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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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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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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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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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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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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 (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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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 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 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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