285 City of eternal winter (3)

It was because of the slow movement that it was possible to think about this and that.

Clay couldn't move fast. It was because he was close to running out of ether to deal with "the aristocrats of heaven."

Two backpacks, which had become heavy due to food, were taken by Isiel, and hung on the shoulder without much difficulty.

With the warehouse and the harbor behind him, he was vaguely walking east and found the Pontecca River. The shape of the broken bridge was unique.

It was easier from there. With the river on the left, he walked more carefully, looking for a healthy bridge.

On the other side of the river, serious erosion occurred, causing a gap that could not be skipped by the leap of a five-level prosecutor or the magic of a six-level wizard.

It was caused by a "harsh" lurking under the water.

The residential area on the right, which is relatively normal, was also not in good condition.

The road across the city seemed to have stopped after everything that could have happened during the city's blockade at the same time.

On the straight road, a truck with a dismantled factory machine is stopped in the middle of the road, and there is no driver in the cars with keys.

If you walk 20 more steps from there.

There comes a road dug up by a bomb and muddy. The wreckage of the fallen anti-tank is still in disarray.

If you walk 14 more steps from there.

The antique furniture broken with a hand axe and carved like firewood is tied to the ice sledge and left on the edge of the frozen road.

Nine steps again.

The snow lay knee-deep. At the corner of the road, where there are traces of repeated melting, a shoe rolls around between the pieces of the brick, but there is no trace of the owner of the shoe.

The strangeness of the place where human traces are left, and the space where only human beings have been completely deleted, has come to mind.

Clayo stifled his anxiety and turned to the right.

The buildings lined up looking at the river were jagged.

Unblemished walls, bomb-damaged ruins, smothered windows of soot, and geranium pots beyond the glittering iron-collar decorations intersected each building in such a way that there could be no balconies that glow.

After the building, which blocked the broken glass with plywood, the beautiful fafiade decorated with blue and yellow was revealed as if the movie of the Empire remained.

However, as he passed the block again, he found a building with a snow-covered house and a faded political poster.

Originally neatly arranged, the streets of the mansion and garden were not reproducing a period of time in the city.

Each side of the building was fingerprinted with the seasons and circumstances of different years.

As in the mixed memories, many years of appearance are presented simultaneously.

That's probably why this is a 'remembered world.'

I don't know whose world it is.

The only evidence that the streets belonged to the same place was the traces of the shin height, which was kicked out after the "harsh" death.

Repeatedly freezing and melting, all the first floor of the building had paint falling off and the exterior materials were soaked.

It was a place where my head would be weird if I stayed still.

Clayo opened his mouth first to change the strange atmosphere.

"I think Aslan is making predictions about the world that is remembered to a certain extent, including collecting torture documents and behavior.”

"Yes, it only appears at the most extraordinary moment, so it seems certain to read the signs in any way."

"You won't be able to reach the master clock right away, so you won't have to worry about us being too late."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Well, first of all, you can't move if it's dark here. It was afternoon when we came in, so the sun will set soon. Let's go a little further, and if there is a house that looks holy, let's stay there for the night."

As we head eastward, the proportion of destroyed buildings has increased more than that of holy buildings. The cool weather, which had remained warm, has already subsided into gray.

Isiel was alert and scoured throughout the scope of the inspection.

There was no movement or voice, nor the flow of the ether from the beast.

"If there's nothing like this, walking doesn't seem to be a problem even if the sun sets."

"It'll be a problem."

Where there's nothing.

It was just as Clayo said.

The space had been in terrible silence ever since a group of beasts who attacked the warehouse had gone away.

But if you have to stop moving forward....

Isiel thought.

And I found the answer.

"Before coming in, the sky was dark when the cold spell covered Lundane. If you think about the context, will it come out again after dark?"

"That's right. When the sun goes down, the temperature will be unbearable outside. I don't know what happened in here before we came in, but... The cold is coming back."

'And Aslan didn't seem to know that.’

When he jumped into the door of Manemoshine, Aslan had no additional shoes, and his appearance was light. The only articles that followed him were the thin tunics in awe.

"Have a hard time.’

Set-

It's a piece of cake.

Isiel and Clayo stopped walking at the same time.

At the end of the river and road, which were thinned by perspective, black energy was falling, encroaching on the sunset.

Clayo said, pushing open the gate of the only stately building in the block.

"You'd better stop here for today and go in."

Isiel was also quick to keep pace with Clay.

It was better indoors than outdoors to avoid 'harsh.' In addition, they moved through the floor, making it easier for them to hold even one floor high.

In the last manuscript, the sun rose again after a few hours and the cold receded. Instead of facing each other, I decided to hide.

'There are others out there, and I've tried to make sure Lundane doesn't get ruined... Why would I have to face that here?’

The time limit had to be drastically reduced, but it wasn't a big problem for Clayo, who didn't have to search the city to find the master clock.

"They are like moths that attack the fire when they raise the ether, so it was the way to save strength and ether to stay silent with the harness until they passed by."

Not knowing that, the last plaintiffs were in great danger as they tried to break through the freezing cold and the darkness of crawling on the floor.

'But I think it's Aslan who gets caught this time. Unlike Arthur, he doesn't have the foreground skills to use for the shelter.’

Aslan is bound to fail. It was the only thing I liked about this dungeon.

"Let's just wait three or four hours. It'll probably pass by then."

At Clayo's words, Isiel nodded his head.

The mansion built in the middle of the flowering garden was very clean.

However, everything seemed to be prone to collapse as if it had been neglected for about a century. The furniture on the first floor had all collapsed due to the 'harsh' attack.

The two climbed up the central stairwell and picked out a room in the middle of the third floor. I checked the inside and checked the bathroom, but I couldn't get any drinking water.

