Chapter 211: 211
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"The scale hasn't tilted to one side yet. On the other hand, the life of the Prophecy Wizard is at stake, and on the other hand, the purpose and hope of his colleagues. "Isn't Arthur good and upright, knowing that he will be betrayed by either."
Melchior approached Clayo, who still held the window frame, without a sound.
Clayo turns his head. The prince's side face and the scenery of the city come into view.
Clattering.
Standing next to him, the prince pushed up the window as if he wanted to enjoy the scenery outside the window.
The gentle early summer breeze scattered the prince's pale gold hair.
"…but after all this time, the [Promise] doesn't reach me, so she must have turned down the offer. I'm quite proud of you for enduring the treatment of the Director of the Interior Security.”
The hand that hands over the scattered hair to one side of the shoulder is gentle. A few hairs were buried at the end of his glove, shining like a trace of the sun.
Now Clayo knows.
The tone and content of the prince's words were not in tune with each other. He always speaks gentler, gruesome words, in a similar way.
"This is good enough. At least once, I wanted him to know about the pain of the world that he could suffer without falling to hell. God must have not forgotten my origin, either."
Clayo asked the prince about his tight neck.
"Do you know how the world will be broken if you force a one-sided pledge of loyalty to the creator of history and deeply involved in the safety of this world?”
"I don't know. That's why I do it when I can."
The wind blows between the horse and the horse's gap.
The leaves of trees lined the Plumen Boulevard sing early summer songs, and the surface of the Tempus River twinkles like a mirror.
Even the porter's movement with a bundle of paper tied to the back of the bicycle was cheerful.
The paired birds were flying west. Beyond the river, I could see the forest of the Capital Defense University and the clock tower rising.
The world outside the window was peaceful, just as what happened underground and in this shade.
"You have eyes that blame me. Hopefully, you too will be able to look back on now with all those memories after living your life again eight times. Is the accusation justified?"
Melchior, who gave the answer, was looking at the sky outside the window, not Clayo.
Clay felt paradoxical that even the existence of that backwater was under the influence of the conventional belief that God lived in heaven.
"A description that gives a holistic view of the current event is only possible after it's all over. It's only after all the present has become the past. But history is always what's happening in the present, and the choice should be made right away."
Melchior, who sent a dry smile into his throat, added one more word.
For one moment, the surface of the eyes, such as ore, flashed the violent madness that had been suppressed so far.
"I will regret it in my next life."
Clay takes a step back, as if overwhelmed by Melchior, and hides his expression in the darkness of the room.
The change in the angle of the year made the office dim. Among them, Clayo's face was blue because it was white.
'There's no such thing as a next life.’
The goal given to him was clear. To keep Melchior from knowing the truth.
At the same time, we must also prevent Ether's detriment to the world. If the door of Manemoshinne is closed and the power of Ether is not available, Arthur's journey will be broken.
How do we lead the war of man and the submission of the beast to victory?
As seen in previous manuscripts, even after Ether's ashes and the doors of Manemosine were closed, the mana bearing mana stone was not completely extinct.
"If there are so many beasts in a world where the ether sensitivity and the sodmaster have disappeared....’
Even if Melchior dies, what he means may come true. Not to let anything grow in the garden of God.
Clayo's head got busy with calculations. "Memories" of "Promise" also went around fiercely. In order not to miss a line of descriptions, even a small hint and metaphor that BoA has given.
The conclusion was self-evident.
It was assumed that even that Melchior would be able to close the doors of Manemosine only by performing life-sustaining tactics under the influence of madness.
'…so, should I help this guy not go crazy right now?’
You order Arthur to be tortured, and you run a secret police officer who takes out the bedroom door in the middle of the night?
Even if it was due to God's blunder, Clayo, who faced him as one of the characters, could not understand and accept all those actions.
The fingers of the left hand, which had been held tightly under the right hand, were hot and bitter as if they were going to break because of the separation, which was put up at the highest intensity for a long time.
