God’s Work (3)
“Arthur.”
Cleo squinted his eyes at Arthur as he set the tray down on the bedside table.
I was worried and curious about how the wound was and whether the poison had been completely eliminated.
Even if I asked him, I wouldn’t be able to get an honest answer from him. It was faster to look into it through “Perception”.
Cleo lightly stroked the ‘promise’.
Arthur’s movements as he set the table were brisk, and there was no smell of blood or pus. Only the faint scent of soap and shaving cream lingered.
The healing magic that used up every last bit of ether seemed to have been successful.
“Mrs. Canton made your cook, Gael, make it. If you’re up, have some soup and then go back to sleep. You’ve been starving for a whole day since you came out of the remembered world.”
Cleo looked into the bowl before him.
Milky bone broth, a faint scent of bouquet garni, and thinly sliced leeks.
It was a Tristan-style soup dish.
‘Ah, Seolleongtang.’
Arthur kept chattering, glad that Clayo was awake.
“Wow, the Archbishop has definitely come and gone, and my complexion has improved.”
“…Archbishop? How can someone who can’t even wake up come here?”
Cleo denied defensively.
Are you saying that wasn’t a dream?
“That was how it was until then. But you woke up yesterday. As soon as you woke up, you asked if there were any victims from the remembered world. As soon as you heard the news, you quickly ran to me. Kleio is sick! Hey, stop. Talk while eating soup.”
Under Arthur’s insistence, Cleo ate spoonfuls of the clear soup without even tasting it.
Arthur was so touched that his friend, who had been sick and not even able to come to his senses, was now in human form, and his attention was completely focused on the dwindling water level in the soup.
“Anyway, the Archbishop just came and went. He came in and opened the bedroom door, but when the headmaster came and prepared some tea, he already closed the door and came out. I wondered what he had done in that short time, but the power of the divine is truly amazing.”
Cleo has seen the beginning of the universe and the garden of the gods, but in the real world, only a moment has passed.
That conversation probably didn’t need to be edited.
What happened outside the palimpsest, what happened in their time was separate from it.
Clayo’s hand holding the spoon stopped in midair again. Her brown and green eyes grew blurry.
Arthur grew anxious that Cleo might lose consciousness again.
“Ray, Ray! Are you okay?”
“Ah… It’s okay. I just wondered how I could have not even noticed when the Archbishop came by… I was just a little shocked.”
Arthur joked as he wiped away the stew that had spilled over the outside of the bowl with the remaining napkin.
“What is it? It looks like you were dumped by Archbishop Istoria. Well, if the gentleman who never opened his eyes even when I went to see him came and went while I was sleeping, the student who had a crush on him would feel heartbroken. Oh, is that so?”
“Hey, no. That’s not true.”
Arthur’s habit of saying things like “I like the Archbishop” was just that.
Even though he knew it was a joke to lighten the mood, Cleo, who was in a bad mood, slowly fell for Arthur’s pace.
“Then why do my ears turn red? Why can’t I swallow the soup I’m eating? Huh?”
Unable to ignore the low-level teasing in an adult-like manner, Cleo gulped down the remaining soup in a bowl.
Moon.
Clio was afraid that Arthur would tease him again if he didn’t answer properly, so he answered bluntly.
“I’ll answer you just once, so don’t tease me about this again. The Archbishop of Istoria is like my first love.”
Arthur blinked his big eyes, then slapped my thigh and burst into laughter.
“First love! This can’t be happening! First love! It couldn’t be someone I knew after I started school. If she was that beautiful, there’s no way she wouldn’t be talked about in the capital. Then Ray, tell me more about her. If she was your nanny when you were three, or your tutor when you were six, that’s not valid.”
“No way. My tutor was a man.”
After the fever went down and the pain subsided, Cleo slowly came to his senses as he warmed his stomach with hot soup.
Seeing Arthur trying to ease his friend’s pain and make him feel better, even though he had no idea what had really happened, it felt like the lump in my throat was slowly melting away.
“Anyway, thank you for calling the Archbishop and for your efforts.”
