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Clayo, who celebrates his third spring here, now knows all seasons of Albion.
In summer, the sun rises early and does not set until nine. In winter, night begins at three thirty. Heavy snow and heavy rain are rare, but gray diaries continue for a long time.
The message about the degree of narrative intervention came to mind only once in a while when the cumulative ratio exceeded 50 percent. 'Promise' didn't break into Clayo's life as often as before.
He now doesn't think of 'Cleio Asher' as a third party. His previous name can't even be said, so I have to accept the new name.
Either way, people are thrown into a world that has never been petitioned to be born, so that they can live under conditions they have not chosen.
Whether there was a world with or without God, that was the same.
After being no longer just a revolutionary and observer of the world, Clay accepted the world he was given.
Now his task is not to read, but to live in writing.
As long as you have a ``promise'' it can't be the same as "buying" in general, but… Anyway.'
The mind is a dependent element of the body, and the idea is weaker than matter. It's been a long time since I got used to the friendly voices that call me "clayo."
He had never been able to settle down and had a disagreement with the world. This was his hometown without a hometown, a temporary place given to someone who had never belonged anywhere.
Aslan will create the prince's rebellion in a more brutal way than ever before, and Melchior will be merciful to Tristain's trained knights, but they all belong to a future that is not yet in place.
If you know the future, can you live in a different way?
I don't think so.
Look at the three brothers of the royal family. Even eight repetitions and accompanying memories could not completely change the journey of life.
Clayo recalls a novel about time travel that he read a long time ago. The story of the main character who tries to stop the tragedy in the past but fails to release it.
In the end, the protagonist decides not to prevent a catastrophe that will happen, but to enjoy only the moments of his life until then.
At that time, I was not convinced of the main character's choice, but now I can understand the ending chosen by the speaker.
'It's nothing to worry about. Also... I've got at least one [sensorship] card against Melchior.’
Clay was prepared to the best of his ability, but he decided not to worry about what was coming.
There was only one thing he really wanted now.
Arthur and Isiel, Dione and Chell, and the twins, Fran, enjoy a longer peace and happiness.
It was a very strange feeling, hoping that life's full spring days would last long.
This eternal spring day.
***
After a week.
Last week's fine weather was overshadowed by the rain and wind from dawn, and it fell to hail.
It was the morning when the mid-term major practical test was scheduled.
Clayo, who took a wand, wallet, and even a coat, looked around the bed, and the behemoth was melting down on the heating pad.
"I like the mana stone rack, but I'm sorry I can't control the temperature. If you have time, fix the T-flume connection circuit and improve it to adjust a few steps.’
The Mana Stone Plates made early last year were for Clayo's own welfare and well-being, but it was like a behemoth to really enjoy good-bye.
Every time Behemoth went to the area, the flannel cloth on the floor soon looked darker than the original, even if he cast a spell on it. The behemoth's black fur was attached.
"I can't. Aren't you coming to the test today?”
"Take the test by yourself. We can't take every test like a parent."
The behemoth, which had already been sprawled out and completely liquefied, seemed to have no intention of getting up.
"I take it, Nail. My old lady is lying on her back."
"Who's an old man? If you're going to call me that, you should respect me!"
"Ah-ha. You're doing it. Respect, why!"
Clayo made fun of his snout and went straight to the opposite direction of the furry belly of Behemoth, and quickly left the dormitory room before being beaten.
When I came out into the hallway, it was still like the night outside the dim window.
Clayo made some adjustments to the bar school for the test.
'Let's put in some more effect.'
In the middle of the parade ground, Clay cried out the truth.
"[Criticism may dominate the night, but]
I will return your low joy!]1)”
It was a magic that was performed by inserting a slot of [reduction], [heat], [trace], [purification] and [light source] one slot each.
Clayo's magic was mostly for attack, so it was also a job to come up with something that could be shown to others during the test.
By now, Clayo's practical test had become a kind of 4D effect attraction that both students and staff looked forward to.
Let's do it!
Poof!
All the students who were watching the third-grade practical test around the edge of the training ground were surrounded by Clayo's brilliant circle.
