186 Circular theater (1)

"It's like you're in your first love. Huh? It's a waste to say a word, isn't it?

"I was out of my mind last time, and where have you learned to catch a life-threatening person? You're very good."

"Birthday? It's the result of careful observation. I've been suspicious for a while, but I think older people are your type. I don't know if I can dream of anything since I'm five years older than Lady Dionne, but isn't the age difference too far for the Archbishop of Estoria?”

"Stop talking nonsense and run in place to sober up. Come up with the water."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Okay, I'll get it, water!"

"Wait. What about the bottle?"

"Oh, I think I brought it."

Arthur, who was looking through his backpack, could hardly find a bottle. Clayo came close to me, wondering if I was drunk after drinking that.

"If it's dark, do you want me to turn on more lights?”

"No, it's not that. It's like something's pulling from the back, and my arms aren't moving."

Whoo, whoo, boom boom, boom.

The door of the Menemosines resonated.

Ancient numbers rose above the crumbling wall, and a storm of light that overwhelmed the beautiful light of the stone wall surrounded the two.

'What the...!'

The sense of the endless fall stops in the cold water.

"Tat, kekek."

Clayo poked for a long time with water in his eyes, nose and mouth. As I struggled with my limbs, my knees and hands touched the hard floor.

Clayo jumped to his feet with a determination not to be embarrassed like last time.

When I took my foot out of the water, I found that the area where it was locked was a knee-deep ditch cut with stone.

Ah, did you drink water from this depth? Come on.'

Sitting on the edge of the waterway wet, Clay quickly identified where he was.

He knew this place. I've even been here.

'It's a circular theater.’

It was the dungeon that gave Arthur the 'front-scaling skill' in the last manuscript.

After meeting the archbishop, the mind that had been resolved in a mess became tense.

Soon after, 'Speech' came to Clayo's eyes. As before, it was the same format as the promise message.

[Remembered World: Round Theater]

A piece of construction that the broken jewel of the goddess Menemoshin coalesced.

- Stop 'Master Clock' to stop repeating history. If time is lost, space is dismantled.

CAUTION: All elements will be reset to the start state when the time-out is over.]]

[-Time Remaining / Timeout]

119:59:51 / 120:00:00

*The poles are performed randomly every six hours.]

Whoo-ooh!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Then, a low but threatening sound rang Clayo's body. It was a sound of dozens of voices overlapping, as if they were humming and criticizing.

Clay, looking back, turned pale.

Thousands of seemingly transparent spirits were howling.

Burn it!

Arthur, who fell to the other side of the circular stage, crossed half the semicircular stage in a matter of months.

He cut in between the English and Clayo with a determined air.

The six-level knight's body, reinforced with ether, shone like an ancestor made of gold. As if thousands of bodies were not afraid, the boy tried to spread out his blackness.

Clayo grasped the situation a beat later.

Rolling out of the waterway between the stage and the first row of seats, they were blocking the view of the permanent visitors.

At first glance, it was the protest of the spirits that were conveyed.

"Wow, great inconvenience....’

How come every time I come to a theater like this.

"Come on, let's quit and get back to the back seat. Come on."

"What?"

"Follow me, please."

Clayo dragged Arthur along. The spirits were noisy, but they did not harm the two.

With about ten question marks on his face, Arthur and Clayo walked up through the stone-like seats.

The higher the stairs, the farther away from the semicircular stage surrounded by the waterway, and the protests of the spirits subsided.

By then, Arthur also knew what was going on. He took the ether and took his hands off the sword. He asked with a low voice.

"Are you complaining, by any chance, about blocking the view from the front seat? Those ghosts?”

"Oh, the play's about to begin. Uninvited guests like us have to go to the back seat so they won't be able to hear you."

"Jeongjin" was able to recall the contents of the manuscript, which he had looked at several times to explode while writing an application for a project to support excellent academic books.

.

"…even if I hadn't chosen my math book, I would have known the structure from what I saw then.’

Considering that the structure behind the stage was constructed in stone, it was close to the style of Rome.

Also, the front row of the theater, the beautiful seats with the back and armrests carved were for priests and bureaucrats.

Clay and Arthur were hanging around there, so the other spirits deserved to be angry.

After escaping from the shock of being dragged into the dungeon, Clay quickly regained his usual composure.

Since the first Ma export mall incident took place, it was time for the dungeon to come out.

'It's too early, but... The last manuscript is out anyway. It's not the time to believe that.'

It was not until the two reached the highest floor seats and the pillars at the edge of the theater that they could find an empty seat.

The boundary of the dungeon was the outer wall of the theater, with the sky divided over the back seat. The sky above the theater was the sunset, and the sky outside the circular boundary was the air of nothing.

In this, how long has the time been repeated? However, the stone building below it is smooth and shiny as it was carved yesterday. He looks confident with no weeds growing between the stones.

This was what the "frontscape" skill looked like before it became a ruin.

"What, Ray. I'm used to this place like I've been here before. Did you predict this, too?"

"You too. It's your holy place, and you're acting like it's your first time here today."

"What?"

"Didn't you notice?"

"No, that's a waste, and it's a total platter here.”

"That's what it was like."

It moved away from the stage, but as it was high, the entire theater was viewed.

On the orchestra stage, the white-clad spirits were singing songs before the play began. Situated between the orchestra stage and the background structure, the main stage was covered with a shallow tapestry.

