The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Arthur, who grew up learning a sword from a spicy teacher in his hand and rolling with soldiers in the barracks of the Kishion writer, was accustomed to injuries.

It is not the pain of a wound that has been stripped of the prince's old camouflage.

With his hands covered in blood, Arthur thinks.

'The world has been shaken.’

It was a gut feeling that was close to conviction.

This hallway, this sunset, this carpet is not the one just before the hallway and the sunset and the carpet.

A kind of Yeji that made young Arthur be treated as an unlucky child.

No one understood the sense of difference that the future felt like the past, and the twist of the world that had been revealed without foreboding.

It just made Arthur himself look like a "cursed child."

However, this extraordinary event was not witnessed alone by Arthur.

Clayo trembled without stopping the bleeding. The pupils of the green-brown eyes fixed in the air were dilated to the fullest extent.

He certainly went through the same phenomenon as Arthur.

Or rather, more than that seemed to be due to Clayo Asher.

Bite—Bang—!

Before Arthur could even put questions or criticism in his mouth, the doors of the dean's office opened violently on both sides.

The whole hall rang with so much force that I pushed the door inside.

"Ariognan, Clayo Asher! You're called all the way here and you're punching!"

An old man, tall and bare-faced, strode out into the hallway. The robe fluttered round the long limbs.

"Tut, are you blaming each other for being called when you two were having a drinkers said.

The old man slipped in between the two boys. He seemed to think that he had a physical fight.

Arthur, who got up first, quickly took over his usual flippant demeanor

"Teacher, kids get along well as they fight."

"Is that what you're saying as a student? Oh, you're bleeding? Did you use your weapons?

"No! It's the wrong cufflink."

"Oh, Arthur, your nose breaks even if you fall backwards. I haven't slept in a day since you entered school!"

"I didn't know you always thought of me like that, sir. I'm touched."

"You!!!"

Contrary to his smiling face, the blood oozed from the wound Arthur was pressing.

"What have you done? Come on, let's deal with it and listen."

As the old man stretched out his left hand lightly, a circle of light spread from him to Clay and Arthur, forming a large circle.

It was Clayo's first 'circle' of others. The chapter that the wizard opens.

"Let the leak stop.”

When the dean added the truth, the inside of the golden circle on the floor was filled with complex letters and patterns.

The finished pattern rose into the air and permeated Arthur and Clayo. It was warm and soft.

The blood that was flowing from the two boys soon stopped. Jebedy took a spell.

"We didn't fight. Isn't that right, Clay?

"Uh…yes. Yes, that's right."

Arthur felt that he was trying to lighten the atmosphere with envy, but Clayo, who still sat down, could not even speak.

I've had too many surprises in just a few minutes.

They were events that exceeded the acceptance limits of human knowledge.

'Is this the magic formula?’

There were all sorts of things going on here, but the magic that actually worked was really amazing.

Unlike Clayo, Arthur reacted naturally as if he was accustomed to magic.

"Teacher, the healing magic is always amazing!"

Arthur, who was waving his arms exaggeratedly, put his hand in his pocket with an impertinent manner. Jebedy kicked his tongue.

"Ah, I think you're done. Clayo, are you okay? Did you get hurt badly?"

"No…yes, sir. I was just surprised....”

Professor Zebedee took a handkerchief out of the robe sleeve and handed it to Clayo.

The boy stammered his face and raised Clayo with his big, wrinkled hands.

"Hey, why do you have to go to work, you're a weakling who's going to freak out about this?"

The boys, whose school uniforms were messy with blood and dust, stood side by side and listened to a 20-minute sermon without a comma. It was as fast as a machine gun.

Unauthorized outings, absence without permission, invasion of the professor's dormitory, and theft of school equipment. He was guilty of a lot of crimes.

In the case of Clayo, he was also charged with being guilty of being so guilty of making such an accident after delaying the interview if he was sick.

"You can't miss a day of class from next week until vacation. Then you'll have to stay at school during the vacation."

"Sir, that's all right. Please take a look at my face and tell me.”

"What do you think your face is good? Huh?! The punishment is this week's standing order. Start right after you finish class next Tuesday next week. If you're lazy, you'll count the dates back from the beginning. Do you understand?"

"…I see."

"Well, if it's your orders, you'll have to take classes and clean up. What can I do? All right."

Arthur, who had been scratching the professor, ran away as soon as he heard the disciplinary action.

With his mind and body in tatters, Clayo couldn't catch up with the boy who had long legs and fast feet.

When the boy with drooping shoulders bowed, Jebedi spoke in a soft voice.

"Clayo Asher, you have more business."

"What? What is it?"

"My father is in the reception room. Instead of the door that came in earlier, go out to the corridor on the left and the last room. Go ahead."

"No, why are you here now?.”

"A lot of things have happened."

Clayo's face is wrinkled.

"Was the dean's guest Gideon Asher?" The day I go is the best, really.’

Baron Gideon Asher was not mentioned in the manuscript of the previous edition.

To be specific, he was suspected of being an anonymous donor who funded Arthur during the civil war, but it was hard to recall more information.

'Well, the father has to kill his son.’

Clayo turned the offside corridor and opened the door to the reception room.

And you regret the decision in five seconds.

Slap-

I didn't even have time to say hello to my father, whom I met for the first time.

As soon as he entered the reception room, he was lashed out and had to lie on the floor again.

He was so light that he couldn't stand the power of an adult man and flew away. It didn't hurt much thanks to you.

No, this guy, he's never been beaten by his real father..’

Well, he's never seen a real father before.

It's like a drama.’

I was dumbfounded, so I felt funny rather than sick.

Clayo, who smiled without realizing it, shook off his clothes and woke up. It didn't do much to get wet and dirty already.

"How have you been, Father?"

