The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

When the magic operation was successful, I felt a unique sense of despondency. the sensation of a sudden escape of an ether

Once I succeeded, the second time was easy.

I shouted the same words four times in a row, and my embarrassment became dull.

Clayo did his best. On the fourth attempt, I felt that the ether was completely.

After getting rid of all the luggage, he ignored dizziness and performed magic one more time.

The appointment sent a warning.

[-Ether residue is insufficient.]

A sudden dizziness, brightening in front of my eyes, came.

The textbook also said to avoid ether depletion as much as possible, but….

Behemoth smiled and said, "In fact, even if you wipe off the ether once or twice, you won't die. I wrote the textbook conservatively so that I wouldn't catch the children.'

'But it's a little too much.'

I felt as if I had put a lump of ice in my head and my ears were numb. I slowly sat down because I felt like I would fall down if I stood.

How many minutes have passed? Another golden letter came to mind in the sight that had barely returned properly.

Increases [-Ether Total].]

[-Ether level 3 reached.]

[-Magic Slot Increases to 3.]

"…what, this is the only way you could get to level three? Did you get rid of that pile of paper?"

In addition, I was still tired and tired and had a headache.

Congratulations on your level-up. I guess you don't have the privilege of getting stronger.’

The level rose, but all the ethers ran out and couldn't open the circle. He circulated the ether in his squatting position.

30 minutes.

There was barely enough ether to use magic once more.

Let's take a look at Level 3's circle!’

Clayo developed another circle.

'Wow.'

The circle was much wider than before, making it five meters in diameter. There was space left even after wrapping all the remaining bookcases.

It was an impressive and beautiful sight.

Standing alone in the middle of a quiet golden circle, I felt a little thrilled.

'What should I say, now... I really feel like I'm a magician.'

The final statement lacked energy and had to be shouted in a hoarse voice, but the magic ceremony worked well.

It was completely eliminated until the last clump. I felt very refreshed.

My head went spinning as soon as the circle went out. Clayo lay down without saving face.

I heard that even if the circle grows, the horsepower consumption per magic use is similar, but why is it so hard? Maybe it's because he used magic one after another.

Or, as Jebedi said, is it because my magic works so well?

Even after the final exam, Zebedee, who had called in Clayo for several experiments, told him that he was about to shoot a beam in his eyes.

Every magic formula you invoke is nearly twice as powerful as usual.

That's why they usually just let go of their clothes and even the usual [wind] spells, like, a storm.

"I told you that you need to raise the level more to adjust the power. But is it necessary to raise the level here?’

Now that I left school, I didn't want to look into magic or anything.

I was told that a prosecutor or wizard above level 3 should even report his residence to the government.

I didn't mean to be tied up like that.

The headache died down while lying down, and the heart rate returned to normal.

After a long time, Clayo slowly lifted his dusty face. I moved my arms and legs, barely managed to keep my eyes open and laughed.

It was a hearty laugh.

"I'm not coming back, you school. I am free! Hahahaha."

The warehouse is completely empty. Unlike his light heart, Clay walked out of the warehouse with faltering steps. I didn't forget to close the warehouse.

When the magic light that had been flashing all along disappeared and the door closed, the warehouse was dark.

It was not until a long time later that the dark corners were shaken. In-young, who was killing her body on the pillar of the warehouse, got up.

It was Arthur.

Arthur, who could not be seen even though Lyuba was looking for him, was hiding under the roof of the library warehouse.

Although the school was generally safe, there was a high possibility of assassins mixing up on days when many outsiders came and went, such as vacation ceremonies.

Arthur was hiding so that he wouldn't let other students get involved.

He relives the magic he has witnessed by chance in the midst of concealment.

'I've never seen anything like that.’

In fact, a wizard of level 2 or level 3 is not common, but it was also not rare.

However, a 17-year-old three-level wizard has a different story. Even Zebedee reached the third level at the age of 18.

In addition, no high-level wizard could achieve the same magic five times in a row.

A person's memory is not a complete storage medium, so even the most masterful magic can be misinterpreted when one's concentration is poor.

But how can Clayo Asher use magic like that?’

It was a gift that exceeded the magic that Arthur was familiar with.

For Arthur, who doesn't know the existence of "promises," there's evidence that Clayo is a phenomenal genius.

Still in the deep darkness, the prince's eyes sank darker.

In front of Clayo, who was slowly heading back to the dormitory, suddenly a string of "promises" came to mind.

[-Increases user intervention in narrative.]

What? Why? I didn't even bump into Arthur today. Isn't this an error?'

However, rather than the desire to solve questions, the desire to go in and lie down was greater. As soon as Clay returned, he fell into bed and fell asleep.

***

The next morning.

With a poor suitcase in one hand, the other arm laboriously held the behemoth, and boarded the chartered carriage sent by Dionne.

"But wasn't the cat a territorial animal? What's going on with you? Can I go to school?"

