The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

It was evening when I came back to the dormitory.

I didn't even think about eating, so I washed up right away and locked myself in my bedroom.

Behemoth was picking fur next to a bowl of bird bones. Nebo seemed to have given him water and rice.

"How did it break for Jevedi? Even though this evening wasn't bad... I felt miserable because I ate quail filled with mushrooms without proper wine."

"I think it would have been better to just be a cat. I don't like humans even if I use a book.'

She sat next to the cat and hugged her warm and soft body.

I hesitated a lot in my stomach, and my mind was a little relieved, but Behemoth screamed and ran out of the window.

'Whoa...'

For the first time since I came to this world, it was a sleepless night. Too much happened in just half an afternoon.

'Let's get this straight.’

Clay took out a note and a fountain pen sitting at a desk he had never sat at before.

1. This is in the manuscript. The manuscript is being used in real time.

2. This manuscript has been rewritten eight times and is being revised for the ninth time.

22. The original manuscript has been scraped and overwritten, so the original manuscript is in an unstable state of instability. Even if the "editor's authority" is used incorrectly, the previous contents that were erased are mixed.

23. At this point, we can't figure out what's mixed up.

'Yeah, the editor's authority couldn't have been such a proper thing. You were lucky the first time. If you get this crazy every time you fail, how can you touch it because you're scared? There's a backlash against me, too.'

Looking down from the back of his hand at the faint presence of the castle, Clay breathed a sigh.

Arthur, too, seems to have been hurt, but it was a pity that he couldn't check it.

Stephen King said. Creation is human work, editing is God's work.

The remark seems to be wrong. Now that I've experienced it, I can see it more painfully. The god in the story is the author.

'I was so relieved. It wasn't a situation where you were supposed to go to bed after some consideration.’

Until I met Arthur, I could not find a big difference between the manuscript I had read. The characters and the progress of the case were much the same.

If I had become an unimportant figure in the narrative, I thought I would be able to live regardless of the historical events that will unfold around the protagonist.

It is natural for him to take the safest route.

"He's like Arthur. He'd better be a hero on the battlefield, but I like to keep the little happiness of drinking and napping in the background."

But nothing could have given him this much wealth and a powerful ether.

What is the intention of setting up a clay? What are you thinking, author?’

Of course, the answer didn't come back.

Yes, there is always an example of God responding to an individual.

After a sigh, Clayo wrote one more line under the item above.

3. The author cannot solve the problems that arise in the manuscript on his own, and until now, only approval can be made when using the 'unique skill'.

After that, I drew a line and wrote down additional items.

*'Palimpsest of □□□□'

*'□□□ Promise'

The name 'Palimpsest' came to mind after 'Editor Authority' failed. Like the modifier of 'Promise', 'Palimpsest' could not see the whole modifier.

□□□□와 □□□.

A ring that connects dimensions to dimensions.

The original copy of the manuscript that uses this world.

Both were related to the author and did not seem to belong to the story.

It was highly likely that clues about who the author was were also hidden.

"Because of the low degree of narrative intervention, the function of the promise is not fully open, so you can't even see my name because I'm not involved enough yet, right?’

However, it felt too dangerous to meddle in the narrative more deeply to dig up the identity of the author.

Honestly, I didn't even want to know.

Just knowing doesn't make any difference.

'Isn't Arthur going to be king no matter how it goes on?

It is hard to go against the author's will completely. Even so, Clay couldn't have been let go when he tried to get himself involved.

Jeongjin has never offered to help revise the manuscript. If you don't want to thank Pyongyang, you can't help but drink water even if you bring the cow to the water..

"I'm on a common name basis with Arthur now. He's suspicious of me, but... I'm not the main character's friend, colleague, or servant who swore loyalty. If I don't get caught in these three positions, I won't go to Rootron, who is struggling hard.’

Clayo is determined. I'll never get involved with Arthur.

The previous life ended after all the hard work. It was too much to ask them to work hard on the extra life they were given afterwards.

I didn't want to give up my life as the youngest son of a wealthy, incompetent son.

'It's a paradox that we have to try again to do that, but Hu.'

I drew a line once more and wrote down what I had to do right away at the bottom of the notebook.

1. Avoid enlistment immediately.

2. Unlock the withdrawal suspension of the account.

These two things can be solved by studying. Then next.'

3. When the account withdrawal suspension is lifted, all withdrawals will be made.

4. Leave school. If you hold out for two months without being caught, you will be automatically removed.

More: raise funds other than your father's allowance.

At first, I couldn't do it for a long time, but I was able to understand the situation by staying with Nebo, who is good at reason.

We looked at how to get a room for rent and how to travel with permission.

In a world where there was no CCTV, it was not difficult for a young man with fine limbs to hide his body.

'Let's plan to secure additional funding step by step.'

Self-praised that it was a good plan, Clayo went to bed early.

***

A good plan was a damn thing.

Klayo, lying on the floor, screamed silently.

After following other students, he wielded a practice sword, his arms were shaking and his palm blistered.

He knew the basic posture in the textbook by his head.

The female students wanted to do everything, so they were able to keep up with the class and eventually fell down.

'This body, it's such a piece of crap....’

I didn't know that they were taking the practical test together because the textbook is theoretical.

In the first place, applications for prosecutors and wizards were divided into classes in the second grade, and they did not know that they were learning integrated courses in the first grade.

