177 Knights and attributes (5)

He stopped in front of the collapsed Arthur and Clayo. The two boys were like stranded survivors in the cold.

Arthur tried to save Clay, a valuable colleague, and Clay also wanted the world that Arthur supported to be safe.

"The condition that someone is willing to save their lives makes a man tough, but weak."

The prince gently bends at the boys, as he looks at the strange things.

"Now that I've completed the double rash perfectly, I'll give you an answer.”

Clayo struggled to catch the words that flowed in his dying mind. At Melchior's sigh, the truth that Clay wanted to know urgently was revealed.

"This pain has been repeated many times, and in the past it will take my honor. But this is the first time in eternity that I have been given something to alleviate my pain.”

Melchior's voice, which sounds far away, beats Arthur's consciousness to wake him up. The third prince had his eyes closed, but the ether was hanging around him.

Nevertheless, the prince did not pay attention to Arthur. What he is staring at is something that has never been done before.

"Repeat wears everything out. The same goes for pain and joy. In the midst of the oppressive yoke, you once wondered whether this was a blessing from my adversary or a sign of reconciliation from a fickle god... It wasn't either."

Melchior's voice is still clear as if he doesn't know how people feel, but the contents of the words betray the tone.

"I know the novelty is not given to me, nor is it my share. Just like everything in the world."

Clayo's watch, blurred with tears and sweat, manages to regain focus. He identifies the prince's expression in the tension of his heart beating twice.

There was no resignation or anger on Melchior's face, which admitted calmly that the world was not working for him.

So Clay was afraid.

Throughout all those years, Melchior's determination to keep his dignity, even though he has suffered terrible suffering that has been defeated, lost honor, and eventually led to death.

Jeongjin knows what such people have done in history.

What is stronger than hatred is faith, and what is stronger than anger is the conviction that makes one practice his justice.

Clayo's arm, which holds Arthur tightly, shakes faintly. Or maybe Arthur's arm trembles around Clayo's back.

The distinction was meaningless because the boys were as close as the babies of the beasts of the same boat. Melchior thinks it's a pretty symbolic sight.

"Yes, of course, since God is a man who does not respond, all this may be just a coincidence."

The hope of being as close as a star's orbit and then moving away again, is not to blame for Melquieving rules and laws of the universe that are not designed for him.

I'm just trying to disobey.

"The King of the Kingdom of Albion can exert an inexplicable influence on the laws of our universe at the moment of the coronation. I tried to break the coffin and turn away from it away. But I failed."

A man who is bound to the framework of the narrative, but who wants to escape it. A man who defies the will of the author with a pen. Can you only consider him a character on the bookcase?

Clay is trembling. Ether, who had been wandering around Arthur as if he had sensed his anxiety, eventually created a [hardening].

Clayo's surroundings, which are clustered together with Arthur, also began to shine lightly in [hardening].

The little prince, who is struggling and still can't get his head on straight, does this unconsciously.

Melchior smiles.

"My brother is a righteous and faithful child. I never hate this boy, who is defined as my little brother. The problem is that we have two, and we have one crown. I want a moment of miracle in the body of an ordinary human being, as a tool of my protest."

Clayo thinks the desperation of those two Riosignans is too vivid. The heat of life he saved. the declaration of those who resist fate

Is there a right for outsiders to correct their lives, who just read the manuscript, who correct it without affection or joy, who passively carry out the author's will?

What is the purpose of rewriting eight times?

Does the author really mean that all he has to do is reach a set conclusion?

In the first place, 'Jung-jin' doesn't know the ending of this story.

It could no longer be seen as just a story in that we had to live up to the present for a last time we didn't know.

then

The delicate and beautiful fingertips touch the miserable-looking sorcerer protected by the prince's ether.

The long fingers suddenly crush the boy's ungainly neck.

Young Lignan's [hardening] strongly resists attempts at violence. Melchior does not care about the redness of his fingertips, but tries to squeeze Clayo's breath.

Arthur's unique skills in Ether and Melchior were poles apart. It has been like that since Arthur was a fragile child.

Melchior was predictable. If we forcefully write 'the rescue of the liver', no one here will be safe.

He killed Arthur in his third and fifth lives.

Then the world ends there.

Then again and again.

He didn't want another repeat.

Melchior's hands fall off without any flesh.

