The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

What's going on here?

Clayo himself cannot be prevented from being caught up in the epic.

So even though I was determined to accept it, I felt resistance when an unexpected hook came in.

Considering the existing manuscript, there are not many days to be calm in the future even if you don't add incident accidents, but "tansinyeon," which seems to be trying to add unnecessary tension, was reluctant.

"Birthday parties are always an ominous flag....’

"If you don't go, why don't the knights come and drag you away? It's a celebration of a birthday party.”

"Look, I knew it would come out like this. I volunteered to be a lion because it would be troublesome if you were caught by the royal humans while stretching out as usual. Isn't that a tearful friendship?"

"What about friendship? If you move, your eyes will follow you."

Dionne, who was listening to the two men's great distance, was serious.

"Lord!"

"Tut, look. Lady Dionne's face is white. What do you want me to do? You can do that at school, but you should refrain from doing that outside."

"As a guardian of the provincial master's poor slip of the tongue, I apologize for it. Thank you for your generosity."

"You don't have to be so formal, Lady Dionne. I'm nothing but generosity. By the way, did you drink too much tea, which way is the restroom?"

Arthur didn't touch the teacup.

The broken talk was just a sign that the two would have time to talk.

When Arthur left with Isiel, Dionne opened his eyes in triangular shape and reached Clay. He began to push.

"You're not going to accept an invitation to the royal family with your name on it? You want to declare yourself a republican?”

"Why is that supposed to happen? Not attending a ball is a political manifestation?”

"This is why you don't know the world...His Majesty's Birthday in Summer is an event where Prince Melchior shows off his popularity. Don't be so rude and just tell them we're leaving."

"What's the prince doing nothing. If I ask you to come, do I have to go? Were you in charge of public office or did you swear allegiance to the royal family?”

"What do you mean, Prince Albion is a beautiful prince whom we love. Shut your mouth. I should thank Prince Arthur for coming in person for fear of this.

You don't seem to be aware of the fact that you're a royal family or something at school, but would you be able to come to your senses if you suffer from profanity? What a loud incident it would have been if he did this in front of a formal lion sent by his depraved prince!"

"Uh…."

"When the youngest prince comes back, he says he'll accept it."

Arthur returned to the drawing room.

Clayo opened the invitation with a chewed-up face and signed the letter after writing his intention to attend.

Dionne quickly put a record on the phonograph. Then he put one hand on his waist and reached out the other to Clayo, who was sitting down.

He stared vacantly at the tiny hand in front of him.

"Excuse me, D.

"I can't back off now. What would be my reputation as a teacher if you couldn't even waltz? It'll be more fun to learn when you have friends today."

'No, I don't think so at all.’

Dionne's determination was determined. A cheerful dance song rang in the drawing room. He laughed at Clayo as if he had seen an interesting sight at the giant tomb that had walked in.

"How can you disobey Lady? Hehe."

Isiel, who seems to be able to help, was already distracted by Behemoth and was only petting the cat's back.

As if he had made a mocking face, Behemoth pricked his beard cutely and rubbed his mouth against Isiel's foot.

Clayo's pupils trembled relentlessly.

In the meantime, Arthur's eyes met as he was putting together the invitations. I could see him talking only with his mouth behind Dionne.

Do you need help?

"Come on, hold my hand and get up, Master!

Clayo clenched his teeth and nodded just once. Arthur laughed silently.

"It's Lady Dion."

"Yes, Prince?"

"Taking lessons is good, but could you allow me to spend a day with a friend I haven't seen in a long time?"

As soon as he left Asher's mansion, Arthur asked, 'Did you bring your wallet?' When he said yes, he snatched up Clayo and climbed onto the tail of a circulation tank.

The rear compartment of the streetcar had only railings without ceilings and walls, and there was strong wind and shaking. The sound was also loud, so I had to shout to hear the words.

"Where are you going?"

"On the east side! There's no really good bar on the west side! This body can tell you how Lundane's drinking life is!"

Two boys and a girl got off at a tram stop in the east, and ordered a ton of sausages and fries from a pub at the corner of the station.

The ale with the greasy side dish was excellent.

The boys emptied the pint in an instant, but Isiel refused to drink soda.

The drinking party, which began in a mess, continued until the third round of the Eoyeongbuyeong.

The second car crossed a dirty back alley to drink fresh-scented gin and the third car to drink sherry.

I think Arthur's mind contained a map of the Lundane bar tour because he went out of the dormitory without permission to drink.

It was a common store, but it was cozy and tasted good.

At this point, I pushed aside the fact that the party was Arthur and that it really needed to learn his dance or what it was tomorrow.

'This sherry is really good, too. It's acidic and has a heavy nut scent on dried fruits.'

