277 Cyclion Territory (3)

Clayo thought when he heard Schuliman's reply.

All humans tend to reconstruct the narrative in their own biased way when reminiscing about the past, but isn't this too far apart?

'Aar, you're totally different from what you told me. Scared of landslides, I shivered in my mother's arms.How can you stop talking about it? What's wrong with him and stop an eight-year-old from collapsing in Suwon?

Before meeting Mietzs, before being treated as a nephew by the soldiers of the Kishion army, Arthur was not much different from the eight bridges as Clay had expected.

including its inhumane strength and composure

"At that time, Arthur had the spirit of a lion's sword, and he had the blade not only at the tip of the sword but also at the sack.

I also grew up listening to hero stories, but I wasn't a boy who was impressed by them.

But I have never doubted since that day that there is a descendant of a royal family who knows the power of praise, a true God-selected person."

Schliemann Kishion was born with a small ether bowl, but was a prosecutor who rose to the intermediate level due to hard training.

In those days, it must have been a strong article for Arthur, who had just developed Ether sensitivity.

Nevertheless, Schliemann calmly said, "I was overwhelmed by the boy of Vienna and almost fell on my knees."

There was a sacredness that he could not detect even from Edward, who had "promised" and Philip, who had sworn allegiance again after he was released from Edward's covenant.

Isiel couldn't help but be fascinated by Arthur.

"It may sound like a parent's nonsense to say this because she is my daughter, but Isiel's eyes are bright and his spirit is strong.

I hope that the upright child will supplement his chosen master as a whole self. That's why I don't want the promise of the article, the noble and determined 'Pledge' to be destroyed."

So Schliemann Kishion was not afraid to commit first-degree treason.

Clay is not the only one who is superstitious or overly emotional.

Even a little bit of communication showed that Schliemann had a calm and rational nature.

It was only his destiny that he was placed by the design of God that could never escape.

"Since Melchior's rise to the crown, central support for the land has almost been cut off. I paid the tax, but nothing came back.

There has also been growing pressure to keep the law on the inheritance of the shaman and have male successors instead of daughters. Rather than not having no choice, it was a measure to make no choice.

He prepared the outer walls of the land of Kishion to be torn down and laid a stone for everything to happen.

But there's a place in the world where you have to walk even if you know it's a limb.

Skilled soldiers and experienced knights are not trained overnight. Now I am proud of the children of farmers and herbivores who are registered as regular soldiers. Absalom's defense."

She changed her twisted legs to the other side and lightly asked back. Of course, the content of the words was not light at all.

"Even if you train your weapon to wear out and break, you'll be helpless if one of the Swordmasters throws an advance circle?"

Schliemann answered the cold assessment without anger or excitement.

"Melkior Zhao is a man who sits in the capital and knows everything in the world.

The fact that he sent the Duke of Armoryk, on the contrary, means that it would have been difficult to break through the wall without a Swordmaster.

If everyone had a life-threatening battle, it could have taken longer. But I didn't train the disease to fight our troops."

Schuliman was not willing to consume his precious troops as a political factor in Korea, so he immediately responded to the arrest at the time of the collapse of the external wall.

In the worst case scenario, he would have considered the fact that even if he died, 18 knights and 300 soldiers would remain.

Clay was tongue-tied at his own sober judgment.

"All the soldiers are from around here, and there's no more wallpaper than this, so it's not punishable to move them out. The worst case scenario is to take off your military uniform and go back to being a herbalist. As long as the troops are preserved, we can call in reserve forces at the time of the Bruneen invasion.’

If only Shuliman dies before Arthur becomes king, the fifth Kishion will be made by a distant relative, but the lord of Kishion must have thought of it.

Schliemann believed Brunnen would surely cross the walls of Absalom.

If it was a war, it was expected that Isiel would be able to recapture the land on his own. At that time, Schuliman would know that a lot of the rules would become nominal.

A man who looks honest on the outside, but what is inside was the will of iron blood. He did not know politics and was tactless.

Indeed, if he had been really naive, he could not have even considered joining a battle like Melchior in support of the crazy abandoned prince.

Tadak

Thack.

While Chelsea and Clayo were lost in thought, only the burning wood in the fireplace rang quietly.

The Kishion birch put in more firewood and prepared it to catch fire. It was a familiar skill.

Looking at the fire, which was once again lit up with scarlet light, the self-purple said in a lighter tone.

"I don't know if it's above the subject, but when I'm with my colleagues, Arthur and Isiel are happy to have my age-like faces."

"That's a big contribution to Lord Clayo here."

"Sir Celeste's contribution is not small either."

In a counterattack that didn't leave Clayo's mouth wide open, Rachel crept and opened. No wonder I felt cursed, but Clayo pretended not to see it.

Schuliman's face, which had been discussing the past and future of the military in a serious manner, has also changed to that of Abby, who has children.