The frustration of the "world not given for him" is familiar to the crown prince. Rather, it was more like a procedure to confirm the existence of the law.

"Of course you don't want the future I paint. It'll prevent me from owning a miracle. I want you to fail, but I want to thank you. These two things are a mind that can coexist without contradiction. Isn't human nature so designed?"

What remained in Clayo's ear, which was losing consciousness, was the sound of clear and still laughter.

***

Four days have passed since the attack of the beast.

In the meantime, the funeral of the late Duke was held in a grand manner. Store is a custom in most parts of Albion, and in Tristane Land, it is unusual to wear makeup.

Starting with the first Duke of Lancashore Tristane, all the remains of the dead Duke were scattered in the port of Zecavre after cremation.

Clayo and his children were both outsiders and only stayed in the castle due to severe injuries, but I could hear from Trude, who had been carrying out the Tasserton on a boat that had been in the harbor for mountain bones, cried as if his eyes were melting.

"If you've been sick for a long time, even your biological parents will be disgusted... I understand how emotionally this Knight's Order is attached to the Duke.’

Melchior properly omitted the front and back of the Duke's tragic end.

Due to Pitton's attack, his nature was broken and the stairs were cut, which delayed the entry of Mietzs and Isiel, and it was possible because Tasserton, who carried out Melchior, left all the guards of the duke.

In other words, there were no close-range witnesses to the situation.

'But there were a lot of distant witnesses.'

Newspaper reporters and photographers who had been dragged into the mountains by Melchior telegraphed into the capital city amid the excitement that they had a huge scoop.

The effect was immediate.

Not only the JoongAng Ilbo, but also the northern newspapers were enlivened by the veil-wrapped knights' battle with the mass of the beasts, the great incompetence of the Duke of Tristen, and the resolute leadership of the Crown Prince.

Once on the ground, no matter how deteriorated the image is, the Melchior dominates the surface.

Even though it had already been a long time since he reached adulthood, the prince's appearance seemed to add to the extent of his delusions day by day.

The size of the articles praising Aslan will be reduced, and the front page of the central daily newspaper will again follow the traces of Melchior.

While public opinion turned around and the tassies teased him, Tasserton paid no attention to anything but the safety of Melchior.

The newspaper also featured Tasserton. He, wearing a robe with long bangs, felt a royal appearance like a duke.

'It's a little different in substance. What an arbitrary medium a photograph is.'

Standing next to the prince reading the eulogy, the 23rd Duke of Armorik was looking at only one person without turning his eyes to his father's coffin, not to the vice-president who hid his sorrow.

"I don't think it's because I'm a nobleman."

Although it was a loyal article in the past, Tasserton's behavior, which earned the covenant of Eternality, was even more so.

What the hell is Tasserton doing? Does that mean the reincarnation of the Duke of Tristane? That's a whole new set-up.’

Clayo guessed that reincarnation did not mean the revision of the manuscript.

"Then everyone except for those who don't appear in the last manuscript like Dionne should be reincarnated, but that title didn't come up. Oh, what the hell is it?

"Wow, woo woo woo woo woo woo woo.

After a long sigh, Clayo lay down for a long time, twisting his sick back and forth, turning his body in the opposite direction.

"I have so much to do in one night that I can't even organize it. I thought it was peaceful for a while, but what a sudden development.'

Clayo, who was robbed to Ether in a state where he was exhausted, was almost unconscious for three days.

The name of the disease was not Ether depletion, but flu.

On that cold night, the roof fell off the cold floor of the building. The Cape in the summer garden was not a perfect defense this time.

Arthur became fine in a day and a half, and the rest of the children in a day, but Clay was the only one who could not get out of bed.

Of course, because of the sudden development, we had to gain a lot.

Arthur's level went up to 6. Clayo himself finally reached level 5, and Angelium twins, who fought in the northern turret, were also promoted to level 4.

As everyone continued to train a huge amount during the vacation, the level seemed to have risen quickly as they gained experience by catching the first number.

'There, I want my own skills to be good.'

Clayo lay down and reached out his hand.

On the left hand, there were traces of the scar left only with promise and on the right with faint silt.

Among the rectangular 'editor authority', about 2 centimeters of gold were newly drawn along the back of the hand.

When I tried to activate my own skills, a short message came up.

