The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

"Are you not getting up, Francis?"

"Well, I'm proud of it. Do I have to get up and introduce myself?"

His voice was a scratching sound. The whole boy's words seemed to be concocted with sarcasm.

Clay, sitting in the back seat by the window, pulled out his neck and found the owner of the answer.

The gray-haired boy sat with his back against the back of the chair.

The boy's tail was a spectacle.

The jacket ran away somewhere, and the waistcoat had few buttons. The sleeves folded carelessly were stained with ink. The metal-rimmed glasses I was wearing were also spotted and dirty.

"I say it again. Stand up and introduce yourself. Do you know you're going to be expelled from school if you fail again.

"I know. You can drop schools like this."

"Get up!"

Only after Professor Zebedee slammed the platform, the boy raised his aesthetic body. He was not motivated at all.

"Please call me Fran Wight. As you can see, I'm a second-grade magic student. Ether level 2. No talent in magic. That's all."

The boy, who yawned loudly as if he was not interested in the class, took off his glasses and began to wipe slowly.

Why is he there?’

Right next to him, looking alternately at Arthur, who was sleeping, and Francis on a twisted ship, Clay fell into confusion.

Now I don't even know what's wrong with my future, Arthur just slept well. I wanted to give him a hard knock on the back of my head for his complacency.

I've already seen the word "promise" twice.

Francis Gabriel Haydwaite, now 18 years old, had to graduate from the Royal Academy of Sciences and become a new employee of the Albion Mine Department!

"Even if all the characters' settings have changed little by little, it's okay for the cello or Angelium sisters. They're prosecutors, and there's no problem with development even if we go to this school together. But Francis...!’

Faced with an unexpected revision, Clayo, who was busy thinking, couldn't even hear the professor's call.

"Clayo. Clayo Asher!"

"Yes, yes?"

"Are you listening? Come out here and demonstrate. It would be nice to be stimulated by your classmates, because there is no answer to my repeated attempts."

Ugh, I don't know what you're asking me to do.’

After a lull, Clayo went to the professor.

"Everyone, pay attention. If the way to open the circle is still dark even after the vacation, you should re-examine the method of ether circulation. Here's a demonstration of Clayo Asher."

"A demonstration of the ether cycle... I mean."

"Yes. Your circulation was perfect last time I took the final exam. Whether it's group 1 of test candidates or group 2 of wizard candidates, the method of ether circulation is the same. It will help everyone."

Unaccustomed to receiving attention, Clay turned to the children in a stiff manner.

There wasn't much to explain. I just picked up and hid what Behemoth said.

"As you've all already learned, we're not just spreading the ether outside... You're going to put your heart around it and then let it go. Let's go back in the direction we came in. When the ether that has escaped the heart is pulled out thin and turned round, imagining the outer radius of the circle."

Clayo's voice was low. The students did not concentrate properly. Some of the students made jokes.

"You have to recite the textbook as it is, and if it does....”

"Kkk, don't even talk."

He said he won the first prize in the magic test last time, so he was cleared of the stigma of cheating, but Clay was still in his class when he didn't using magic.

Only Isiel and his twins listened to Clayo's explanation with a burning attitude.

"Ether forms a circle, which again extends the ethermac inside the body....”

Ether began to rise around Clayo standing in front of the riverbed, slowly forming a circle.

Surprised by the haze of light surrounding the classroom, the students began to hum.

"…it's expanding the bowl."

Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

In an instant, the whole classroom was wrapped up in Clayo's circle.

A dark gold ether, like an early sunset, rose along the edge of the circle.

The overflowing Ether soared to the ceiling, scattering a brilliant glow among the students.

It was a circle development with no magic formula added. With pure ether alone, Clayo flooded this intense light.

Everyone in the classroom stopped breathing for a moment.

As a precursor to any absolute thing, Clayo's circle overwhelmed the people in it.

The seconds in the circle were as long as eternity.

No one opened their mouths even after the remnants of light died out.

Even the professor was embarrassed because there was no word or word.

Forty people's eyes were on him at once, making him uncomfortable.

'I didn't mean to open a circle, but I always do....’

부자연스런 침묵을 흩어낸 것은 제베디였다.

“방학 동안 무슨 일이 있었던 게냐? 당장 에테르 레벨을 다시 등록해야겠구나.”

“아, 네….”

“공인하겠다. 이제 너는 4레벨 마법사다.”

‘레벨 등록 하는 걸 잊고 있었는데, 여기서 딱 걸렸네.’

지레 찔린 클레이오는 제베디의 눈치를 살폈지만 등록이 늦었다고 나무랄 생각은 없는 모양이었다.

교수는 건조한 어조로 말을 이었다.

"The wizard, who reached level four at age 17, is only the third in a thousand-year-old magic history. It's really surprising."

In fact, it was a sentence consisting only of time. However, the impact of the horse was huge.

The classroom, which was so quiet as death, was quickly covered with a loud buzz.

Last night, he played with Clayo's magic, but the largest circle development added to the excitement of Angelium twins who first encountered it.

Arthur, who was yawning after getting up aesthetic, pretended to be clapping.

