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Cleio Aser, who registered at age 17 (3) That was as far as Arthur went. Rosa effortlessly parried Arthur’s heavy attack. The missed strike hit the ground, carving a groove out of the solidified earth. Arthur, unable to control his own strength, also slipped and rolled on the dirt. Without a sound, Rosa’s sword touched Arthur’s nape. “Waaa!!!” “Waaa!!” “Ooooh!” The children and instructor, who had been watching the spar from a distance, cheered wildly. Rosa, who…
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“Not getting up, Francis?” “Well, is it something to be proud of? Do I really have to stand and introduce myself?” His voice alone was grating. It was like his every word was laced with sarcasm. Cleio, sitting at the very back by the window, stretched his neck to find the owner of the voice. A gray-haired boy lounged back against his chair, not bothering to sit up straight. The boy’s appearance was a sight. His jacket was missing somewhere, several buttons of his waistcoat were…
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Cleio Asser, who registered property at seventeen (1) “No, even without using magic you’re not going to run away….” “Ah, you’re messing up my magic formula, so stay still, will you. ” formula lit up the room, enveloping Cleio and Dione. Behemoth absently watched the magic circle, scratching his belly with his back leg. “Eooooong, nyaek (They’re making a scene as if they’re debating national affairs or something).” Within the magic barrier, Dione shouted with a big,…
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They didn’t even look alike down to their toes. ‘Damn, why does the story jump around like that!’ Suppressing his dizziness, Cleio barely managed to sit up. After bowing his head in gratitude to Isiel who had tended to him, he turned on 「Perception」 again. He examined Arthur closely with a completely new feeling. He thought he only needed to watch out for the 1st and 2nd princes, but even the protagonist, who was supposed to be righteous, had a dog-like twist. “Say that again,…
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For an Imperfect Peace (5) Behemoth’s snoring was thunderous. “Grrr— drrrk—.” Having devoured all fourteen courses of the chef’s special at Esprit Restaurant, currently the capital’s most popular spot, made with Meridies ingredients, Behemoth sprawled out on Cleio’s bed. Starting with Leognes Blanc de Blanc, continuing through Grand Vintage Tolithum Glycine, Budigala wines, and finishing with brandy, Behemoth gladly completed the marathon of drink pairings. ‘That belly……
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For an Imperfect Peace (4) Arthur also became flustered and clumsily covered Cleio’s eyes. Since he couldn’t touch the paper with the writing of ‘Prediction’, he tried instead to prevent Cleio from reading it. “Move your hand, Arthur Leogran.” “Hey, stop looking. How is this fair? This is cheating, it’s dirty!” Even with Arthur’s all-out interference, Cleio skillfully held out and managed to read every necessary passage. The ordeal that Arthur had to endure during…
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For an Impermanent Peace (3) “If it is the logic of this world to give and then snatch away, then the logic of this world is wrong for me. You, being the will of God in human form, could never agree with me on that, of course.” Melchior’s tone remained elegant, but beneath it simmered anger. Cleio steadied himself, resisting the urge to leap out the window and flee, and replied, “Though the workings of God I cannot predict have granted me a portion of the truth about this world, such…
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For an Impermanent Peace (2) “The scales have not tipped to one side yet. On one side is the ‘purpose and hope’ his companions have placed in him, and on the other is the life of the ‘prophetic magician.’ Arthur has a kind and upright nature, the sort to know that choosing either side would be a betrayal.” Melchior silently approached Cleio, who was still gripping the window frame. Cleio turned his head. The crown prince’s profile and the cityscape entered his field of vision…
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But there was no omen. Only the same silence remained. Melchior let out a faint sigh, as if disappointed. “…I gave him a great chance to show his loyalty to you, but hmm, it seems he has not yet resolved to prove his sincerity with a .” Sensing the faint trace of contempt that surfaced on Cleio’s face, Melchior smiled calmly. “You’re blaming the wrong person, Sir Cleio. Arthur’s suffering originates from God. You are surely a messenger of God manifested solely for my brother’s…
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For an Impermanent Peace (1) Far off, the boundary of the city crumbled into black and white, and the sun lost its midday clarity. It was a familiar rupture. Cleio knew the cause of this calamity. It was the threat to Arthur’s life. Her heart pounded as if it would shatter her ribs, and her mouth went dry and parched. The distance between the palace’s north gate and the parliament was only a few kilometers. That made it all the more maddening. What on earth was Arthur experiencing in…