[Unique Skill: Description of the Field

- Expression Form: Undetermined

- Operating conditions: Not met]

As was announced at the time of the initiation, it was a skill that could not be carried out by thinking alone.

"I can't even write my own style, so why have I classified my own skills? You're not making fun of me.'

The name of the skill was equally ambiguous.

Only after turning "Promise" to the full, when I took the liberal arts class, I managed to connect with a few lines of explanation that I had repeatedly read with copy data.

"In a play or literature, an event within a work is not shown as an actor's performance or a description, but a technique played by a speaker or author's representative. Well, wasn't it like that... Right?'

To be honest, I wasn't sure. It was a moment in desperate need of googling. While longing for Google, I felt like I was getting hot again.

Clayo, who lay back after gulping down his seat, remembered the message when the "last-night narrative" was invoked.

[- The gist of the 'last words' is written in the manuscript.]

I've never seen the message of "promise" in the parts that Clayo has been able to read. Clayo's inner self was never described either.

"But since this message will be used in the manuscript, it means that there will be a description or something related to me. But if there's too much of that, it means that the comments are squeaky. Uh, I need to check if I need to use the editor's authority.’

The first message I heard.

"God's honorable love comes to the earth when he sincerely agrees with the existence deeply involved in the safety of the world.

God is the author, and the hero is the main character.

Compared to the message of "promise," which is mainly business-oriented, the sentence of "last year's description" was quite poetic.

The intervention of the new unique skill "last-minute description" seemed to mean that the editor, "Jeong Jin," was classified as a different action from his involvement in the manuscript.

Maybe it is because of the increased degree of narrative intervention.’

Clay was strangely upset.

"After taking the blue medicine and closing my eyes, I thought that I would become a character someday if I got more involved in the narrative. At this point, am I also a work-spanner?’

Of course, that was good. Whether it was a human or a character, Clayo, who couldn't get out of this world, was not a big problem for himself.

The problem is always Arthur, the plaintiff and the crown prince.

Urgent compliance with the Labor Standards Act

First of all, the crown prince.

For Clayo, it would be better to deal with him if he was a bookmaker of the previous revised version or the author's evil twins.

But Behemoth called Melchior human. Then he is protected by a muse, and he comes to the conclusion that he is just a human being.

Looking back on the situation when Tasserton, who was awakened as a reincarnation, fainted, Melchior seemed to have an information window similar to Clayo's.

The warning that the message that came to mind around Melchior was outside the output area of "Clio's Promise" was explained so.

In relation to the prince's unique skills, it seemed to be intended to show people's thoughts and personal details when using the skill.

"So far, it's just me and him who have the unique skills that are named after Muse's name... Does everyone involved with the muse see the message?’

What a terrible mix of Greek gods that sends out LED sign messages... Clayo, who had been thinking about it, was immediately questioned.

Why is the villain, Melchior, not Arthur the main character, protected by the muse?

"God who doesn't do the power event directly, leaves a trace with only his name and his word?" As some kind of patron? For what purpose? Is this his intention in the first?’

"Jeongjin" was given the purpose of renewing the world. From outside the work, he was named Clio in the form of "Promise" so that he could do his part in the world.

If Melchior accepts the premise that he is not from the outside of the work like Jeongjin himself, the reason why he has Erato's scar is mysterious.

'…and that life becomes so miserable.’

Eight lives, eight lives to live up to, and eight lives to live up to, the main character's final victory.

In the manuscript, Melchior's description of the struggle was completely omitted. Arthur is the one who understands the manuscript and tries to explain it, not Melchior.

Clay feels extremely thin and incomprehensible compassion for the world's adversaries. At the same time, I want to blame myself for feeling such an unfair acknowledgment.

'Who's worried about who right now? My life is a total mess.'

This may be an aftereffect of being exposed to the "attraction" skill.

The "promise" got hot that night. There was also a possibility that the function of "separation," which was running around saying that it had become cold, had weakened.

'Erato's fascination' was a powerful skill. It could have been because Melchior had the means to survive in a world hostile to him.

I couldn't be happy to be caught up in skills just because I was convinced.

Clayo's anger subsided a little after he whispered about six slang words that were used only in the region where he served in the military.

'I'm in a bad mood, damn it. He even held my breath at the last minute to test God. He's not just a villain, he's become a completely convincing nut. It's annoying.’

