284 City of eternal winter (2)

The ancient number on the door was reduced to three.

Two other knights followed the prince without a break, and the other two knights, who were protecting their colleagues' backs in pairs, were also about to pass on to the second world.

Pooooooooh!

Cells with maximum [hardening] speed jumped at them.

Rachel stuck a giant man on the floor, about twice the circumference of her body. It was the dirt floor where Clayo had just fallen.

He strangled the knight's neck to enter the counterattack and blocked his movement with his knees.

The twins did not lose, but turned to save their colleagues and overpowered one knight. Lippi pressed his chaff with the end of the screen, and Leticia struck the back of his neck and knocked him unconscious.

exclaimed Rachel.

"Ray! Go! You need a wizard in there!"

The twins also nodded resolutely.

The children decided to risk their dishonor, and Clay held on to the last opportunity his colleagues had provided.

You may say thank you later.

The ends of the Kruehl knights, who fainted without being able to moan, could not even touch the end of the Cape Court, which disappeared, flapping into the door of Manemoshine.

The conclusion, which seems like an instant or a thousand years old, is sandwiched between consciousness and unconsciousness.

The body rose and fell, fell and climbed.

Before I knew it, again.

A familiar highland rose before my eyes.

[Remembered World: City of Eternal Winter]

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:

29:59:45 / 30:00:00]

"Huh! Hahaha. Kuck."

Clayo was swept away by the cold waves and was forced into shallow waters before he could get out of the land.

As I pulled it out of the water to the tip of my toes, the wet cap tightened heavily.

The exhausted wizard gasped and lay down on the cracked concrete floor.

Salt water trickled down the nose and ears. Due to the lack of ether, I could not hang a wash or a dry one.

I caught my breath. I didn't have the strength to get up.

'Ether, let's start with Ether.'

Even though they were spread out in unfamiliar and dangerous places, they were not anxious or afraid.

Is it because all winter has dangled out there?

Unlike the frozen outside, the remembered space was still early autumn.

On the other side of the border facing the air of emptiness, the climate inside the wide open bay was relatively warm.

It was strangely peaceful and very quiet here.

The wind of late autumn was gentle, as if it were a wet body. A little chilly, but wet, the summer garden cape still functioned, not unbearable.

By the bedside, the grasses that grew up under the sea breeze lay down in the wind.

He lay at the end of a harbor lined with shippers.

The modern seaside landscape is becoming similar everywhere.

He knew where this place was.

It was because Clayo now understood how the 'remembered world' was constructed.

'Queen's Garden' is the Q Garden.

The circular theater is the Dionysus theater near Athens.

The Night of the Light was London during the air raid.

Every remembered world hung its past as an incomplete bibliography.

Then it was clear where this place was.

There were plenty of clues.

Hundreds of bridges and blood vessels, a city of white nights where the sun never sets at dawn.

The old capital containing a yellow palace and a colorful round dome, which used to be the residence of the Great Depression.

Venetia in the North.

But at one time, the place where the Musai goddesses had the same name as the 20th century figure that would make the poet's name stand out.

This is Leningrad.

No, it's a sealed Leningrad, to be exact.

This space is being reproduced in the middle of World War II.

Instead of German barricades, the boundaries of the remembered world were distinguishing between cities and nihil.

Only in a fantasy.

However, fantasy and reality were not much different in nature in that they were isolated without hope.

Boom boom.

Cuckoo boom.

The peace of the moment was scattered. In the distance, a 'nobleman in the sky' invaded the city, scattering cruel fire.

Clayo still did not stop the ether cycle.

They are far away, and Clayo's purpose is not to kill the beast. During the warm day, I had to collect some more ethers.

'The City of Eternal Winter' was a dungeon as its name was. The midday here could turn into a night of darkness at any time.

Shadows of flying airplanes and roaring stone statues were not a big problem.

The scariest thing to appear in the city was the "harshness," a thick cold curtain that nearly engulfed Lundane.

The black thing lurking deep underwater right now.

Tok

A lukewarm drop of water fell on Clayo's cheek, which was organizing his thoughts half closed his eyes.

The sky is still clear, but there is a soft shade.

"Clayo."

With a sword in one hand, Isiel leaned down and looked at Clay.

Water formed again at the end of his wet, deep red hair like a seam on a petal, then fell down, wetting the pale forehead of the earth, clay, and clay.

A green look that seemed to condense midsummer swept Clayo. There was a strange impression even though he knew that it was just an eye for an injury.

I thought it was a really inappropriate lyric, with the whole situation, character, and background at odds.

Isiel stole Clayo's wet face with the back of his hand.

"How, you just found me."

"It's a place with no sign of popularity, so I could hear you splash far. Are you hurt?"

"No."

"But can't you get up?"

"Now you have to get up."

When he saw Clayo, who was lying down and only his lips were wreathing, Isiel sighed quietly.

"That's enough. Get some more rest. It's right after we started climate change. I think we need more ether circulation.”

"I have to join Arthur....”

"I think you'd rather take a break for a while than go to the middle of this remembered world with your ether exhausted."