Clayo tried to repel his personal anger.
He remembered his original purpose of taking time until an extra day came out, but he reorganized his posture to get the best results from the meeting.
"What if I promise to cooperate with you without using this method?"
I didn't know this was the right way. However, this was the only game Clay could play against Melchior right now.
The prince, who was still hit by the strong wind, only turns the angle of his chin a little. The face surrounded by platinum hair is as bright as a halo.
"I can't believe I can say that even though I understand everything. How can I hear you when you are not given as my deity? I don't know if you make a promise."
"I won't make a promise to anyone in my life. But I've already alleviated your pain. It would be no exaggeration to say that you saved his life. Please trust me if you know the point. My will is not a lie."
"What can I do to guarantee your will without a promise?"
"I'm a person who has a lot to protect. I have a lot of things."
The sound of inappropriate laughter mixes with the sound of the wind.
Melchior turned completely toward Clayo with his right arm on the window frame.
"Well, if you're in discord, you can confiscate the land and incorporate it into the royal territory. The current market price will be a great source of financial resources."
Will the prince, who can bring the prince to the torture room, not be able to create an excuse to confiscate the assets of the honorary title owner?
Clayo's eyebrows shivered.
Even when Tasserton put a knife in his throat, he was not as scared.
"Yeah, then you gave me a sense of relief. Thanks to you, I was able to achieve many things. I appreciate that. How many times will you be willing to use humanitarian magic?"
"Of course."
"And I have to trust that word and release Arthur freely again. What an unfair offer."
Clayo was poor at answering.
All of this was done by the will of God, and it was a rupture. What do you mean by expressing resentment against Clayo, who has no authority to reason with God?
It was then.
Knock, knock, knock.
A series of urgent knocks were heard outside the office.
It was not a guest but a caretaker because the guards didn't call him by name. Soon after, a thirsty voice came over the door.
"I know you're having an important meeting, but may I come in? It's a sudden report."
"Let's do that."
A 30-year-old man with a tired impression walked along with a roll of paper. I was in such a hurry that I was out of breath. The urgent and confidential news was clear.
Clayo's hunch moved.
'This, maybe....’
"What's going on?"
"I beg you to hand over the passengers first, degradation."
The man did not start reporting immediately, but waited for Melchior to release Clay.
"It's all right. Just report it."
"Such…."
“Didn't you, urgent news, Toulmin secretary.”
The secretary, who was even called by name, hesitated not too long. The man, who came to the table without even seeing the broken teacup, spread out a stack of paper.
The poster, the size of the fourth verse, was clearly Ma Gwang-seok Dongapji. On the copy paper, the picture that Fran sent was blurryly enlarged. It was a scene of officer Brunen attacking the guard post bearing the flag of Albion mercilessly.
A small sheet of paper that had been rolled up with a sheet of paper was an extra edition of the newspaper. Under the master head of the Swift Gazette engraved on the top, a large headline was banging.
After looking into the printed material on the desk with the two, Clay hardened his face to avoid showing any relief.
'Chelle did it right!’
It was an exquisite timing.
"I don't think I've seen this in the evening edition."
"It's an extra from a low-key media outlet that's not usually carefully supervised by public information officers. As the content was about it, news spread throughout the capital as soon as it was distributed. At this rate, it's going to be a major obstacle to the ongoing operations."
Clayo didn't miss a single clue.
Usually, the deadline for evening papers was before noon. The main daily was to go through the censorship of Melchior before it was printed. You've got a weakness for your owners, haven't you?’
But it wasn't a major daily, and it wasn't even an evening edition.
There were three spelling errors and the space between words was open due to poor alignment of the type, and the words of the report written by Clayo and Chell were reproduced as they were.
Thanks to him, it was clear that the capital was able to be exposed to extra water at this speed.
"I'm so glad you're a nerd who's rich enough to throw away a sheet of Ma Kwang-seok as a paper poster.’
Whether the verification was bad or crude, the purpose of the report was to achieve it if it caused disturbances in time.