While his condition was at its bottom that night, Clayo, who worked hard to pick up Melchior's dramatic monologue, was able to confirm that he was only interested in the coronation itself, but didn't mean much to the future of the country or the people's well-being.

"I am now a third of the people of Albion, and a king like him will never be accepted.’

Clayo thought that Melchior knew so much that he went crazy. There were too many of them in one piece.

And Arthur.

As Arthur, the main character of the orthodox school, is the main character, Clayo has a wish that he doesn't know about the wrong corners of the world until the end.

'And the aftermath of the new unique skill... What a bolt out of the blue.'

Clayo carefully looked back at the warning message that came up during the "last year's narrative."

1. The activation of 'last-night narratives' is likely to violate the internal consistency of the work.

2. There is a risk that the narrative structure will be dismantled if internal consistency of the manuscript is severely impeded.

The contents of that seemingly unknown warning became clear shortly after the skill was used.

"I think I can do anything now, and I think I can understand anything. There was an answer to all those questions.'Because of Arthur's words to himself.

I couldn't ask what the question was after the incident.

'I'm going to ask, but I have to show my nose to talk to her. How long has he been hurt and is he climbing the mountain with a sandbag? There's a limit to how much it affects training.’

As Arthur began training in an unprecedentedly serious manner, Mietzs, who remained in the duchess order as a guest driver, also caught fire in his educational soul.

Even though I share the same room with Arthur, I haven't seen his face for four days.

Rather, it was only through the diners and the guests who came to see the news of Arthur, Isiel, and Mietzs.

The duchess told the story of Isiel and Arthur digging the ground again for the twelfth time, and the sound of an explosion in the mountain and the patrol went and Arthur and Mietz were fighting with wooden sticks.

After the night of the attack on the beast, Arthur seemed to be walking around desperately.

Under these circumstances, what if I can't even find my true intention to stab an adolescent prince who seems to have this or that questioned me?

Clayo had so many things he didn't tell Arthur, and many secrets were to be kept secret all the time.

Arthur's already watching until the time of day, and what if he finds out about the manuscript? You said you were going to meet a tiger to avoid a fox. What is this, Won?'

Isn't the trusted "editor's authority" going to work, and I tried to save the protagonist who was a little attached to it, but this time, the internal consistency of the work is violated. There was no easy way to move.

There was another reason for the aggravation.

At an important moment, the "editor's authority," which spread rapidly, returned as if it had been waiting when the work was done. As soon as I woke up, I pushed in the ether, and it was confirmed that it had a clear blue-and-white glow.

At that time Clay felt like throwing something and breaking it. Of course, I had no choice but to put up with it because I was in a position where I was sitting on someone else'

"That bastard, you didn't listen to my advice and just gave me a good name. Then why did you decide on the number of skills? Like a poem attached to a sushi restaurant, it says, "Day of Work: The Author's Heart." Oh, my God.'

There were many problems at hand. Clay had to hold fast to his mental line.

However, there is only one thought that comes to mind when I lie on a narrow bed with the pain of muscle pain and high fever.

'I want to take a leave of absence. I don't want to think about it for just a month! Ah! Apply the Labor Standards Act to the responsible person, too!

***

It took a week for Clayo's fever to come down completely. As soon as his temperature was normal, Clayo booked the train ticket first.

Arthur's party, who had been holding out even though they were encouraged to go back first, could leave for the capital city tomorrow.

If someone had cast a spell on Clayo, the recovery would have been quick, but there was no end to it when things went wrong.

The apprentice stopped working after the attack on the beast. Mayer was so tired of treating a Tasserton Tristane that he couldn't even see Clayo.

Instead, the servants of the castle showed kindness. Several people took turns disinfecting Clayo's scratches and tears and applying ointment.

Knights, soldiers, and their families were fed with honey and boiled fruit and ginger tea.

In the meantime, the children helped the restoration of the castle and concentrated on training.

It was an isolated fortress in the mountains that had nothing to play or enjoy, so it literally took on the form of closed-door training.

"But what twins and Rachel are doing is the area of training... Arthur's son, Phew.'

At this time, Trude visited the room where Clayo was packing.

"Hey! Little Wizard, pack your bags!"

The article with a basket full of peanuts and walnuts told us the news today, as it has been all week.

Arthur's eccentricity has become so severe that even the knights have their tongues out.

