The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

"Come on, come in for a second."

"Are you finally letting me in? It's about to hit the air."

"Let's not talk…"

Arthur, sitting cross-legged in an armchair in front of the centerpiece, looked as if he was sitting at his house.

"Why did you drag all those dangerous people in alone?"

"The other day, when the subspace was reset, everything inside disappeared. Only those who are alive come back to this side. I can't make a fuss about being raided, but it's been a big deal to get rid of the body. So I took him in to leave."

It's a masterpiece to say that you talk while scratching your back of the head. It was not something to say with a sneaky smile as if he was caught playing some kind of bad joke.

"He's been killing so many people he's been telling me to take care of the body.’

"Also, I was in a hurry because I was afraid the future cannabis would die a dog."

"He's a good talker when he's in trouble. I got caught up with you, but thank you for stopping them from attacking me. I'm grateful for what I'm grateful for, and there's no guarantee that I'll become a cannabis....”

Arthur loosened his twisted legs and held out his upper body.

"Don't show me the evidence if you're going to steal it. Even for a moment, they had the power of a five-level prosecutor, but they couldn't break through your defensive magic, a three-level wizard, with a sword."

'No, when were you measuring it when your life was at stake?’

"My eyes are not wrong. I'm sure they'll recognize you. Not only are you a wizard, but you also have the stigma of 'analysis' or 'prediction'."

Clayo, who didn't have much to say, kept his mouth shut up. Laughing in his throat, Arthur slanted his sword and twisted his legs to the other side.

"It's not been delivered to the capital yet to find the holy relics at the Trinity auction house, and there will be a lot of invitations at the door of your dormitory during the autumn social season."

Just imagining it made me lose my appetite. Arthur continued, watching Clayo's honest face wrinkled again.

"So I'm going to stamp it in advance. It's convenient for me. If you bet on me now, the stakes will be ten times higher and come back.”

"What exactly is it to be on the side? Your colleague? Your friend? Or do you want me to swear loyalty?"

Arthur's eyebrows flared up when his usual mild refusal and other answers returned.

"Would you do it if I told you to swear.

"No. Never."

"I suppose so. Loyalty is no loyalty. It would be too much to be a colleague or a friend right now. I know you don't like me. But at least don't stand by Melchior or Aslan."

Again, Clayo looked at the distant mountain.

'Is that what you're talking about again? On the other prince's side... Can you lift it? They look fine now, but one of them is a man who will go crazy and the other is a villain."

Arthur's tone became more earnest as to how he interpreted Clayo's silence.

It seems like you already know, but Aslan is behind the assassins. He can't cover his face anymore. He's like that with his own brother, and if he takes power, wouldn't he say it's worse? If they wish the power of the cannabis, it wouldn't benefit the world.”

Clayo, who was complaining, focused his attention on Arthur again. Arthur now considers not only Aslan but also Melchior a dangerous person.

'Well, the prince in the paper was a perfect man. Handsome, competent, hardworking, and very popular.'

"How can you be sure of that? He's the second prince. You've been through something, so I'm convinced. But the prince has a good reputation, right? What makes you think you're not going to benefit the world?

Arthur exhaled a shallow breath as if he had been caught off guard. A low silence fell.

The hesitation was short. Arthur clenched his fist as if he had made up his mind.

"There's no basis... So I don't think you'll believe me, but I have to be honest. I just know what they're going to do."

‘!!!’

"I know the consequences without cause. That's the curse I received."

Arthur went on, choosing words slowly, and rarely. They were discussing issues that they had never thought about how to language themselves.

"It's also the reason why I was abandoned with my mother at the Summer Palace of Change since I didn't know how to write my name. Some of the ominous things happened as I knew them.”

It's impossible to say to Arthur, but Clay had an idea.

"You should've written it over and over again! I've written and erased the same story eight times. It's all mixed up even if you don't touch it.’

"I know anyway. There will be too much negative blood coming from them.”

The sharp, cutting blue-green eyes face Clayo squarely.

My head was dinged with the keen sense of being late, and with such strong energy.

The prince cannot retreat. Many people's hopes and beliefs are already hanging on the shoulders of a young boy.

Clayo could no longer find a word of rejection. The main character's manpower was strong because he just dodged without justification.

'It's too much, so stop looking at me like that.'

"Yes, I see. On your side or not, at least I won't join the other princes.”

"Are you promising me?"