Melchior, who quickly grasped the content, asked the secretary.
"How much did it spread, exactly?"
"The photographs were copied into 15 major squares, including the Royal Circus, and the outer space was scattered throughout the capital as well as throughout the metropolitan Lundane history."
"It's already spread out."
"Shall we issue an executive order to withdraw?"
"Now? That's pointless intervention.”
Melchior of the Toulmin, the secretary is a grim look on his face.
At that time, another person asked for admittance to the office. This time, she was a woman with her hair up. She was also contemplated and reported to Melchior.
"There is a crowd gathering in front of the Bruneen embassy because of the sudden increase. We've added more police, but it's not enough, so we have to put the Capital Defense on standby. Please approve it."
Melchior calmly ordered without anger or excitement.
"Give it to Sir Pierce Klagen. Pick ten elite knights and send them to the Bruneen embassy. He doesn't want any friction with Brunnen either, so he'll take this order.”
"Yes."
The woman checked out as quickly as she came in. Melchior gave instructions to the other one.
"Give the message to Director Driscoll. As of 14 o'clock today, new information on the matter has been received, so stop investigating the witnesses involved in the treason charges. I order to wait after work is ordered. All other witnesses are released from house arrest."
"I'll carry it out."
The Toulmin secretary, who looked down and disappeared quickly out of office, such as when.
Clayo suddenly felt comfortable breathing. Just like the oxygen concentration in the room has changed.
I didn't realize it, but until now, my breath was crushed as if I had been stepped on by my feet.
Still in no hurry, Melchior picked up the outside of the table.
The bellicose sentences formed a peripheral emotional paragraph.
Bruneen's arrogant and cruel warlord devastated the border posts of the Shakyamuni.
at the same time
'Now there's no reason to hold on to the Kishion.’
Indeed, if Brunen made a military provocation, the actions of Kishion, who increased his forces even in a somewhat illegal manner, are also persuasive.
Arthur should also be released when the charges of Kishion's own creation are cleared. That's why Melchior stopped interrogation right away.
'The media smelled it, so they quickly released the kids before the article came up. He's a quick judge.'
If the eyes of the capital and parliament are on the land of Kishion, it will be difficult to maintain the blockade. The fact that it was blocked by only the Royal Guards without parliamentary approval made it a clear agreement.
Melchior himself knew that he had a weak justification for a few days in a row.
How can I not know?
"Schleiman Kishion is lucky. I can't believe all the excuses fit in such a ridiculous way. God doesn't want his loved ones to suffer more.”
Phallacs.
A single-page extra, beyond the crown prince's fingertips, fell to the floor. The gloves, which were white enough to create a sense of hypocrisy, left a black mark with less dry printing ink.
Only then did I realize it.
At least in this round, Clayo has the upper hand.
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"The scale hasn't tilted to one side yet. On the other hand, the life of the Prophecy Wizard is at stake, and on the other hand, the purpose and hope of his colleagues. "Isn't Arthur good and upright, knowing that he will be betrayed by either."
Melchior approached Clayo, who still held the window frame, without a sound.
Clayo turns his head. The prince's side face and the scenery of the city come into view.
Clattering.
Standing next to him, the prince pushed up the window as if he wanted to enjoy the scenery outside the window.
The gentle early summer breeze scattered the prince's pale gold hair.
"…but after all this time, the [Promise] doesn't reach me, so she must have turned down the offer. I'm quite proud of you for enduring the treatment of the Director of the Interior Security.”
The hand that hands over the scattered hair to one side of the shoulder is gentle. A few hairs were buried at the end of his glove, shining like a trace of the sun.
Now Clayo knows.
The tone and content of the prince's words were not in tune with each other. He always speaks gentler, gruesome words, in a similar way.
"This is good enough. At least once, I wanted him to know about the pain of the world that he could suffer without falling to hell. God must have not forgotten my origin, either."
Clayo asked the prince about his tight neck.