He seemed to be in a state where he really couldn't stand. If Isiel, the Arthur lover and Arthur guardian, refuses to go find Arthur right away.

In accepting the favor, Clay was lying down and concentrating on the ether cycle.

After shaking off his wet hair, Isiel found a hemisphere of hugs in a tarpaulin backpack.

The filament in the hemisphere did not glow and the crystal was still transparent.

"Doesn't Arthur get a signal?"

"Yes."

Arthur seemed to have fallen beyond the signal range of the cuddly hemispheres.

Clayo wasn't too worried.

This remembered world was also an axis connected to the real world. If there was a threat to Arthur, 'Promise' would have sent him a notice.

"I don't have to say this, but Arthur will be fine, so don't worry too much. He's strong among the six-level tests. If it doesn't work, there's a scar."

"I'm not worried. I believe in Arthur."

"Yes."

So Clay and Isiel sat a little longer.

The open sea was deep and dark. It wasn't as beautiful as a southern resort.

It was just a time to wait for the wind from the late fall to dry clothes and hair.

The two were comfortable without words.

Kugugugugu District

Kku-kku-kung.

Another bombardment was a kite.

This time the fire spread a little closer.

Isiel grasped the grip of the sword, and Clay turned his feeble head and searched for the source of the sound.

A large mass of ether hit the coastal warehouse of the reclaimed land linking the river to the bay.

The shape of a clumsy wing with a wicker edge. The attack on the warehouse was a mass of blue ether that fell from the shadows.

A large mass of ether hit the coastal warehouse of the reclaimed land linking the river to the bay.

The siren went off at some point.

The sweet and bitter aroma of burning sugar unfolded.

After confirming the gathering of ethers to form a magic spell, Clay stood up and led Isiel.

It was time to move.

"Hey, inside the city. Let's go where the fire broke out."

There was an aristocrat in the sky here, too.

Of course, the fourth generation of aristocrats in the sky was no threat to Clayo.

The black shadow, which was dropping an ether bomb over a wooden warehouse, was pierced by Clayo's spear and all disappeared.

For Clayo, who is now at level six, a five-level match was not a difficult one. However, the problem is that I lack physical strength and ether.

Even though the water was gone, the fire left by the water did not die down at once, so it was extinguished only after burning almost all the wooden warehouses where the food had been piled up.

The dark gray clouds caused by the fire covered the sky. The smell of burning sugar came from this warehouse to the beach.

Isiel moved swiftly and collected the remaining mana stone silver where the mana fell.

The mana stone that Professor Maria collected last time was really of good quality, and Eisiel seemed to remember Clayo's repeated admiration.

Certainly, the Mana Stone that the noble of heaven spits out was very pure, so it was very powerful for magic.

Isiel, who was handing the lumped silver to Clayo in a handkerchief so that he could put it in, wondered what his colleague was doing.

Clayo neglected his mana stone and put a lot of leftover food in his backpack at the edge of the warehouse.

Butter, which had been melted by the fire and flowed down the edges, was wrapped in paper, and sugar, processed meat, and dried bread were added to fill the empty space of the backpack.

"I've put in enough emergency food. Why would I bring it?"

Clayo shook his head lightly. There were many things that were not told to the children because the dungeon suddenly opened.

"Essiel, open your bag."

After putting the mana stone in Clayo's backpack pocket, Isiel opened the backpack behind his back to check the contents.

Inside the bag packed to be used to move to the remembered world, dried sausages, biscuits, sugar and tea leaves, which had always been in it, were all turned into a muddy mass mixed with ash and snow.

If the inner pockets were not made of tarpaulin, all of their belongings would have been wet. It was fortunate that the contents of the water bottle were fine.

"What a toilet."

"Maybe, this is what happened when you moved to the remembered world. In this remembered world... It's a feature. All the food is gone from here."

In a sense, he thought it was a horribly malicious design, but Clay didn't really put it in his mouth.

"It's a relief that your stay is limited."

"Yeah, two days of starving won't kill you. But if we starve and fight, we can't fight well, so let's take some food."

If the weather is cold and exercise is heavy, calorie consumption is faster. Prosecutors were more likely to feel hungry as often as they had good physical abilities.

"It would have been hard if it hadn't been for the predictions.”

"What..."

Clay was always awkward when he heard praise.

Likewise, this time, it took longer than usual to open the backpack with trembling eyes and restless fingers.

"Now, give me your backpack, too, Isiel. Let's finish up and go meet Arthur."

The two men moved eastward.

The roads of modern-day cities were straight and straight, so there was little fear of confusion.

There was no problem even if it was a more complicated road. In Clayo's head, a map of the city and the art museum, which were colored with two-stage earth and inserted as a separate paper, remained.

It was a distant past life, but "memory" worked with certainty.

Just two months before he came to this world, he edited Professor Min Ki-chul's Hermitage Tour, which made it possible to bring it up.

'Ermitta's tour... Take a four-degree picture of the text and two separate maps. The designer insisted on writing the cover sheet, so the production cost was very high, and that's helpful.’