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    • by Cristae "Surely the young lord has his reasons. The young lord’s judgment, so much like the duke’s in both ability and character, must be better than ours. Let’s leave it at that." The topic had already shifted to the evening’s banquet, but Cleo couldn’t stop thinking about Melchior. "Something about this feels strangely off." Perhaps the dynamic between Taeserton and Melchior wasn’t established in the 8th draft of that "Jeongjin" had read, but in an earlier manuscript. "Since the previous…
    • by Cristae Against the Darkness (5) "If I have to explain, I'm trying to reduce the scale of that fire. Because the inevitable blaze will burn throughout Albion." 'Well, that's not wrong either. War is a disaster of fire, and paper burns easily.' This world was literally a kingdom built on paper. Cleio was in a position where he had to defend himself so that an unexpected turn of events would not burn up the fragile manuscript like a careless spark. Whether he understood his words or not, Mietz, who…
    • by Cristae Against the Darkness (6) The crown prince’s unique skill had reached its limit and was urgently demanding . The Onyx of Submersion seemed like a magic stone that could help in such a case. ‘If it was just about the magic stone, Taetherton would have delivered it right away on command, so why did Melchior come all the way to the Tristain estate himself in this chaos?’ Cleio had some clues at hand. The crown prince’s unusually unstable condition. A magic stone that stabilizes…
    • by Cristae Against the Darkness (7) With Taetherton’s strength, the duke could be killed with a single touch, and after that, Cleio could be lawfully punished. That is, if he failed to heal Melchior. ‘I’m only level 4. If a level 7 knight attacks for real, I can’t stop him.’ The duke’s bedroom was past several thick doors from the hallway. Even if Cleio shouted for help, it would only echo in the empty corridor, where not even a single guard was posted. ‘Right. The reason I was brought…
    • by Cristae Knight and Noble (1) While paired knights slashed at shadow spiders crawling up the castle walls, Mietz threw off his robe and stood in the middle of the training ground. The two serpents that had smashed the watchtower’s spire and crushed the turrets were returning for destruction. “Hup!” Rumble! When he drove a greatsword, too heavy for an ordinary person to even lift, into the center of the training ground, the whole fortress trembled. Oooooooo! At last, a storm of colorless,…
    • by Cristae Article and Attribution (2) Kleio did not know what triggered Melchior to experience the flood of madness. That was not mentioned in the previous manuscript either. The drop of blood forming at the sharp chin of the crown prince and falling to the floor sounded like a kind of early century. The of the beast was stopped as if burned by Melchior's skill. Neither Arthur nor Taetherton dared to intervene between the clash of that tremendous ether. The outlines of the two trembling and howling…
    • by Cristae Thanks to the magic activated with the magic stone ruby, the rate of ether consumption was slower, so he had not yet lost consciousness. 'Not yet, and today I absolutely can't let go of my senses.' Now both Grendels clung to Arthur. The one whose back had been split charged with its legs and neck cut, but was finally devoured by the magical fire. Beg's sword, enchanted by Kleio's magic, not only burned the beast's mercury but also seemed to draw it in. 'That's the effect of the…
    • by Cristae Once Taetherton received confirmation that magic would be used, he loosened his grip. Kleio took a deep breath, having held it in case the blade pierced his throat. Even a dulled blade stung when pressed to bare skin. Taetherton carefully placed the onyx from Phyton, obtained in the earlier fight, onto Melchior’s hand. ‘He sure treats his lord and others with a clear difference in temperature,’ Kleio thought, as he opened his circle. His body and mind sparked with glassy pain. A new…
    • by Cristae He stopped in front of the collapsed Arthur and Kleio. The two boys looked like castaways stranded in the cold. Arthur had tried to save his precious companion Kleio, and Kleio in turn wished for the world Arthur sustained to be safe. "Having someone you would save even at the cost of your own life makes a person both strong and weak." The crown prince bent slightly toward the boys, as if examining something strange. "You completed the double-cast perfectly, so I owe you an answer." Even as…
    • by Cristae Urgent Need for Compliance with the Labor Standards Act First of all, the Crown Prince. From Clio's perspective, it would have been easier to deal with him if he were, say, the possessor of the revised version of the book, or the author's evil twin. However, Behemoth called Melchior a human. If that's the case, he simply concluded that Melchior was just a human, merely under the muse’s blessing. Looking back at the circumstances when Taeseoton, awakened as a reincarnator, fainted, it seemed…
