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    • 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 (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 "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 (3) Lunchtime the next day. For the first time since arriving at the duke’s estate, Cleo set foot in the main castle’s office. Unlike the newly built wing, the main castle was medieval in style, with narrow windows and cold stone walls, so tapestries were hung everywhere. Surrounded by all kinds of documents, letters, and file folders, Lysa couldn’t tear herself away from work even while being treated by Cleo. Other knights and soldiers who needed treatment had…
    • by Cristae Against the Darkness (2) It couldn’t be. But it was. Even when he rubbed his eyes and stared, the message from "Promise" didn’t change. The string of characters floating above that filthy ragman’s head conveyed unbelievable information. "There are only four Swordmasters in all of Albion! And Arthur’s fencing teacher is one of them?" Cleo spun the scroll of "Memory" at a blistering speed, almost setting his forehead on fire. The Swordmasters mentioned at this point in the last…
    • by Cristae Against the Darkness (1) The snow stopped in the afternoon. Instead of running outside, the vice-captain and the knights gathered in the drawing room. Bakura, the old man, was standing by the window, and everyone was listening to his words. He wet his fingertip with saliva, stuck it out the window and waved it around for a while, then picked up a snowflake piled on the storm window, and finally nodded. "It won’t snow for at least a week now. Go clear the snow." "Thank you, sir." "Well,…
    • by Cristae Although it was only for a short time, the atmosphere of the Tristain Order of Knights was free, and the hierarchy also seemed quite relaxed. Being at Albion’s northernmost edge, far from the capital, most of the knights were locally trained. Those conditions fostered close bonds among the members, creating a unique spirit in the Tristain Order. ‘Of course, vague resentment from regular knights who don’t know the political situation well can be dispelled by spending time together, but a…
    • by Cristae The large bathhouse in the basement of the lodging building, located at the base of the castle, was connected to a hot spring. The children, freshly washed in the steaming water, gathered in the lounge connected to the dining room on the first floor of the lodging. The furniture in the lounge was all carved from rough, raw wood, but with the fireplace blazing, the atmosphere was cozy. Chel, dressed in a clean shirt and pants, sniffed alternately at both shoulders and asked, “Do I still…
    • by Cristae Tristain Order of Knights (4) 'Is it here!!!' Cleio, without thinking, activated first. As if it had been waiting, 'Promise' flashed. Without caring that the milk tea bottle rolled away, Cleio sprang to his feet. The children also drew their swords without hesitation and formed up in the formation they had carefully discussed every night. Chel and the twins spread out from Isiel and Arthur, then covered Cleio. Cleio quickly pulled out a piece of mana crystal bronze from his subspace…
    • by Cristae Tristain Order of Knights (3) Just because one was caught didn't mean they couldn't make excuses, of course. "Uh, well… it's a bit hard to say. Right before I came here, my brother stopped by the capital, you know? At that time, I happened to see some documents from the investigation department of his company that he brought. If this gets out, my brother will probably hate it, so please just pretend you don't know anything." They were the kind of Aser family members who didn't usually keep in…
    • by Cristae The Tristain Knight Order (2) The Tristain duke’s manor was a fortress built atop a mountain cliff. The base and walls of the castle were carved directly out of solid rock. Turrets stood at each corner of the walls, and above them rose spires and watchtowers. Among them, the main keep’s tower, towering as if looking down from above, was particularly imposing. ‘Truly, a natural fortress. They say it held off a horde of monsters a thousand years ago… It’s no wonder such legends exist. To…
    • by Cristae Tristain Knight Order (1) Clayeo just blinked. He was so shocked it felt like the alcohol he’d drunk was churning all the way up his esophagus. "But the moment he broke the , a small void appeared within him. Do you believe in something like innate nature, Asser student? I don’t. I’ve seen that a person, as the sum of memory and experience, collapses when they lose their memories." "So you’re saying that purely because he lost his memories, Pierce Klagen became a petty man who changes his…
    • by Cristae The Northern Side of the Mountain Range (4) Arthur couldn’t wake up again even as Mietz grabbed him by the collar and shook him, and just collapsed completely. Maybe it was because he’d reunited with someone he could trust and lean on, and that made it easier for him to relax. With a deep sigh, Mietz picked up Chel on one hip and Arthur on the other, and hauled them up to the second-floor rooms. He put Chel in Isiel’s room, Arthur in the room he would share with Clayeo, and then returned to…
    • by Cristae The Northern Side of the Mountain Range (3) "Where in this neighborhood could you possibly make any money? Hardly anyone lives here, and even if you tried to collect something, the duke’s private land must all be mountains, right?" "You only know one thing and not the other. There aren't many people, but rare creatures are scattered all over these mountain ranges. Even so, for outsiders to sneak in and dig them up, the wild animals are fierce and the terrain is rugged." "Well, even the road…
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