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I Woke Up and Became a National Hero (2) No matter how close a battle for the nation’s fate might draw, Madam Canton’s painstakingly prepared afternoon tea was delicious. Puff choux filled with orange-scented custard, Victorian cake with jam and fresh cream, and tiny cucumber sandwiches—all were delicious enough to warrant admiration. Though simple in appearance, each one had rich flavor and excellent ingredients. Paired with bergamot-scented tea, it was a taste from heaven. Behemoth, not…
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I Woke Up and Became a National Hero (1) Behemoth meowed and perched neatly on Cleio’s knee. The weather had turned to autumn, chilly enough to make the cat feel like a cozy heater. Cleio, sluggishly leaning his back against the headboard, blinked his bleary eyes. As his vision finally cleared, what appeared before him was strange. Second floor, far left bedroom in the Aser estate. His familiar room was buried in splendid flower baskets. ‘What’s with all the flowers?’ Before he…
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By some stroke of luck, Cleio Aser saved the capital. He had tied the entrance of his subspace pouch too tightly, so he still could not retrieve the luminous stones. The beast, having missed its target, landed on the ground, then turned its body and targeted Cleio again with a growl. Clutching the pouch he was opening, Cleio dripped cold sweat. ‘What do I do? Uwaaaahh.’ The moment the wolf lowered its body to pounce, his mind went blank. Only one magic formula came to his mind: and…
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For a man and woman sitting face-to-face in a cozy café, their conversation was extremely dry. Of course, the looks they gave each other were as affectionate as those between lovers. It was a happy alliance: one a possessor of information, the other someone who could convert information into money. Cleio, too, took a sip of the liquor left in his glass. The sharp sting of anise seemed to clear his sinuses completely. The strong green liquor they’d found at a shabby bar-cum-café in the…
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Cleio Aser, who registered at age 17 (5) The next afternoon, as Cleio was taking a nap after returning from his classics class, an uninvited guest woke him up. It was a hotel page sent by Katarina, Chel’s mother and a hotel entrepreneur. The page brought a sealed envelope. The envelope was made of thick paper and decorated with elegant patterns. The page himself was tall and wore the De Neige hotel chain’s uniform, not a wrinkle in sight. ‘She certainly is someone obsessed with…
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Cleio Aser, who registered at age 17 (4) “Such things happened a few times. When I was twelve, on the day a boy I didn’t know opened the door in the successor’s room that Ishiel used to use. Even though I saw him for the first time, his face looked familiar. The sickly child ghost that came out of Ishiel’s room looked exactly like that. The kid was Ishiel’s sixth cousin, and the ‘male’ heir that nobody wanted. What I saw wasn’t a ghost, it was just the future.” Arthur…
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Cleio Aser, who registered at age 17 (3) That was as far as Arthur went. Rosa effortlessly parried Arthur’s heavy attack. The missed strike hit the ground, carving a groove out of the solidified earth. Arthur, unable to control his own strength, also slipped and rolled on the dirt. Without a sound, Rosa’s sword touched Arthur’s nape. “Waaa!!!” “Waaa!!” “Ooooh!” The children and instructor, who had been watching the spar from a distance, cheered wildly. Rosa, who…
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“Not getting up, Francis?” “Well, is it something to be proud of? Do I really have to stand and introduce myself?” His voice alone was grating. It was like his every word was laced with sarcasm. Cleio, sitting at the very back by the window, stretched his neck to find the owner of the voice. A gray-haired boy lounged back against his chair, not bothering to sit up straight. The boy’s appearance was a sight. His jacket was missing somewhere, several buttons of his waistcoat were…
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Cleio Asser, who registered property at seventeen (1) “No, even without using magic you’re not going to run away….” “Ah, you’re messing up my magic formula, so stay still, will you. ” formula lit up the room, enveloping Cleio and Dione. Behemoth absently watched the magic circle, scratching his belly with his back leg. “Eooooong, nyaek (They’re making a scene as if they’re debating national affairs or something).” Within the magic barrier, Dione shouted with a big,…
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They didn’t even look alike down to their toes. ‘Damn, why does the story jump around like that!’ Suppressing his dizziness, Cleio barely managed to sit up. After bowing his head in gratitude to Isiel who had tended to him, he turned on 「Perception」 again. He examined Arthur closely with a completely new feeling. He thought he only needed to watch out for the 1st and 2nd princes, but even the protagonist, who was supposed to be righteous, had a dog-like twist. “Say that again,…
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