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    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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…
    • by Cristae 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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