If Mietz, who everyone believes, had not been supervised, he would have stopped people from climbing upside down by breaking the ice of a waterfall in the mountains.

Clayo's face says, "Oh, Arthur...Crumpled to reveal the meaning of .', Trude, who was peeling peanuts, covered up the aesthetic Arthur.

"But thanks to the youngest prince's combination with Mietzs, he found out if the shadow spider had sprung out. You're a great guy."

The shadow spiders that appeared on the territory that day were thousands of water-scapes.

Since the mana stone was made from the core of mana stone, there was a large amount of mana stone debris buried somewhere, and the Yeongji people, who had been collecting mana stone for a thousand years, were haunted.

However, Arthur and Mietz found out the cause of the shadow spider attack during training.

"I didn't know there were so many Mana Stone Black Su-jeong buried deep in the hooked cliff, where it would fall into the sea when it sprained its feet. It would have been great if I had known it earlier."

"It was probably buried in a stratum and tangled in a non-mining place. Most horse-riding mana stones are... I've seen it in the material.”

"That's right, so is Lisa. There's been a recent landslide, and the rocks have split apart, which means there's more horse-riding."

"The investigation and research are accurate and fast. It's great."

"Lisa is the smartest of us. But little wizard is not normal either. You and that prince and the red-haired knight who always goes with him. Is there only such smart monsters in the Capital Defense School?”

"Aro and Isiel are exceptional. Arthur, in particular, is so talented that there is no peer among the students."

"Oh, no. I was pure thunderclap at that age, and Prince is different. Hey, little prince, I'm canceling that you're reminded of when you were little. But the Duke, uh... You've been cold, but you've been cold and humane?”

After today's training, Chell, who opened Clayo's visit with a refreshing look, answered Trude's question instead of Clayo.

It was a very natural intervention.

"Trude, you want to tell Arthur that he doesn't have a heart? No way. He's famous for being a total jerk."

"Did you go through all that sardines? Are you a jerk who doesn't drink two drops of alcohol at the celebration and draws more than 1,000 times the same examination until 3 a.m.?”

"Well… a person can change when there's an occasion."

Before he knew it, Chell had become estranged from Trude, a knight-of-the-art, to omit the title. Trudeh, who is young and simple-minded, secretly matched well with the lush Chelsea.

While Clayo was slowly packing, Chelsea and Trude sat around the bed, forgetting walnuts and peanuts and fell into a trance of chatter.

Clayo, listening to the conversation between the two, clicked his tongue inside.

"If you're at level 6, don't you think it's okay to take a rest for a few days?" Or do you think that level-up is not your strength?

I thought Arthur would stay like that.

Even though it was level 6, the title did not appear and it seemed to be just empty, which could be attributed to Clayo's level-up, which was intertwined with his unique skills.

But what can we do now that this has already happened?

"Baby, it's not a big deal if you don't look like it, but you're so obsessed with it.’

chuckling Chell gave Trude an answer.

"I know what you're thinking about Prince. If you had been injured that much, would you have had a normal Grendelle? He thinks that his lack of strength is making things worse, and our goal is to think that the wizard has collapsed.”

"Why is it the responsibility of the prince?"

Clayo's movement, which had been organizing the suitcase for a long time, stopped unnaturally.

The genius of mood control, Chell skillfully leaked Trude's bright and embarrassing questions.

"Really? Why? By the way, where did you get the truday walnut? It's so delicious."

"Oh, my uncle has some walnut trees. Do you want some more?”

"Oh, thank you. I'll forget it on the way to the train. If you come to the capital city later, please stop by the Camellia Pavilion."

"Yeah, yeah! In spring, my body is back on the lundane!"

After the death of Jun Dong, the children and the knights became incredibly close. Rothan's words, "We are colleagues because we shared life and death together," were also effective.

He was a middle-aged tsundere, caring for his children more than anyone else, as Clayo expected.

It was time for such inclusive leadership. This is because the atmosphere in the castle was unsettled.

It wasn't because of the attack on the enemy.

Tristen's soldiers effectively stopped the beasts without a single death. If it was a big victory, it was a big victory.

Rather, orders left by Melchior were creating a bigger storm than the death of the duke or the death of the Duke. The situation was apparent to Clayo, an outsider.

The prince returned to the capital immediately after the Duke's funeral, saying that he would have had the aftereffects of the skill and had a favorable opinion of the Tristane Knights.