Due to the increased amount of ether over the past year, the circle has been filled with light and heat.
Even the raindrops bent out of the circle outside of gravity.
It was a warm magic that seemed to have reached the warmth of early summer daytime.
The group of lights, controlled by [Trace], fell on each person's shoulders and head, giving the impression that countless fireflies were following their movements.
"Look, the light follows my hand!"
"Pretty..."
"It's warm."
The children felt warm hands and feet that had cooled in the cold rain, and their cold backs loosened.
"Wow! Awesome!"
"Is this the practical test of Clayo that I'
"It's not a joke!"
It didn't take long to mark. Professor Zebedee and Professor Maria had a short conversation, and soon the assistant announced the score with a loudspeaker.
"Senior Clayo Asher, perfect score for the first semester of third year."
It was a result that no one was surprised. Since 1890, Clay has always been the winner of 977 Magic Conference and Magic Practice.
Clayo himself told him why he was taking the class, so few of his 977 magic classmates were not jealous of him.
In fact, the level was very different. Between the second-grade magic class, where five people were at level two and two were at level three, Clay was at another level.
"Oh, my gosh! Our junior is so lovely!"
The man who jumped up and ran to Clayo was a young man whose hair and eyebrows were white.
Ezra Sergev. He was a vice-president of the Capital Defense Corps Wizarding Corps, a tough seven-level wizard, and a great fan of Clayo's mysterious magic.
"…you didn't even take the midterm, so you squeezed in.”
"Hey, I'm a graduate. Can't we make a seat among the spectators?
She said she usually dropped out of school, but she became a good graduate only at times like this.
The two headed to the end of the class on the third floor of the lecture hall, making a squeak as if they were on good terms, bad relations, and not talking.
Now, it was a place where Clayo sat down for every test and watched the children of the inspection team.
The heater was still broken, and it was considered a hideout for Arthur and his friends, making it a place where other students did not come.
Leaving Ezra, who had settled down well by the window without being told, Clayo opened a small refrigerator made of refrigerant with Mana Stone Sapphire.
Although refrigerators were already invented in the world, mana stone was needed to have a mini refrigerator that runs without noise, chemical refrigerants, and 24-hour electricity supply.
'It's a piece of money, but... Oh, how can I live without this fun?’
Clayo lived on the principle that he would not spare any money for drinking. The fallout effect was enjoyed by Behemoth and Arthur.
Clayo, who swept the refrigerator familiarly, poured a quarter-bottle processor into a white wine glass, mixed with ice, lemon juice and bitter scarlet aperol to make his portion of the drink first.
The citrus scent spread through the air, renewing Clayo's mood. It was a sour, sweet, bitter and sour Aperol Spritz that would beat the gloomy weather.
Ezra's share was given the orange flower tea coldness that Isiel had put in. Ezra, who alternated between himself and his opponent's glasses, made the eighth round with his mouth wide open.
"Uh, is your junior drinking again during the day?"
"What kind of alcohol is it? It's a drink."
"Wow! When you say things like that, you're really an old man. How can you drink alcohol like water? It's just writing, and I have a headache."
Ezra didn't drink a drop of alcohol. Not only that, he was a kind of person that even drinkers didn't understand.
Under his usual calm and reserved face, Clay was lowering his rating on Ezra from 35 to 40. Originally, a drunkard has a strict assessment of a non-drinker.
"People have different tastes. Oh, there's Arthur and Rachel. Let's see."
"Oh, oh, oh!"
As the results of the magic class test were predictable, the results of the test team were always similar. It was always Chelsea, Arthur, Isiel and the twins who were left last.
This time, Arthur and Cher came out to the training ground and were waiting with their hands on the grip of the practice sword.
After a confrontation between Pierce Klagen and Arthur two years ago, all practice at the Capital Defense Corps was banned from using real weapons. It was a regulation that Jebedi worked hard to make.
"It's a good idea that the armor and the armor I've prepared for you is invisible."
Clayo paid considerable attention to the children's martial arts.
Of course, Isiel had Melamide's sword from his mother's family, and Arthur had Begg's sword.
