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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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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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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 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 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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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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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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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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Opera Theater Murder Case (2) Cleio poked Arthur in the side. “To think the day would come when I’d get a lecture from you about a prosecutor’s duty….” Thanks to that, Fran’s impression of Arthur seemed to have improved a bit, but it still wasn’t something easy to get used to. “Ray, what do you normally think of me?” “Do you want me to tell you?” “Hmm, no. I think I’d rather not hear it.” In the middle of the drawing room, Fran and Ishiel sat exchanging…
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The Opera House Murder Case (1) Aslan was cold and cruel by nature, but he was by no means the type of pleasure killer. Even now, after meeting him in person, that impression hadn’t changed. ‘Judging by his actions during the war in the previous draft, he certainly regarded human life as trivial and didn’t hesitate to be brutal.’ But that was behavior stemming from twisted beliefs, and there was never a single line describing him as someone who derived pleasure from killing…
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When he thought about land and buildings, Clayio felt pleased even in his sleep, and he felt full without eating. While Clayio was daydreaming about a rosy future, Dione slapped his back hard. “What are you staring at so absentmindedly? Here! Take this.” Dione, completely serious about her business, handed Clayio a heavy paper bag with sparkling eyes. Even out of courtesy, he couldn’t help but ask a few questions. “Is this book… really that moving?” “In the icy land of…
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After hardship comes settlement (4) “But if it’s something that actually happened, nothing can escape his eyes. Melchior probably knows pretty much everything I’ve been up to.” Clayio nodded bitterly. Would the crown prince have shown up in Kishion County just to offer encouragement? “If Aslan had caught on, he would’ve hanged me first, but His Highness the Crown Prince pretends not to know. I don’t know what his intentions are.” As always when Melchior was mentioned, Arthur…
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After hardship comes settlement (3) When she saw the two men blinking cluelessly, Dione lost interest in teasing them. “Sigh, what am I supposed to say with these blockheads. By the way, young master, if you rest again, are your attendance days still okay? What about the midterm exams?” “It's the same for me, and for Ray as well—the dean officially approved our medical leave, so who’s going to question our attendance days? For the subjects we missed exams in due to injury, they treated…
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“Unlike Lady Tanpete de Neige or the only daughter of Viscount Kishion, to the nobility you are as good as someone born yesterday. You’re a hero of the capital and have been granted knighthood, but you haven’t attended any social gatherings, and no one knows you personally.” One prince has decorated a mage, the second prince is digging into his background, and the third prince considers him a companion in adventure. Anyone sensitive to the flow of power will soon turn their attention to…
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After Hardship Comes Settlement (1) Splash, splash. It was the hot bath he had so desperately wished for inside the dungeon. It took a week for his body to recover enough to bathe, but in the end, as long as you get to Seoul, the route doesn’t matter. “Ah, this feels so good….” Cleio, sitting in the tub, poured fresh water over Behemoth’s back as the cat pawed at the water in front. Behemoth was in many ways not a typical cat, but it was stranger that he liked bathing more than…
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The Queen’s Garden (5) Arthur was the first to draw his sword. “All right then, Ishiel and I will cover you and get you inside, Ray? Chel will stand guard outside.” “That’s right. I’ll open the circle after getting as close to the ‘Master Clock’ as possible. I’ll burn everything within the circle, so just take care of the ones outside it. Got it?” Chel, curious about Cleio’s unusually proactive attitude, quickly figured out the reason. “You always hold back, but now…
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The Queen’s Garden (4) Now, Arthur’s back was nowhere to be seen. How many more seconds passed? In the distance, a clear flash of sword energy flickered three times. A massive cherry tree, likely over a hundred years old, was cut down along the sword’s trajectory and collapsed. Soon after, all the fragments of petals filling the space between Cleio and Arthur began to scatter like grains of sand. Shaa― It was, indeed, like watching the rapid corrosion of a mineral rather than a…
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The Queen's Garden (3) A few hours later. [—Remaining Time / Time Limit: 19:17:03 / 24:00:00] Kleio, sluggish as he woke, and Arthur, still bright-eyed, headed toward the inner garden. Even after sleeping, Kleio still felt stiff and sore. He frowned as he stared at the back of Arthur’s head leading the way. 'Ugh. By the time you get to the , even the righteous protagonist has a surprisingly dark side.' He hadn’t expected Arthur to have already formed a private army and…
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