143 Final exams (3)

Dionne and Clayo could meet only after lunch. Attending the VIP dinner, she seemed to have ended her own social activities.

Behemoth, who was whining, praised Clayo for "it was worth watching for a show," and went on an afternoon inspection.

The two settled in the last classroom on the third floor of the lecture hall and the practice room where the radiator was broken.

It is a practice room where few students use the stairs because they are strangely twisted, and it was one of the corners where Arthur often took a nap.

Students and assistants gathered near the window of the lecture hall near the training ground. There were only two people in the practice room.

by leaps and bounds

Clayo split the warm difference between himself and Dionne's tin cup. The fragrant smells of cinnamon, kadamon, clove, and nutmeg spread through the cold air.

"Thank you."

Dione, who took his thin-gloved hand out of the muff, accepted the cup without hesitation.

It was amazing that she crumpled up and looked like a luxury cup.

The dark green top and bottom accentuated Dione's pearly skin. Dione commented, gracefully raising the camellian fox fur on her shoulder.

"Well, this difference smells really good."

"Minton's no ordinary cooker.”

"I feel like I'm melting."

Even if he was wearing fur, Dionne's face, which had been cold all day, looked cold. Clayo opened the circle and started a school of law.

He also began to feel cold at the tip of his feet, which was not covered by the court.

There was no danger of drawing attention to the use of a small magic today as ethers were running all over the school.

Clayo recited the truth lightly.

As long as the two are warm enough, the tone of the sincere words has also become sluggish. Like reading a sweet poem between affectionate people.

"[Fireworks] are getting brighter,

My spring days were even closer.

Even after the transformation period, the clear voice was still as cool as a frosty morning, so it sounded like a song when I spoke a verse like a poem.

When I'm with Clayo, I think magic is very beautiful before useful means.

Such sentimentalism was unfamiliar to the realist Dionne.

"And there's nothing sentimental about him who actually uses magic."’

Soon, the inside of Clayo's circle became warm as if it were a bonfire.

The gold of Ether twinkled around the two people who sat close to the chair as if their knees were touching, and it felt really impossible.

Dionne said, 'This is pretty good. My manners toward Lady are getting better, even though my shoulders are wide,' he said, saying, "I don't know whether it's a diss or a compliment."

Dionne's cheeks looked pale pink, perhaps because of the growing light and makeup.

Beautiful and fresh Lady had a smiling face and a cooler voice than the air outside.

"Well, tell me why you accepted Ezra's stupid bet. I'm sure you didn't put on a show out of good will because you don't care about the world except the land and alcohol.”

"I can't fool Lady's eyes....”

"By the way, have we been in sync for a day or two?"

The training center summarized the investigation plan during the inspection class test. As a result, the fine brow of Dione was wrinkled.

"Hey, Ray. Big trouble is important, but think again if there are any other wizards you can embrace. If you go to his lab, there'll be a storybook all over the wall. You'll be late if you regret seeing it. He's a five-year-old, six-level wizard."

"What can I do now that it's already done? I'm glad my hair is a common brown color. Well, as long as it's not a man who spills anything on Aslan, you can cut his hair."

"Whoa, yes. I don't know if Ezra's a good choice, but he's definitely not the kind of person that Aslan is. It's unimaginable to give someone a sample once it's in their hands.”

"Even if you're trying to seduce me with something like a new.

"He is a madman because his goal of magic is so different from ordinary people. He's the only one on the continent who's become a wizard to make a return. I'm not interested in Ether level or human."

"You know quite well, considering you hate bugs."

"Oh, don't even talk. I can't even remember a single person's name, but he's trying so hard to combine my hair color with my hair color. I've been chasing her around and talking about my aspirations, and I'm about to memorize them! There's something else that's bothering you this time!"

Dionne's face, which grunted his teeth, reminded me of murder.

Ezra eventually managed to get Dionne's hair and became a lifelong enemy.

But thanks to that, Clay was able to throw away even a hint of doubt about Ezra.

"A celebrity who has such a big accident and can't control his behavior doesn't fit in with a secret organization."

And maybe Dionne really wanted to have her hair for an experiment, but maybe she should listen to someone else's testimony... It was him who had reasonable doubts.

"If it's his mental age, that's what he could do to his favorite classmates.’

Clayo's quick thoughts were cut off, and the jingling voice of the assistant, who went through the harness, rang into the building.

1st grade inspection team final. Arthur Riorgnan, Isiel Kishion. Enter the test site."

When the names of the two were called, huge cheers covered the school.

Before I knew it, the auditorium was almost full. On the four-kan stone stairs surrounding the edge of the training ground, there were also messengers, office workers, residents and spectators.

After Barg's appearance and the opening of the door of Manemosine, the public's interest in magic and swordsmanship increased.

Everyone looked excited despite the white breath from the cold. The competition seemed to be a big spectacle.

"As expected, those two will be left in the first grade final.”

"Yes, they've already surpassed the standard knights of the Capital Defense Corps."

Arthur wore a practice sword in place of Begg's sword, and Isiel also had the same weapon as Arthur in place of his usual Melamide's sword.

The two, who greeted each other politely as if they had appeared in the textbook, immediately began to divide.

The many years to bear arms, their game, which seemed rather than a contest of a kind of sword dance.

a dance of two people do

With one hand, Isiel picks up the long sword and thrusts it into Arthur's face without hesitation.

As Arthur defended Isiel's blow, she immediately turns her wrist and cuts down Arthur's upper body.