"…I promise."

As if he had been waiting for the very answer, 'Promise' popped up.

[-The user's narrative intervention increases rapidly.]

I was expecting this to happen, but when I really thought of it, even the item looked mean.

Arthur raised his spirits, and Clayo, who suffered from fatigue from both sides of the earth's crust, buried his waist deeply in an armchair.

"But why are you so impatient when your second brother is only a student?”

In fact, it was questionable from the time I read the previous manuscript.

Aslan has shown great malice since Arthur was a child, unable to even walk up.

Arthur did not become the target of Aslan's eradication because Arthur had dance, but because Aslan constantly drove Arthur to his extremity, Arthur seemed to have been able to become a four-level prosecutor at the age of 17.

It was certainly strange to brutally check the three princes who had no legitimacy to fight over the throne and had no ulterior motive.

'That doesn't make sense. The result comes before the cause. Maybe….'

"That's, uh... Maybe because I was born?”

Arthur's rare, self-confident answer gave Clay one realization.

Aslan's motive, which even Arthur could not guess, was the very purpose of his existence.

the natural destiny of the character created to persecute the protagonist

"Aslan has hated me since I had memories. Or rather... He said I looked like a person who learned what hatred is when I was born.

Aslan, who was not there, was not as angry as he is now, said Hileida, the royal maid. He was a smiley, energetic, friendly boy."

Arthur, who put his chin on his hands with his fingers crossed, and his elbows on his knees, muttered with a sulky face.

"Aslan, as far as I know, looks at me with the eyes of a dog in hell. But it's not my fault that I was born, is it? The color of my eyes and hair like Leonid I is just like my mother. The damn King of Conquest legend, Aslan, turned around."

Clayo quickly wrote "Memories" to find the legend of King Conquest in the manuscript.

The legend of King Leonid I, who has sun-like hair and sea-like eyes in the northwest, was about the founding of Albion.

"Legendary of the Conquest, your brother must be quite romantic….”

"Well, that's a sprained eye. If I have two romances, I won't be able to survive."

Why are you talking about King Jeongbok already? That's what Arthur said in the last manuscript after a long roll.’

Surely the elements of the story were acting differently in .

Arthur shook Clayo's head, which was about to be complicated, cleanly.

"Anyway. After this, I thought he deserved to make a good reason to hate me. Well, the crown doesn't say whose name it belongs to."

The meaning of Arthur's words, which were still bent, was clear.

It was a declaration that he would pursue the throne.

"Now that the king is alive, and a well-informed prince is here, that's all. Aren't you afraid to take the rap for treason or profanity?"

"You and I are the only ones here. Who's going to write a snitch? If you were going to report me somewhere, you'd have already done it. I've been talking about this a couple of times, but you haven't done anything.”

"Hey, I told you I wasn't on their side. I wasn't on your side. You're going too far?"

"I don't know if I have a mother's family or a secret intelligence service, or at least I have to be decisive. Think really hard. If you're a young man of faith, isn't it worth risking your life to choose a king to fulfill his faith?”

"I have no faith."

"The future sorcerer is a tough opponent. But if I want to accomplish a great job, I'll have to be with me. I'm not giving up, so keep that in mind."

Arthur, who had said all he had to say, left the door and jumped over the terrace railing and disappeared.

Only thin linen curtains swayed slowly, proving the trace of the missing person.

Stuck in an armchair, Clayo stared at the edge of the curtain, leaving a trail in a sensitive field of vision. There was also a shallow ripples inside him.

"Is knowing the results without cause really just Arthur's characteristic? The same goes for other princes who have repeated nine lives in the center of the narrative.’

Beyond the author's will, the characters lived their lives practicing their thoughts and wills. Accepting or resisting a given fate.

The story was twisted by the characters in the work.

And the only person who can recognize and correct the twist would be himself.

It occurred to me that if I did not go against the author's intentions, the power to exercise authority equivalent to the author - the meaning of "editor's authority" was there.

"Sullan is also pursuing a throne that he would not have had throughout the eight revisions, so he must have had a lot of grudges. Maybe that's why he sent a stronger assassin than he intended. Oh, everyone lives too hard.’

I wonder how much he had a free will while living in a world where there was no such thing as a world writer.

He lived alive, and he went from day to day, struggling with what had come.

"Kim Jung-jin" had no particular goal to achieve or purpose of life. All I have is a memory of people who died without any foreboding.