Melchior, who read the times well, was able to lift the constraints of the Tristane Knights without much resistance.

The order he left was to "exempt the 23rd Duke of Armoryk from the obligation to protect North Korea's territory, complete the inheritance process, and move to the capital with the necessary personnel."

In the first migration permit in a thousand years, the atmosphere of young drivers was excited.

the last joy of winter vacation

"Oh! Well, I heard from a little guy in my house that you're such a celebrity! I haven't been to the capital city for a long time, so now I know?"

Click, click.

Clayo, who closed the suitcase, picked up the appropriate answer and put it in.

"Little Truden seems to have exaggerated. Lord Trudeh knows that the capital's newspapers like to inflate little stories."

To be honest with you, the newspaper was a trude that I've never read a whole page of. But when the boy wizard raised him up gently, he had no choice but to swim with Ehem and pretend to accept.

When she heard about the two, she laughed and opened the walnut. Level 4 prosecutor cut the walnut shell that should be broken with a hammer with his bare hands.

"Well, yeah, yeah. Newspapers exaggerate things too much. Bad guys."

Clayo's insincere narrative led to all the other news of Youngji.

Older drivers were not agitated, but those who were selected as an advance team, like Trude, were already packing their bags and saying hello to their mothers.

"Oh! My Prince, or your new Duke! The Mana Stone Black Crystal from the Shadow Spider was fairly distributed to both the soldiers and the knights, but because of you, the amount was greatly reduced.”

Clayo was also told that when his level went up, the Ethers came and melted not only the mana but also the mana stone.

As the boy tilted his head awkwardly, Trude reached out a small hand and pounded Clayo's back.

"No, it's not that I couldn't! You did well, but you're so good, you're in trouble!"

Trude was short and small, but strong. He was a master of archery and a four-level knight with quick steps.

Then he patted Clayo on the back, and it was funny that the long boy was winding down.

The shell of the walnut laughed.

"Stop it. I'll catch him.”

"Oh, just this. Anyway, it's because it's dried up like a street lamp is walking around. I need to eat well.”

"Thank you for your concern. As a matter of fact, could you please introduce me to a chef who is good at local food at Tristane Land?"

"Why is that?"

"The food here is such a wonderful delicacy that I want to take you to the capital.”

"Haha, the little boy knows how to eat! Yes, our Youngji food is the best! Let's see... There is, yes! Let me introduce you to the youngest son of a two-pronged birch house. She's next door, and she's good at it first."

Excitedly, Trude, who bursts from the grandparents of "The Youngest Son of a Two-Growed birch house," and Lysa, who came in like lightning, dragged out.

"Trude! I was wondering where he went, and now he's gone. We'll be ready to patrol the north wall in five minutes. Go!"

"Oh, I get it, deputy."

I think my guest, Mietz, is doing three times as much work as you, who grew up here. Do you feel anything? What would be the name of our knights if they were so stupid in the capital city?"

The two men disappeared like a storm.

The cello, which pushed the finished walnut in front of Clayo, relaxed under his chin.

"By the way, is Mr. Mietz sitting here unexpectedly?"

"I can't wait to see people in trouble."

Not all of the knights were moved to the capital in the future. Rotan, for example, decided to bury his bones in the northern wall. You said it was your oath to protect the citadel of the Duke of Armoryk.

Even so, it is true that there is a shortage of people, so the remaining Mietzs was a great help to the Knights.

"That's like Professor Rosa's blood. Arthur, he's the guy. Even though I belatedly found out that his teacher was an elite knight who was ousted due to the rose orchid, his attitude is not changing at all."

Chell knew Mietz's identity more accurately than anyone else on the land. She was also at the banquet hall the day the prince visited.

Due to Melchior's direct checks, Rachel has been busy for the past few days. He did so to check his financial situation and whether there was a problem with his support route for training soldiers.

'I think I've done all the background checks on Mr. Mietz.’

"Chelle, you've chosen the lord yourself. Isn't it good to have a big bowl?"

"Ha-ha, that title sounds a little embarrassing. That's right. If you're going to risk my fortune, you'd better not dwell on bold, private things. I'm the only one who's upset because I don't care."

"…why? Did Melchior do anything to you?”

"Not at all. There's no sign of sanctions on my property, nor on my own Kishion. We've known each other for a long time. Anyway, I'll just go straight until things come up."

