The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

It was then.

[-User Arthur Riorgnan's 'Frontline' skill will be disabled.]

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

In front of Clayo, Arthur, who was covered in blood, appeared, dividing the air at an angle of air.

Falling down and lying on the floor, Arthur was pressing down on the wound on his stomach.

Blood gushed out of the serious wound.

"Aha! Are you okay?"

"It's not okay at all. Hurry up and stop bleeding... I'm dying."

His playful tone was the same, but his cold sweaty face was as pale as a dead man. Arthur's life was in danger.

Clayo, who couldn't even lift himself up due to the feeling of dexterity, opened the circle again with the floor on.

[-Ether residue is insufficient.]

"Promise" issued a warning, but it was not in a position to hide.

I don't know much about medical care, but I didn't think that much of the wound would be treated only with haemostasis.

Clay was urgently reminded of the ablution of the law school.

Still, the world was collapsing.

When Arthur's breath became blurred, the boundaries of the world were also disturbed. In the midst of this, I couldn't think of any true statement.

Clayo's voice rang as even the air stopped moving.

"Please stop the blood, stop the infection, and heal the wound! He has to live!"

It was a terrible cry.

Nevertheless, the magic works.

The three delicately intertwined ceremonies came together and permeated into Arthur's wounds.

The ghastly bright light made my vision white.

[-Ether consumption is extreme.]

The inside of the skull jingled. The sharp nosebleed passed to the esophagus. It's hot and fishy.

The shining magical ceremony went out after a long time.

Clayo managed to lift his head as it was about to break.

Arthur, who woke up in a mess, was looking at his abdomen unbelievably.

The wound completely disappeared, with the torn clothes and hands still covered in blood.

The sound of the wind and the movement of the air returned.

The world still existed here.

"Have you survived?"

"…Thanks to you, Clay."

Doubt is certain.

the tremor following Arthur's slander

When the main character's existence is threatened by deletion, the manuscript is also damaged.

There was only one indication of all this.

If he dies, the world will be ruined?’

When the tension was relieved, the body that scratched the ether to the bottom completely lost its strength.

I couldn't hear what Isiel and Arthur were shouting each other.

'Oh, shit. I can't do this.’

[-The user's narrative intervention is increasing rapidly.]

[Inherited item: □□□'s promise]

Step 3 of [-'Promise' opens. [Tardiness capacity is created.]]

***

When Clayo, who fainted a week ago, returned in the carriage of his own artist, Kishion, the reaction of Dionne was said to have been terrifying.

Clayo himself was a little worried, so as soon as he woke up the next day, he asked Behemoth. Is there something wrong with using the ether too much?

Behemoth, who used to hit the floor with his tail, opened his mouth in a triculous look.

"Even the grave you came back from Pitch-kap was deeply concerned. "I've been looking at you all night, but you're perfectly fine."

"Then why do you have a nosebleed?”

"What's your Ether sensitivity? It's because I'm shaking because I'm able to embody that enormous power with a weak body. You are seriously short of stamina. Get some training."

Cao, relieved, hugged Behemoth and lay down for two days. It was a behemoth that held Clayo's arms in a gentle manner, even though he blared that the ribbon tie was broken.

Of course I didn't tell Dione the inside story. Unless she could understand the cat, she was not going to tell me.

"It's a little bit of a nosebleed, but it's burdensome to go around like you're seriously ill. Thanks to you, I was told to learn how to dance.’

It was good just to get out of the obligation to circle the hall with complicated steps to match even music.

Of course, I didn't just lie down, but I did ether circulation while lying down. It was true that I neglected magic since the vacation began.

After being caught in a life-threatening fight, I became more alert.

"I'm going to have to pick out what I have, whether it's to avoid mandatory military service or to avoid danger."’

Recalling the shape of the circle, he repeatedly pulled Ether out of the circle and passed through the heart, and his head cleared and his body lightened.

As Clayo lay down, Behemoth, who was stuck in bed, shook his beard and looked satisfied.

"Yes, that's it. If you do it every day, the bowl of ether will quickly grow enormously. There is plenty of ether to draw. If you put down your magic ten times, you won't feel dizzy."

"No, I don't want to make ten magic spells in a row."

The behemoth, who was lying down and moving only his eyes, kicked his tongue.

"Even though you are so talented, you are so lazy by nature... That must be the balance of the world.”

"Hey, I'll do as much as I can, and I'll never overdo it. That's my life's creed."

"I've lived hard enough in the whole world.’

***

Peace lasted only a week.

On the eighth day, the atmosphere of the mansion was chaotic.

Because Arthur came in.

Dionne, who entered the overprotective mode, never listened to Arthur's request to meet Clay.

I'm not sure if I'm being rude to others, but when the lid comes off, I'm going to have a crazy talk party or something. Mrs. Canton, who was sure to have stopped her at all, told her with wonder.

Arthur was alive and dead, but he visited Asher's mansion every day, wondering where he was so energetic.

Yesterday, I heard a fuss in the drawing room, but Clayo pretended to sleep until the end.

'I have only one thing to say anyway. He'll ask me to be on his side.’

Now I know exactly what the author means. All the elements of the story were unilaterally pushing the direction of Clayo Asher's action.

Be with Arthur.

Help him achieve his goal.

