213 (4) for an eternal peace

Arthur was also in a hurry, awkwardly covering Clayo's eyes.

It was an attempt to make Clayo not read because he could not touch the sheet of paper with the words "prediction."

"Get your hands off me, Arthur Rignan."

"Hey, stop looking. I don't think this is a thing is! That's cheating! That's cheap!

Despite Arthur's all-out interference, Clay held on to the ropes and read all the necessary passages.

Seven nights of hardship that Arthur had to endure.

Beth or Driscoll was a horribly cruel human being. Arthur's time of tearing and breaking his body and mind was the best moment of her life.

I could punish those who persecute her god with my own hands.

Sometimes, the prince lived over the thin wall of the torture room with a perforated ventilation system, and saw and heard everything Bethna did.

At that time, the thrill of joy hovered around Bethna's fingertips.

The words Beth Na, who had a dark passion, used to tell Arthur's body and spirit were half false and half true.

Whenever he got up Ether and wrote [hardening], he whispered that Arthur's friends were suffering from severe hardships, and that he had betrayed them by his mother's conciliatory gesture, and furthermore, Clayo hinted that he was in the same prison in a state of death.

'And there... that Bethena was from the same temple as Arthur's mother... What kind of trap is this?'

Igrain, a famous man who produced two lieutenants, chose Theophila, which was more sacred, as his adopted daughter.

The second withdrawal of Bethna, who also considered him to be God's will, came back a decade later, like a pendulum.

Theophila, who broke the pledge of chastity, treated all the saints of Igrain with little respect.

All the values Beth has devoted her life to.

Theophila, who abandoned God's choice and gave birth to the king's child, lost her faith and vented her anger on Arthur as if seeking compensation for her lost faith.

He said, 'You're worse than you need to do it. He was pushing Arthur even harder because he had a personal grudge...!’

Bessna, who grabbed Arthur's hair, kindly whispered with a smile.

It's as if you're singing a lullaby to the child with your lips near the fluffy ears.

If you don't accept the covenant, you can cut off the sorcerer's vocal cords and grind the delicate fingertips so that you can never turn over the pages again. Prince, it will be your sin.’

Arthur had a reasonable judgment that he would not really deal with the second son of the future cannabis and Asher boss in that way. But when I looked into Bessna's eyes, my belief in rationality was shattered.

No sleep, no rest, no darkness at all, and even Arthur's clear judgment was shaken.

I wouldn't know if I fainted, but I used magic when it was appropriate to keep my mind awake.

Even in that condition, Arthur held out what he would do without falling into Bethna's playground.

scratching the broken floor of the tile until all of his nails were pulled out, his knees soaked in the blood he spilled, and convulsed with shock.

At last the long crossroads are nearing their end.

Bessna causes poor Ether conduction, which is no more than a sword, to Albion's Army-style dagger.

The movement of industrial weapons, which cannot withstand the ether load, feels too slow for a six-level knight. It extends the section of pain as if time had been forced to increase.

The sentence recording the scene of Arthur's wrist being cut by Bethna's dagger was engraved on Clayo's brain as if pressed in a run-up type.

Sust-

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:00:01 / 00:05:00]

When the "Editor's Authority" time limit was over, the manuscript and pen disappeared outside the board.

There was no change in the world, in Arthur's memory, and in his body. Because I didn't touch the manuscript.

It was the first time that valuable 'sexual scars' were used solely for reading without the purpose of revision.

If you try to correct the atrocities outlined in the various paragraphs, the hardships that Arthur had to go through, there will be more cracks.

I couldn't hurt Arthur more than this.

Press down to stop the anger from overflowing, and Clayo asked Arthur.

"How did you survive that? I heard all your colleagues were taken away to help you."

"I just got to hang in there. It's not even the time of day, and I'm not going to fall out of this place."

More than Clay was concerned about Arthur, Arthur was concerned about him.

That's how it is now.

At first glance, it looks luxurious, but it doesn't fit the size of the clothes, under the dark blue eyes, and even the necks that suddenly cut their hair and became hollow.

Even the future of the cannabis was not much better than himself, who was tortured underground.

"That's what I'm saying."

He spoke bluntly, but Clayo's back was trembling. Arthur explained what he had guessed better.

"No, really. You can't keep Kishion's own masterpiece forever under the command of the king's deputy.

If we had a lot of time, Beth or Director wouldn't stick to us and push us to do that knowledge. That's why I thought it would be released soon. I didn't expect it to be this fast.”

Arthur's words were true without a single lie.

I was really relieved to be able to meet his wizard again safely.

That night, when agents from the Interior Security Department stormed into the dormitory, Arthur found that his nightmare had become a reality.

She didn't want status or honor, and she was brought to the same basement as herself because she just followed the will of God.

Arthur couldn't get over it.

So this was a much better ending than expected.

Clayo's idea didn't seem to be so.