There was no way to defend Melchior if he sent in secret intelligence agents.

Even though she knows it, she's taking chances.

The tone of the cello, which shook off the walnut shell on the fingertips, was still light, but the weight of responsibility on the horse was never light.

a fundraiser for training illegal soldiers

Chell, a key figure in the plan that could put the whole family at risk if discovered, was only eighteen.

Clayo had a new question.

"…maybe, wouldn't Melchior have given you the right you want?"

Now that the Tiplom mine was owned by the royal family, the royal property was overflowing, but until then, the tax revenue was gradually decreasing.

There would have been plenty of room for negotiation if Chell had inherited the property and attached it to Melchior from the beginning.

"Kidding? He's the one who makes you pay for what you can't hit. He says that anyone loyal to him must give everything to him. Look at him making a turn. Melchior doesn't know it's a fair trade."

"The prince is lukewarm about expanding his suffrage, but he has to say so. Isn't Tasserton rather a special case?"

If Aslan's political orientation was to strengthen the anachronistic monarchy, Arthur had to be influenced by egalitarianism, even in the environment, and Melchior, he was trying to maintain the status quo in the middle.

"The prince, a warm conservative, is more unlikely to fit Chelsea than Aslan, but why would he hate it so much? A villain?'

"No. If you don't devote your life and soul to that kind of loyalty, Melchior doesn't make anyone his own. Apparently, the head of the Secret Intelligence Service is also an avid believer in the prince. I'm the daughter of a businessman. What's strange about betting your fortune on the biggest gain from investing the same amount?"

"The odds of losing money are too great."

The conversation between a boy and a girl who stock-invested the princes of the kingdom was very strange, but it was also common for the two.

You didn't learn from Dione? How can I hope for a dramatic profit without an adventure? Besides, I have pride, too. If you want to hit the bull's-eye, you have to work with the guy who wants my skills the most. Then why did you choose him? You could have been a promising ally of Melchior.”

Because of the author's will... Unable to answer, Clayo stroked his chin as if he was thinking.

"Well... I don't have such a very objective reason. I thought it would be better to choose a person who sees me as one of the same people as me. Anyway, I'm a commoner."

The silver eyes of the cello gave a chill of dizziness.

"Yeah, you know that. The Prince's Strangeness."

"What kind of weirdness?"

"There's one or two strange things about it's’

"The way he looks down at people is a damn sight. Look at the humans with an unconscious gaze, as if you were chasing the flight of tomorrow's dying day, and as if you were seeing the wild grass next season."

Clayo admired Rachel's eye. It was an expression of a person who remembered his eight lives intact, and could not be more accurate.

"I can get over it, whether the royal family treats foreign asylum seekers triflingly or if the girl pretends to be a man. But I can't stand that strange attitude of looking down at others with the same eyes as the immortal.”

After taking a short breather, Chell added another word with an uncharacteristically hesitant attitude.

"It's deceptive because it's so beautiful on the outside. His grace was not given to entertain us."

"…your insights are better than your swordsmanship. I was impressed, Celestes."

"Hmm. How many years earlier did you find out about the possibility of our prince to be a wise man?"

Cells played a playful tap on Clayo's arm, disrupting the serious atmosphere.

***

When they all returned to the capital together, the calendar had already passed to March.

After greeting each other at the central station of the capital, the children all headed to their respective homes.

Now vacation is less than a month away.

It was a really turbulent winter vacation practice.’

Clayo took home the chef who was introduced to Trude.

It turned out that he was a young man who worked as a kitchen assistant at the only hotel in Morolt where he stayed on the first day.

At the meeting, he promised to pay three times what he now receives, and cut off a check worth a month's salary in the name of transportation expenses.

After seeing the number on the check, the young man immediately packed his bags without a katabuta and appeared at the train station the next day.

Mrs. Canton was reluctant to discuss Clayo's new employment without consulting her, but she stopped nagging when she replied, "I really wanted to eat Tristane's cooking."

It was a great welcome to see a young master who was as thin as a fish bone to eat whatever he wanted.

***

After returning from the practice of various accidents, Clayo was confined to the Asher mansion and took only one step.

After more than a week's absence, Dione visited the Asher mansion.

She had come to inform the progress of the book and to bring the manuscript.

