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Side Story 3. “Aining, please.” Killian muttered, bowing his head. His reaction made me giggle, and I kissed his forehead. “Are you no longer upset?” My voice carried a teasing note, and Killian sighed as if embarrassed, but nodded. “It’s hard to keep pretending I’m sulking, thanks to Aining.” “I’m just true to my feelings~!” Aining shouted as she bounced on my bed. Killian smiled faintly at her words, then wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed…
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Side Story 2. In any case, Duke Fredo never had a fervent desire to outpace others. But he was a man who simply could not abide falling behind. Mostyn, his son, was well aware of this temperament—just as I was. “If an article comes out about the South surging ahead while the West dithers, my father will leap right out of his chair.” Mostyn grinned mischievously, resting an arm lightly on Sion’s shoulder. “While we’re at it, I’ll give your southern rebuilding efforts a…
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“Nesia~!” “Hera~!” That evening, Nesia returned. Arriving in the capital with Theodor, Nesia rushed into Hera’s welcoming embrace. After a brief exchange of greetings, Hera inclined her head to Theodor. “It’s been a while, Lord Theodor.” “You’ve grown up, Your Highness.” “You haven’t changed at all, Lord Theodor.” Theodor only smiled wryly at her sincere words. The three proceeded together toward the ballroom. The ball had already begun an hour…
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Side Story 1. A clear blue sky. Beneath the stark, Gothic towers so characteristic of the North, a throng of people gathered in swarming crowds. It was because today was an exceptionally special day. “And now, for the final act of the succession ceremony.” Baron Ricken, head of the North's oldest family and eternally loyal to the House of Alton, took the floor. “Duke Theodore Alton will now present the banner to the new lord of the North.” Obeying the baron's lead, Theodore…
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186. “Meldor, you are the direct heir of Aeltern. Always feel that sense of responsibility, and never forget the weight of your position.” “Yes, Father! I will remember!” “Neshia, never forget that the name Aeltern stands behind yours. Even if you study abroad, hold your head high and never be intimidated.” “Yes, Duke!” ‘He does love his lingering goodbyes.’ Despite my sarcastic thought, I kept a gentle smile on my face. After offering encouragement and words of…
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185. Theodore was certain this moment was a dream. "Theo." The person he thought he'd never see again stood before him. "Dohemia…" The woman with long silver hair and blue eyes gazed at him with infinite sadness. Theodore took a step toward her, but stopped at once. She was looking at him with such grief, and the faces of three others flashed through his mind. "…Bellady almost suffered a grave injury." The words slipped from him unbidden. "She's a cautious, meticulous…
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184. —Hoo, hoo! Aining really worked hard for Bellady! Bellady, are you happy? Did Aining do well?! —Of course, it’s perfect, Aining. —Kyaa! Bellady’s praise! I’m so happy! Picturing the sweet smile of the little desert fox, I let my lips curl upward. ‘Honestly, I never expected to use Aining’s bead in this spot!’ And yet, everything fit together as if preordained—as though fate itself intended for me to punish that Prince and Caspar, so careless with the lives of…
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183. Never had I expected to set a regression in motion yet again. This life had been perfect for both Pherdel and Caspar—until everything began to fall apart so suddenly, and Caspar realized he needed to prepare for the worst. How he had scrambled to gather enough offerings for the ritual! 'My wealth is hardly liquid; there were treasures I couldn’t buy even when I found them, but timing was on my side.’ He still resented Sion for ultimately siding with Bellady, but at least he could…
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182. ‘It’s finally come.’ Honestly, I didn’t expect it to come this soon. Killian quickly masked his agitation and managed a smile for Theodore. “Shall we go to my reception room, then?” “We don't have the leisure for a relaxed cup of tea, Your Highness.” Theodore’s gaze was piercing as he spoke. “Follow me.” He leveled a stare at Killian, his face so like Bellady’s that Killian’s knees almost gave way. Struggling to steady himself, Killian trailed after…
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181. The carriage came to a stop in front of the prison. The sudden arrival of a carriage from House Aeltern left the palace guards and a few soldiers at the gate visibly flustered. As I disembarked at my leisure, one of the knights hurried over to me. "What brings you here?" "I've come to see the Crown Princess." "I'm sorry, but without His Majesty's permission, you cannot meet with the prisoner." The knight blocked my way with a resolute voice. It seemed they were especially on edge,…