A sneering whisper and giggle were stuck in Clayo's back of the head. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't raise my head.

Prof. Clayo, who collapsed, approached.

"Come on, what are you all looking at? Groups 1 and 2 are practicing the connection movements and the cut-off posture you told me last week. The assistant is going to look at Group 2."

Rosa Fehite, a basic swordsman, was a senior prosecutor with an ether level of 8.

After stepping down as the head of the Royal Capital Defense Corps, the old prosecutor, who has spent many years teaching, was soft on his students.

The problem is that Clayo's physical strength can't even withstand her basic guidance.

"Gag, Clayo, I think you need to strengthen your basic physical strength before you take the fencing basics. From tomorrow, run two laps around the school every morning."

Rosa, who seemed to be as tall and stronger as Professor Jebedi, raised Clayo lightly.

Rosa, wearing a white shirt and black pants under her neck, was still a solid figure, so she could not be considered an old man without her face.

Rosa, who was scrutinizing Clayo's palm, which had been blistered, with only one eye left, said.

"Welcome to your class now, but you can't catch a sword within this semester."

"Then the final evaluation….”

Patting Clayo's head, much smaller than her, Rosa showed signs of pity. Although the left eye was covered by an eye patch, it was easy to understand the mind because of its rich facial expressions.

Clayo seemed to have something to stimulate the sympathy of older women.

"The practical test for the basic test subjects is based on different criteria for the test candidates in Group 1 and those who want to be wizards in Group 2."

Certainly, the first group, which had Isiel and Nevo in Clayo's eyes, looked different.

"I'll give you another practical task. I'll give you 30 points if you can pass the four laps of the training ground in five minutes until the final exam. And get more than 10 points on the written test. Then it won't be paid."

"Thank you…."

"I see no problem with your musculature. If you run around the school twice every day, you'll be able to do that without any difficulty."

Clay gave a sullen nod.

By eyeball, the perimeter of the training ground seems to be about 250 meters. Four laps are 1,000 meters. If I give a score of 1,000 meters in the fencing class, I think I'll be generous.

During the rest of the class, I sat on the bench and rested while drinking the water that my assistant brought me.

Clayo's crumpled expression did not unfold when he received leniency from the professor.

The scale of the actual test based on the swordsmanship was 80 points and that of the written test was 20 points. Even if he runs 1,000 meters and gets high written scores, he will only get 50 points.

A total of four basic subjects are sword foundation, magic foundation, history, and classics. The total score is 400 points, including 4 subjects. If the overall score is the same, they'll be treated as cars in the same class.'

During the weekend, I read all the textbooks for the written subjects. When I summarized it, I was relieved that there was nothing that was unfamiliar but difficult to understand.

However, he had to change his strategy since he was confirmed to have the lowest score in the subject of fencing.

I had even spoken out to my father.

The other three subjects should not be normal. You have to do well.

'I need some groundbreaking way to study.’

"Dear Master of Arts, please provide me with guidance."

"Huh, your tongue won't play anymore. I know all the curricula of this school for a century, but I have no intention of doing any free service."

The number of visitors was correct.

It was clear that cats who lived 100 years in school knew more than the dean.

Behemoth was always pretending to be proud, but it was also a distinguished tomb.

The problem was, he was still sulky after drinking the wine alone.

The trouble wasn't long.

Clay called a chartered carriage and went to town in a hurry.

Down at the biggest liquor store, the owner of Asher's name became very kind, but... The 1875 bishop's tower was said to be a vintage that was not immediately available. When I heard that the liquor store only had a 1879 product, I asked for it.

Before stopping by the liquor store, I checked with the bank one more time just in case, but the withdrawal suspension was really on the line.

Only 1,000 dinars have been withdrawn.

When I bought wine, about two-thirds of my cash was paid for a bottle of wine.

Clayo rustled the envelope with the bottle in a melancholy mood.

'Crazy. A bottle of wine is 600 dinars... No, you'll lose more money if you save a little.’

After taking a nap, Behemoth ran around the room as if he had wings when Clayo took out the bottle.

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

Quickly open the cap and pour a third of it into the water bowl. The cat made a dash.

"Ah, even if it's not 1875... 1879 is good, too. The summer was hot that year. This scent, ohoh."

As time passed, the red wine began to wake up. As it was a huge price, it was definitely a good drink.

It smelled like a room full of blackberries and roses.

Clayo asked if he could have a drink, but he was flatly rejected.

Every time Behemoth drank a cup, he filled the water bowl one by one and served.

In proportion to the decrease in alcohol, the golden color around Behemoth's eyes became dark. The fur seemed to sparkle more and more.

"This is not an alcoholic grave....’

At last, the bottle is all gone.

The cat, who grabbed the empty bottle with its front foot and licked its mouth as if it was regrettable, looked back at Clayo.

"Yeah, I'm starting to teach now. But why would you want to study all this?"

Clayo explained what happened between his father. He also did not forget to stress that he could no longer buy alcohol if his account remained frozen.

The cat, which was savoring the taste of alcohol just drank, popped its tail and set up its fur.

"No way! No way!"

"But if I can make it to the top 20, I'll definitely buy you the Bishop's 1875 record you used to sing like that. When I get my savings back."

"Let's get started. What subject is tomorrow's class?"

"Magic Foundation."

A cat, more motivated than Clayo himself, sat on the desk.

"The main character will definitely improve your grades. Look forward to it."