Therefore, they are attracted to the condition that they can start their lives in a whole new world.

Rather, the "world with authors" side might be better for him. At least Cleio Asher has the purpose of being given by the author.

If Arthur dies and the world collapses, in the worst case scenario, he will die with the plaintiff.

In the best case, it would be only to return to a world where there is nothing left but student loans.

Clayo asked an advisory.

Is it okay if this second life ends?

A room that was cold in winter and hot in summer. Do you want to repeat the dawn when you wake up alone in a small house where the end touches the bookshelf when you lay a blanket?

It wasn't.

'Even if it's all fantasy... I hope this place will last.’

Dionne's clear laughter, the low purr of the morning behemoth, and Mrs. Canton's affectionate concern.

He has two worlds.

A real world that doesn't need itself, and a built world that desperately wants it.

The last world needed Clayo's help to survive.

'…I didn't really understand every time I saw the Matrix. Even if I take blue medicine, I can feel the taste of steak as if it's real, so why do I have to take red medicine?’

This guy's not dead.

Is there a hierarchy between a written story and an unwritten world that cannot be reversed?

Is the relationship between a born person and a written person absolute?

Is a person less than a human being?

When these questions were raised between "Kim Jung-jin" and "Clayo Asher," positive answers were not easy.

When he said he would leave one of his two lives, he could find no reason to choose the former.

"He's really good at looking at people. If there was anything else in the world, I wouldn't have been trying to figure out how to get out, but I'd have to pick myself back."

The author gave Jeong-jin a place in the world. This hospitality was sweet, even if conditional.

The fact that "editor authority" is only plausible in name and not an easy-to-use skill also might be a world-class limit created by the author.

"They do everything they want to do whatever they want. You told me to speak without reserve, but I got angry. Well... I thought I wouldn't be able to sit and write hundreds of thousands of words if I listened to others.’

Whether it was the first year or the fifth year of the year, "Jeongjin" didn't achieve much of his will when he was divided with the authors in the direction of editing.

In such a situation, it was stubbornness to come all the way here and stay away from Arthur.

Furthermore, at this point in time, Clay himself is the only one in the world who can be sure that Arthur will become king. Because he knows his future is determined.

"Other people are on Arthur's side as if they're gambling, but it's not gambling to me. If you stick to him now, he'll be the one who bought Samsung Electronics shares in the '90s.’

Is it too much of a psychological victory?

However, I thought it would be better to follow the flow but gain an advantageous position than to be dragged into the narrative by being broken while enduring.

Above all.

"We'll have to stick together anyway to keep Arthur from jumping to his death. I'm going to take care of what happened. But what am I asking you to do?’

Isieldo, Chelsea, and Angelium twins all had something to ask of Arthur.

Arthur was the only person who could fulfill their hopes. That's why he gave such strong support.

Then Arthur, who ascended the throne, will keep his oath with his companions who helped him.

"But I don't need to inherit the family or power. Since other people will bring in the grandiose things, should I ask you to take a look at a place like a royal magic adviser who's getting a lot of pensions and nothing going on?’

It wasn't a bad idea.

It is a no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, I'm sure you won't hear anything unpleasant in your life.

"If Arthur knows what's ahead, and if he's gotten ahead of it, his ascension could be accelerated. If you do well, you'll be a king in a few years.’

Clayo's manuscript was finished in part one, but there was no more force to threaten Arthur after he ascended the throne.

"The second part of the development award will inevitably be Arthur Euchunga... You don't have to fret about saving your life anymore when the great king's reign comes."

As a young retired royal magic adviser and landowner, I imagined a life of receiving pensions and rent.

It was an attractive future design.

Clayo went downstairs for the first time in a while and sat down at his desk, wearing a proper shirt and pants instead of pajamas.

'First, let's sort out what we've got so far.’

First, property.

1. The 1.2 million dinar my father gave me: I think I'll have to give it back someday. Keep it in cash as it is. I'll throw it to your face when the time comes.

'Gidion said he was sending valuable gifts to the first and second princes. In the midst of all this, if your son is against the prince who has no power or power, he wouldn't welcome you wouldn't welcome him.’

2. Lira sales of 5.5 million dinars: Dionne is working hard to buy land. More than two-thirds of the landowners were said to have been over.

'The mine is under investigation at the same speed as the last manuscript. There's not much time left. If the train station plan is announced, it will soar three times at once. Soon it will be worth more than 15 million dinars. Keep it as it is.'