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Toward the Reprint! (1) After staring at the map for quite some time, Kleio realized that sleet had turned the sky white. ‘…Not today.’ With this weather, neither trains nor carriages would be able to travel between Fesselrn and Lundane. Behemoth, who had been licking hot chocolate with cognac, was already dozing off. ‘It’s a very snowy winter. I can’t tell if this is normal or if it’s just this year.’ It was the first Albion winter for “Kim Jeongjin.” Though the…
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1891 (2) When Kleio returned to the Asser mansion, completely exhausted, it was already late into the dawn, the sky beginning to brighten. ‘Wow, seriously. There were a lot of old folks there, but everyone’s stamina is insane. They’re not even college freshmen who just turned twenty, but if this was Seoul, they’d have drunk and danced until the first subway. Is that upper-class swag? I must have peasants for ancestors. I couldn’t do that even if I was told to.’ Kleio, shedding his…
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1891 (1) ‘Right, even if I become the one who shakes the protagonist’s mentality, getting entangled in the narrative is still getting entangled. Damn it.’ Arthur used to say, referring to Melchior, ‘That person has about a hundred ways to achieve his will even without using his skill,’ and it was true. Soon, the murderous intent lingering in Arthur’s eyes vanished as if washed away. Arthur himself knew better than Kleio that this was a cheap trick. He’d seen it all his…
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In any case, thanks to attending the banquet, I had learned the improved functions of Promise that came with increased narrative intervention. I learned that the terrifying crown prince was not omnipotent. I got a general sense of the opinions of the capital’s upper class. Meanwhile, Behemoth and the two pairs of twins were focusing on demolishing the course meal. Apparently satisfied with the food, Behemoth—who would get noisy if fed anything he disliked—didn’t let out a single…
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‘The function of the bound item was always amazing, but now that the narrative intervention is rising, it’s even more wondrous.’ Cleio felt both pleased and strangely resentful. Like most Koreans, he had suffered because of English all his life as “Kim Jeongjin.” ‘In college, I thought my eyes would fall out reading papers, and at work, reviewing original texts… How can this be.’ Engulfed in a sense of futility, Cleio stroked his left index finger, which rested on the table,…
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The Battlefield on the Tablecloth (2) On the wall at the far end of the hall, opposite the entrance, a heavy canopy was draped. Beneath it were the thrones of the king and queen. Below and to the right of the throne was the crown prince’s seat, and one step lower than that were the seats of the two princes. Each step was only a few handspans high. But the amount of blood that would flow while the princes of the Kingdom of Albion struggled to climb those steps, one by one, would be…
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The Battlefield on the Tablecloth (1) The first week of December, when the holidays began at the Capital Defense Corps School. A three-quarter time dance tune with a flat timbre was flowing through the drawing room of the Asser mansion. The sound quality of the gramophone was still not very good, and the playing time was very short. Of course, for Cleio's pathetic dancing skills, that level of music was enough. "Lift your heels, your heels! No! What are you doing relying on me instead of…
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Farewell Just as Cleio was about to activate , KWAANG! With a tremendous roar, scarlet ether swirled around the boy. Amid the cold blizzard, Rosa’s white hair whipped fiercely. One Rosa shielded Arthur, while the other Rosa struck down Pierce’s three duplicates. She sliced through the backs of their knees, drove her blade between their ribs, and stabbed their throats. All three Pierces scattered and vanished in gray ether in an instant. It was such speed that it was hard to…
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Cleio, using to watch the arena and the judges’ table, let out a suppressed moan. ‘To pit Pierce against Arthur—this is bad. Isn’t this going to expose everything?’ Of course, Arthur had stopped hiding his strength to some extent, and with not only his enemies but also potential supporters among the spectators, it was good to show some of his abilities. However, with Aslan’s intentions unknown, letting Arthur face Pierce was extremely risky. ‘Surely they’re not planning to harm…
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Final Exam (4) One hundred and forty years ago, Albion’s King Absalom I was deposed by his maternal cousin Thomas Saphir, who was backed by the noble faction, and suffered the humiliation of exile across the Pintos Mountains. Thomas Saphir, having ascended to the throne with the support of the nobles under Regent Saville, approved the founding of the House of Lords as a condition. This was the beginning of Albion’s king sharing power with the House of Lords. Thomas’s nickname, “the…
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