"Do you know how the world will be broken if you force a one-sided pledge of loyalty to the creator of history and deeply involved in the safety of this world?”
"I don't know. That's why I do it when I can."
The wind blows between the horse and the horse's gap.
The leaves of trees lined the Plumen Boulevard sing early summer songs, and the surface of the Tempus River twinkles like a mirror.
Even the porter's movement with a bundle of paper tied to the back of the bicycle was cheerful.
The paired birds were flying west. Beyond the river, I could see the forest of the Capital Defense University and the clock tower rising.
The world outside the window was peaceful, just as what happened underground and in this shade.
"You have eyes that blame me. Hopefully, you too will be able to look back on now with all those memories after living your life again eight times. Is the accusation justified?"
Melchior, who gave the answer, was looking at the sky outside the window, not Clayo.
Clay felt paradoxical that even the existence of that backwater was under the influence of the conventional belief that God lived in heaven.
"A description that gives a holistic view of the current event is only possible after it's all over. It's only after all the present has become the past. But history is always what's happening in the present, and the choice should be made right away."
Melchior, who sent a dry smile into his throat, added one more word.
For one moment, the surface of the eyes, such as ore, flashed the violent madness that had been suppressed so far.
"I will regret it in my next life."
Clay takes a step back, as if overwhelmed by Melchior, and hides his expression in the darkness of the room.
The change in the angle of the year made the office dim. Among them, Clayo's face was blue because it was white.
'There's no such thing as a next life.’
The goal given to him was clear. To keep Melchior from knowing the truth.
At the same time, we must also prevent Ether's detriment to the world. If the door of Manemoshinne is closed and the power of Ether is not available, Arthur's journey will be broken.
How do we lead the war of man and the submission of the beast to victory?
As seen in previous manuscripts, even after Ether's ashes and the doors of Manemosine were closed, the mana bearing mana stone was not completely extinct.
"If there are so many beasts in a world where the ether sensitivity and the sodmaster have disappeared....’
Even if Melchior dies, what he means may come true. Not to let anything grow in the garden of God.
Clayo's head got busy with calculations. "Memories" of "Promise" also went around fiercely. In order not to miss a line of descriptions, even a small hint and metaphor that BoA has given.
The conclusion was self-evident.
It was assumed that even that Melchior would be able to close the doors of Manemosine only by performing life-sustaining tactics under the influence of madness.
'…so, should I help this guy not go crazy right now?’
You order Arthur to be tortured, and you run a secret police officer who takes out the bedroom door in the middle of the night?
Even if it was due to God's blunder, Clayo, who faced him as one of the characters, could not understand and accept all those actions.
The fingers of the left hand, which had been held tightly under the right hand, were hot and bitter as if they were going to break because of the separation, which was put up at the highest intensity for a long time.
Clayo tried to repel his personal anger.
He remembered his original purpose of taking time until an extra day came out, but he reorganized his posture to get the best results from the meeting.
"What if I promise to cooperate with you without using this method?"
I didn't know this was the right way. However, this was the only game Clay could play against Melchior right now.
The prince, who was still hit by the strong wind, only turns the angle of his chin a little. The face surrounded by platinum hair is as bright as a halo.
"I can't believe I can say that even though I understand everything. How can I hear you when you are not given as my deity? I don't know if you make a promise."
"I won't make a promise to anyone in my life. But I've already alleviated your pain. It would be no exaggeration to say that you saved his life. Please trust me if you know the point. My will is not a lie."
"What can I do to guarantee your will without a promise?"
"I'm a person who has a lot to protect. I have a lot of things."
The sound of inappropriate laughter mixes with the sound of the wind.
Melchior turned completely toward Clayo with his right arm on the window frame.
"Well, if you're in discord, you can confiscate the land and incorporate it into the royal territory. The current market price will be a great source of financial resources."
Will the prince, who can bring the prince to the torture room, not be able to create an excuse to confiscate the assets of the honorary title owner?
Clayo's eyebrows shivered.