The second one is magic.

1. Current ether level is 3, and there are 3 magic slots available at the same time. There are a total of 100 magic spells memorized.

"It's like maintaining third place in the class from the second semester, and even if Arthur tries to keep up with it, I'll have to raise the level faster. Memorize the second and third volumes of magic.'

The third is the function of the attributed item 'promise'.

'Let's see, it's four in total.’

0. Basic function: infinite ether stress.

1. "Remember": I can remember all the text I read.

2. "Understanding": You can check other people's 'unique skills', ether levels, and the identity of the Madoo.

3. "Tardiness": Five senses are sharp enough to detect danger easily.

After writing it down to here, I bit on the butter cookies Mrs. Canton sent me, saying that the meal was poor. Clayo's forehead was frowned at the sweet taste of his tongue.

It's been like this for a week and I couldn't eat properly. At first, I thought I made the wrong food, but....

Late, we need to figure this out first.’

She pushed cookies into Behemoth's mouth, looking at her. I had a good meal.

"How does it taste?"

"It's the best today. You have to pay more weekly for dessert in your house.”

Just in case. There was no problem with the taste of the food itself.

"I'll tell him that."

"The labor costs are from my father's pocket anyway.’

"By the way, I'd like to ask a word to the spirituality....”

"I'll answer you without saying anything that's on your lips, so ask me."

Behemoth, who drank a bottle of wine every other day during the vacation, was a generous graveyard for both body and mind. The slurred and Chalang was envious of his tummy fat.

I think I used the ether too much on the day I was brought in the other day, and all my senses seem to be ten times more sensitive. I can't stand this. People are loud and the food feels too sweet and salty."

"Huh-huh.

"Cats are more sensitive than humans, aren't they? How do you normally eat people's food and sleep comfortably at night? Is there a way to control it?”

"You know, the main grave is called 'click.'

"Please give me a detailed explanation so I can understand myself.”

"There are wizards who suddenly become sensitive to five senses depending on items and methods of training. It can be mitigated by adjusting the ether pulse. You can set the signal for yourself. It's like locking a faucet or closing a door."

It's a signal? How do we decide?”

"You ask me that, too! Think of it as a simple thing like tapping your fingers or blinking your eyes, reducing the extended sense to your heart!"

Clayo did as Behemoth told him. I blinked my eyes and tapped my fingers.

"Nothing's happening. It's the same."

"…Oh, right. It is a technology that is only possible when it is over ether level 4. I forgot your level for a moment. It's such an American level."

"Ugh. So is there any way we can do it right now?”

Level 4 allows us to precisely adjust the movement of the ether. Magic doesn't have to be as ignorant as it is now. Where's the easy way? Training is the only answer."

"I've been circulating ethers every day, but does it make it easier to level up?”

"It's not easy, but I can guide you. Eh-hem, only....”

Now I know even if I don't listen to the rest of the story.

"What kind of wine do you want, my hon.

Champagne would be good for summer now. Two bottles of 'Square of Gold' produced in 1888 made only from black grapes in northern Charlon. Bring the baked foie gras and figs together."

"Is there any possibility? And the toasted bryosh on the butter, right?

"You are a quick learner. I'm very pleased with the main character."

Clayo quickly called the boy on an errand and sent him to the liquor store.

So the Behemoth Hell Special Lecture began.

***

It was not too hot even in the middle of summer, but after mid-August, there was a chilly wind day and night.

The king's birthday is a week away. School started soon after the birth ceremony.

Dionne, who has been shopping for land in the O'Reiles area, has been hard to see for weeks.

That's why we set Saturday afternoon as a regular reporting day, and every time we met, it proved our tremendous drive.

He promised a fee of 8 percent of the total transaction amount, which made him feel better.

Dionne, who was heir to the firm but had not yet inherited his property, had no property in her personal name. I understand that 400,000 dinar is a real price.

"How's it going?"

"It's very smooth. Now, if you turn your mind to two, you'll get all 12 of them! It's all thanks to the fact that the building's value has been zero since the O'Reillys fire."

"Quick work is good, but you're careful not to reveal my identity, right?”

"Of course. Originally from O'Reillys, he said it was an investment made by a businessman who made money from abroad. Or who would spend so much money to buy a place like the O'Reillys?”

"Well, if I buy that much land, that's where I come from. We can use the ointment from now on."

