clay opened his eyes with difficulty.

Under the dim gas lamp hanging in the hallway, Arthur was.

I was kneeling in the cold hallway, trying to wake Clayo up.

Even though he had the same blond hair and blue eyes, he was completely different from Melchior. So, strangely enough, at the same time I felt relieved, I suddenly got a fever.

If the world had not been ruined when this man was searched in the first place, there would have been no complications in this messy succession war.

"What's the trouble with these princes?"

"Why are you in one place? Go to your room and sleep."

"Don't care, leave it alone."

"What are you talking about? Why are you so mean?”

"It's because I don't like your easygoing face."

"What's the matter with you? I was so nervous that a guy I haven't seen all day was caught by Melchior."

Come to think of it, Arthur was dressed in outdoor sportswear with boots even though it was night time, and even a "begg sword" was worn on the sword.

If I doze off, I`m ready to fight. Why would your brother have buried me somewhere?"