Even when Tasserton put a knife in his throat, he was not as scared.
"Yeah, then you gave me a sense of relief. Thanks to you, I was able to achieve many things. I appreciate that. How many times will you be willing to use humanitarian magic?"
"Of course."
"And I have to trust that word and release Arthur freely again. What an unfair offer."
Clayo was poor at answering.
All of this was done by the will of God, and it was a rupture. What do you mean by expressing resentment against Clayo, who has no authority to reason with God?
It was then.
Knock, knock, knock.
A series of urgent knocks were heard outside the office.
It was not a guest but a caretaker because the guards didn't call him by name. Soon after, a thirsty voice came over the door.
"I know you're having an important meeting, but may I come in? It's a sudden report."
"Let's do that."
A 30-year-old man with a tired impression walked along with a roll of paper. I was in such a hurry that I was out of breath. The urgent and confidential news was clear.
Clayo's hunch moved.
'This, maybe....’
"What's going on?"
"I beg you to hand over the passengers first, degradation."
The man did not start reporting immediately, but waited for Melchior to release Clay.
"It's all right. Just report it."
"Such…."
“Didn't you, urgent news, Toulmin secretary.”
The secretary, who was even called by name, hesitated not too long. The man, who came to the table without even seeing the broken teacup, spread out a stack of paper.
The poster, the size of the fourth verse, was clearly Ma Gwang-seok Dongapji. On the copy paper, the picture that Fran sent was blurryly enlarged. It was a scene of officer Brunen attacking the guard post bearing the flag of Albion mercilessly.
A small sheet of paper that had been rolled up with a sheet of paper was an extra edition of the newspaper. Under the master head of the Swift Gazette engraved on the top, a large headline was banging.
After looking into the printed material on the desk with the two, Clay hardened his face to avoid showing any relief.
'Chelle did it right!’
It was an exquisite timing.
"I don't think I've seen this in the evening edition."
"It's an extra from a low-key media outlet that's not usually carefully supervised by public information officers. As the content was about it, news spread throughout the capital as soon as it was distributed. At this rate, it's going to be a major obstacle to the ongoing operations."
Clayo didn't miss a single clue.
Usually, the deadline for evening papers was before noon. The main daily was to go through the censorship of Melchior before it was printed. You've got a weakness for your owners, haven't you?’
But it wasn't a major daily, and it wasn't even an evening edition.
There were three spelling errors and the space between words was open due to poor alignment of the type, and the words of the report written by Clayo and Chell were reproduced as they were.
Thanks to him, it was clear that the capital was able to be exposed to extra water at this speed.
"I'm so glad you're a nerd who's rich enough to throw away a sheet of Ma Kwang-seok as a paper poster.’
Whether the verification was bad or crude, the purpose of the report was to achieve it if it caused disturbances in time.
Melchior, who quickly grasped the content, asked the secretary.
"How much did it spread, exactly?"
"The photographs were copied into 15 major squares, including the Royal Circus, and the outer space was scattered throughout the capital as well as throughout the metropolitan Lundane history."
"It's already spread out."
"Shall we issue an executive order to withdraw?"
"Now? That's pointless intervention.”
Melchior of the Toulmin, the secretary is a grim look on his face.
At that time, another person asked for admittance to the office. This time, she was a woman with her hair up. She was also contemplated and reported to Melchior.
"There is a crowd gathering in front of the Bruneen embassy because of the sudden increase. We've added more police, but it's not enough, so we have to put the Capital Defense on standby. Please approve it."
Melchior calmly ordered without anger or excitement.
"Give it to Sir Pierce Klagen. Pick ten elite knights and send them to the Bruneen embassy. He doesn't want any friction with Brunnen either, so he'll take this order.”
"Yes."
The woman checked out as quickly as she came in. Melchior gave instructions to the other one.
"Give the message to Director Driscoll. As of 14 o'clock today, new information on the matter has been received, so stop investigating the witnesses involved in the treason charges. I order to wait after work is ordered. All other witnesses are released from house arrest."