Chae Kang-

The two practice swords, which still have a dull iron glow without even a sword, tremble and bump into each other.

Arthur took a step closer without hesitation and used the blade of the sword to push Isiel's sword away.

All these movements took place in a flash.

Isiel, who is light-weight, withdrew to the edge of the test site without a sound, and Arthur also stepped back to catch his breath.

Perhaps you can't even figure out what happened in the last few seconds unless it's an official article.

What happened?’

'Do you two flash when you're doing sha sha sha sha?'

'I couldn't catch up from the third joint.’

"Oh, you too. Take a look at it with your eyes.'

Professor Rosa Fehite, who is in charge of the lower grades, and Professor Georges Naor, who is in charge of the higher grades, were in the afternoon's scoring class.

Outside personnel should be Pierce Klagen, the commander of the Capital Defense Corps' Knights, but his seat was vacant the whole time.

Without him, the atmosphere of the scoring room was rather amicable.

In the afternoon, he was seen shining at the battle at the test site of the Calvin assistant with a bugle.

Papat-

After stably stepping, Arthur turned Isiel twice in a row and cut him.

As he jumped into the air, Isiel changed his posture and gave a sword to Arthur's shoulder.

Ssut-eut-eut-

Arthur's hem and skin were lightly cut.

Without any agitation, he bit his left foot backward and attacked Isiel with a knife from below up.

Even though the movement was incredibly fast, Arthur's gestures seemed relaxed and praiseworthy like slow motion.

Boo-woong-

Hurry up!

Arthur's sword cut off a handful of Isiel's head, who quickly avoided the attack. The red light scattered through the sun was like a flame.

That was the beginning.

Arthur faced Isiel with his basic skills by moving both feet from the floor.

'The level is still the same... It's a big difference from when you were in a fight with Professor Rosa. Is that a monster?'

Chae Chae Chae Chae Chae.

KANG!

The sword of Isiel, who was light and sharp like the flower petal days encountered in the dungeon, soared everywhere.

Arthur, who blocked the attack like water flowing down, finally delivered the final blow. It was a straightforward cut-off.

Chae-Chae-Ki-I-it.

Their weapons were intertwined in front of them. Isiel struggled to defend Arthur's sword.

She barely missed the sword while shaking her wrists, which had been pushed to the edge of the test site.

Arthur stepped down first, and Isiel couldn't lift his stretched arm.

The result was cut and shut.

Rosa and Georges quickly reached a consensus. Soon, assistant Calvin announced the result.

"Aah Riorgnan. First-year winner Arthur Riorgnan."

People applauded and cheered, even though they couldn't see what had happened. From time to time, I could hear the chanting of Arthur's name.

"As expected, Prince Arthur is unique. I've actually been wondering what you've chosen him for, Ray. Should I say you have a vision?"

"Well... just because you're good at using a sword doesn't mean you can achieve it all."

"But if you're a prince with such dark blond hair and blue eyes and using a clean sword, you're a little different. Some fantasies sometimes serve as the basis for power.”

"Is that so?"

"Oh, my God, Ray! I guess you're not impressed because you met him, but ask him blocking in front of Antario Bridge. There's only one person in a hundred who wouldn't call that prince a great beauty!"

Of course, Arthur's appearance had to be observed as the main character. Still, it sounded somewhat awkward to modify the boy, who was poorly dressed and had a new hairstyle.

'The foundation of power.'

Dionne's tone took off when Clayo was not convinced.

"It's not my cup of tea, but that type will make a stronger impression when you get older and your bones are in place. He's looking forward to his future.”

"On the outside, isn't the crown prince one step ahead? Hmm."

"Hey, you can't compare with him. You can't even look up and like someone who has an appearance that makes you feel blasphemous."

Dionne was busy looking outside without stopping.

Lady, who lifted the jeweled opera glasses as if she were watching a performance, exclaimed admiration.

"The next fight hasn't even started yet, is there anything to see?"

She explained the people she could see over the lens one by one.

"It's more interesting to me than sword fighting. There are quite a few people in the afternoon who are different from the morning. These are the faces of the House of Lords, and some of the members of the House of Commons have come. They've never shown their support for any prince.”

Looking at where the end of Dione's fan was pointing, some men, dressed relatively modestly and trimmed their hair and beard, gathered awkwardly in the back row.

I didn't think I was used to this kind of position.

"The one without the hat is Senator Geston Palach of the People's Unionist Party. When I was a student, I was an activist for "The Flag. I left before the organization became radical.”

"It's surprising that a former activist came to see all the places where princes and aristocrats take their exams."

"That's true. Hmm, is there a surprisingly high chance of winning the lottery you bought?"

Lottery was the term for Arthur. I felt a complicated calculation going beyond Dionne's watery eyes.

"You don't know that until the draw."

"Do I have to buy some lottery tickets to get my share?"

"It's like you've already bought it with me. But don't worry, I'll be responsible for any damage."

"What's that? I'll have to write it down as a special contract."

Dionne tapped Clayo's arm and laughed. But Clay was sincere.

If the story reaches the right end, you will have everything, and if you fail, the world will be over.

This is the turning point of the century.

More than those who don't want to change, there are those who want to change.

Now that the embers of the revolution have died down inside Albion, those who have turned to the internal transformation of the system will need a focal point.

Arthur was a symbol enough to attract attention.

8) Winter, Alfred Tennyson.