"That's true. There are 12 pieces, so... There are small private houses, but there are places that were originally huge apartments. It would be a large area if it were all put it together. Do you need that kind of land as a hotel site?”

"No."

"Any other use plan?"

"I think I'll just leave it as a notice for a while. If the city pays attention, install a fountain and plant a cheap landscape."

"Why?"

"When the time comes, I'll tell you why."

"My partner is Cha-am. He has a lot of secrets."

"So you don't like it?"

"Oh, you little brat! That's fine. Is there anything else I can do?”

"I was going to tell you anyway. Do you have Ma Gwang-seok bronze and cast iron in stock at Grey's Corporation?"

Whether inside or outside the circle, Mana Stone, a precious metal containing ether inside, was extremely rare and expensive.

Unlike real jewelry, only a small amount has been found in historical sites or relics in the form that has already been processed.

On the other hand, Ma Gwang-seok, which can only carry ether inside the circle, was cheaper. It was often found in large quantities in old sewage construction sites.

In addition, ordinary metals do not bear ethers unless the ether user has direct contact with them.

"Ma-gwang-seok is quite in stock, but it's rusty and it's going to take some time because it hasn't been cleaned."

"How much is it?"

"I'll have 15kg of bronze and 8kg of cast iron. Why not?"

"I'll do the processing, so please sell all of them. It's necessary for magic practice."

"Oh! You're going to practice magic now, because you're going to avoid the service when you' Let's see, iron and bronze can only be used as a medium of attack magic, right? It's a difficult road because there's no one there who does it.”

"Think the other way around. It's easier to get points if you do something that others don't."

"Oh, my God, you're such a good babyhead. Okay, if you practice magic, it's good news as a guardian. I'll give you bronze and cast iron at a wholesale price!"

"Thank you, Lady Dionne."

"You're welcome! If it works out, I'll show you sometime soon."

"Okay, I'll give you a quick demonstration."

"Are you pretty confident?"

Instead of answering, Clayo just laughed.

***

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Hot black dust slowly subsided through the dug up soil.

It was a successful control.

How many days did it take to reach this point?

I'm not sorry about the liberal arts department.

After repeated magic dozens of times over the weeks, the sponsorship, which had been in full bloom in summer, has long been turned into a muddy field.

Clayo, who didn't care about the landscaping, raised his thumb at Behemoth. The cat also hit the floor with its tail, making it a satisfied face.

"I have a feeling now. So this is level four magic!"

"I'm sorry it stopped just before level five, but I can say I've done some magic now. It was not magic, it was primitive Ether's dwarf that shook the circle as if it were to be used as a broom."

"I'm telling you, I know what I used before wasn't even magic. It's all thanks to you. Behemoth, a repository of knowledge and a leading tomb."

Clayo's Abu was not even a gram of exaggeration.

"If you were born as a human being over there, you are a Daechi-dong star instructor. With this ability, I would have already raised three buildings.’

"Yes, yes. That's true. Well, then adjust the ether in your body. That's about enough!"

"I trust you and I will follow you!"

"It's a good attitude.

Clayo closed his eyes.

First, I was conscious of the pulse of Ether circulating in my body.

Afterwards, the ethers were collected and rolled into the middle of the heart as if closing the door from the end.

I also didn't forget to blink twice as a finishing touch.

You're gonna be okay now, right?’

It was more nerve-racking than using magic.

After a short breath, Clay picked up the glass on the garden decorations.

Inside the glass, there was a punch made by mixing rum, black tea, and lemon juice.

He took a big sip of the punch.

It was refreshing, sour, and bitter. It was the same taste of summer cocktails that melted and became bland!

'There we go!

I was happier now than a few minutes ago when I was able to control "late" than when I perfectly implemented the attack magic.

The past month has been a time of pain for Clayo, a favorite.

It was bearable to eat it weakly, but the alcohol smelled so bad that I couldn't drink any kind of food!

"Oh, it's so good....”

Drinking his glasses, Clayo was about to shed tears of emotion. Behemoth, who was slapping a punch in his share of shallow dishes, grinned.

"How can I live because I miss this taste?"

"I know, I thought I was going crazy....”

"Now that you've solved the big problem, repeat the magic again, just like the combination you made earlier. If you can recreate the magic exactly the same, it's yours now."

"Okay!"

Clayo, who has a bright face with a long drink, proudly unfolded the circle.