"I'll carry it out."
The Toulmin secretary, who looked down and disappeared quickly out of office, such as when.
Clayo suddenly felt comfortable breathing. Just like the oxygen concentration in the room has changed.
I didn't realize it, but until now, my breath was crushed as if I had been stepped on by my feet.
Still in no hurry, Melchior picked up the outside of the table.
The bellicose sentences formed a peripheral emotional paragraph.
Bruneen's arrogant and cruel warlord devastated the border posts of the Shakyamuni.
at the same time
'Now there's no reason to hold on to the Kishion.’
Indeed, if Brunen made a military provocation, the actions of Kishion, who increased his forces even in a somewhat illegal manner, are also persuasive.
Arthur should also be released when the charges of Kishion's own creation are cleared. That's why Melchior stopped interrogation right away.
'The media smelled it, so they quickly released the kids before the article came up. He's a quick judge.'
If the eyes of the capital and parliament are on the land of Kishion, it will be difficult to maintain the blockade. The fact that it was blocked by only the Royal Guards without parliamentary approval made it a clear agreement.
Melchior himself knew that he had a weak justification for a few days in a row.
How can I not know?
"Schleiman Kishion is lucky. I can't believe all the excuses fit in such a ridiculous way. God doesn't want his loved ones to suffer more.”
Phallacs.
A single-page extra, beyond the crown prince's fingertips, fell to the floor. The gloves, which were white enough to create a sense of hypocrisy, left a black mark with less dry printing ink.
Only then did I realize it.
At least in this round, Clayo has the upper hand.
"The scale hasn't tilted to one side yet. On the other hand, the life of the Prophecy Wizard is at stake, and on the other hand, the purpose and hope of his colleagues. "Isn't Arthur good and upright, knowing that he will be betrayed by either."Melchior approached Clayo, who still held the window frame, without a sound.Clayo turns his head. The prince's side face and the scenery of the city come into view.Clattering.Standing next to him, the prince pushed up the window as if he wanted to enjoy the scenery outside the window.The gentle early summer breeze scattered the prince's pale gold hair."but after all this time, the Promise doesn't reach me, so she must have turned down the offer. I'm quite proud of you for enduring the treatment of the Director of the Interior Security.The hand that hands over the scattered hair to one side of the shoulder is gentle. A few hairs were buried at the end of his glove, shining like a trace of the sun.Now Clayo knows.The tone and content of the prince's words were not in tune with each other. He always speaks gentler, gruesome words, in a similar way."This is good enough. At least once, I wanted him to know about the pain of the world that he could suffer without falling to hell. God must have not forgotten my origin, either."Clayo asked the prince about his tight neck."Do you know how the world will be broken if you force a one-sided pledge of loyalty to the creator of history and deeply involved in the safety of this world?"I don't know. That's why I do it when I can."The wind blows between the horse and the horse's gap.The leaves of trees lined the Plumen Boulevard sing early summer songs, and the surface of the Tempus River twinkles like a mirror.Even the porter's movement with a bundle of paper tied to the back of the bicycle was cheerful.The paired birds were flying west. Beyond the river, I could see the forest of the Capital Defense University and the clock tower rising.The world outside the window was peaceful, just as what happened underground and in this shade."You have eyes that blame me. Hopefully, you too will be able to look back on now with all those memories after living your life again eight times. Is the accusation justified?"Melchior, who gave the answer, was looking at the sky outside the window, not Clayo.Clay felt paradoxical that even the existence of that backwater was under the influence of the conventional belief that God lived in heaven."A description that gives a holistic view of the current event is only possible after it's all over. It's only after all the present has become the past. But history is always what's happening in the present, and the choice should be made right away."Melchior, who sent a dry smile into his throat, added one more word.For one moment, the surface of the eyes, such as ore, flashed the violent madness that had been suppressed so far."I will regret it in my next life."Clay takes a step back, as if overwhelmed by Melchior, and hides his expression in the darkness of the room.The change in the angle of the