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'It was a black butterfly.'

Callian once said,

'I still don't know the exact meaning of why it came out as it was for something other than what I thought, so I just decided I was right.'

Sitting at your fingertips, you look down at the Black Butterfly, who has been whispering in your mind that it is noisy. The sharp eyes didn't last long, so I bent gently.

Black butterfly.

The Black Butterfly.

After turning your head toward Adelia, who was standing far away, Alan smiles at you for the same number of times. And I looked down again. The mysterious wings that seemed to have been made of finely polished pieces of a corner of the sky fell in peace. I looked at him again for a while because he was impressed.

- Pasasar!

I rolled it into my fist and pressed it with all my might.

"Adelia."

The wings crumbling like black burning sand rush through your fingers and fall freely.

"· · · · · · · Butterfly. What, that's it?"

"You've mastered white. Adelia."

A voice that is never loud enters Adelia's ear far enough away to look smaller than your finger. Adelia looks sad to see Allen and the Black Butterfly so far.

Magic that shows fear in people.

It was a nasty magic that would make you live your whole life in a nightmare. What is the problem with wizards learning magic? If that magic is a type of dark magic, words will be different. Adelia learned that. He pretends to send Alan a giant magic with all kinds of attributes, and then implements another dark magic in between to send it to him.

And Alan saw the Black Butterfly.

"Isn't this dark magic? You're eager to expand your circles, so you're eager to learn things you shouldn't."

"There's nothing a wizard shouldn't do. If you want to learn, you want to learn everything."

"It is not a mouth pierced to spit anything, but it is not a head that relies on learning anything. You lived to rot, and you didn't know one thing."

"I guess I've lived too long to forget. Anyway, I was wondering what the youngsters are most afraid of nowadays. What are butterflies? That's great. Rumor has it he's afraid of butterflies. Alan Manasil."

"Did you think you'd find the Sispanian if you wrote this to Alan Manasil?"

"Yeah. At least I thought he'd show up. I'm disappointed."

It was a long time ago that the dark magic had vanished from the continent. He told them to transform one of the dark magic, "Taming," and get rid of all but raising birds that carry letters.

"The more you learn, the less work you have to do. Have you crawled into the world without realizing one?"

"Don't be scared. I've never used it before. Don't get too tight. You didn't even get in there."

Get used to dark magic. Stick a stone in your heart.

Allen, who witnessed the wizard's twisted curiosity, clenches his tongue.

Allen, who took away the magic from Adelia, regains his strength once again, as if he had nothing more to say.

- Kuwung · · · · · · · · ·.

I feel like the air is flowing backwards in every direction.

The earth shook and the sky cried. The ground that was repeated as a split path turned into the floor of a drained river. If I could see the land of salt that was lying around the Great Desert, I would probably look like this.

I wondered if I could think of one or two crumbs of the land that seemed to have cracks all around me, but then I remembered a small pebble and a stone that looked like a fist. A boulder rises and a boulder rises. Allan's fingers float in the air, revealing the entire floor.

- Shit!

- Bloop!

The flood between Allen and Adelia ignites. Through the red light comes the blue light, and in the end comes the black light. The debris from the ground that was swirling in the air stopped in sequence, with a fire of temperatures hard to fathom in its head. And...

- Shit!

Alan announces his objective for the flames.

- Pot!

Adelia's appearance disappears. And then he appeared behind Alan.

The black flames do not stop or hesitate. You continue past Allen and continue to turn toward Adelia. The tip of Adelia's robe melts away.

- Yuck!

- Yippee!

The Black Flame is relentless no matter where Adelia appears, as if she will never change her target.

A few of the fireballs hit Adelia's shield. An ice sheet overlaid with gray Great Shield melts away as soon as it touches Alan's fire. A black flame that seems to set the darkness ablaze grazed Adelia's shoulder.

I only touched it, but I can feel the pain like my skin is burning.

Adelia draws on her magic.

You move the gravity around again to stop the fireballs. You lift a lump of water that clumps between the cracked floors after losing its shape. A huge chunk of water spreads out like a huge tent, covering the sky above Alan and Adelia's head. And it poured out.

- Cheers!

The water that could not be extinguished creates a huge cloud, and it rains again. Adelia freezes the rain. The blazing flames continue to pour their magic into the blue light, and again into the red light until they disappear.