"This is the final score you saw. It's a typewriter, so it'll be easy to read. Lastly, after you check it once, I'm going to select the series separately to reflect the modifications and start to enter the text format. It's a cover sketch on the envelope, so give me your opinion."

Clayo, who was stunned by the word "final high school," soon hid the agitation and thanked Dione. I left the funeral to her, who was very conscious.

Clayo, of course, lay down and read the manuscript.

As there is a "memory" function, it was comfortable to compare it with elementary school, instead of getting up and browsing through the proofs, it was comfortable to compare them in your head.

At the time of more than two weeks, Behemoth pulled the hem of his pajamas with his teeth to pull Clayo out of the bed.

"Myoohoohooh! (If you're human, act like a human being!)

After a delicate attack on Behemoth, Clayo had lunch with Mrs. Canton's special breakfast, and magically copied two copies of the corrected manuscript and went to see Professor Maria.

"Now it really looks like a book. I'll go over it and give it back to you."

Professor Maria, who had received the proofreading, laughed so brightly that Clayo was strangely excited. It was a joy of publication after a long time.

Never wanting to come out again, he also made an appointment with Professor Jebedi on the same day. I didn't know how lucky it was to have a phone in the world.

As soon as I met the dean, I complained about the rise in the ether level.

Professor Noh, who had his student open the circle, jumped up without even being old. The boy was on the verge of burning himself.

Clayo soothed the excited professor and paddled while the water was coming in. I asked for a recommendation from Professor Maria's book.

Jebedi nodded unconditionally, not listening closely.

After returning home from work, Clay washed quickly, changed into pajamas and gowns in broad daylight, and was pressed onto the sofa in front of the fireplace.

The weather that entered March was not as cold as flesh, but there was a chill and chill somewhere.

I wish the sun would shine, but the March of Lundane was not a sunny season yet.

Clayo, who had been blanking out for a long time, took a handful of Ma Kwang-seok rubies out of the safe.

Everything was troublesome, but there remained a desire for the heating pad. There was something incomplete with fireplaces and radiators.

I looked through some books on mana stone processing, but it didn't help Clayo because it focused on aesthetic rather than function.

Once, in order to make a heating pad, the rubies should be woven into a heated form and fixed between at least two layers of cloth, which obscures the shape of the mana stone.

Mana Stone was basically a jewel. There were no examples of invisible processing.

"Hae-ya, the unidentified stone on the roof of the roof makes it look like it's going to be too much if you don't show the expensive mana stone rubies than real jewelry."’

What if it's too much? The safe is full of mana stone rubies, so I decided to continue.

The older brother is a mana stone he got after being caught by a lion, and he has a will to use it somehow.

You can put the mana stone rubies at regular intervals. I think it would be better to wrap it up with a thin felt and cover it with flannel.’

Clayo, who pulled out a piece of paper and had a simple design, came up with a T-flume in a heated material.

But where do you get the major strategic resources that the royal family has?

Clayo, who was searching for a safe drawer and a subspace wallet for anything useful, had a piece of metal that shone softly on his hand.

'That's right! At that time, there was a piece here that was a field trip experiment!'

I called from the drawing room and was taken directly by Freda, so I remembered that I couldn't return the piece of T-flume in the bedroom and brought it back.

I completely forgot after that, but I didn't expect to benefit from not organizing my spare wallet because I was too lazy.

"Melting it, pulling it out into a wire, we'll weave all the rubies... If you just put it in one starting point, you don't have to damage the jewelry.'

It seemed like a pretty good idea. Clayo opened the circle to the minimum size and developed a heat-up magic meal. Among them, he threw the T-flume to melt it. It was a waste of ether, but it would be faster than finding a reliable blacksmith.

'When the start-up comes on, let's take this design and leave it to Dionne's store for production. It'll be a great finish.’

When the making was sorted out, I thought it would be better to send at least one ruby pad to the father who brought the ruby to him.

"I don't think I'll be able to deceive Baron Asher if I try to play tricks on him, but if I've received this much, I'd better thank him for being a child.’

At first, he was a resentful Baron Asher, but he was able to accomplish many things thanks to his status as a son at the Capital Defense University.

Maybe it's too much to cover up the fact that his lost son isn't coming back....

What, did I do that? That's what he said.'

Clayo decided not to think much more about what he did not choose and couldn't change.