She must have been impressed by Lysa, but she also began to write the Bastard Sword. It was made of first-class Ma Gwang-seok iron and was a super-class item with patterns on its sword collection.
Angelium twins inherited a pair of Estoces, but ShortSword was commissioned by the Grey's Corporation to make one with a mana stone sulfate embedded in the pommel.
Five children were given a complete set and a pair of T-flume Gunlets. After engraving the [permanent activation] formula, Clayo himself added the defense[enhancement] magic formula.
Recently, a processing complex was established in Selva state, and a certain amount of T-flume parts began to be distributed to the private sector, making it possible to produce them.
Until then, Clayo himself was the creator of the T-Flume commercialization wizard, but he had not seen any minerals other than a few that he had taken out as an excuse for experiments.
Chae-Chaeng!
Whoo-hoo!
Despite the level difference, Chelsea and Arthur, whose ether bowls have grown frighteningly over a year, showed almost the ability to make a good start in the first few combinations.
In the roar, the training ground was defeated, and the training black Ether's subordinates trembled.
'They're... they can't tell if they're fighting with cold weapons or weapons.’
Ezra, who has extremely good eyesight, was catching up with her naked eyes without any special harness or magic.
"That blue-haired, handsome boy is a genius at attacking irregularities."
Chell, who lowered his posture and acted as if he would strike up, suddenly jumped and held up a fierce strike, was smiling so sourly that he could be seen from afar.
She was a belligerent fighter.
"What's up with the handsome girl?"
"No, I just said what I saw."
...and like Ezra's strange expression, it was also a rare handsome love.
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Clayo, who celebrates his third spring here, now knows all seasons of Albion.
In summer, the sun rises early and does not set until nine. In winter, night begins at three thirty. Heavy snow and heavy rain are rare, but gray diaries continue for a long time.
The message about the degree of narrative intervention came to mind only once in a while when the cumulative ratio exceeded 50 percent. 'Promise' didn't break into Clayo's life as often as before.
He now doesn't think of 'Cleio Asher' as a third party. His previous name can't even be said, so I have to accept the new name.
Either way, people are thrown into a world that has never been petitioned to be born, so that they can live under conditions they have not chosen.
Whether there was a world with or without God, that was the same.
After being no longer just a revolutionary and observer of the world, Clay accepted the world he was given.
Now his task is not to read, but to live in writing.
As long as you have a ``promise'' it can't be the same as "buying" in general, but… Anyway.'
The mind is a dependent element of the body, and the idea is weaker than matter. It's been a long time since I got used to the friendly voices that call me "clayo."
He had never been able to settle down and had a disagreement with the world. This was his hometown without a hometown, a temporary place given to someone who had never belonged anywhere.
Aslan will create the prince's rebellion in a more brutal way than ever before, and Melchior will be merciful to Tristain's trained knights, but they all belong to a future that is not yet in place.
If you know the future, can you live in a different way?
I don't think so.
Look at the three brothers of the royal family. Even eight repetitions and accompanying memories could not completely change the journey of life.
Clayo recalls a novel about time travel that he read a long time ago. The story of the main character who tries to stop the tragedy in the past but fails to release it.
In the end, the protagonist decides not to prevent a catastrophe that will happen, but to enjoy only the moments of his life until then.
At that time, I was not convinced of the main character's choice, but now I can understand the ending chosen by the speaker.
'It's nothing to worry about. Also... I've got at least one [sensorship] card against Melchior.’
Clay was prepared to the best of his ability, but he decided not to worry about what was coming.
There was only one thing he really wanted now.
Arthur and Isiel, Dione and Chell, and the twins, Fran, enjoy a longer peace and happiness.
It was a very strange feeling, hoping that life's full spring days would last long.
This eternal spring day.
***
After a week.
Last week's fine weather was overshadowed by the rain and wind from dawn, and it fell to hail.
It was the morning when the mid-term major practical test was scheduled.
Clayo, who took a wand, wallet, and even a coat, looked around the bed, and the behemoth was melting down on the heating pad.
"I like the mana stone rack, but I'm sorry I can't control the temperature. If you have time, fix the T-flume connection circuit and improve it to adjust a few steps.’