As the flames subside, sharp, frozen raindrops surge towards Alan. Allen's body sees it, surrounded by an intangible shield. One by one, the sharpened ice flies to Allan and strikes the shield.

But I didn't hear anything.

You hear no sound of ice clogged in the shield, nor the sound of Allen dodging it. Like you left one of the giant wizards' pockets open. The shield absorbs all the days of the ice that Adelia attacked.

- Profit.

In a minute.

You see a straight line of gold just behind Adelia. And in the meantime, I wondered if Alan's back would be reflected in the distance.

- Shhh! Shhh!

A few moments ago, the day of the ice that flew away toward Allen spills through the cracks. Instead of stopping Adelia's attack, Allan uses great power to connect her surroundings and the space behind her.

"· · · · · · Annoyingly."

Quickly, Adelia, who once again made a shield to protect herself from her attacks, speaks an insulting word.

A stone in the heart.

A stone that boosts the power of the Seven Circle Master.

I haven't used that power properly yet. Of course, Allen didn't put all his strength into it, but so did Adelia.

Adelia closes her eyes for a moment as she lowers her hands to the ground. The circle in your heart begins to spin crazily and emits a red aura of black pebbles in between. When Alan's glances were slightly frowned upon.

- You said it was noisy.

The voice that sounded like a voice echoes Alan's ears again. This time, the same sound was heard in Adelia's ears. A Black Butterfly flies away again, reliant on the dark magic of Adelia to give you one warning, but obliviously vanished from Alan's hands.

It wasn't fake.

It was not a vision that brought out the fear in Alan's mind. The first time was clearly Alan's fear, but not this time.

- Falang, Falang.

The flame that burned on the wings stops.

The wind that was blowing on two flaps stops.

The time that flowed on the three wings stopped.

Just one butterfly.

That little butterfly's wings stopped the whole world. How dare they think of it as welcome.

"Extremely great."

In a world where everything stopped, the two archaeologists, who were just small creatures in front of the ancient dragons, stopped fighting. I bow my head and say hello.

"· · · · · · Meet the Sispanian."

It's worth it to Kalian.

He showed up unexpectedly and was thankful that one day he was comforting and that one day he accepted the blame.

He is a living, breathing ancestor to Plants.

The white jewel in the Royal Treasure Depot was the person who caused the ridiculous name "My Fanny the Scariest in the World" to be engraved on it, and it was a vague figure who disappeared like a flame, rather than looking back at the dead face in the cavity visited for Roselita.

And for most people, it was something like an old fairy tale book or a faded portrait.

But for the wizards, it was like Serenti. Rather, he was more absolute than Serenti. Maybe the dinosaur who supports the cystera instead of the sleeping god himself is the god of all wizards. Since I met such a creature in front of my eyes, it was hard to keep my mind from being nervous even though I knew that I had come here by a will that was not natural.

"Sorry for the commotion."

Perhaps if it were Kalian, they wouldn't be in the Stone Chamber of the Royal Palace of Cairis or in the Sispanian Nest, but unfortunately, they were both real wizards. It is a miracle to remember the first thing the Sispanians said and to say their apologies.

Noisy, by the way. The Sispanians aren't here twice to stop a duel between two Human Wizards.

Falak, Falak.

Once again, the Black Butterfly lands on Alan's fingertips and twists its wings.

- I'm worried about cutting off Danu's roots.

And he said he was right to stop the fight.

A land so deeply divided that it is hard to see the end, a town completely incinerated and difficult to find its form, and a giant crater made by collision with a piece of stars. Adelia looks down and answers, briefly exploring the ruined old town of Elves.

"I didn't realize the Mother Tree's origins reached this far."

In front of curiosity, the troubled wizard, who is dark magic, the pebble of Zeon, and has nothing to hide, only said what was right.

Most of them weren't me. That little hairy freak over there didn't make excuses. I couldn't be so relaxed. Adelia has become a face that has never been seen before, so she forgets to put the Sispanian on her hands and makes a ridiculous laugh.

- I understand.

Once more, a black swarm of light flows from the fluttering butterfly's body, nodding. A group of glittering stars flows away as if sweeping through the sky once, sweeping away the earth once.

- Saaaa · · · · · · · · ·.

Surprisingly, everything that was hurt and burned began to return to its place. The earth that had become ashes sprung up grass and stars appeared in the cloudy sky.

It's like passing time backwards.

- But leave this place intact. Danu's request.