"Bye-bye. Do you think you deserve to ask.

Finally, facing him head-on, Gideon Asher looked quite like Clay himself, contrary to expectations.

"I was wondering if you had cheated on me because you were such a child.’

Brown hair neatly combed, hazel-colored eyes, a little dry cheeks and high cheekbones.

"It's genetically similar, but why does he look like a movie star and I'm undernourished.’

The fairly tall Baron Asher had a horribly cold look on his face.

There was no need to sit down in the same place, even though Clayo of the filthy Kkorakseoni was pathetic.

It took 2,000 dinars to match the look of your school uniform, which is now in tatters. The button with the initials on it, the fabric is linen and wool, and the tie is silk."

Clay felt new and looked at the school uniform he was wearing.

When I turned the sleeve button well, the initials KA were engraved.

"How did you get along so well with such a skinny girl?’

We paid 780,000 dinar for the admission and 20,000 dinar for welfare. The tuition fee is 50,000 dinars per semester. In total, 200,000 dinars were paid in advance for the fourth semester. Here, it's no exaggeration to say that your day-to-day time is derived from gold."

It was a list of the amounts that would make Clayo stand upright, who was standing roughly with his legs crossed.

The Korean's ego popped out of the inside, and I felt like I was going to point a finger at "Clayo."

'No, but if you're going to end up with a slap, you're a more merciful father than you seem. I didn't recognize....’

"Clayo Asher. Ask me again. Is everything all right?

"Well, that's a big deal."

"Is it something to talk about? You jumped into the river in the middle of the night, didn't you?”

"…it was really, really an accident. The road is dark while walking....”

At this point, it was almost embarrassing for the father to criticize him for not looking at the child.

'I hear you spent a billion won and pushed it into school. How can I tell you that I jumped into the river because my life is like shit right now.'

"It was your mother's dream to get you into this school. Tellma, who said she wasn't afraid to get you and lose her life after a difficult birth, what would she think if she saw you alive now?"

In many situations, Clayo, who used to be tongue-tied, is speechless now.

"Mother" that no one around me mentioned.

"Kleio," who couldn't quit school even though it was hard enough to die.

I thought so, but that's what happened.

It was a painful situation, but the conclusion was quick.

"Your late Mrs. Telma Asher, your son has definitely entered the school. Untie it with it.’

When Clayo looked at him in a somewhat polite manner, Gideon, who sat down at last, gestured and sat his son in a chair, too.

A man in his early 50s seemed to have mixed feelings.

A feeling of love and affection, hatred and anger.

"You still don't seem to know. So keep it firmly in your mind. Not all humans, not all humans, are born into the world. In order to be treated as a 'human', it is necessary to have at least one of the three elements: status, wealth, and talent."

'Um... Yes. You're right, Father. It's a stark truth.’

"I was born in the slums of the Orient, and nothing was given to me. I have gained my position and property solely by my own power, and I have given it to you, my son. Don't go through the pain and persecution that I've gone through."

It was the background of Gideon's speech, dress, and manner.

Moreover, you were given a gift. Ether stress that can only be obtained by birth. I know that even a weak quality can achieve great achievements depending on development. Get some Mana Stone or Madoe and fill your account with plenty, but you didn't care about increasing your capabilities.”

Are you accusing me of not spending my money?’

Confused, the rotten smile was all built up.

"So, I've suspended your account. After the final exams are over, I'll look at the results and decide whether to lift the suspension or not."

"…Isn't that too sudden?"

Clayo felt like he had lost his country. It was more shocking that I couldn't take out 400,000 dinars from my bank account than I left from the country where I was really born.

I gave it to you. You don't steal it away! What's the financial law here? Is it possible for my parents to do that because I'm a minor? I didn't think I should've picked them all in advance....’

"Suddenly? I think I've given you more than enough time."

"Just because you have a will doesn't mean you can achieve it."

"Yes, you're right. If you can't really see the achievements of your studies--"

Clayo, who was worried about how to get rid of the withdrawal suspension, didn't quite catch what Gideon said.

"Can you repeat that?"

"Ha, if you can't make it to this school, I said I'll enlist you as a private. Seventeen years old is old enough to be in the military."

Are you crazy?

I almost screamed without realizing it. I bit my mouth reflexively.

My mind flashed with a tingling pain.

It was Clayo, who was planning to leave the country to avoid mandatory military service.

It was cruel of him to choose between the army five years from now and the army.

In a country where war will surely break out in a few years!

After graduation, the mandatory military service was commissioned as an officer, but it was never possible to become a second-class soldier at the age of seventeen with this mysterious body.

I've been thinking that I might fall out of the physical examination due to bad physical conditions, but that father doesn't seem to be a man who will say something impossible.

'I'll push it in any way I can. It should be avoided.’

Clayo straightened his back in an unusually serious manner. My voice fell on me.

"How much class do you want?"

"You talk like you can make it happen if you want. I guess the Tempus River was a bit of an inspiration. My second son answers with his eyes open for the first time in 107 years.”

The man's voice was a good tenor, but the tone was cold.

"Can I count on you to behave differently?”

"Well, I wasn't much different from the beginning. I don't know what my father saw with me.”

Gideon's eyes looked at Clayo. But with a slight fever, Clayo, who was busy rolling his head, didn't realize.

"You should be in the top 30 at least. Don't let me be disappointed in you anymore."

"You're saying that if I'm in the top 30, they'll freeze my account. So, what can you do when I'm in the top 20?"

Gideon, who listened to his second son's rare answer, loosened his stiffness around his mouth for the first time and made a somewhat humane face.

"I am proud of your efforts, and I will put double the amount to release the freeze. If only I could make it.”

Perhaps, you can.

Clayo himself has a flood of ether stress and an invincible cheatkey called "Memory."

"I won't let you down, Father."