The Mana Stone Plates made early last year were for Clayo's own welfare and well-being, but it was like a behemoth to really enjoy good-bye.
Every time Behemoth went to the area, the flannel cloth on the floor soon looked darker than the original, even if he cast a spell on it. The behemoth's black fur was attached.
"I can't. Aren't you coming to the test today?”
"Take the test by yourself. We can't take every test like a parent."
The behemoth, which had already been sprawled out and completely liquefied, seemed to have no intention of getting up.
"I take it, Nail. My old lady is lying on her back."
"Who's an old man? If you're going to call me that, you should respect me!"
"Ah-ha. You're doing it. Respect, why!"
Clayo made fun of his snout and went straight to the opposite direction of the furry belly of Behemoth, and quickly left the dormitory room before being beaten.
When I came out into the hallway, it was still like the night outside the dim window.
Clayo made some adjustments to the bar school for the test.
'Let's put in some more effect.'
In the middle of the parade ground, Clay cried out the truth.
"[Criticism may dominate the night, but]
I will return your low joy!]1)”
It was a magic that was performed by inserting a slot of [reduction], [heat], [trace], [purification] and [light source] one slot each.
Clayo's magic was mostly for attack, so it was also a job to come up with something that could be shown to others during the test.
By now, Clayo's practical test had become a kind of 4D effect attraction that both students and staff looked forward to.
Let's do it!
Poof!
All the students who were watching the third-grade practical test around the edge of the training ground were surrounded by Clayo's brilliant circle.
Due to the increased amount of ether over the past year, the circle has been filled with light and heat.
Even the raindrops bent out of the circle outside of gravity.
It was a warm magic that seemed to have reached the warmth of early summer daytime.
The group of lights, controlled by [Trace], fell on each person's shoulders and head, giving the impression that countless fireflies were following their movements.
"Look, the light follows my hand!"
"Pretty..."
"It's warm."
The children felt warm hands and feet that had cooled in the cold rain, and their cold backs loosened.
"Wow! Awesome!"
"Is this the practical test of Clayo that I'
"It's not a joke!"
It didn't take long to mark. Professor Zebedee and Professor Maria had a short conversation, and soon the assistant announced the score with a loudspeaker.
"Senior Clayo Asher, perfect score for the first semester of third year."
It was a result that no one was surprised. Since 1890, Clay has always been the winner of 977 Magic Conference and Magic Practice.
Clayo himself told him why he was taking the class, so few of his 977 magic classmates were not jealous of him.
In fact, the level was very different. Between the second-grade magic class, where five people were at level two and two were at level three, Clay was at another level.
"Oh, my gosh! Our junior is so lovely!"
The man who jumped up and ran to Clayo was a young man whose hair and eyebrows were white.
Ezra Sergev. He was a vice-president of the Capital Defense Corps Wizarding Corps, a tough seven-level wizard, and a great fan of Clayo's mysterious magic.
"…you didn't even take the midterm, so you squeezed in.”
"Hey, I'm a graduate. Can't we make a seat among the spectators?
She said she usually dropped out of school, but she became a good graduate only at times like this.
The two headed to the end of the class on the third floor of the lecture hall, making a squeak as if they were on good terms, bad relations, and not talking.
Now, it was a place where Clayo sat down for every test and watched the children of the inspection team.
The heater was still broken, and it was considered a hideout for Arthur and his friends, making it a place where other students did not come.
Leaving Ezra, who had settled down well by the window without being told, Clayo opened a small refrigerator made of refrigerant with Mana Stone Sapphire.
Although refrigerators were already invented in the world, mana stone was needed to have a mini refrigerator that runs without noise, chemical refrigerants, and 24-hour electricity supply.
'It's a piece of money, but... Oh, how can I live without this fun?’
Clayo lived on the principle that he would not spare any money for drinking. The fallout effect was enjoyed by Behemoth and Arthur.
Clayo, who swept the refrigerator familiarly, poured a quarter-bottle processor into a white wine glass, mixed with ice, lemon juice and bitter scarlet aperol to make his portion of the drink first.
The citrus scent spread through the air, renewing Clayo's mood. It was a sour, sweet, bitter and sour Aperol Spritz that would beat the gloomy weather.
