The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Clayo ran away to his bedroom after avoiding the cat.

'You should get dressed first, what's wrong with you?'

There were two same clothes hanging in the closet. It seemed like a school uniform. A white shirt with a stiff collar, a gray vest, and a long black jacket were set.

Boom-boom-boom-o-o-o-o-o-o-o- Bob! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I couldn't lock all my shirts, and I opened the bedroom door where the cat was bumping into me outside.

"Ha, now that I understand what you're talking about, where are you going to rebel?"

Clayo's light body rolled on the floor after being caught up in the cat's jump.

"...you're a good talker.”

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

The mausoleum ran wild, tangled with it and lying on the floor, Clayo simply gave up his judgment.

"This is a world of black and magical people, and maybe a cat can talk.’

The cat was a hot, soft, and ghastly man. Clayo, who was being pushed by a cat pushing his chest with his front feet, said.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Instead, just answer a few questions."

"I'm trying to get a new head on a stupid cheating student. Just give me the rice as you normally do."

The quick cat, out of Clayo's arms, sprang up and growled. His obsession with rice was a considerable one.

"Am I a fraudulent student?"

"Where are you taking your time off? I know it's a cat that put you in here with a lot of money."

'Oh, my father's got a lot of money, but he didn't like his hair.’

If it was against this backdrop, I'd really appreciate it.

"My cat is smart and clever. So I'm not good enough, so I'm going to ask."

"It's true that I made it clear. Why would you starve me to ask? Whoo woong."

"Did I feed you every day?”

The cat stared at Clayo, still lying on the floor. My eyes narrowed and my beard shivered.

I thought black eyes and a golden glow were circulating, but suddenly the cat jumped up on its hind feet.

"You're not Clayo Asher!"

'The cat is sharp.’

Clayo sat up and down.

"Who are you?"

"Anyone to feed you?"

"Of course I'm giving you food!"

"Yes, I'll give it to you. But how do you say I'm not? Can other people and cats see the difference?”

This time it was a cat, but it was difficult to realize that a more important person was not Clayo's body.

He came in with this body, and Gabbura spent his father's money to play and eat and live comfortably. It is no use to get involved with noisy work.

"The eyes of truth that see the essence of existence are the power before the world is divided into nine... Who dares to imitate the real tomb?"

Clayo raised the cat with a smile and a soulless look.

"That's great, that' So you're the only one who can see that, right?

"Right away, yes."

'That's a relief.'

No, is it more of a pity that only a cat can recognize Clayo's ideals? He fell into the water, but no one looked in half a day.

"Anyway, Bob! Whoo woo woo woo woo woo!"

"You're cuter when you don't talk.”

Once again, a gusty cat punch flew to Clayo.

"Sweet thing!"

asked Clayo, who had barely avoided the cat's front paws.

"What's your name, cat?"

"I'm afraid I'll let you know!"

"I guess there isn't."

"It's just that no one has ever named the tomb."

"So you don't have a name, do you?”

"How can a human being be to a noble tomb?"

The cat, standing on its back two feet and pointing at a person with its body straight like a two-legged walking creature, was really, really big and dark.

'There's a name that comes to mind.’

"Cats, you can't do it anymore. You don't like vehement, do you? It's cool."

"How dare you give me a bad name!"

"My wonderful teacher, you must like your name."

"Who is it?"

"I can't."

"Whoosh, whoosh....”

"Our nail."

Behemoth, who again stepped on the floor with four feet, accepted whether he liked the name Clayo gave him or not.

"Huh, I'll accept you for begging. Call me a noble nail teacher, a man who is not far away."

"Yeah, I'd like to ask you about your noble teacher, Mr. nail. I lost my memory after I fell into the river yesterday.”

It`s not that I lost my memory. You're Clayo, but you're not."

"But for now, I'm Clayo Asher."

The cat snorted.

"So I need to know something about me. I want the great teacher to lead me to this poor day. What?"

When he gently coaxed and complained, the cat, whose nose was raised, gave an answer.

Soon Behemoth turned out to be a very appropriate conversation partner. The cat, who lived in school for a long time, knew everything in school.

I've been watching the freshmen every year, and I've chosen the easiest one as a meal shuttle… It was a cat-like observation full of time.

"I mean, in your eyes, I was the weakest and easiest student this year."

"I'm glad I didn't know the subject, but the real Clay wasn't as hard on me as you were, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah. I won't bother you anymore, so do more. I'd like to hear more of your advice.”