Clayo just stood there as if he didn't know the meaning of all this.

Jebedy looks into the little boy with a faint feeling of affection and concern.

Now in his old age, the wizard recalls the extremely dangerous options that had been pushed against him in his youth.

The internal strife between Philippe and Edward, the local battle against Brunnen... A narrow, narrow path between a dead knight and a wizard.

The pacifism Jebedi chose was not due to faith. It was just a way to survive.

'Some power sometimes takes those who own it too far.'

He foresaw that the fate of this fragile boy will not be smooth, either.

"It may have been her own defense that her qualities were expressed late and her will to show her strength was weak."

If Clayo had known, he would have been amazing at this enormous misunderstanding, but fortunately or unfortunately, he could not read people's minds.

He lifted his wrinkled hands and tapped Clayo on the shoulder, and turned to the students with a flip of the robe.

"Let's look at the basics first. What is a circle?"

"Isn't that a magical chapter?"

"It's a circle because it's circular."

"Yes, that's the definition of a general circle. But there is a deeper meaning to it. The sailors called the world and the universe 'orbis terraum.' It means a circular earth. A circle is a world created with a wizard at the center of it. In the circle, all the common scientific rules are useless. Because different rules apply there.”

Looking into each student's face, Zebedee continued calmly.

"You guys had a good experience. I've seen a great circle development that I've never seen in my life. Keep practicing the way he described it. And Clay, why were you so good at it and distracted by other thoughts?”

"I didn't get enough sleep last night....”

"An excuse is good, too. Isn't it because you played late? You should lead Francis around as a punishment for being rude in class."

"What? Do you mean me?"

He was paid for his excellent qualities but for neglecting his efforts. "It'll be a good stimulus for each other, so let's set a day once a week and spend the afternoon together."

Francis, who was keeping a cool temperature alone in the classroom, frowned.

"No."

"No? Francis, you have no veto. I will check the result once a month. That's it. Finish the class. Clay, you have to follow me.

I was led by a professor to stop by the school post office.

After sending a telegram to the Royal Capital Defense Corps registering Ether level and residence, a two-hour layoff followed.

Is it time for your usual temper to die? Why are you gently coaxing people and acting like a grandchild?"

Tyre complained to Zebedee that other subjects besides magic are difficult to keep up with the high grade content.

However, he insisted that he did not want to go to school unless he was with his friends because such excuses were not persuasive.

The words themselves were 100 percent true.

"I'm in a position to stick with Arthur. To prevent the world from collapsing.'

Unexpectedly, a childish argument worked well for the dean, who refused all logical persuasion.

"Yes, it's a good age for friends."

While stroking his beard, Jebadi allowed Clayo's first-year study as if he had convinced himself.

Of course, there are conditions. I don't think there's anything I can learn in my freshman class, but don't doze off in class and lead Francis well in the future."

It was a completely unwilling condition, but one student could not refuse the dean's order.

"…I see."

"If you don't know anything about magic, feel free to ask. The dean's office door is always open."

"Yes, thank you."

After leaving behind a thank-you note, Clay left the administrative building.

Clayo walking toward the dreary dormitory, exhausted, looked like a shaky scarecrow.

Whaqua-boom-

At that time, a loud sound from the training ground caught his attention. It sounded like a series of explosions.

Clayo grabbed the railing and stuck his head out between the lamp trees and opened his mouth wide.

Chakang-Ki-ik-

Whaaaaaang-

"Is this the sound of a sword fight?"

He was a professor of Arthur and Rosa in a battle.

It was indeed a tremendous contest.

Clayo's vision showed only the remnants of the two and the flickering of the sword.

The fight was invisible, but only "understanding" of "promise" worked hard.

[8 Level Examination]

Title: Knight of the Rose]

[Level 5 Inspection]

"The Knight of the Rose, it goes really well with you, Rosa.’

Like the previous manuscript, senior prosecutors were given a title. The other one, level five, will be Arthur.

"But he's only been a month and he's been raised again?"’

Arthur's ether level was definitely four during the last attack.

Faced with a fight, Clayo leaned all over the railing and turned on "Tardiness".

Familiar dizziness came at hand. It only needed to survive the first moment. A clear view unfolded over the rising dust.

They moved as fast as the black light of the two.

Chae Chae Chaeng!!!

Once in a day, the weapon trembled in shock.

Even though it was a top item for practice, it seemed like it would soon break with too much power.

Whoo!

When Rosa poked in, Arthur deflected the attack at an alarming rate.

Or they didn't care if they couldn't deflect it.

Arthur, whose shoulders and thighs are already stained with blood, digs into Rosa's arms regardless of cutting.

"Hey... that guy, you've completely given up on hiding his power."’

Rosa's bright red sword was different from the dark red sword of the assassins she saw the night before Dalpo.

It was as clear and clear as its owner's castle.

Arthur also fired a powerful blow, emitting a dark golden sword like his hair color.

Chae-Kang-Chaeng-Chaeng-Chaeng!

Arthur was brave and reckless.

Rosa's gray hair was cut off by Arthur's sword.