The 20-meter-diameter circle unfolded at once. The circles themselves looked like a large crown as the ether overflowed around the darkened circle soared.

Clayo pulled out the wand that he had put in his belt and put it in his right hand.

The water-pure tree wand, which was carved from an old tree that was struck by lightning, was 25,000 dinars. It was the biggest purchase of luxury goods this summer.

Wande is about the length of Clayo's elbow. It was thin in diameter and had only a shallow groove on the handle, but it increased precision when adjusting the ether.

"I didn't want to spend money on this baton, but it's definitely different.’

With a hand that did not lift the wande, he rummaged through his pocket and took out a coin-sized piece of Ma Kwang-seok.

The magical ceremony began to come to mind from the floor. The magic formula combining the four types of [acceleration] was so exquisite that it looked like a model of a watch or a craft.

Clayo stretched the wand by throwing a piece of Ma Kwang-seok bronze into the air.

At the same time, he blinked twice to turn on "Tardiness".

Then he cried out the truth.

"[I am angry at the death of countless calamities; let me put down the spear of sharp bronze!]"

The bronze sculpture thrown by Clayo's clumsy arm strength rises high in the ether, causing a great speech and resonance, increasing the speed of the form of a huge day of windows.

The bronze windows were duplicated in four in the air.

The four spears are thrown from the air, plus [acceleration.

Even though the function of "Tardiness" was raised to its maximum, the eye could not keep up with the magic speed, making the trajectory of the window blurry.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Coo-oo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Boom-

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

Four giant windows were pulled down to the ground from the high sky.

Precisely, it was the position that Clay intended.

The window, stuck on the ground with a terrible spirit, cast a long shadow, and fell with the death of the magic formula.

leaving only traces of digging deep into the earth

'I did it, but it's incredible... It was a journey that made me cry.’

It was worthwhile to cycle the ether fiercely, reducing it to sleep all month.

The ether bowl inside the body stretches like a rolling snowball, so once the size was increased, it could be increased faster the next day.

As the total amount of ether staying in the body increased, the veins of ether stretched out all over the body like blood vessels were felt.

'It was a little bit of a martial arts. It feels like I'm going through a vein....’

Of course, the ether bowl inside the body did not expand indefinitely. When the natural ether stress limit is reached, the expansion of the vessel stops there. You will no longer be able to raise your level.

"It was the principle that the bowl would only grow as much as the ether that could be drawn. But I have a cheat key that makes Ether's sensitivity infinite.’

"I felt so happy that I patted the promise."

Moving up to level 4 itself was only possible in two weeks.

However, it was only for a moment that I was happy to have four magical slots.

It was necessary to practice simultaneously expressing the law school by filling all four slots. On top of that, time passed without limit, as the sense of coordinate price adjustment had to be newly mastered.

'At that time, I had to be criticized by Behemoth every day for being less than good-looking....’

While learning to adjust coordinate values, he memorized the contents of the second volume of "Magic Book." He memorized all 200 existing magic expressions and identified examples of the applications of "The Magic Book."

It was around that time that a bigger mountain appeared over the mountain.

The medium-based attack magic was the most destructive of the magic.

However, it was only mentioned in the third volume of the Magic Circle that it was possible, and there was no specific magic combination!

"If you were a magician, you had to pull an attack out of the air so that you could jump in with your heart. I've been through a lot.’

Hanging on to Behemoth to ask if there was any material to refer to, a desperate answer came back, saying that the useful attack magic book was only a few manuscripts of the King's library.

Fundamentally, the art of magic is not suitable for human beings. Even a low-level prosecutor can easily beat a highly advanced wizard. You just have to cut your head before you memorize the truth."

"But we can't let go of our hands when something like that happened last time. It's impossible to learn a sword right now, so I'll do this."

"That's true. You can't even stand with a sword, let alone learn it... Run in the garden every day."

How can you?

I hit it honestly.

He soothed Behemoth, who had been grumbling about whether he should attack with magic, with alcohol and snacks, and made a combination that seemed to be powerful.

When the combination came out, he/she tested it informally and removed the weak form.

Finally, it was confirmed as a combination of [acceleration] and [replication]. Considering the truth, the medium was chosen as bronze.

The confirmation of the magic formula was only the first step. Another tedious practice was needed to implement properly.

At first, I learned how to pull out the blade from bronze.