Let him survive.

The main character of the story usually survives to the end, but not always.

Even more so if the author is a manuscript losing control.

Looking at it, the story seemed to be in a state where an improbable element might suddenly pop out.

Nevertheless, even if Arthur himself told him that the world would be ruined if you died, he could not lift himself up even if he told him to live with care.

'And what's more, this is the world in the manuscript, and if it's the story he writes… You'll never believe it. No, you can't believe it. I think he'd just tell me to go to hell in a world controlled by the will of someone I don't know.’

Doesn't want to die is listening to a person's words, willing to jump into a fire key person named ‘Arthur riogeunan’ the right characteristics.

But without reckless courage and its terrible will, how can he overcome the turbulent fate that is reserved for him?

'Then, is my role a human airbag? Didn't you put me in there to stop Arthur from ending the storm because he couldn't do anything about himself?'

The main character is the one who can kill the story, and at the same time prolong the life of the story.

It is not strange for a protagonist who has performed the same narrative nine times, even if he/she becomes a person who cannot be separated from the story itself.

'Many classical plays have the title of the main character. It's not for nothing... It's a fact.'

Clay has turned over here since morning. I turned it upside down. As he was moaning, the behemoth dug into his arms.

Without opening his eyes, he could see what kind of expression Behemoth would have on his face and which way his tail would be hanging.

The three-step function of 'Promise' was attributed to the action of 'Tardiness'.

It was also "late" that kept me in bed even though I wasn't sick. Being late was too much to adapt in a few days.

"I think it's a setup that I added because I was worried that the air bag I put in might get caught first while being a parent around the main character.’

In Clayo's opinion, his physical strength, agility, and agility were at the bottom. If you want to avoid the first blow somewhere, you'll have to have good.

The first thing I felt was a different perspective.

The movement of people seemed to have slowed down due to the excessive improvement of body vision.

The feeling was also acute, so it was clearly distinguished from one by one who went to and from the hallway while lying on the bed.

I wish I could turn off the function, but I can't. Damn it.'

All the masters of the martial arts magazine had no idea how they lived without getting nervous.

I can't even sleep well because I can hear the footsteps of the carpeted hallway.’

Mrs. Canton has a calm walk, Dionne has a light and light walk, and Behemoth has a proud four-step walk.

And the tall one, Arthur, who moves quietly like an assassin.

He practiced the [hardening] technique of injecting ether into the body, jumping from the garden to the terrace and making no rustling sound.

It was ridiculous.

'You're doing nothing because you don't let him in the front door.’

Clay, covered in blankets, hugged the cat more tightly without work. He complained that the behemoth was uncomfortable, but pretended not to hear it.

clattering-clattering

Click-

Arthur was trying to bury the original prince's prestige in the ground, so he picked up the locked terrace door. Clayo shouted irritably.

"You want to steal? Why are you trying to get in and out of the door?"

Outside the terrace, Arthur replied.

"Clayo, you have a good feeling, don't you? You know me right away."

"There's no visitor to crawl into that place other than you. Is it a matter of reasoning?"

"It's because your tutor doesn't let you in through the door."

Behemoth, who was disturbed by the sleep, was in a bad mood.

"Who's the one who's been making a fuss since the morning?Mm-hmm."

Putting the behemoth on the bed, Clay walked unwillingly toward the terrace.

I closed the aesthetic curtain and opened the terrace door. He then leaned heavily against the terrace door with his arms crossed without telling Arthur to come in.

Perhaps it was because he was passing by the garden avoiding other people's eyes, but Arthur's words were not true. He had grass on his hair, pants on a shirt, and a black prince smiled like a villain.

Clayo did a good job.

"With a big mouth."

"What about you?"

It was about Clayo's crumpled pajamas, bare feet, and messy hair without brushing.

"It's because of someone."

"So I'd like to thank you, but you never meet me."

"I've heard the greeting well. Then go now. I don't want any assassins coming to my house."

"I was really sorry for that day. Usually three things. I can handle it all on my own. I've never done that before.”

'It wasn't like this in the original manuscript. How hard did the second prince catch, is a 17-year-old so used to the nightlife?'

"From what I've experienced, assassins have acquired specialized skills in undercover, and few people have higher ether levels. Why would a man like that do such a dirty job for someone else?”

That's true. That's why Aslan sent so many assassins in the last version of the manuscript, but he couldn't hurt Arthur. Arthur was a prosecutor who learned how to use ether through orthodox training.

"Why did the assassins go up so high all of all of a sudden?’

"I don't know if you saw them, but their swords were red. Isn't that weird? For both the sorcerer's circle and the prosecutor's sword to be golden, and for the sword to be colored….”

It was also published in the basic textbook on swordsmanship. Clayo was also able to recall quickly.

"You're supposed to be a sodmaster, aren't you?"

"I know the ninth place in the class well. Yeah, but they weren't sodmasters. In terms of level five? When I took him into the subspace, he lost all his energy.”

"Is there something that temporarily raises the ether level?"

Clay listened to Arthur. "Promise" also failed to clearly show the level of the assassins.

"Yeah, I took off my mask and all three of them were red-eyed. I don't think I used a healthy method.”

This was not even mentioned in the last manuscript. Clayo's expression became serious. It was an undesirable variable.