    • by Cristae The Last Pleasure of Winter Vacation “Oh! By the way, I heard from my little brother that you’re such a celebrity! I haven’t been to the capital in ages, so I just found out now, huh?” Click. Clio, who had just finished packing his suitcase, gave a suitable reply. “Little Trude must have exaggerated. Sir Trude, you know well how newspapers in the capital like to blow up even the smallest stories.” To be honest, Trude had never read even a single page of a newspaper in his life.…
    • by Cristae Introduction to History (1) “The excerpts will be serialized once a week in the weekend edition of . For four weeks! Since the book is on the thin side, I think this is enough.” As the project neared completion, Dione’s voice became lively. “It’s a respectable publication, and the length seems just right.” “We’re promoting it with posters, and in newspapers and magazines, too. Do you have any other ideas?” Clio added his opinion without hesitation. “Hmm, this is…
    • by Cristae Introduction to History (2) The priest looked back a couple of times, seemingly worried about Archbishop Istoria’s condition, but did not defy her order. Once the quietly moving old priest closed the door, an unnatural silence remained. It was the long-awaited private meeting with the Archbishop. His body stiffened with tension. ‘Even her voice… it’s exactly like Minsan’s. This feels awful.’ Only when he caught the Archbishop’s gaze did Clio approach her. Her expression and…
    • by Cristae Introduction to History (3) Regina immediately denied Jeongjin's conclusion. "□□, please. You know. You don't have the power of imagination. You're not someone who can just elevate yourself, create a world that's only kind to you, and settle into it comfortably." He admitted himself that he lacked imagination, but when she asserted it in that gentle voice, 'Jeongjin' felt as if his insides were tightly constricted, as if set on fire. "…Even if, by some chance, your existence isn't just my…
    • by Cristae Introduction to History (4) He had thought about it. The doubt of whether this world was simply "nothing more than a manuscript created through writing" had always lingered within 'Jeongjin'. But doubt could not turn into conviction. Too obvious a counter-evidence was engraved on his body, blocking such an assumption. Kleio held out the back of his hand to Regina. As he injected ether, a clear blue-azure rectangle and a thin line appeared on his skin. "I've already used this stigmata to turn…
    • by Cristae The format of the message announcing the details of the 'Unique Skill' was familiar, but the content was quite different. What happened afterward was even more so. Bracing himself for the distortion that never became easier no matter how many times he experienced it, Kleio hunched his body. But the collapse and reconstitution of the world did not occur. Instead, the surroundings flickered once, as if a page had turned. Dong—dong— The bell for two o'clock rang. 'Time hasn't been turned…
    • by Cristae The Place of Friendship (1) Kleio was dragged into endless sleep. It felt as if his mind had overloaded from taking in too much information he couldn’t understand all at once. As night and day alternated without order, 'Jeongjin' saw his mother in a dream. She warned him to dress warmly because it would rain, just as she had in the previous world. His mother was especially good at predicting the weather. There was no need for forecasts. The fishing village people liked her, but kept a…
    • by Cristae Place of Friendship (2) The summer semester that started in April required less preparation than the winter semester. Dione, who used to pack simply for him, made a deliberately disappointed face and joked. "What, the mischievous prince’s friendly visit woke up our sleeping young master. I’m a bit sad, you know." Unlike usual, Cleio could not return a smooth answer to her. Thanks to that, Dione, who gained momentum, teased him endlessly, asking if he was embarrassed, saying it was fun now…
    • by Cristae Place of Friendship (3) Feeling like he was the only one who didn’t understand what was going on, Cleio quietly asked Isiel, who was a seat away. "Gilad Eclipse?" "…Last year, he was the student who left that strange magical formula in a remote corner—the one I wrongly suspected was your doing, Cleio. I’m sorry for accusing you so abruptly back then." Isiel’s earlobes turned faintly red. He seemed to regret having pressured Cleio, thinking he was up to some scheme. Cleio also felt a…
    • by Cristae Amphitheater (1) "You’re acting like you’re totally in love. Huh? Even a single word feels too precious to say, right?" "I let it slide last time because I was distracted, but where did you learn such baseless, wild accusations? You’re quite the expert." "Baseless? This is the result of careful observation, you know? I’ve suspected for a while, but I think you’re into older women. You might have a shot with Lady Dione since you’re five years apart, but with Archbishop Historia the age…
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