year made the office dim. Among them, Clayo's face was blue because it was white.'There's no such thing as a next life.'The goal given to him was clear. To keep Melchior from knowing the truth.At the same time, we must also prevent Ether's detriment to the world. If the door of Manemoshinne is closed and the power of Ether is not available, Arthur's journey will be broken.How do we lead the war of man and the submission of the beast to victory?As seen in previous manuscripts, even after Ether's ashes and the doors of Manemosine were closed, the mana bearing mana stone was not completely extinct."If there are so many beasts in a world where the ether sensitivity and the sodmaster have disappeared....'Even if Melchior dies, what he means may come true. Not to let anything grow in the garden of God.Clayo's head got busy with calculations. "Memories" of "Promise" also went around fiercely. In order not to miss a line of descriptions, even a small hint and metaphor that BoA has given.The conclusion was self-evident.It was assumed that even that Melchior would be able to close the doors of Manemosine only by performing life-sustaining tactics under the influence of madness.'so, should I help this guy not go crazy right now?'You order Arthur to be tortured, and you run a secret police officer who takes out the bedroom door in the middle of the night?Even if it was due to God's blunder, Clayo, who faced him as one of the characters, could not understand and accept all those actions.The fingers of the left hand, which had been held tightly under the right hand, were hot and bitter as if they were going to break because of the separation, which was put up at the highest intensity for a long time.Clayo tried to repel his personal anger.He remembered his original purpose of taking time until an extra day came out, but he reorganized his posture to get the best results from the meeting."What if I promise to cooperate with you without using this method?"I didn't know this was the right way. However, this was the only game Clay could play against Melchior right now.The prince, who was still hit by the strong wind, only turns the angle of his chin a little. The face surrounded by platinum hair is as bright as a halo."I can't believe I can say that even though I understand everything. How can I hear you when you are not given as my deity? I don't know if you make a promise.""I won't make a promise to anyone in my life. But I've already alleviated your pain. It would be no exaggeration to say that you saved his life. Please trust me if you know the point. My will is not a lie.""What can I do to guarantee your will without a promise?""I'm a person who has a lot to protect. I have a lot of things."The sound of inappropriate laughter mixes with the sound of the wind.Melchior turned completely toward Clayo with his right arm on the window frame."Well, if you're in discord, you can confiscate the land and incorporate it into the royal territory. The current market price will be a great source of financial resources."Will the prince, who can bring the prince to the torture room, not be able to create an excuse to confiscate the assets of the honorary title owner?Clayo's eyebrows shivered.Even when Tasserton put a knife in his throat, he was not as scared."Yeah, then you gave me a sense of relief. Thanks to you, I was able to achieve many things. I appreciate that. How many times will you be willing to use humanitarian magic?""Of course.""And I have to trust that word and release Arthur freely again. What an unfair offer."Clayo was poor at answering.All of this was done by the will of God, and it was a rupture. What do you mean by expressing resentment against Clayo, who has no authority to reason with God?It was then.Knock, knock, knock.A series of urgent knocks were heard outside the office.It was not a guest but a caretaker because the guards didn't call him by name. Soon after, a thirsty voice came over the door."I know you're having an important meeting, but may I come in? It's a sudden report.""Let's do that."A 30-year-old man with a tired impression walked along with a roll of paper. I was in such a hurry that I was out of breath. The urgent and confidential news was clear.Clayo's hunch moved.'This, maybe....'"What's going on?""I beg you to hand over the passengers first, degradation."The man did not start reporting immediately, but waited for Melchior to release Clay."It's all right. Just report it.""Such."Didn't you, urgent news, Toulmin secretary.The secretary, who was even called by name, hesitated not too long. The man, who came to the table without even seeing the broken teacup, spread out a stack of paper.The poster, the size of the fourth verse, was clearly Ma Gwang-seok Dongapji. On the copy paper, the picture