Despite the resonating songs in various scales, the spirits of the audience all stared at the stage and waited for the curtain to be cleared.

'Let me see, there's going to be thousands of bodies.’

For the moment, they don't care about the intruders, but when they break the clock, they will face resistance from the spirits to continue the play.

'I wish Eisiel had come with me.’

However, only two people entered the "round theater" dungeon.

Clayo's sudden opening of the dungeon was heartbreaking. As if he was timing Arthur and himself to attract him.

Besides, the compensation for this dungeon has already been paid, how are you going to settle it? Will it be replaced by another skill?’

What would you do if you thought about it?

Once he breaks the dungeon, he'll know if he had any way to do it, or if Clay himself should take care of it.

"Anyway, just stay still so that you don't get the attention of the spirits. Not every single one of them is aggressive, but what we're trying to do will be enough to interfere."

"If you're trying to... Well, you're looking for a watch. But what the hell is a watch here?"

Clayo pointed to a tall structure between the stage and the orchestra seat.

"You can see that there is a round pillar with a grid on the square-cut platform, and the angel and bird-shaped sculpture next to it."

"Yes."

"That's a water clock."

"That's a watch?"

"You have to look carefully. The square on the pillar marks the time. The angel's arrowhead scale marks the time. The shield is neutralized only when the arrow is six steps back and it points to midnight. No matter how much I pour out the ether, it won't break.”

"What if I can't break it in time?”

"Nothing's happening. Time goes back to 6 p.m. when the first dungeon was held, and another play begins.”

"…maybe, all 120 hours?"

"I suppose so?"

This dungeon's madly long time limit was not an advantage. It was because even if all the stage and background were smashed and the audience separated, it would be restored every six hours, and the curtain of a new play would rise.

'In the last manuscript, two of us, Isiel and Arthur, were on the verge of going crazy. Not because of the hard-to-fight monster, but because there's no way to attack.'

It was a troublesome dungeon because the two people, who had no interest in drama art, had to watch the play for four or five days without knowing how to get out.

"I hope the strategy works this time.’

The chorus went out to the right of the stage and the curtain came down, and two men in Roman costume stood on the stage.

Translucent bodies have already begun to act in a series of plays that may have been the number of times.

It was the first language I heard in my life, but I understood the meaning.

It's like using the add-on to Understanding. Well, it's a technology that exists somewhere in the world, so it's applied to me.’

Young body, who looked like a young man, gave a grumbling line about the queen and her lover, whom she had a crush on.

Arthur already looked ugly.

"Uh. That's a dungeon that Lady Diones would like."

"I agree."

At first, he was so focused that he knew where he had thrown it away.

He said he didn't know the taste of opera because he grew up in the countryside where no wandering troupe came, and even to such an uneducated prince, the political drama must have appealed.

Speaking of Clayo, watching the 17th century political tragedy in a great theater that seemed to be worth walking on, I wondered what this was.

The content of the play, in which the spirits were performing enthusiastically, was La Sin no matter how hard I looked at it.

Titus, who became the Roman emperor, was frustrated in the face of laws prohibiting marriage to strangers.

One law that even the emperor could not break makes it impossible to accept the Outlander Queen, who helped raise his reputation, as the queen.

Titus had to marry Berenice and be banished from Rome, or choose Rome and expel Berenice.

'You can write the original story with some sincerity... Now that you've come across the world, copyright doesn't matter.’

Clayo kicked his tongue at the author after a long time.

What's the standard of worldview consistency or what? You don't need to match the background with the times?’

Such criticism of the author may be a bit inappropriate.

The manuscript, which records the world itself and can change the recorded world, will not be written in Korean 97 in the library of the author's villa in Namyangju, for example.

Still, one thing was clear.

The "Orders and Subjects Set by the Author" dominates the work, which was the author's meaning. In this world, the author was literally a god.

Isn't this a deformed text that doesn't take into account the existence of readers at all?

In other words, it means a world in which the author pursues his own silver leaf as he prays.

"I think I know why Melchior hates him so much at this point. If only I had to go back to life again and again for the development he wanted....’

While Clayo was lost in thought, the play continued.

Titus eventually chooses an empire from the Roman Empire and lovers, and does not listen to Berenice's plea for his love.

Barely stepping away from the urge of death, Berenice leaves Rome to say goodbye to her lover. The two of them reach a farewell that will never be seen again.

Arthur was so immersed in the play that he got angry.

"Hey, don't you think the Emperor's abandoning the Queen over there?”

"It's just a play, so don't get angry and watch it."

"The Emperor has only a long tongue. You said you were going to die without me, but you still want me to leave? The Emperor's vessel is too small.”

Clayo controlled his expression by looking at the darkened distant sky and the stage once.

As Charlie Chaplin said, "Life is a tragedy when viewed closely, and a comedy from afar."

So is the tragedy of the Queen of Palestine and the Roman Emperor, and the teenager sitting in the theater seats of Dungeon, who doesn't know what will come out, watching the political drama.

"Really? So you would give up the throne?”

"No. Why do you have to choose between the two? You can persuade the citizens and the senate. Titus has a lack of willpower.”

Arthur doesn't understand Titus, who had to choose between love and governance. The arrogant innocence of believing in the power of will made Clay laugh a little.