Ezra's share was given the orange flower tea coldness that Isiel had put in. Ezra, who alternated between himself and his opponent's glasses, made the eighth round with his mouth wide open.
"Uh, is your junior drinking again during the day?"
"What kind of alcohol is it? It's a drink."
"Wow! When you say things like that, you're really an old man. How can you drink alcohol like water? It's just writing, and I have a headache."
Ezra didn't drink a drop of alcohol. Not only that, he was a kind of person that even drinkers didn't understand.
Under his usual calm and reserved face, Clay was lowering his rating on Ezra from 35 to 40. Originally, a drunkard has a strict assessment of a non-drinker.
"People have different tastes. Oh, there's Arthur and Rachel. Let's see."
"Oh, oh, oh!"
As the results of the magic class test were predictable, the results of the test team were always similar. It was always Chelsea, Arthur, Isiel and the twins who were left last.
This time, Arthur and Cher came out to the training ground and were waiting with their hands on the grip of the practice sword.
After a confrontation between Pierce Klagen and Arthur two years ago, all practice at the Capital Defense Corps was banned from using real weapons. It was a regulation that Jebedi worked hard to make.
"It's a good idea that the armor and the armor I've prepared for you is invisible."
Clayo paid considerable attention to the children's martial arts.
Of course, Isiel had Melamide's sword from his mother's family, and Arthur had Begg's sword.
She must have been impressed by Lysa, but she also began to write the Bastard Sword. It was made of first-class Ma Gwang-seok iron and was a super-class item with patterns on its sword collection.
Angelium twins inherited a pair of Estoces, but ShortSword was commissioned by the Grey's Corporation to make one with a mana stone sulfate embedded in the pommel.
Five children were given a complete set and a pair of T-flume Gunlets. After engraving the [permanent activation] formula, Clayo himself added the defense[enhancement] magic formula.
Recently, a processing complex was established in Selva state, and a certain amount of T-flume parts began to be distributed to the private sector, making it possible to produce them.
Until then, Clayo himself was the creator of the T-Flume commercialization wizard, but he had not seen any minerals other than a few that he had taken out as an excuse for experiments.
Chae-Chaeng!
Whoo-hoo!
Despite the level difference, Chelsea and Arthur, whose ether bowls have grown frighteningly over a year, showed almost the ability to make a good start in the first few combinations.
In the roar, the training ground was defeated, and the training black Ether's subordinates trembled.
'They're... they can't tell if they're fighting with cold weapons or weapons.’
Ezra, who has extremely good eyesight, was catching up with her naked eyes without any special harness or magic.
"That blue-haired, handsome boy is a genius at attacking irregularities."
Chell, who lowered his posture and acted as if he would strike up, suddenly jumped and held up a fierce strike, was smiling so sourly that he could be seen from afar.
She was a belligerent fighter.
"What's up with the handsome girl?"
"No, I just said what I saw."
...and like Ezra's strange expression, it was also a rare handsome love.