Clay felt sorry for the rest of Sherry.

In time, Arthur returned to the table with two new drinks.

"But why don't you want to learn how to dance? What's wrong with a pretty tutor teaching you?"

"You're pretty and you just don't want to do it."

"You're a little stubborn when you don't look like that.”

"If you don't look like that, you just talk nonsense.”

"Do you think I will win or you will win if you compare me to me? You profane scoundrel."

Clayo, who ignored the prince's talk or not, snatched a drink from his hand and tasted it. It was a port wine with a strong plum scent.

Arthur also emptied his glass of his own and laughed.

"Do you like the drink here?”

"Yes."

"It's going straight from Port and Pedro Pedro Pedro Pedro Pedro. The owner's cousin lives in Pedro!"

"How long have you been drinking so hard that it's so tight?"

It`s a side benefit of being a fool. I had to be a jerk. As you said during the day, it's a life where the eyes follow.”

"Keck-."

Clayo's drinking alcohol got stuck in his throat. He remembered everything he said earlier in anger.

Why didn't he even turn on the blinker? Ugh, my mouth is the same.’

"It's not a big secret that I'm always being threatened with, but no one's ever talking in front of me, and you're funny. He says he doesn't want to bounce and wants to be expelled, but he does everything that attracts people's attention."

"You don't know what's going on, do you want to get attention? What?"

"A guy who doesn't want to be interested in breaking a four-level prosecutor's leg and fighting three five-level prosecutors?"

"Why would that be a fight? I mean, how could you have said, "I'm going to grab you and try to fill in the leash?"”

"Why didn't you put up with it?"

Arthur, who laid down his empty glass, gave a lower voice.

"I don't know why you're trying to hide your power, but you're already done. You saw your magic, Zebedee and the students, and the knights of the Royal Guard. Melchior knows who you are. The evidence is this invitation."

As if to remind him of the existence of the invitation, Arthur tapped on the front panel of his jacket.

"Does the prince have anything to do? I'm just going to worry about one student making trouble....”

"The school system can stop the intruders, but it can't stop the rumors from spreading.”

"Why do you care so much when the magician is not as powerful as a prosecutor?"

"Jevedi was a pacifist. He refused to use the magic of hurting people. But it's not clear whether you're a pacifist."

The noisy corner of the bar was a good place to have a secret conversation at midnight.

Perhaps that was also considered insufficient defense, Isiel sat on the side where he could see the entrance well without getting caught in the conversation and kept his vigilance around him.

"Anyone who has good news tells your story. For the first time in history, Albion may have two Level 8 wizards."

"Everyone's in vain."

"Huh? You're already a Level 3 wizard, and it's clearly listed in the Capital Guard's register."

"Your Highness knows everywhere in the country, even under the command of the Kishion."

"It's not me, it's Melchior's Secret Intelligence Service that knows everything. I just peeked at some of the amazing information in their drawers. You're stuck in the capital's mansion and you're looking at what I'm doing. You're not close to your father, you don't have much power."

Suddenly Arthur reached out at an invisible speed and pulled Clayo's arm. Clayo almost spilled his drink because he was pulled to the table.

"Hey, hey, come on. Talk to me, you son of a gun!"

As the commotion seemed to grow, Isiel sneaked around to hide the two boys from the eyes of the people.

Arthur raised the ether. There was a wave of sparks between the arms and hands that met. Clay saw a rising scar on the back of his hand.

a dark blue-and-white rectangle

It was 'Editor Authority'.

You could've put in an ether and put out someone else's grave?!’

"It's a castle in a unique skill."

Arthur stared at the rectangular castle.

"I've been thinking a lot since what happened in the hallway that day. What kind of abilities do you have?”

Clayo shook Arthur's hand in a rage. Arthur stopped holding and relaxed.

When Ether disappeared, the scar faded again, but Arthur kept his eyes on Clayo's back.

"There are two possibilities. It's a 'analysis' or a 'prediction' related to a 'prediction'."

Clayo flinched at the speculation that was quite close to the facts. Arthur didn't miss the reaction.

"…on what grounds?"

"You were about to move away when you found out I was 'Aro Riognan,' and when he couldn't make it, you changed something. I recognized at a glance the scars that had not even been handed down to me."

"Too much speculation."

"You like to guess. Don't believe what I saw with my own eyes, you're the only one who's stubborn. How would you explain what happened at Trinity auction house if it wasn't for the ability of the scar?"

'I was wondering if you were quiet, what's this sudden deployment?’

Clayo recalled the contents of the last manuscript. Arthur, who has a weaker political position than his brothers, worked harder to find talent, and made all the talent he found on his side.

But surely there was no wizard at Arthur's party.

In "New Writing," is the author... You want to include a wizard in his party? Was that his intention?’