The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Then all the 'promise' abilities given to him and the prince's classmates were connected.

"I thought the prince was pretending to be close to me, but it was a foundation for this development."’

Clayo's expression slowly grew thick. Whether he did or not, Arthur continued with unusual prudence.

"I don't think you're going to be an eight-level wizard, anyway."

"It's a wise decision.”

"No, Clay. That's not it. Listen to me through. I saw you use magic on vacation day, six times in total."

"Where was this guy watching that?’

Clayo's forehead was burning when he remembered shouting ambassador to the 2nd grade middle school in the middle of a dirty warehouse. It was really... embarrassing.

And embarrassment was not the only problem.

There are many retired old soldiers near the Kishion writer`s military camp. I asked everyone who fought in the war decades ago. Even the great Jebedi couldn't make the same magic five or six times in a row.It's more."

"Well, it's a long time ago, so people's memories could be blurry. Or you saw something wrong in the warehouse that day."

As he remained unfamiliar to the end, the laughter disappeared completely from Arthur's face, the smiling merchant.

"Let's stop wasting time, Ray. You are a wizard who may achieve level 8 or higher. So even if Melchior shakes the bait, it's better not to bite. I had to tell you this before my birth.”

Clay felt at odds with Arthur's firm face. In the manuscript, it was always the second prince who directly threatened Arthur. Prince I, on the other hand, was somewhat uncontrollable and secretive.

'And besides, Prince Melchior, he's never a king!

"The greatest threat to you right now is not the crown prince, but when you're distracted when you can't use it?"

"Yes, it's Aslan who always puts a knife in my bed. It's easy to know what he's doing. But Melchior... No one can understand him, and they don't know what he really wants.”

Clayo frowned on his brow. Arthur Tan seemed to have approached the prince to warn him of his mysterious approach, but it was an unnecessary intervention.

No matter what anyone does or what he says, there's no one as influential as Arthur himself.

This is the world of fiction and all the historical events here are caused by Arthur.

"In the meantime, he's been poking around behind me for nothing, so the narrative intervention level has gone up. Ha….'

"I don't like the fact that Melchior invited you. I have a good hunch, though."

"No matter how unlucky the crown prince is, he'll be as good as you."

"Haha, I haven't heard that 'bad kid' in a decade. Did your scar tell you that, too?"

"Think as you like."

As Arthur and Clayo's workshop became disorganized, Isiel, who saw the clock, got up first. It was approaching midnight.

"Your vision is ambitious."

"I'll have to go in.”

"Yes, that's enough."

Clayo, who regained some reason, also stood up after her.

Clayo shot all of today's liquor with various help.

It wasn't a big deal because they were so cheap, but I was a little bit full that Isiel only drank a little soda with syrup and the rest went into Arthur's mouth.

After leaving the bar, the group walked to catch the last tram. It was such a narrow alley that it took time to get out.

Isiel looked at the front and the rear, and Arthur took the lead, humming the song with childish lyrics.

Clayo, who was walking next to Isiel, opened his mouth first.

"By the way, I'm sorry for saying hello to Isiel late. Thank you for earlier. I would have been seriously hurt if you didn't help me.”

"I didn't do it because you were cute."

When we last met, I saw that Isiel's tone was still cold, but he had a worried face in front of the stairs.

Isiel's ears were slightly red as he turned his head as if he didn't want to say more. He seemed to be embarrassed.

Clayo was about to laugh, but he quickly grabbed her mouth for fear of hurting her feelings.

"I'm still young.’

"Yes, I know.”

Arthur looked back at Isiel and Clayo and laughed meanly.

"I'm the prosecutor to protect myself, but I'm only saving you. Don't you feel indebted to me, Clayo?"

"Feeling indebted? That's my wallet, so you should feel it, right?”

"Hey, I can pay you back ten to a hundred times later. If you're on my side."

"You're funny.”

"I'm telling you!"

Arthur's loud laughter spreads through the dark alley.

Because he grew up suffering outside the palace, he had no royal arrogance.

Instead, they are friendly and loyal.

It's because he's stubborn, but when he sees the manuscript, he cares about his colleagues and subordinates as if they were his life.

If it wasn't for this way, he wouldn't have been a bad guy.

"The prince's personality is not the problem. The main character of this manuscript is the problem.’

Clayo is sure in resignation.

If the author wants to do so, Clay will have to stand on Arthur's side someday.

But that's not what we're supposed to do from today, is it?’

Arthur is still 17 years old. No matter how strict the military training is and how hard the sword is, it cannot create a storm that will shake the world.

While the prince was creating his own power, he didn't necessarily have to do well after some fun with investment.

What's a good money? You can help Arthur by buying and hugging him. Let's not worry about the future too far away.’

Clayo turned his mind forward. It's only a loss to you who's worried about what's bothering you.

In Lundane in summer, dusk fell after 9 p.m. Even though it was almost midnight, the night before the sun was serious was soft in the navy.

Even though Arthur made me feel bad at the last minute, there was a subtle excitement of drinking.

It was a good night.

Until dozens of memorabilia shot in the dark spilled out on the party.

It was a raid!

Kagagang-Chae-

Gains-

In an instant, Isiel, who spread the sword, flew the sword and dropped his memory.