Clayo, who celebrates his third spring here, now knows all seasons of Albion.In summer, the sun rises early and does not set until nine. In winter, night begins at three thirty. Heavy snow and heavy rain are rare, but gray diaries continue for a long time.The message about the degree of narrative intervention came to mind only once in a while when the cumulative ratio exceeded 50 percent. 'Promise' didn't break into Clayo's life as often as before.He now doesn't think of 'Cleio Asher' as a third party. His previous name can't even be said, so I have to accept the new name.Either way, people are thrown into a world that has never been petitioned to be born, so that they can live under conditions they have not chosen.Whether there was a world with or without God, that was the same.After being no longer just a revolutionary and observer of the world, Clay accepted the world he was given.Now his task is not to read, but to live in writing.As long as you have a ``promise'' it can't be the same as "buying" in general, but Anyway.'The mind is a dependent element of the body, and the idea is weaker than matter. It's been a long time since I got used to the friendly voices that call me "clayo."He had never been able to settle down and had a disagreement with the world. This was his hometown without a hometown, a temporary place given to someone who had never belonged anywhere.Aslan will create the prince's rebellion in a more brutal way than ever before, and Melchior will be merciful to Tristain's trained knights, but they all belong to a future that is not yet in place.If you know the future, can you live in a different way?I don't think so.Look at the three brothers of the royal family. Even eight repetitions and accompanying memories could not completely change the journey of life.Clayo recalls a novel about time travel that he read a long time ago. The story of the main character who tries to stop the tragedy in the past but fails to release it.In the end, the protagonist decides not to prevent a catastrophe that will happen, but to enjoy only the moments of his life until then.At that time, I was not convinced of the main character's choice, but now I can understand the ending chosen by the speaker.'It's nothing to worry about. Also... I've got at least one sensorship card against Melchior.'Clay was prepared to the best of his ability, but he decided not to worry about what was coming.There was only one thing he really wanted now.Arthur and Isiel, Dione and Chell, and the twins, Fran, enjoy a longer peace and happiness.It was a very strange feeling, hoping that life's full spring days would last long.This eternal spring day.***After a week.Last week's fine weather was overshadowed by the rain and wind from dawn, and it fell to hail.It was the morning when the mid-term major practical test was scheduled.Clayo, who took a wand, wallet, and even a coat, looked around the bed, and the behemoth was melting down on the heating pad."I like the mana stone rack, but I'm sorry I can't control the temperature. If you have time, fix the T-flume connection circuit and improve it to adjust a few steps.'The Mana Stone Plates made early last year were for Clayo's own welfare and well-being, but it was like a behemoth to really enjoy good-bye.Every time Behemoth went to the area, the flannel cloth on the floor soon looked darker than the original, even if he cast a spell on it. The behemoth's black fur was attached."I can't. Aren't you coming to the test today?"Take the test by yourself. We can't take every test like a parent."The behemoth, which had already been sprawled out and completely liquefied, seemed to have no intention of getting up."I take it, Nail. My old lady is lying on her back.""Who's an old man? If you're going to call me that, you should respect me!""Ah-ha. You're doing it. Respect, why!"Clayo made fun of his snout and went straight to the opposite direction of the furry belly of Behemoth, and quickly left the dormitory room before being beaten.When I came out into the hallway, it was still like the night outside the dim window.Clayo made some adjustments to the bar school for the test.'Let's put in some more effect.'In the middle of the parade ground, Clay cried out the truth."Criticism may dominate the night, butI will return your low joy!1It was a magic that was performed by inserting a slot of reduction, heat, trace, purification and light source one slot each.Clayo's magic was mostly for attack, so it was also a job to come up with something that could be shown to others during the test.By now, Clayo's practical test had become a kind of 4D effect attraction that both students and staff looked forward to.Let's do it!Poof!All the students who were watching the third-grade practical test around the edge of the training ground were surrounded by Clayo's brilliant circle.Due to the increased amount of ether over the past year, the circle has been filled with light and heat.Even the raindrops bent out of the circle outside of gravity.It was a warm magic that seemed to have reached the warmth of early summer daytime.The group of lights, controlled by Trace, fell on each person's shoulders and head, giving the impression that countless fireflies were following their movements."Look, the light follows my hand!""Pretty...""It's warm."The children felt warm hands and feet that had cooled in the cold rain, and their cold backs loosened."Wow! Awesome!""Is this the practical test of Clayo that I'"It's not a joke!"It didn't take long to mark. Professor Zebedee and Professor Maria had a short conversation, and soon the assistant announced