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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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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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281.2 K • Ongoing
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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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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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281.2 K • Ongoing
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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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