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North of the Mountain Range (2) “Let’s stop and eat now. The food will get cold.” “Oh no, it’d be a waste if it gets cold.” “We’d better eat quickly.” Isiel, who calmed down the twins, took the last empty seat. She seemed to be checking if Kleio, who arrived late, was injured or unwell. Arthur, who had been devouring his share of lamb meatballs, finally stopped laughing. “Anyway, don’t worry too much about being late, Ray. With all this snow, no carriage could get to…
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281.2 K • Ongoing
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North of the Mountain Range (1) Kleio just smiled. As long as there was no proven way to discern souls, until then, he was Gideon Asser’s second son. “It’s surprising to have my very existence as your younger brother denied just because of some memory issues. As you say, I am Father’s child and your brother.” “Younger brother, you say. Do you even consider me family by blood? You don’t remember anything about me. Yet you brazenly swept through the Capital Merchants’ Guild’s…
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281.2 K • Ongoing
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Kleio, Asser “My little brother, have you been well?” With a broad smile, Vlad spread his arms and pulled Kleio into a quick hug, then let him go carelessly. Kleio, staggering from the rough touch, barely managed to regain his balance by grabbing the centerpiece. Last time, since it was essentially their first meeting, it was hard to read his intentions, but seeing him a second time, it became clear. ‘He’s asserting dominance right from the start. As if we’ve met enough for…
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Towards the reprint! (4) “No, there’s no case of doing business like this. There’s a payment deadline, so according to that, the promissory note….” “I am doing this because I can fully handle it. The remaining amount can also be paid in installments during the process through negotiation, so I hope you’ll keep that in mind.” “Why are you going this far for me?” “I’m Fran’s friend, and Mr. Bartleby, you’re Fran’s friend as well, aren’t you? I don’t want that…
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Towards a reprint! (3) On Arc Street, downstream on the east bank of the Tempus River, printing, bookbinding, and book finishing businesses were densely clustered together. Cleio, who got off the carriage first, stood by the door and helped Dione get down. Since the alley was narrow and the ground was rutted, Cleio had to focus all her attention on supporting Dione. The street, whose ground was worn into wheel shapes due to the ceaseless passage of carts and carriages, now even felt familiar to…
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Toward the Reprint! (2) Leaving the school, Kleio walked toward the tram stop. ‘As expected, emphasizing the public benefit. I knew this would work best.’ There was no lie in the story he used to persuade Maria. Since the Conqueror King was a knight who used ether and there were knight orders in the main domains of the north, south, east, and west, people’s trust in them was strong. However, since mages often avoided public activities, ordinary people rarely saw them. ‘Graduates…
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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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281.2 K • Ongoing
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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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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 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 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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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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