"Mr. Arthur!"

The prince also pulled out a sword.

The two men, who had been reinforced by the injection of ether into their arms and legs, shot up the floor.

The ether on the sword was also dazzling and seemed to be lightning.

Cakang-Chae-Chae-Chae-Chae-Chakang-!

They also stopped the second shot of memorization.

The "Understanding" function of "Promise" was also automatically activated when the two released the sword.

The string of [Four Level Examination] floated and scattered over the children's heads.

Clayo, completely frozen behind the valiant fighter, opened the circle a step later.

"[Well, stop the enemy!]

Although he stammered because he was so surprised and was a poor statement, the [defensive] magic was strongly expressed, perhaps because of the added urgency.

The present magic flashed in a flash.

Chae Chae-Chae-Ki-ik-

Chae-Chaeng-

Memorizers were unable to overcome their magic and missed out on the outside of the circle. Sgt. organs struck by assassins toward the circle were also thrown into flames.

The magical light lit up the dark alley like day.

Black clothes were revealed in the corner. There were three raiders.

Arthur fought back without a moment's delay. He jumped out of the circle and aimed for one of his neck.

Isiel took a deep cut on the shoulder of the second assassin trying to disturb Arthur.

They evaded the attack of boys and girls.

The assassins' abilities were also formidable. When he was caught, he drew out the sword without hesitation.

Clayo's eyes grew with astonishment.

The ominously red sword stretched out twice the length of the sword.

The message of 'promise' did not come up properly and went awry. But you can tell just by looking at the sword. The level of the assassins was clear.

'They're level five! No!'

Isiel first stepped back into the circle, widening the gap.

"It's an intermediate prosecutor!"

"They don't even know the honor!”

Ju-jong, who quickly judged the situation, responded by using the circle as a cover, but it was not enough.

Confused, Clayo clasped his trembling hands. As a modern man, the fight between blood and flesh was both unfamiliar and frightening.

But I couldn't afford to let go.

Magic keeps assassins from entering the circle. But Clayo can't attack either unless he puts his opponent in the circle.

Every time I tried to turn off, I would restart the [defensive] magic three times in a row, and the longer the fight, the more Arthur and Isiel hurt. Clayo's ether was also wearing out.

'Come up with the law school. There must be something.’

Fear and tension did not even remind me of the magic that I already knew.

There are three magic expressions that level 3 wizards can load at the same time.

Clayo, who came up with the combination of [Excluding the Protector] and [Excluding the Designator] did not restart the defense practice this time.

Clayo desperately squeezed out the truth.

At this moment, I came up with the phrase, which was a miracle of the wrong lecture on Romantic English and American poetry.

It doesn't make sense, but he couldn't even make up his mind, so he just threw it.

The three assassins rushed into the circle without delay, judging that Clayo's ether was exhausted.

cried Clayo.

"[On the dark stormy air, move like the wind of light!]]3)”

The bodies of the assassins rose in the wind. The weapons they missed were mixed up in the whirlwind.

The golden storm, rising from the bottom to the sky, was so bright that it darkened my eyes.

Isiel and Arthur were not bound by the wind by [except designates]. The two made light fun of each other and gave the two assassins a decisive blow to the two were swept away by strong winds.

Only one of the three looked the best, barely balanced in the storm and fixed his weapon.

"You little rats--"

The assassin, who had his face covered, raised his flesh in the red eyes under the hood. He jumped over Isiel and Arthur and aimed for Clayo, and stretched the sword several times longer.

Clayo, who is still working on magic, had no means to fight back.

shouted Arthur, who turned his body around in a hurry.

"No!"

A dark energy exploded from Arthur's scar before the red sword reached Clayo. 'Promise' floated up a golden letter.

[-A-A-Roignan uses the 'front-screening' skill.]

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:00:39 / 00:00:40]

The magical wind dies down.

Clayo, who consumed too much ether, sat down on the floor as his knees relaxed.

The back alley became quiet again.

Leaving Isiel and Clay Oman behind.

Three assassins and Arthur disappeared into subspace. Surely, it was Arthur's will.

"How can you deal with all of them alone?"

Isiel's face turned red with impatience. The two were seriously injured. One, three. Arthur had also been cut from place to place.

"There's no way?!”

Clayo replied vaguely.

'The subspace of the foreground skill cannot be violated by any magic....”

How many seconds have passed?

Once again, Isiel's lips stop wide open while trying to bite something. Her hair, which was shaking as she breathed, also stops.

'Promise' flashed dangerously.

[-A-AROIGNAN] is deeply involved in the composition of the world.

-The presence of the main character...fififi‼fi Threat of deletion…1▲I'm going to cut it off. Damage to '□□□□'s Palimpsest' will occur.]

The world that has existed so far breaks down from the edge.

With Clayo seated and Isiel standing in a narrow alley like an island, it is about to be dismantled like a broken letter and torn paper.

It was just like what happened in the hallway of the dean's office. The world was warping.

Why? I didn't even write Editorial Authority.’

The world's split rift reached the foot of Isiel in an instant.

Her shadow is drawn first into the dark crevice. There is nothing but a void in the gap.

Clay couldn't even breathe out properly.

3) Adonais, Percy Bysshe Shelley.