"If you wouldn't let me use [hardening], why didn't you at least use 'frontier' to pull yourself out?"

"…I'd be comfortable if I escaped the crisis for an hour or so, but it was hard for Beth to say something terrible at the risk of someone else's life."

"Your arm... didn't do that to break the stigma?"

"Oh, right. When you lose your wrist, the scar goes up. The high-spirited director of the Interior Security Department may not have known about it, and dropped his cigarette. Like a fool."

Bethna's cigarette was soaked in Arthur's blood and the flames went out. leaving a smoky, fishy smell

But Clay doesn't seem to know that.

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief into his mind.

"Well, even the scar can't tell you everything. It's painful to have my arm cut off.'

Of course, the injury was extremely painful and shocking.

However, Bessna, who confirmed that she could not remove the scar, immediately used a healing magic, so there was no problem moving.

Thinking about "why" or "why only me" in what she went through quit the year her mother was killed.

I believe that the right cause exists for all deprivation and pain, and if I put reality in the thought, people go crazy.

The insanity in the eyes of those who were called blood vessels was used as a teacher, while relieving their hunger and longing.

He grew up seeing many wounded old soldiers in the military camp. Having held the sword, I lived thinking that one day I would get sick.

The pain in the wound was nothing.

Rather, Clayo gets so angry that he gets restless.

Clayo, who had poor lung capacity, had to try to calm down to deliver his words correctly.

"Bessna's level three, but how could she have been doing all that? I was relieved that I didn't fill the ball, you tactless bastard."

"It's been on the desk all along. It's a very well-made luxury."

Clayo's face suddenly darkened.

It was not even written in the manuscript that the submersible was used in that way.

Clayo relied on the function of "promise," making it difficult for him to forgive himself for failing to understand the hell Arthur was going through.

Even though it was not the time, anger that I didn't know who was going to be, so I felt like I was burning my stomach black.

Arthur was abused to the limit both emotion and body. He was still 19 years old, trying to take care of his colleague's safety first.

The world was as cruel to his adversary as it was to his adversary.

Can their sacrifices be justified in order to achieve the history God wants on this land?

Bessna's grudge, Melchior's conviction, God's fault.

All these elements speak eloquently. The god of this place is not an error-free existence.

Nevertheless, it was so painful that the only thing that could be relied on right now was the magic from the sisters of their muse, and that he could not live outside God's plan.

Arthur tapped his friend on the shoulder.

"Ray, you're going to cry. I think we can make fun of him for the next 50 years.”

"You're really... hoo, just shut up."

Unlike his usual slow movements, Clayo, who stretched out his arms like a lightning bolt, grabbed Arthur's right arm, which touched his shoulder.

Clay swallowed his saliva at the devastation revealed when he opened the button and pulled up his sleeves.

There was a red cut line about a bone above the 'infinite foreground' scar. My arm has just been cut off as I read in the manuscript. It was a mark.

The magically attached wound did not cause infection or necrosis of the tissue around the wound, making it seem even more bizarre.

"…it must hurt."

"No, not really."

"Until this time, you're white noise.

The sorcerer, who made such a sound, overlapped the exorcism rites of [the Inspector] and [the Restoration] on the red-clear mark of cutting.

Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

Concentrated in two palm sizes, Ether was as bright as the noon sun despite the bad conditions of a double rash.

The cold light closed my eyes, but I heard Clayo's words well on my open return. His voice was thin and resonant.

"[My dear friend] makes us whole,

The power of destruction in death is feeble.

The helpless deaths of the boys,

The death will leave no trace in the soul of the soldier.

in the gold of daffodils, in the lair of the sunset

The purity and recuperation of Cheongung.]1)"

The material of the truth that Clayo invokes magic is our language.

Clay always creates new beauty by weaving words that Arthur knows.

It was amazing that old horses on people's tongues would become magical languages if they went through those clear voices.

The persimmon brightened pink in the eyes, and the light stayed long on Arthur's wounds.

Soon pain and fever will go away, and all the stomachache that had been going on will be washed away. purifying the seven nights underground

Arthur opens his eyes in the warm afterglow.

Even though all the magic is gone, the eyes of a friend who still has a serious expression cannot be opened. Clayo is just looking at Arthur's arm as if he were grateful for the result of the double rash.

Unable to force it off, Arthur also looks into my right arm.

Under Clayo's elbow, not only the marks of torture, but all the wounds Arthur had worn throughout his life were washed away.

Only the scars of the ether on the back of his seemingly smooth hands gave off their own color.

It felt like I was born again.

At this moment, Arthur cannot help believing that God's agent is with him.

I felt strange and complicated, not just the pleasure or the displeasure of being manipulated.

It's an emotion that can't be defined in his language yet.

Therefore, judgment is postponed a little more.

In the light of rejuvenation that still brightens the inner part of the eyelids.

1) England The Mother, Sonnets 1917 연작에서, Ivor Gurney, 편역.