that Fran sent was blurryly enlarged. It was a scene of officer Brunen attacking the guard post bearing the flag of Albion mercilessly.A small sheet of paper that had been rolled up with a sheet of paper was an extra edition of the newspaper. Under the master head of the Swift Gazette engraved on the top, a large headline was banging.After looking into the printed material on the desk with the two, Clay hardened his face to avoid showing any relief.'Chelle did it right!'It was an exquisite timing."I don't think I've seen this in the evening edition.""It's an extra from a low-key media outlet that's not usually carefully supervised by public information officers. As the content was about it, news spread throughout the capital as soon as it was distributed. At this rate, it's going to be a major obstacle to the ongoing operations."Clayo didn't miss a single clue.Usually, the deadline for evening papers was before noon. The main daily was to go through the censorship of Melchior before it was printed. You've got a weakness for your owners, haven't you?'But it wasn't a major daily, and it wasn't even an evening edition.There were three spelling errors and the space between words was open due to poor alignment of the type, and the words of the report written by Clayo and Chell were reproduced as they were.Thanks to him, it was clear that the capital was able to be exposed to extra water at this speed."I'm so glad you're a nerd who's rich enough to throw away a sheet of Ma Kwang-seok as a paper poster.'Whether the verification was bad or crude, the purpose of the report was to achieve it if it caused disturbances in time.Melchior, who quickly grasped the content, asked the secretary."How much did it spread, exactly?""The photographs were copied into 15 major squares, including the Royal Circus, and the outer space was scattered throughout the capital as well as throughout the metropolitan Lundane history.""It's already spread out.""Shall we issue an executive order to withdraw?""Now? That's pointless intervention.Melchior of the Toulmin, the secretary is a grim look on his face.At that time, another person asked for admittance to the office. This time, she was a woman with her hair up. She was also contemplated and reported to Melchior."There is a crowd gathering in front of the Bruneen embassy because of the sudden increase. We've added more police, but it's not enough, so we have to put the Capital Defense on standby. Please approve it."Melchior calmly ordered without anger or excitement."Give it to Sir Pierce Klagen. Pick ten elite knights and send them to the Bruneen embassy. He doesn't want any friction with Brunnen either, so he'll take this order."Yes."The woman checked out as quickly as she came in. Melchior gave instructions to the other one."Give the message to Director Driscoll. As of 14 o'clock today, new information on the matter has been received, so stop investigating the witnesses involved in the treason charges. I order to wait after work is ordered. All other witnesses are released from house arrest.""I'll carry it out."The Toulmin secretary, who looked down and disappeared quickly out of office, such as when.Clayo suddenly felt comfortable breathing. Just like the oxygen concentration in the room has changed.I didn't realize it, but until now, my breath was crushed as if I had been stepped on by my feet.Still in no hurry, Melchior picked up the outside of the table.The bellicose sentences formed a peripheral emotional paragraph.Bruneen's arrogant and cruel warlord devastated the border posts of the Shakyamuni.at the same time'Now there's no reason to hold on to the Kishion.'Indeed, if Brunen made a military provocation, the actions of Kishion, who increased his forces even in a somewhat illegal manner, are also persuasive.Arthur should also be released when the charges of Kishion's own creation are cleared. That's why Melchior stopped interrogation right away.'The media smelled it, so they quickly released the kids before the article came up. He's a quick judge.'If the eyes of the capital and parliament are on the land of Kishion, it will be difficult to maintain the blockade. The fact that it was blocked by only the Royal Guards without parliamentary approval made it a clear agreement.Melchior himself knew that he had a weak justification for a few days in a row.How can I not know?"Schleiman Kishion is lucky. I can't believe all the excuses fit in such a ridiculous way. God doesn't want his loved ones to suffer more.Phallacs.A single-page extra, beyond the crown prince's fingertips, fell to the floor. The gloves, which were white enough to create a sense of hypocrisy, left a black mark with less dry printing ink.Only then did I realize it.At least in this round, Clayo has the upper hand.