"Ehem, open your ears and listen. Not only did you lack Ether's sensitivity, but you also lacked the surrounding hair. I was in my room crying every day, so I didn't have any friends to be on your side. Abby's spending the most veto-wielding money in the country.

At a school where only ambitious and outstanding students gathered, Clay seems to have been a foreign being in many ways.

"I looked out the window during the entrance exam. Ether's sensitivity is so low that he couldn't make a good light. You last-place student."

"Ethera..."

At dawn, Clayo remembered the manuscript he had reread using "Memories" of "Promise."

There is a unique power called ether in the world. The energy could only be used by people with 'ether sensitivities'.

Through training, prosecutors and wizards store ethers in a bowl inside their bodies.

The ether is then used for examination or sword, and the sorcerer is used for magic ceremonies after being released as a field outside the body.

It is the Royal Capital Defense College in Albion where the best prosecutors and wizards in the continent are raised.

"Surely, Prince Arthur was able to put Ether on a sword before entering school, but he entered last place hiding his strength."

However, in this version of the manuscript, he, Clayo Asher, seems to have laid the floor underneath it.

"Well, I've got money, but I'm afraid I'm not good enough. I'll continue to live as the last outcast."

Even if they are ostracized, they don't seem to have a low-quality gang that calls, hits, and steals money. It was all too much to ignore.

"I'm 32 years old, and now I'm sick of teenagers being mean."

"Hmm. But you, overnight, your ethers got really high.”

"Huh?"

"Why don't you cry and go to bed now that you can't keep up with the class?"

"Huh?"

The cat tapped Clayo's left hand with its front foot.

"I can feel the terrible ether sensitivity from the palm of my hand that has nothing. The ether level has gone up to two. Did you eat anything on the riverbed yesterday?"

Even for this fierce-eyed cat, the ring on his left hand seemed invisible. The platinum ring that you can still see clearly to Clayo.

'Promance!

"Bornie Etheran comes from outside the world... With only one ether's sensitivity, you are now difficult to be born once in a century. Yes, I see, that's why you can understand the noble words of the main grave.”

“!!!”

I remembered something.

Was this what you meant by [-Gives the user infinite ether sensitivity?] If Ether is a force from outside the world, does "promise" become a cheat item?’

At this point, you also think that this is not the inside of the manuscript, but your own delusion. I can't believe he's such a rich son and he's on the path of being a gifted child without any effort.

"Well, even if it's full of ether sensitivity, it's useless if you don't widen the bowl. You can't be a prosecutor with such a smirk."

"I suppose so. Well, yes, you should.”

"But!"

"What else is there?"

"Right hand, right hand!"

The cat's order was so determined that I reached out without realizing it.

"Ha! This is amazing again. You've got your own skills! Goddess help!"

"Unique skill?"

"I couldn't recognize it at once because of my weak energy, but what's on your hand is also Sung-heun." What kind?"

'Seven marks...'

Of course, previous versions of the manuscript also showed the settings for 'unique skills' and 'sexual scars'. The evidence of "unique skill" that requires a special performance with a missing goddess is 'sexual scars'.

"Unique skill" was the ability to create subspace, spray wide-area equipment, and describe it in a great way. What skills can I use with the marks on the edges of the furniture?'

Clayo looked back on his right hand again.

A gray line that draws a rectangle about 2.5 centimeters wide and 3 centimeters long.

I just couldn't figure out what it meant.

"I don't know, can't you not recognize him?”

"How can anyone know if you don't know! The main grave is great, so it looks like a name. It is called Editorial Authority. I've never seen such a strange name before. I wonder, is a skill that invoked an! "

"…how do I turn it on?”

The cat stared at Clayo full of patheticness.

"Do I have to feed him something that just comes on when he thinks about it?Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Now serve your rice!"

The impatient cat began to jump up and down.

There was no need to call a new person. The cat was so energetic that the messenger came when he heard the noise.

Finally, the cat, who got boiled chicken, began to eat with excitement. The cat, with its ears pricking into a ceramic bowl, was, well, cute.

Looking down at the cat, Clay was lost in thought.

"Unexpectedly, I was the imaginative type? Or did he escape here because it was so hard to live....’

No. No, no matter how hard I think about it, I didn't have the ability to imagine magic or sexual scars. Everything was the arrangement of the writer's teacher.

The content of the author's e-mail, "I will be rewarded for your participation in revising the manuscript in the future." Looking back, it seemed like it was intended.

'Let's say that's what brought me into the manuscript. Why are you giving a talent to this kind of supporting actress? What's Editorial Rights?.’

Somehow I felt ominous.