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Clayo just laughed.

After hugging the behemoth, who chooses fur with a brazen face, he recalled how much wine was left in the suit case he brought from home.

I happened to have a good one.

"Lucrasan lady goes with foie gras made with the same wine and honey, can't you?"

"I feel relieved that a spiritual being like the main grave will always fall for the same trick!"

"What if it's considered a consistent graveyard?"

"Hurry up and pour. Drink."

The behemoth, who threw a sleek back kick at Clayo who hugged him, flew like a giant flying squirrel and settled in front of a suitcase with wine.

Then he pushed the lock on the bag with his snout.

The Luhra wine had a bright scarlet-like golden color, similar to the Tokai wine of the other world.

A lady of noble birth on the border between the Bruneen Monarchy and the Crater Empire, it was sweet and tongue-tasting.

The fact that the mountain area is far away means that it is that rare. There were only two bottles of Luhra wine that Clayo obtained.

It was heartbreaking, but he made a decision to save the country and gave one of the bottles to the boy.

"Go to the Katnus restaurant and ask the manager to leave this wine and pack the foie gras and apple dishes glazed with honey and this Luhra wine here.”

"I'll have to let you know who introduced me to the restaurant. May I put your name, Asher?"

"…put Lady Dione's name on it and tell her to check it out. However, you can take the bill and bring it to me.”

"Yes, sir!"

The man who received enough money for the errand left the dormitory as if he were flying.

Two hours later, when the boy returned, the dish was still hot. The nail rumbled on the floor before even putting the round lid on the bowl.

Clayo stepped back and inserted the opener into the cork, taking care not to spill alcohol.

squeaky squeaking

Pong-

a shitty

in small steps.

"Hey, this is amazing!"

The behemoth, who licked the water bowl with a satisfied face, opened its mouth again.

"Even if you melt a hive and make a drink, it won't be this sweet."

Clayo, who had half a glass of wine for the generosity of Behemoth, brought out the point.

"Well, what did you think of?"

"Let's see, this is the main graveyard. It's been three years since I've been in school. Until then, the blood of the beast we got from the masturbation of the beast a thousand years ago was preserved."

"Yes."

"And one more thing. Ezra's ironclad grass grows over there in the northern mountains of Brunen. It's like a reed, but it looks big."

"But?"

"Escar's iron filings have the effect of chasing after the beasts when burned. The third-grade guy who was studying the principle mixed what he saw in Brunnen's old literature and drank it up with ether."

"You boiled reeds and water blood with ether? Ugh. Why the hell?"

"I don't know. He used to be a dreary guy with some dark magic. His blood porridge was called "Hydra's Poison." Can't you see the childishness of the name?"

"Well… well…."

Second grade syndrome was a serious illness. In this world, people take their lives.

"He blew up a building, ran mad and searched. Aren't you at a strange place in this school? Why would he leave that nice spot empty? It's because he blew himself up and pushed the whole building."

"Then what's that got to do with red eyes?"

"After eating something weird, the eyes and ether of the dumb wizard turned red. I saw it, too."

“!!!”

The Wizard's Red Eyes, which conducted some kind of dangerous experiment.

The red eyes of the assassins who attacked Arthur.

And "Hydra's Poison."

The connection seemed high as if a line was drawn with a red pen.

"Is Hydra's poison famous? Maybe I'm the only one who doesn't know?"

"No way. Even the mention is strictly confidential."

"But you didn't know."

"Yes, you may praise the main grave for providing clues to the case."

Beloved by alcohol and snacks, Behemoth lay down with both legs wide open and licked his front feet.

Clay Oman's blood pressure went up at the ease.

"No, if you knew that, I'd have told you earlier….”

"The grave is a genius, but it is not a complete existence! Can you think of what happened 97 years ago so soon! I remembered it when I saw it at the theater that day! If you live for a long time, you won't be able to read the truth!"

"My young lady is an old lady who has a vague memory of the past, and I forgot to tell you a lie. You've lived a hundred years, so you'll have to stay healthy for another thousand years."

Clayo, who felt like he had come back a long way, said sarcastic things, but Behemoth ignored him and suddenly criticized him.

"When did you say that the main grave was just a minor age when you were only unemployed?”

"What do you mean, combustion? You said you lived 100 years in school."

"Yes, I lived a hundred years by the River Tempus."

"And before that?"

"The grave can live anywhere near the gate of Manemoshin. That's the territory of the main grave. The territory of the main grave was vast."

"…Mr. Mo, are you actually an ancestral graveyard or something like that? Excuse me. May I ask your age?"

"I don't dare ask the mausoleum for his age."

"My dear…."

The conversation has gone to the mountains. After a long quarrel, one of the two men lay down on the bed together. Clayo, who chose to breathe, gently stroked the back of the fallen behemoth and returned to the main point.

"Do you have any more detailed records of what happened 97 years ago? The wizard's experimental records, the torture he saw, whatever. Can I find it in the school's St. Patin reading room?"

The library of the Capital Defense University's library, St. Patin's reading room, was full of ancient and ancient magic books.

The librarian was proud that it was the largest magic library on the continent.

"Not there."

"Where the hell do you find them if they're not at St. Paul's?"

"The case log and the book that the dumb son referred to will be in the king`s library. The king's guards of the time scraped away."

"The King of Kings?" Oh...!”

I remembered hearing from Arthur before. It was a place where only those authorized by the king could enter, and it had a collection of prohibited magic books or ancient books.

"Have you ever heard of it? The royal library is the royal sanctuary."

