188 a circular theater (3)

Clayo managed not to doze off.

It was largely thanks to Arthur.

The confrontation between Antigone, his brother and sister, who wanted to bury Poluneices, and King Creon, who had banned the burial of traitors under a decree, seemed strange to Arthur as well.

"Hey, what kind of ghost are you talking about? My sister wants to bury my dead brother. Why is the king so angry? What's he doing to his son's fiancee?"

"It's because the order represents the true law that the king represents, the law of man. That Antigone over there is representing the law of God, before the rule and order of King Creon."

"Oh, I'm so frustrated. You need to know how to bend properly, you're just making a fuss... Oh, what? Did the main character just kill himself?”

Arthur's complaint was the first teen reaction to see without prior knowledge.

Clayo, who unintentionally became Arthur's teacher, also had to feel the cold reality of being a guardian of field trips.

"Yes."

"Wow! What are you doing? It's so uncomfortable."

"The king's queen and the prince will kill themselves soon, so stop watching."

"What is it. You asked me if I've seen any plays, Ray, you're so sharp. You were trying to compare it to your prediction?”

"Not necessarily....”

Ding-

The alarm of the clock chimed in between the two's great distance. Finally, the boring time was over, and the scale of the water clock reached midnight.

It wasn't the time to make predictions or anything.

"Hey, Arthur! Now! Watch!"

"Okay!"

The 18-year-old Mutupa teenager forgot about the play he couldn't understand and gathered Ether.

Begg's sword shot up the black. Within a few seconds, a dazzling light was triggered the [circle of advance. Clayo also practiced his [defensive] magic to prepare for the ensuing attack by the spirits.

Whoo-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Arthur's swords headed straight for the water clock. The stone structure was shattered into fragments.

Rumbling. Koo-kung.

At the same time, the amphitheater began to shake from the cornerstone.

The spirits, which were entangled in the audience, were at their last gasp.

'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

'Wow, woooo, woo!

'Who's trying to stop time?'

'Let the play continue.’

'The performance of the truth!'

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

The dying spirits rolled over the hem of their white clothes and knocked on the shield turned on by Clayo. The Young Body's attack failed to spark a single shield.

The spirits shed white tears as they fell into the air. Their screams were a curse to those who interrupted the play.

Among them, a dead body struck Clayo's shield with a double-edged sword flashing in white.

Coo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!

The only level-up body was the person who played the role of Creon.

Clayo renewed his [defensive] rule, expanding the circle to a maximum width of 200 meters this time.

Beyond the tens of rows of seats, the orchestra's territory came into Clayo's golden shield.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

The body was constantly pushed by Clayo's shield and slammed into the pillars of the stage background.

In the midst of the flames of burning ether, Clay saw the body's heart reflected in gold.

"That's the heart! That's a heart!"

"Leave it to me."

Arthur and Clayo, who had already faced the beast many times, didn't have to talk long.

Arthur, who ran down between the seats a couple of months later, cut the body with a clever technique, using Clayo's circle as a shield.

Hahaha!

The body's arms were cut off and disappeared even before dividing them into two pieces. Arthur's golden sword soon penetrated the body's chest, and the coffin he used was also scattered in the air with dust.

The night and day of the sky were mixed up.

On the stage of the theater where the shadow disappeared, Arthur grabbed a large embroidery and immediately returned to Clayo.

[Criticizing]

: Mana Stone of antitoxin.]

"Look, there's something incredible about the Mana Stone this time!"

"Yeah, it's anti-poisoning, so take care of it."

So far, Clayo also knew about the development.

Same dungeon, same mana stone. The watch broke, and the watchman of the dungeon returned to dust. At the same time, the amphitheater began to age at a tremendous rate.

The background of the stage was the first dust.

The audience wore a thousand years at a moment, and the grass sprang up like ink smudged between the stones. Soon after, the waterways around the orchestra began to flood. This dungeon will be submerged and destroyed.

Even as things went in order, Clay still couldn't express his feelings.

The compensation for the dungeon has been received by Arthur. Due to the aftereffects of 'Editor Authority' that Clayo wrote in Part 1.

Clayo, who is not responsible for the situation, has no choice but to anxiously wait for the outcome.

After a few tense minutes, the long-awaited "talk" came to Arthur and Clayo.

[- Master Clock of 'Memory World' stops. The 'round theater' loses its synchronization of time.

- Compensation: - … .]

Errors in the [before and after] relationship. Compensation calculation is delayed.]

[-...compensation accounting is delayed.]

The weathering of the theater, which seemed to collapse at any moment, stopped.

The pillar that had fallen down stays in the air, and the armrest of the front seat, which had been cracked, stops splitting.

Clayo realizes that his doubts and concerns were not excessive.

Arthur spoke in a hazy manner.

"A postwar relationship error... What the hell does that mean, Ray? Do you understand?”

"That's…."

Under the air where "speech" is still floating, the message that Pil-kyung's "promise" is added like an interpretation.

[-Remembered world will be moored if compensation is not completed.]

[-The duration of the current is infinite.]

While reading the message, Clay felt a sharp pain in his stomach. The stomach acid seemed to scratch the stomach wall excitedly.

He habitually rubbed his left index finger. The wounds around the ring were not healed and red again.

"Ray, let's stop scratching Aaron's fingers and think about a solution."

Clayo looked up. Arthur was holding Berg's sword with a relaxed expression.