“Is this something to be thankful for? Who did you do this to?”
Arthur’s grumbling sounded light at first glance, but underneath, at the deepest level, was a bitter sense of guilt.
Clayo just laughed heartily.
“If we really have to pick a cause, isn’t it this thing?”
The wizard grabbed the wand that he had left in the middle of the sheet while he was eating. It was quite comfortable because it came to him automatically when he just stretched out his hand.
When the magic tool materialized, the peacock image on his arm disappeared, and only blue veins stood out here and there on his pale arm revealed under his rolled-up sleeve.
The wand in his hand shed an incongruous, strange light.
Arthur looked at the elaborate and beautiful appearance of the magic tool and made an expression as if he had been cut by a sword.
“Ray, your arm doesn’t hurt anymore, right?”
“Oh. If you’re sick, you’ll use magic tools. It looks like shit, but it’s really good. Even if there’s just one drop of ether left, I can easily pull off [Defense] magic.”
“I’m so glad.”
The Duke’s Wand was necrotizing Kleio’s arm until Regina arrived.
Arthur wanted to ask someone if they could ease his pain even if it meant giving up his magic tools.
The condition of the wizards who could solve the problem was not particularly better than Clayo’s, so no answer was found.
Arthur kept his tone light, quietly leaving his true feelings about the Duke’s wand hidden.
“Your fever won’t go down and your arm muscles are moving on their own. I was thinking of calling Fran.”
“Oh my, Arthur. He can’t handle this.”
“Fran is the most genius person I know.”
“Even if you’re a genius, you’re not omnipotent. Don’t burden Fran. And isn’t that what you need to hear about geniuses? You’re a level 7 swordsman now. Oh my.”
Arthur reached level 7 inside the dungeon during his fight with Aslan.
“Oh, thinking about it makes me angry again. If that bastard Aslan hadn’t come inside with poison on his sword, I wouldn’t have seen such a dirty sight.”
When the topic changed to my story, the third prince scratched the back of his head with an embarrassed expression.
“Yes, the doctor who looked at me said the same thing. He said I was exposed to a poison related to magic, not a normal poison.”
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Cleo put the wand back into his arm and started to flail his fists, almost swinging his sword at the air.
“Hah, the dignity of the aristocracy is so bad that the Aslan is a low -end assassin.”
Arthur, hearing Kleio’s selling, suddenly remembered Aslan in Mainrat.
The strictness of those who considered using poison to be against the Tao, and the arrogance of those who believed themselves to be supreme beings.
“Hmm, but this time… I don’t know if Aslan knew and used the poison on purpose or not. It’s not like he was trying to be kind, and it’s not in his taste to get his hands dirty like that.”
Kleio also heard about how Aslan behaved during the duel at Minerat.
My opinion of him as a f*cking arrogant, blue-blooded traitor has not changed then or now.
Because that is Aslan’s role in this narrative.
He is destined to do so, whether he wants to or not.
Arthur seems to have doubts about that, though.
“Arthur, Aslan kills his knights when the ether is about to run out. Then the ether will rise again. And the blood of the knights with red ether is poison.
“Whether intentional or not, Aslan did poison you. If the author who has already walked the path of destruction stands at the top of a tower built on blood and believes that only his own hands can be clean, then he is foolish.”
As he spoke, Cleo had a somewhat cynical smile on his face.
There was no need to curse Aslan.
Because he himself would repeat such impossible and foolish attempts. In order to leave Arthur’s hands clean.
Arthur waved his arms, wondering how he could interpret that smile.
“Ray, you don’t look like that, but you tend to say things that are actually quite aggressive.”
“Isn’t this a violent situation? What happened to the kids? Didn’t Aslan do something bad because you prevented his knights from coming in?”
In order to allow Kleio into the ‘City of Eternal Winter’, the twins Chel and Angelium used force to stop Aslan’s knights.
I was worried that I might get hurt because of it.
“Ah! That. Dude, it’s already past. Even if he’s Aslan’s subordinate, would he go around saying that a full-fledged knight got beaten up by a student? They have their own set of rules.”
