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The Aser Family's Dinner (1) The source of the irritating sound was revealed. The sword had broken inside its scabbard. The practice sword could not withstand the load of ether. Blood was dried onto the scabbard and hilt, as well as the cuffs and collar of the dress uniform. The stains were so dark, Cleio was surprised he hadn’t noticed immediately. read that Arthur was tired and worn out. His breath was irregular, and there was no strength in the back leaning against the chair. “Hey.…
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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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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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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 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 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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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 (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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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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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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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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