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Albion’s Pastoral (11) “…Do you remember me from a previous life? It’s a past I myself do not know.” “If knowing something only after the fact still counts as knowing. If Sir Kishion had not rendered some small help to your previous life, then Gideon Asher at that time would hardly have thought to fund the beleaguered Kishion command.” The “memory” of the ‘Promise’ quickly rewound. When the Kishion territory battle broke out in the eighth world, the anonymous donor who…
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Kleio knew the source of that smell as if it were etched into his bones. It was the smell of the underground prison at the North Gate, where he had been confined until three days ago. ‘Was he interrogating Arthur? There’s nothing special to find out from him—what on earth was he trying to force?’ His head throbbed for a moment, but he straightened his back and held his head high, not wanting to show it. The world had not yet been shaken. If things went according to plan, Arthur would…
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Kleio explained to Chel as follows. Information about Hydra’s poison would surely pique the crown prince’s interest, so if he called the royal legal adviser’s direct number and leaked the story, a meeting would definitely be arranged. But there was no telephone at the tea room. "If I call and arrange to see him at the planned time, Behemoth will come and draw an O on the floor with his right paw. If it doesn’t work out today, I’ll tell him to draw an X." "That cat really understands…
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The Idyll of Albion (8) "But Kleio, anonymous tips are often ignored, and named tips will be traced later by the crown prince, so we need a suitable tip-off route." "Right." "Now, it’s your turn to applaud me. I know people at both companies who can place a tip-off document right on the editor-in-chief’s desk where it can’t be missed." "Who?" "Some colleagues from the Violet Club work there." The Violet Club was a suffrage movement group Chel was active in. Since he hadn’t…
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The Idyll of Albion (7) Kleio once again unfolded Fran’s letter. He did so in order to use every single word as material and cast it into his own bullets. "… By the time I arrived, the battle was already underway. Without approaching the outpost, I assessed the situation from a distance using ‘Spectacles of Appraisal’, ‘Clarity Telescope’, and ‘Echo Amplification’. Soon, the battle came to a close, and two knights who were severely wounded were carried out by their comrades.…
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The next morning at dawn. Cleio, who had woken early, entered the bathroom and lit a small gas lamp. Then, using office scissors, he cut his own hair. While in neighboring Brunnenn, it was still customary for men among the lords to grow their hair long, in Albion it was standard to comb the front hair back and keep the back neatly trimmed. Unless one was a classicist or of noble lineage, it was rare to grow hair below the shoulders, but Cleio, who hadn’t known the circumstances at first, had…
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Unconcealed passion radiated from within Katarina. Celestes, who had been leaning at an angle against the window frame with her arms folded, showed no reaction to her mother’s reproach. “Do you think your grandmother and I went through all that suffering just so you could waste it on some reckless game of playing soldier? It took three generations to build this fortune, but it only takes one to waste it all!” It had been revealed by the Internal Security Bureau’s investigation that Chel…
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The peaceful days that have passed—were they so tranquil only to make the ruin of this day more dramatic? No. Those days themselves were what gave the strength to get through the present. Arthur and the children were not weak. Surely, there would be a way to overcome this crisis. Cleio steeled his heart and organized the new information in his mind. 'If Tayserton had stormed in from the beginning under the name of the royal regent, Count Kishion would not have ordered a counterattack. They…
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The Idyll of Albion (3) "To the esteemed Investigative Department of Aser Company" "My name is Cyrus Merchant, and I have operated the directly managed retail store of Aser Company in the city of Parisa for 15 years. Parisa is located in the central region of the Pintos Mountains, at a high altitude and in an area with inconvenient transportation. It is the capital of the Kishion estate and is also the site of the Northeastern Defense Army’s camp. The soil and climate of the estate are…
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The Pastoral of Albion (2) “You won’t be staying long. You’re a special guest. If you weren’t a mage, you’d have been assigned a visitor’s room with silk sheets. Personally, I’d like to treat you more intimately, but unfortunately, this time you won’t get to see the true face of the underground beneath the North Gate.” What filled the pauses in Vesna’s slow speech was an excess of passion, a repressed sadism. Cleio hid his trembling back, taking the last drag of his cigarette.…
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