"Ue-e-e-eh- (the whole capital is my territory). In the meantime, I just didn't feel the need to come out.)”

"Okay, just keep your voice down."

"We can't spend our vacation without meals!"”

"Yes…."

I left school and crossed the river. Ten minutes after crossing the city area of the West Bank, a small but well-managed mansion appeared on the corner of Don Street, wearing the "King's Park," as there were many parks and private land forests.

Passing through the main gate, passing through the garden, a carriage stopped in front of the building.

"Here you are, Master!"

Under the sun, Dionne, wearing a straw hat and a light muslin dress, waved in front of a line of servants and maids.

When I got out of the carriage, a middle-aged woman with a benevolent impression walked out from behind Dionne to greet Clay. Canton is said to have worked for 40 years at his original home in Colpos.

"Hello, young master. This is the maid Canton.”

"How are you, Mrs. Canton?”

It was clear who knew the former Clayo. Hiding his embarrassment under a social smile, Clayo greeted as easily as he could.

Then a woman with a good heart began to blush. It was a pattern that I could get used to now.

"I've heard of the accident. But I guess you had a good time at school. You really look better!"

"Yes, yes... thanks to good classmates and teachers."

"I've never known you to greet me like this before. I was so happy, to be ridiculed."

"Say goodbye."

The awkward moment ended with Dionne's high voice. He found a behemoth that followed Clayo.

"But you're a driller! Is this cat your pet?"

"Woehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. He is only my servant and disciple.”

"It's similar. His name is Behemoth.”

"What's the resemblance? Oh, but Behemoth, you really like people. It's so cute!

"Oh, my God."

The woman's weak behemoth whined and acted cute to Dione. In the meantime, the maid informed everyone of the situation.

She said that Clayo went to Seoul together to refurbish his old, unused mansion when he came to school in the capital.

You've got a house and a servants for a kid? I think there's a different reason..’

However, there was no time to continue thinking. After leaving the luggage with a servant, Dionne and Canton were taken to look around the mansion.

Canton seemed to be proud of what he had done, so he had to respond more sincerely.

Of course, it was a proud achievement.

The house was overshadowed by its empty words. Seven bedrooms, a restaurant with a 24-person table, and a drawing room were all spotless.

Compared to the size of the mansion, the spacious hall, floor and stairs, all chandeliers and mirrors sparkled.

While looking around the house, Behemoth, who had been following the party well in silence, ended up hitting clay with his tail.

"When you're done watching, show me the seller. It smells like wine underground.”

Ha, ghostly alcoholism.

"Mrs. Canton, if you don't mind, can I see the seller?"

"Yes, sir. Here you go. I've cleaned the stairs."

Canton, who turned on the gas light, led Clay to the basement door behind the kitchen. After seeing the stairs, Dionne said she would stay in the kitchen.

It was a deep, cool seller like a cave. A cat with brighter eyes than humans jumped underground before two people, and complained loudly.

"Wooh! (It's criminal to leave this good seller empty!"

Canton, who could not hear the cat, said regretfully.

"I'm afraid it's empty now. We've refurbished the mansion, and we've also put our names in the wine wholesaler. The order will arrive soon."

"I was betrayed by Uoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh. I can't wait!)”

"Okay, let's go find what we said before instead."

"Weowon-Weowon- (Yes, take care of yourself).”

Canton smiled pleasedly at Clayo, who was hit by a jumping cat.

"You sound like you understand a cat."

"Since we've been together....”

The hardships of the day did not end easily. Dionne dragged Clayo straight out, saying he had to match his clothes. There was no room for leaks.

The carriage retraced its steps.

Before going to the tailor, I stopped by the liquor store first. Two bottles of the previously ordered "Pontiff's Tower of 1875" had arrived. When he got into the carriage with the box, the cat burst its tail and got excited.

"Wow, that's it! Oh, that's it!)”

"Behemoth, calm down."

"Weo-Ong (Will you be calm?)”

"Oh, your cat is full of life."

"…breathing… Yes, I think the cat is so energetic because it sucks."

"Ah-ha, have fun talking, my master."

After leaving the liquor store and circling the rotary half-round, he entered the street lined with luxurious shops.

While on the move, Dione took a piece of jerky out of a small pocket and handed it over to Behemoth's muzzle.

"Pretty cat, please wait in the carriage now. It'll take a while, so I'll give you a snack and go."

When the tomb of obesity, which had a snack, shook its tail, Dionne whispered, "Oh my, it's nice, it's a cute nail."

"How long does it take, giving the cat a snack and making him wait?"

Dionne, whose face had been loosened in front of the cat, replied resolutely.

"Be prepared to pour out all your schedules this afternoon. I saw earlier that you didn't have any clothes to wear. That D.O. is also very determined."

"How much are you going to buy?.’

An ominous foreboding ascended the spine.