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Opera Theater Murder Case (3) “Anyway, adolescence is a good thing. You’re taller now and clothes look better on you than before. I know you live thinking of nothing but money, but I also like how your eyes make you look sentimental. You’re looking more and more like Baron Asser, so it’s worth polishing you up.” “I know that you have a somewhat improper interest in my father, Lady, but do you really need to say that to his son?” “Improper? Improper? I simply love handsome men with…
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But neither of the two looked like a crazed murderer. ‘Of course, it’s not like a murderer walks around with “I’m the culprit” written on their forehead… The cranky old man in the front row is a high-level mage, and the other is a young knight standing in the stool seats. He’s here with his lover. Still, I’ll make a note of them.’ Cleio leaned his head toward Ishiel. The theater was noisy before the performance started, but he lowered his voice just in case. “Did you see anyone…
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A strange chill ran down his spine. Even with the summer garden cape on, his hands and feet turned cold. But Dione was applauding the singer's passionate performance. Ishiel, only pretending to clap, diligently scanned the audience. The theater was in a frenzy of excitement. Afraid he’d attract unwanted attention by standing out, Cleio awkwardly mimicked applause as he thought. ‘The assassins who attacked Arthur from the east last summer had red eyes, too. Even then, the level reading…
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The Steadfast Gardener (1) Kleio just smiled. After giving Behemoth, who was grooming his fur with a shameless face, a tight hug, he checked how much wine was left in the suitcase he had brought from home. There happened to be something good. “Luhra Noble Rot wine goes well with foie gras drizzled with a sauce made from the same wine and honey, doesn’t it, Mr. Mot?” “You naively assume that an enlightened being like this cat would always fall for the same trick!” “What if I…
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The Steadfast Gardener (2) Melchior’s hands were covered with gardening gloves stained with soil. ‘Wow, what is this sense of incongruity…’ Melchior, after returning the pruning shears to the tool box, gestured toward a humble wooden bench by the pond. “Sit. This is just the right time.” When he sat down, Kleio could see the roses, with most of their leaves fallen. Up close, the leaves were insect-eaten, the vines yellow and withered, and the flowers were limp. On the outdoor…
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The Stage of Enactment (1) Cleio, standing in the middle of the stacks, refrained from moving rashly. Instead, she activated "Perception" and slowly moved only her head. On the right bookshelf, even at a glance, there were old and worn books, and boxes used to store ancient texts, stacked layer upon layer. 'Could there really be a loose sheet of palimpsest stuck somewhere in there?' But that was not something she could search for right now. Cleio turned her attention to the bookshelf on the…
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The Stage of Enactment (2) “There’s an intruder! They’re targeting the stage!” Fran, appearing from the opposite side of Nebo, shouted urgently. As if responding to his voice, Gehaim Zinger, who had been bowing his head in the middle of the stage, looked up. For a moment, it felt as if time had stopped. It was a horribly inappropriate moment of “Fascination.” Not only Cleio, who couldn’t activate “Separation,” but even the strong-willed Arthur and Fran stopped moving as…
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Amid the dizziness, Cleio, clinging to “Perception,” sensed the footsteps of dozens running down the corridor. The clatter of guns and swords, heavy footsteps. They weren’t knights. “The police are about to break in!” “Damn! Just when we were getting somewhere!” The red-eyed assassins, the crimson aether, their suspicious connection with Prince Aslan—none of this would be resolved if left to the police. Fran’s face twisted as he looked back and forth between the entrance to…
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What Will You Do Gehaim’s body, once his breath completely ceased, crumbled away without even leaving bones, like a beast’s corpse, and scattered as red dust. Only the bloodstains left on Cleio’s knees and hands seemed to prove Gehaim had ever existed. The three boys were silent for a moment. Behind his glasses, Fran’s gray eyes burned fiercely. “What more do you know about this? You’d better explain it properly.” Cleio, whose aether was worn down to the limit and who looked…
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Wizards (1) “That’s enough, Leogunan. Get up.” Fran’s tone had softened considerably. While the two achieved a grand compromise of emotion, Cleio quickly worked his mind. ‘Dione’s words were true.’ Dione, who got along with all the weavers, was also well-informed about the news of working commoners. She had said that since the failed assassination of Melchior, the ‘Flag of the People’ had almost collapsed, but instead, as Robert originally intended, it was transforming…
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Wizards (2) He sensed someone running out of the lecture hall a step too late. The appearance of those who attacked the school in the middle of the capital in broad daylight was… “Huff, huff, Ezra, you bastard! I told you not to add the formula!” “It’s true~ Got some real experimental results~ It’s a success~ Don’t be mad, Dalia~.” “Aaaaagh! When Professor Zebedi comes back, he’ll try to kill us! He told us to reinforce the outer barrier, not break it!” “Hey, what…
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Final Exams (1) The next day. Before finals, there was Professor Maria Gentile’s Magic Basics II class. It was a lecture that summarized the entire semester’s material. Unlike Zebedi, who pushed students off a cliff and made them climb back up, Professor Maria explained key points in a way that was easy to understand, step by step. Zebedi was a classic genius type. His lectures were hard to follow. Because he skipped over small steps in learning and jumped straight to the results as a…
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Final Exams (2) In the prime seats in front of the lecture hall next to the stands sat Zebedi, Professor Maria, and an external official—Capital Defense Force Magic Corps Commander Thaddeus Yetzkel—as the magic division examiners. An assistant stood beside them, holding a trumpet-shaped magical device enchanted with magic to conduct the exam. The device functioned like a loudspeaker. “Student Cleio Asher, please briefly explain the magic you will demonstrate.” “It’s a single…
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Final Exam (3) Dione and Cleio were only able to meet after lunch. Having attended the banquet for distinguished guests, it seemed she had finished her own socializing. The whining Behemoth left a compliment to Cleio, saying, ‘That was quite a show, as far as shows go,’ and went off for the afternoon’s territory inspection. The two settled in the practice room at the very end of the third floor of the lecture building, where the radiator was broken. It was a practice room that few…
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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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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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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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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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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 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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