Under the scattered bed, a packed suitcase was left open. Shirts, pants, handkerchiefs, socks. It was so vivid that it looked strange.

Is this really just a fantasy?

Are these things not real?

Memory is not a concrete entity as it is.

'Memory' is the result of a fierce struggle over what to leave behind from the past.

The past is repeatedly talked about, rekindled, and remembered by letters and views. It is a past that has been chosen not to be buried and actively forgotten, and a privileged past.

At the same time, the memory belongs to Manemoshine, the mother of Mussai.

So what are they trying to do with this memory?

What do you want to achieve with a fantasy that is repeated if you don't break it, a falsehood that is already gone?

Clayo shook his head to shake off the odds and ends.

'Oh, what's the point of thinking about it? It's not even an immediate answer.’

Rather than thinking about people who had already disappeared a long time ago, it was better to cycle the ether one more time before sleeping.

Clayo, who pushed the suitcase roughly with his foot, took off his coat and lay on the armrest of one of the long chairs in the bedroom. I thought I would never get up if I spread out of bed.

It was dark outside the window.

The cold spell hit the bottom and broke the paving stone and stopped the river. The whole city rang hollow with the cold freezing sound.

The temperature of the third floor, which was not directly affected by the beast, also dropped sharply.

It was the right time to use the cap coat and the mana stone ruby in the summer garden.

Thanks to a long walk from outside, the coat was almost dry. Clayo spread out his stiff coat and covered himself with salt water.

Then he took out the liver stove and supported it under his waist. It was the sad choice of the man with the ache in his body. I could hear myself sick.

"Oh, dear. Then I'll take a break. You'd better relax for a while, Isiel. It's going to be a pushover from now."

Your opinion makes sense. Can I sit next to you?”

"As much as you want."

Isiel stepped aside and sat next to the long chair that Clay gave him.

It seemed reasonable to use colleagues' body temperatures and harnesses rather than using [hardening], as the cold spell would stick to it in response to the outbreak of ether.

Clayo, who spread out his coat and prepared to cover Isiel's knee, soon fell asleep due to ether exhaustion and fatigue.

He used climate magic, entered the remembered world, fell into the sea, and confronted the beast in the food storehouse. I couldn't stay awake with his physical strength.

Before I knew it, my breath was white like steam inside, and white frost began to cover the dark windows.

Clayo, who turned his head to his side, soon made an even breath. Isiel held Melamide's sword tightly after letting his colleague's head go straight.

She stared beyond the darkness, listening to the cold encroaching on the city.

***

After the six-hour cold spell that had occupied the city had receded, he crossed the Pontanka River to the east and turned north toward the Marinsky Palace.

It also took a considerable amount of time to travel less than 7 kilometers. It was because of the game.

As we entered the heart of the city, the surrounding area became noisy.

Another group of 'noblemen in the sky' did not come down close, only occasionally scattering artillery from high places.

However, pieces decorating the upper part of the historic building began to block the two.

Various sculptures have attacked Clay and Isiel, who regard everything moving as an intruder to the city.

Yikes!

Kaga's coming!

At the next corner, a lion and an eagle moved alive and attacked Isiel and Clayo.

The claws of predators and birds of prey struck a quick [defensive] spell and set off a flame.

Clayo shot the golden arrow at the flying beast.

In the eyes of Masu, who ran close, Isiel's three swords were inserted.

Kiehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Swoosh!

The great training after the Zhenzs Castle incident led Isiel's sword to a higher level.

Thanks to the accumulation of three times as much experience as the only benefit of the world remembered, Isiel's knife-cutting became more and more sophisticated during the fight.

After passing between the broken road and the mansion where the walls were broken and exposed, the two finally reached the point of the Winter Palace.

At the entrance to the Admiral Teisky Boulevard, a huge bronze horse was flying out of Dekabrist Square.

The couple stopped there.

Whoo-hoo-ing!

Phytr the Great, which was originally mounted as a rider on the horse, disappeared somewhere.

The horse without a rider kept its neck closed to the snake, which had been pressed under its feet for a century, and drooled from its mouth.

The snake's serpentine teeth flowed and melted the floor black.

Laughing! Laughing.

a profit from a tooth

The message of 'promise' came to mind.

Lost Bronze Horse

- Categorization: Dead number

-Level: 6]

It was the highest level of the number of wins ever made in this dungeon.

As if to respond to the movement of the bronze horse, the Neva River over the square was overturned and the river came into contact.

Cracks on the floor stretched deep into the front of St. Isaac's Cathedral, and the black water was so deep that the depth of the water was unknown.

Originally, this was a city built on a swamp.

Waves in the Gulf of Finland were eroding the foundation of the 'harsh' collapse. The more wild the beasts ran, the faster the erosion became.

In the middle of this miserable landscape, the gold dome of the St. Isaac's Cathedral was painted with gray, and the cut-off angels looked down on them without a head.

I didn't want to go further, but the other way to the palace was blocked. It was either submerged or buried in the rubble of the building.

Every step of the bronze horse took to the floor, the ruined church was dug deep.

The horse did not come near, but the muddy water, which was mixed with all kinds of debris, soared high and quickly hit Isiel and Clayo.

Slap!

Whoo-ah!

Clayo looked around through Being Late.

This is the area of the Bronze Horse. The other heavyweights were not likely to intervene in the fight.

'Okay, it's not a crisis, it's an opportunity. A chance to level up Isiel!'

Clayo, a rat soaked in muddy water, said resolutely.

"I have no choice but to get rid of him."

Ignorant of Clayo's complicated calculations, Isiel answered plainly.

"Let's try."