"Then you can't get any copies of the rest of the school."

"Trying the magic again in itself is prohibited, a copy of something. The madman's lab was half burnt when he died and the paper was burned together by the guards."

"So to find out more about the magic….”

"We must obtain permission from the king or the acting king."

"That can't believe that."

King Philippe of Albion is seriously ill and cannot see the history of the country. The current acting king of Albion is Melchior Riorgnan.

In other words, Melchior's permission is required to enter the king's library. But he doesn't even grant Aslan access.

사실만 쭉 나열했는데도 마음이 지쳐버렸다.

“거기 어떻게 몰래 들어갈 방법은 없나?”

“본묘에게 술을 잘 바치던 전전대 학장의 무릎위에서 듣기로, 국왕 서고는 결계로 지켜지는데다 국왕의 침실 앞 복도를 지나야 들어갈 수 있다 하더라. 이 나라에서 가장 중히 지켜질 장소를 뚫을 방법은 본묘의 영민한 머리로도 찾을 수 없다.”

“하아아아….”

클레이오는 잔 바닥에 한 모금 남은 와인을 울적한 마음으로 넘겼다.

전화를 걸러 사감실로 내려온 클레이오는 손의 땀이 배 쭈글쭈글해진 종잇조각을 들여다보며 한참을 더 망설였다.

그의 직통 전화번호가 적인 명함이었다.

'If you ask me to connect you with Melchior, I'll connect you, but I'm not willing to put my neck out of the lion's mouth.’

It was not long before Clay picked up the phone and gave the operator the phone number of Kinneyer.

The call was quickly connected.

Without much expectation, Clay asked Kinney to have a private meeting with Melchior.

Just 12 minutes later, I got a reply.

"Should it be an official interview?"

"No, it's personal."

"Then is tomorrow afternoon okay? The official schedule is set for the next six weeks, so it's hard to adjust. But tomorrow is his day off, so he says he'll allow an informal meeting at his residence."

Clayo thanked Kinney for his soulless gratitude.

I was dumbfounded even after I hung up the phone.

Is the prince a man who can meet on the phone?

But what would you say if you said you'd meet him?

"Let's let the other kids know after the work is done. I thought there was some damn document in the library. If there's a problem, I'll deal with it on my own, which Melchior can't read. They have so much to protect.’

***

The next afternoon, Clayo arrived alone at the royal castle.

Albion's royal castle has been expanding for a thousand years, starting with the "King's Hall," which was built under Leonid I.

In other words, the layout of buildings in the fence is more complex than that of an ant cave.

"I deserved to get lost at my birthday party. How does a building where people live look like a maze? If there is a fire, everyone will die.’

The driveway and central hall, which passed that day, were the most recently renovated part, following the latest trend.

However, behind the outer palace connected to the central hall, buildings that still retain their old appearance continued to be complicated.

It was a strange space mixed with a thousand years of style.

'Well, you couldn't fix it if you couldn't. You can't just push it and redevelop it.’

Jeongjin had a Korean-like appreciation and wondered if it would be heated in winter here.

I walked for almost an hour under the guidance of the silent servant. At the end of the day, the words "Can't we take a break?" came up to my throat.

Of course, the prince was waiting and it was not a sound to be said. Even now, Clayo is in a position to ask for a favor.

When I left the back door of the building, which is about the twelfth, the outer space came out again.

The servant led Clay outside with the door handle.

"The Crown Prince is waiting at his residence here."

"You're not going to show me to the side?”

"I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed access to any of these places, so please understand the wrong treatment."

The servant, who was cut with a polite but cool manner, disappeared without a sound through the door he entered.

"I'm going to have to go through this alone.’

Clayo, who was left alone, left the door unwillingly.

First of all, it was a foreign scene that unfolded before him, who prepared for the separation and took a solemn step.

What a weed field...?’

The garden in front of the outer palace was filled with magnificent fountains and statues between the main maze, which was not sticking out of a branch, which matched the dignity of the royal family.

However, the forest was so simple that it was unbelievably simple that it was inside the royal palace.

'You said it's weird. Where's the building again?

It was not until a long time later that the red roof and brick chimney were visible beyond the thick trees, vines, gray wooden fences, and the lean wooden bulkhead.

It was a small cottage that could only be seen in the countryside.

Is that it?

Without a choice, Clayo walked in the direction of the building.

There were many corners in the garden that people couldn't reach completely. Among the terracotta pomegranates in the shape of a snippet, there was an untidy weed. On top of the poorly woven arch, there was a tangled backwood vine.

Maybe it's because I went to the Queen's Garden not too long ago, but it's a terrible sight.’

As I turned the bend past the arch, there were a few late Anemones blooming beside the lonely pond.

Sua-a-a-ah-

Clayo felt a little late, lost his eyes to the petals of the Anemone flying in the wind.

A tall back wearing an outdoor pants was seen with a straw hat covering the sun, old boots, and a tweed vest with a worn hem.

'Melkior didn't say he was waiting... Oh, my God.

The man who worked in the garden with a deft touch feels the sense of presence and looks back on this side.

Clayo realizes.

I was able to recognize the flowers because this man was hiding his face in the shade.

It was a more unrealistic figure under the sun.

"Here you are, Lord Clayo."

"Wow, I see the decline of the Crown Prince."

Clayo almost chewed his tongue in embarrassment. It was Melchior who dressed up as a gardener.

"Finally, the fall roses are all gone. If you were a day or two late, you wouldn't have seen the flowers, but you're lucky."