Ma Gwang-seok Bronze had the properties of a soldier's weapon, so the magic worked well, but it took time to transform it as quickly as desired.

In the first attempt, it was difficult to throw even a single window in the desired position. It took another three days to properly adjust one.

It was only after the speed of [acceleration] was increased to the maximum that [replication] was possible.

From there, we tested magic by increasing the number of windows. Even if I tried hard, four were the limit.

More windows would reduce the intensity of the attack and could not adjust the throwing position of the windows.

Precious Ma Gwang-seok Bronze also needed to find out how much efficiency could be achieved with as little use as possible.

After several tests, the minimum amount needed was the size of a coin.

He also had to smelter himself.

All mana stone and mana stone cannot be processed with ordinary tools. In the circle, it was possible to transform only by using ether.

In some cases, iron ore was processed with an anvil containing ether and a hammer, but Clay, who was worried that his wrist might break, had no choice but to rely on the power of pure ether.

The 15kg of rusted bronze antiques and odds and ends were reduced to 9kg after being filtered out by [refining] magic, and the iron was also about 5kg.

'I should have asked Dione to process it if I just gave him more money.'

I liked it because it was cheap, so it was the medium production that ate up the labor force.

After wandering for a long time, the bronze and iron were made into a ghost shape and cut to a certain size.

So I ate another two days.

The finished medium was distributed in a subspace pocket. With Wand, it was an important weapon to carry anywhere in the future.

Dark circles came down to the knees while the magic was being completed.

Only Mrs. Canton was nervous. It is because even a little nest that I put on Clayo during the vacation has been completely lost again.

Whether his wife was worried or not, Behemoth and Clayo stayed up all night in the study every day.

The library, where the iron and bronze shards were intertwined, was soon ruined because the servants were not allowed in. The appearance of a cat and a person was the same.

A piece of paper was mixed up while writing a sentence on a pile of rubbish. It was a by-product of making Jin-eon.

The power of Jin-eon, which was made by throwing away dozens of pieces of paper, was quite strong.

After the first demonstration, which was not aimed properly but was only destructive, even the behemoth, which was rarely surprised, was about to bite the cat's tongue.

"How did you come up with such a plausible statement that you didn't know any classics? It's odd that it's also a medium."

"It happened by accident."

Of course, it couldn't be.

While making the Jin-eon, the "Promise" scroll of "Promise" was spun to wear out.

"It's best to get this sentence from an ancient epic that fights, kills, and rages.’

No one in this world knows these phrases anyway, so you just need to have a plausible sentence wherever you borrow them.

Fortunately, there were countless pages in my head that would be material.

Because books were once everything in life for Kim Jung-jin.

"I've read a lot of useless books in my life, but I can't believe I'm using them in places like this. Life is so hard to understand.’

Her mother wandered around the fishing village to raise Kim Jeong-jin. A boy who rarely lived in a village for a long time had no friends.

Far from having a PC room, what little Kim Jung-jin could do in a neighborhood with few television channels was just reading a book.

There was no genealogy in his reading. Without knowing the origin or context of the books, I read them as I could.

Whether it's a mobile library book, a class library, or a package of books left by the grandson of a college student of the landlord in the back room of his rented country house.

It was not an act of hospitality.

However, this world, which is written in letters, is friendly to readers. Unlike the real world, words and writings are powerful here.

It's a world in which the principles of liberal arts have been sublimated.

For that reason, I feel like I could easily attach affection to a strange world.

When I was young, I wanted to escape to the world in the bookshelf.

Any place that is not here now, but not here now is good.

He imagined and imagined being himself who did not carry his younger brother, his terrible poverty, and his father's absence.

All that was desperate, but it's already gone.

"Maybe the wind came late.’

In the midst of the dug up garden, I touched Clayo, who was lost in thought, and Behemoth.

"Hey, stop being so carried away and get a hold of yourself. In the eyes of the main grave, this magic is completely original. Aren't you going to name it?"

"Do I have to have a name?”

The name is a powerful means of putting newly created magic into the world. You have to name it well, and you have to name it well."

"Well, what about Achilles' spear?”

"Well, how can you bring up a name that doesn't have a history like that, like Behemoth and Achilles?"

'You don't have a bike. He's the oldest epic hero.'

Clayo laughed quietly as he saw a cat named after the devil.

It was this [Achileus' spear] that was completed after such a twist.

1) Iliad, Homer, 편역.