the score with a loudspeaker."Senior Clayo Asher, perfect score for the first semester of third year."It was a result that no one was surprised. Since 1890, Clay has always been the winner of 977 Magic Conference and Magic Practice.Clayo himself told him why he was taking the class, so few of his 977 magic classmates were not jealous of him.In fact, the level was very different. Between the second-grade magic class, where five people were at level two and two were at level three, Clay was at another level."Oh, my gosh! Our junior is so lovely!"The man who jumped up and ran to Clayo was a young man whose hair and eyebrows were white.Ezra Sergev. He was a vice-president of the Capital Defense Corps Wizarding Corps, a tough seven-level wizard, and a great fan of Clayo's mysterious magic."you didn't even take the midterm, so you squeezed in."Hey, I'm a graduate. Can't we make a seat among the spectators?She said she usually dropped out of school, but she became a good graduate only at times like this.The two headed to the end of the class on the third floor of the lecture hall, making a squeak as if they were on good terms, bad relations, and not talking.Now, it was a place where Clayo sat down for every test and watched the children of the inspection team.The heater was still broken, and it was considered a hideout for Arthur and his friends, making it a place where other students did not come.Leaving Ezra, who had settled down well by the window without being told, Clayo opened a small refrigerator made of refrigerant with Mana Stone Sapphire.Although refrigerators were already invented in the world, mana stone was needed to have a mini refrigerator that runs without noise, chemical refrigerants, and 24-hour electricity supply.'It's a piece of money, but... Oh, how can I live without this fun?'Clayo lived on the principle that he would not spare any money for drinking. The fallout effect was enjoyed by Behemoth and Arthur.Clayo, who swept the refrigerator familiarly, poured a quarter-bottle processor into a white wine glass, mixed with ice, lemon juice and bitter scarlet aperol to make his portion of the drink first.The citrus scent spread through the air, renewing Clayo's mood. It was a sour, sweet, bitter and sour Aperol Spritz that would beat the gloomy weather.Ezra's share was given the orange flower tea coldness that Isiel had put in. Ezra, who alternated between himself and his opponent's glasses, made the eighth round with his mouth wide open."Uh, is your junior drinking again during the day?""What kind of alcohol is it? It's a drink.""Wow! When you say things like that, you're really an old man. How can you drink alcohol like water? It's just writing, and I have a headache."Ezra didn't drink a drop of alcohol. Not only that, he was a kind of person that even drinkers didn't understand.Under his usual calm and reserved face, Clay was lowering his rating on Ezra from 35 to 40. Originally, a drunkard has a strict assessment of a non-drinker."People have different tastes. Oh, there's Arthur and Rachel. Let's see.""Oh, oh, oh!"As the results of the magic class test were predictable, the results of the test team were always similar. It was always Chelsea, Arthur, Isiel and the twins who were left last.This time, Arthur and Cher came out to the training ground and were waiting with their hands on the grip of the practice sword.After a confrontation between Pierce Klagen and Arthur two years ago, all practice at the Capital Defense Corps was banned from using real weapons. It was a regulation that Jebedi worked hard to make."It's a good idea that the armor and the armor I've prepared for you is invisible."Clayo paid considerable attention to the children's martial arts.Of course, Isiel had Melamide's sword from his mother's family, and Arthur had Begg's sword.She must have been impressed by Lysa, but she also began to write the Bastard Sword. It was made of first-class Ma Gwang-seok iron and was a super-class item with patterns on its sword collection.Angelium twins inherited a pair of Estoces, but ShortSword was commissioned by the Grey's Corporation to make one with a mana stone sulfate embedded in the pommel.Five children were given a complete set and a pair of T-flume Gunlets. After engraving the permanent activation formula, Clayo himself added the defenseenhancement magic formula.Recently, a processing complex was established in Selva state, and a certain amount of T-flume parts began to be distributed to the private sector, making it possible to produce them.Until then, Clayo himself was the creator of the T-Flume commercialization wizard, but he had not seen any minerals other than a few that he had taken out as an excuse for experiments.Chae-Chaeng!Whoo-hoo!Despite the level difference, Chelsea and Arthur, whose ether bowls have grown frighteningly over a year, showed almost the ability to make a good start in the first few combinations.In the roar, the training ground was defeated, and the training black Ether's subordinates trembled.'They're... they can't tell if they're fighting with cold weapons or weapons.'Ezra, who has extremely good eyesight, was catching up with her naked eyes without any special harness or magic."That blue-haired, handsome boy is a genius at attacking irregularities."Chell, who lowered his posture and acted as if he would strike up, suddenly jumped and held up a fierce strike, was smiling so sourly that he could be seen from afar.She was a belligerent fighter."What's up with the handsome girl?""No, I just said what I saw."...and like Ezra's strange expression, it was also a rare handsome love.