“Even if you let that slide for the sake of saving face, what happened to the report on the destruction of the remembered world? You can’t just rewrite it appropriately because Aslan is there.”
Arthur put his hand on his forehead and let out a sigh.
Clayo has always been like this.
After struggling to survive, he finally regains some of his energy and tries to act as an uncle again.
“Come on, don’t get excited. The report was submitted this morning. I wrote it, and it’s a heartwarming story about how I worked well with Aslan to defeat the demons.”
“her!”
“Of course, Aslan signed my report too.”
Aslan, who was injured in the fight with Arthur, also returned to this side intact as the remembered world was destroyed.
Hileida also let slip that Juleika had fainted when the noble enemy was brought in covered in blood.
Still, Aslan was less hurt than Clayo.
After waking up one night, Arthur politely handed him a copy of the report, read it, and silently signed it.
Of course, Arthur’s gaze, which seemed to want to kill him, became even more intense, but that part was somewhat ignored.
He had already tried to kill this side several times. The fact that he could not complete the execution was entirely due to Aslan’s lack of ability.
I can’t say sorry for not being able to let you die quietly.
“Aslan… well, I’m not in a position to make an official complaint. But does Melchior believe the report you wrote?”
“You won’t believe it. But the report isn’t just for our crown prince to see. The story of the two and three princes working together in a friendly manner to destroy the world where the terrifying cold hand came from is a hot topic not only among the daily newspaper reporters chasing the scoop but also among the embassy secretaries. There’s no way we can’t publish this report.”
The work done by Arthur, who was lying face down on the bed, was impeccable.
Clayo couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.
“Hey, Arthur Riognane. You’re getting things done now. You’re acting like a celebrity.”
“Ray, are you the only one who can do it?”
“Me? I didn’t do anything that stood out in front of people this time.”
“Do you think the reporters were just trying to cover me? Right now, there are three dozen reporters and photographers gathered outside the main gate, staying up all night. They want to get at least one line of news about you.”
Clayo’s pupils shook without mercy.
“Are you kidding me? Should we just talk more about our first loves?”
Arthur rubbed his forehead again.
How can it be considered inconspicuous to jointly install the school barrier with the Royal Magic Institute, perform climate magic directly, and finally destroy the remembered world to obtain an unprecedented great magic tool as the first contributor?
‘It’s less noticeable than flying over the capital and sprinkling rain, though.’
Arthur shook his head.
no.
Maybe the smart kid was trying to avoid it because he couldn’t accept that his peaceful life as a wealthy young man had completely fallen apart.
Cleo muttered with a somewhat bewildered expression.
“There aren’t any letters or flowers or anything like that piling up like before….”
“That was blocked by the Internal Security Service right after they received my report due to security issues. You can’t hide your new magic tool… I tried to minimize its functions as much as possible, but it didn’t seem to work. They said they had to keep it secure, so they blocked all mail. They only brought Mrs. Canton’s soup in specially.”
“I really appreciate that.”
Like Arthur, Cleo pressed the knuckle of his index finger against the side of his forehead.
He was pushing away the truly scary person while being angry at Aslan.
It was only half a year ago that I was dragged out of this very bedroom by Internal Security Service agents.
And yet, they let those dogs in blue uniforms loose here again.
‘What a price to pay for such an entertaining interlude. Yes, Melchior would pay even more.’
Clayo had no choice but to admit it.
The commotion surrounding him was on a different level than when he had previously received the title of Capital Defense Commander.
The memory of receiving the Medal of Honor is still vivid, but now another heroic tale has been added to it.
Arthur and himself have now come to the middle of the ocean.
“A lot of things are really going to change now.”
“Yeah. But I’ll think about that tomorrow and sleep a little more for now.”
“okay….”
I think I was watching Arthur’s back as he packed up the dishes and turned off the gas light, but then I lost consciousness again.
Behemoth, who had returned from inspecting the territory, lay down next to the owner of the room as if protecting him.
The new Clayo, who was on guard duty as a cat, slept deeply.
It was a dreamless sleep.