Neither of them answered. No, it's only right that I didn't have time to answer. The Black Butterfly, who told the two wizards what to say, flew to the distant sky and disappeared.

Alan laughs.

If I put that Black pebble in my heart, I think I can draw a sword on the Sispanians. The young disciple said that. Callian said that he had even met the natives, not the will of the Sispanians who were now visiting them.

Who else in the world would put a knife in front of a guy like that besides Calian?

"· · · · · · Beautiful young man is truly extraordinary."

It means he said something completely crazy.

When Alan looks down at the end of the constellation following the butterfly's wings, murmuring like that, he doesn't seem to be going anywhere.

* * *

The long night went on.

"Prince Kalian has decided to intervene."

"Will you help me bring down Prince Chase?"

"No. This is retaliation for the downfall of Prince Plants and for threatening Hina."

"Perfect."

Kiri reported the situation to Arsen, who was reporting to the Royal Knights of Cecritia, who were dying and disappearing at Tailan's hands. Arsen, who had been escorting Kyrie for a while, wakes up.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to help. I just have to watch." "

Devilan is a butcher. He has slaughtered.

Who knows there's Tailan behind it? Now that Tailan is slaughtering the Knights of the Royal Court, will it be seen as treachery and forgiveness, or as a threat that will not disappear?

"Lord Bern. No nobleman in the world wants the power of the monarch to be strong alone."

I thought about what Plants said a lot at this moment, but I don't know what to do. You're right.

"If Cairys has agreed to intervene and that intervention is legitimate this time, we can step in." Lord Castrin is out there because of our prince. "

Chase couldn't have sent Tailan here so quickly.

Chase couldn't stand what Devil was trying to do to Calian again. How can we just leave it at that?

Instead of having Tailan wipe out all those knights by himself and fill Chase with the label "Son of the Devil," let's just do it for a second.

Arsen, who teleported out of the window and into the middle of the already diminished Knights of Devil Lane, laughs.

"Greetings. I am Arsen Hertz, deputy commander of Cairis Balkan."

No nobleman wants a strong monarch by himself, but the ones who will protect themselves from the next country with a stronger force are the ones who will welcome them even more.

- Yuck!

This time, I don't want to start a war on this land, but deputy commander Balkan, who went out to return this land to its original owner. Along the side of Arsen Hertz, numerous ice windows opened the atmosphere.

All the knights' swords have been broken and disappeared.

* * *

The sun came up.

A long, dark night passed.

Plants slept long and long. The sun rose again, the moon rose again, and again, I slept during the sunrise and sunset.

- You're gonna walk anyway. You know that, right?

- Enough of this meaningless rebellion.

I keep thinking of the voice I wanted to forget.

- · · · · · · · Qajik!

I keep remembering the feeling of the tip of my hand stabbing someone's heart.

A smart head who can't forget it doesn't sleep completely in a dream.

In the end, many days I open my eyes in an unforgettable fluorine, so I haven't been able to get much sleep for a long time.

That made me sleep longer and longer.

Reached out to the anesthetic and fell asleep.

Maybe it's because I fell asleep smelling darker flowers than I smelled blood.

This time I was sweet and smelled like God all night long. I was intoxicated by the smell of Sidi God and slept for a long time. I slept for a long time because of the strange smell, not the smell of blood.

And when I opened my eyes.

"Would you like some?"

Instead of asking me if I woke up, my younger brother offered me a yellow and elongated banana instead of a cod that I promised to eat as if it were a wish.

He doesn't ask me if I slept well, he doesn't ask me if I had any more pain, and he doesn't thank me for my help. I gave out bananas.

The pile is bananas, but the room smells of tangerine. It looks like it's full of green tangerines that only have skin left. Plants has finally lifted one lip and lifted the only reason why the dream was so sweet and smelly.

"· · · · · · · No."

Do you think I'm you?

With a slight frown, Plants points his finger at the table. There was one last tangerine left to eat.

"I know you can't eat shoes."

"It's no different."

I don't know how many days I slept, but my stomach was empty.

While Plants was sleeping, Calian, who had forgotten all the tangerines that were piled up by himself, opened his mouth after picking a horse for a long time.

"I've got it. Thanks to you."

Snake.

Along with that, Plants accepted one of the cinnamon tangerines.

It tasted sweet from the Sidi Cinnamon Tangerine my brother gave me.