He respected the children as colleagues and regarded them as friends of the prince, such as children and children.

"When I first came to Seoul, I followed Arthur to the store every day. I was surprised to go to a crowded bar at night for the first time in my life.

Oh, I know the situation. It was a difficult time for Arthur to stay in the dormitory because of the assassination threat."

Chelsea and Clayo, who were looking awkwardly, met in the middle.

There must have been an assassin from Aslan, but Arthur himself admitted.There were few bold men who had crossed the Sipi school system.

Even without speaking, the two people had a good idea.

'I don't think that's really 100 percent safety.’

Arthur knows all the bars that come from Lundane. That's not just a list.’

Of course, the two kept their mouths shut so as not to disturb their own minds.

How can you let your parents know that your child is a master of life, and that he or she has some of the nature of a bad drunk?

Furthermore, there was a real assassin, and during the capital, Isiel fought with him when he was attacked by a red-eyed man.

At that time, Isiel was already used to ordering his share of non-alcoholic beverages at a bar.

"Of course, after the assassin was cut off, I decided not to break school rules, so I didn't know what Arthur was doing at night.But like my daughter, I believed in Arthur."

Schliemann came down the scrapbook that had been placed on the fireplace.

Inside the smooth cover in calf skin, there were a lot of articles about Arthur, Isiel, and 977 friends' performances.

Among them, Schleyman's proudest point was the polite article.

"You'll be able to show your dignity like this is how you look. He was already a ten-year-old speaker who could cheer up his soldiers."

At the sight of Schliemann as a parent, she relaxed her face for the first time this night and smiled.

"Aha. I think Arthur grew up to be a decent human being because of Isiel and his own composition. He's definitely different from Melchior."

When Schuliman nodded as if it was natural, Chell smoothly continued the next topic.

"And I also like when she smiles. Now it turns out that her features resemble a departed wife.”

Clayo looked behind her back, following Rachel's deep gaze.

I didn't know because I was turning my back, but there was a portrait of a lady who was breathtakingly beautiful on the wall.

The appearance of a woman with creamy white skin and greedy brown hair and affectionate eyes seemed to be exactly the same face if Isiel was about 12 years older.

The costume belonged to a lady of noble birth a generation ago, but she had a "melamide's sword" on her lap as if she were an ether sensitive person.

The gripped Reapier was Isiel's favorite sword, a familiar weapon for Clayo.

"My hair and eye color look like me, but my features took out my wife, Eidwen."

"You look like your mother even with your graceful movements."

"I lost my mother when I was young, but I was always surprised when I showed her the same way in the small parts. Do you know about Eidwen?"

"I heard you were a very beautiful, strong, and kind person."

"Thank you for your understanding."

"As if a swan had sprung from among the ducks, she said he was very different from the rest of the Melamide family. Who do you remember?”

Clayo suddenly noticed.

Rachel had always had in mind that Isiel was treated so badly by her mother's side.

That attitude made the background investigation clear. Questioning Kishion Jazak was like finishing up the investigation.

"…I know she didn't have a pleasant day at her mother's house. This is Sochi, my ignorance that I didn't know would send my child there."

"Why did the family do that to a straight, strong, talented child like Isiel? It's been a long time since the Melamid family covered people's mouths, so no one knows the details.”

The Kishion lost to Melamide, and among them, there was an incident 29 years ago.

The sword handed down to the Melamid family, the owner of the land, was originally obtained by the contribution of the food supply during the return of Absalom II to the dynasty.

However, it was only decorated with black phlegm throughout the generations. Only when the energy of the ether is sensed can the seal be released, because a child with ether sensitivity was not born to give.

In the year when King Edward died unsavoryly and Philippe was coronating, Melamide's patriarch lifted a sword, which was a gift for his most beautiful daughter, and included it in the coronation procession.

with the expression of intention to return the royal family to the royal family The retainer was to build up the face of Philippe, who lacked legitimacy, and to take a seat.

The gentry class, but the owner of the land, Melamid Gaju, was superior to many low-class nobles. The marriageable daughter with a huge dowry was his best asset.

However, Melamide's plan to sell her beautiful daughter to a prominent figure in the capital city at a high price while lining up for a new king was completely upset by a small accident.

Melamide's sword, which had not been out of thrift for a long time, was unruly at Eidwen's hand.

No one will be able to make it if they start a violent crime during the coronation.

Before the Knights came running, the Kishion, who stood behind the procession because he was a low-class aristocrat, stepped forward first to prevent the accident from growing.

'It's because the sword is happy. This won't happen if you write it properly,' replied Eidwen, who just became the owner of the sword.

Can you tell me how to use this sword properly?’

Schliemann Kishion nodded unknowingly.

A year later, the two married on the barren land of Kishion.

Eidwen became the bride of the Kishion without a dowry.