The prince will try to break through the difficulties by breaking this theater to powder if necessary.

However, even if all the ruins are returned to dust, the dungeon will not be destroyed.

Clayo knew a more fundamental solution.

However, knowledge and action were not immediately connected. All you have to do is raise your will to activate your own skills.

It is trust that the sharp turquoise eyes contain, and the implementation of "editor authority" will surely wear out the trust.

Clayo is not used to the sense of loss, as he has lived a life that is rare to be sorry for.

The power and magical power of "Promise" were thought to be collected if his use in the narrative was over.

But betraying one man's faith in another could not be compared to the sudden disappearance of a given ability as it had come.

Nevertheless, the hesitation was short. He knew what he had to do.

After making the decision, Clay held his hand tightly over the ring.

"The countermeasure is with me. Arthur, you don't have to do anything.”

"Oh, the future cannabis is going to show you something else?"

That familiar smile, that informal speech. You may, perhaps, regret the evidence of this young friendship.

Won't pass and come back.

Clayo executed the 'Editor Authority'.

[-Unique skill: Use 'Editor access' (3/3)]

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:04:59 / 00:05:00]

Palimpsest and Gitpen came to mind in front of the aisle of the crumbling round theater.

Clayo calmly handed over the manuscript, which felt heavier than ever.

Two boys who secretly drink in front of the gate of Manemosine.

a sudden dungeon

plays played in dungeon

an advance circle that breaks a water clock

A clear abnormality was noticeable from the line where the remembered space collapsed. As if it was a writing blocked, ink lines were drawn over unreadable letters.

Clayo tied the part and wrote the deletion symbol. He then wrote down his "front-screening" skills on the next page of the blank paper.

There was nothing original. It was an item that eliminated two restrictions on existing skills.

It was limited to personnel and space.

The ink mixed with blue and gold shines mysteriously. Clayo, who finished, puts down his pen and looks at Arthur, not the front part of the manuscript.

The boy, who blinked even under the arrest of the distant "editor authority" in the past, now moves freely without any restraints, and grabs the sword that Clayo gave him.

He tilts his head, breathes, and is wary as if he is trying to figure out what's going on, but instead of stepping back from Clayo, he comes a step closer.

"Ray, what the hell is that piece of paper....”

Before Arthur could finish, a message of "promise" exploded as if dividing the two.

[-A-AROIGNAN] is deeply involved in the composition of the world.

The user's intervention in narrative is also recognized as an increase in the amount of influence exercise.]

[-Modification will destroy some pages of '□□□□'s Palimpsest' originating from the .]

- The author accepts the editor's recommendation.]

[-The paragraph is edited.]

At the moment of the change, the remembered world regains its shape before being destroyed.

The collapsed pillar is rebuilt, and the grasses that had risen between the seats fall down. The time that was covered over the stone structure is erased, and fragments of the clock are placed in the first place.

Leaving Arthur and Clayo intact, only the remembered world went back a few minutes ago.

A word came to mind again.

Dungeon's message was not a word different from what Clayo personally modified.

[- Master Clock of 'Memory World' stops. The 'round theater' loses its synchronization of time.

- Compensation: 'Infinite Foreground']

Arthur, looking at the words in a hazy manner, suddenly grabbed the back of his bleeding hand.

"Ugh."

A new scar began to appear on the back of his hand, in sharp pain enough for the boy to shake his back.

At the edge of the existing circular theater Sung-heui, one more line was drawn. The red blood gushed along the circle.

Finally, the suspect was concluded. as a mere imprint of the castle

Clay opened the circle to stop Arthur's wounds, while pushing the ether into the scar.

'Promise' announced the details of the scar.

[Unique Skill 'Infinite Foreground']

— Create subspaces that are inviolable by any force or magic.

—The internal configuration of the subspace changes without limitation depending on the user's will.

—Move you and your designated person from events and backgrounds into subspace.

Timeout: 01:00:00]

People allowed to enter: fi]

'That'sir.

Clayo's shoulder was dislocated. With a long sigh, the boy's life seemed to be scattered.

"This is…."

"Also, it's proof of what I did."

That's exactly what Arthur said when the first stigmatization occurred, suspicious of Clay.

"Ray, you have such a good memory. Is that the same as now?"

"What's the difference? You can question me or blame me like you did back then. Because you deserve it."

The circular theater, whose structure was intertwined with the "Editor Authority" event, was dismantled very slowly, unlike the first one.

The fall was so slow that it took a whole night. Morning sunset falls to the surface of the water like a veil.

When the water clock and waterway overflowing water fill the entire theater, Phahe will be completed, but even though the sky was bright, several rows of seats were still on the surface.

The light in the water still shone on Clayo's tired back. He was bent down in the audience one square below Arthur.

Arthur, sitting in the top row of the audience, quietly wiped the wound on the back of his hand.

Clayo's magic healed the back of his hand, which had been torn by the new scar, but the mysterious community in his mind could not be filled.

Patting under his black chin, Arthur broke the silence of the long night.

Since I made the promise of God, I haven't asked you anything. I've buried everything I've ever seen in Melchior's library, every promise I don't know about the future, everything I don't know about your holy grail. Yes, you are the wizard of prophecy. You have a plan, and I believe you'll explain it to me someday."

Arthur did not want to lower the price of good faith by asking his wizard impatiently. Really, if you can, until the last moment.