The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

The Royal Advisory Committee was also held in the most promising conference room in the House of Lords.

Even though it was attached between the crown prince's office and a door, the decorations were all different.

A large table was placed in the middle of the gold-decorated conference room, with red silk walls.

On the large side of the oval table, there were a total of 20 seats, 10 seats per side, combined on both sides.

Twenty royal advisers were selected from the House of Lords and ten from the House of Commons.

The plaintiffs said that the committee exists to add objectivity to the choice of the king, who holds one-third of the voting rights along with the common and aristocratic houses.

'Anyway, it's a strange country. Most of the tax powers have been transferred to parliament, so a completely modern state still retains the king's political authority.'

The king's seat was a chair with a udan covering the narrowest side of the table, the innermost corner, and a gold lion carved with gold.

However, Melchior was not a king yet, so he sat on a chair on the right side of the table.

But no one will doubt that the king's throne was prepared for Melchior.

'It's like a stage that's perfect for Melchior.’

Guided by Congress, Clayo was waiting on a bench on the wall side prepared for the temporary attendees.

The first chair on the left side of the table, the designated seat of the chairman, was the first to find the owner.

"Mr. Bitten, you've hurried today as well.”

"Have you been in peace, Crown Prince Degradation. It's a commissioner's duty."

My legs have problems due to the cane next to a chair over a grizzled man is the Benjamin biteunin.

It was a modest appearance, but it was an impression of integrity and integrity.

"That's the politician who's been the chairman of the common people's congress for 16 years. He's the second son of the Bitten Company, which has built its third-generation wealth in the steel industry. He's the one who'll back up Arthur later.’

It was natural for the chairman of the common people to be a gold spoon.

It's a common civil service because it's a good word, and the elected membership of 100 seats was also dominated by the emerging bourgeoisie.

In terms of wealth alone, 100 aristocrats who filled the aristocracy were no richer than ordinary bourgeois.

This is because it was an era in which the land coming out of the land was reduced and the profits from commercial activities were greater. Nevertheless, I heard that the scale of taxes paid to the central government was similar to that of bourgeois and aristocrats, which is causing conflict.

While Clayo looked back on the situation of Albion, who had learned while reading the newspaper, the start of the meeting was long overdue.

The Duke of Creuel, chairman of the Royal Advisory Committee and chairman of the House of Lords, did not appear relaxed until much after the regular admissions.

As soon as he came to the subject, he shamelessly brought up an aggressive agenda.

"The construction of the train station in the O'Release is getting longer. The input funds have increased significantly from the original calculation. Is it worth investing in transportation facilities for the T-Flume mine?"

Clayo listened attentively to the meeting.

'In Albion, the products and taxes from the royal land belonged to the royal family. That's what Kruel doesn't like.'

The proceeds from the royal estate were not politically meaningful funds on a scale because it was worth the dignity of the royal family, but….

"When the only Tiplom mine on the continent becomes royal, the balance between the royal family and the nobility will be shaken. Kruel will not like the possibility of Melchior monopolizing the rights of the mine.'

It was clear that he was trying to squeeze the spoon somehow.

"That's right. The difficulty of processing T-Flume has not been solved yet, but the state-run rail company is overinvesting its resources early on."

Like Cruel, Count Aslan Pine Ramsdale praised his baldness.

Congressman Bitten glared at it with a cold-heartedly.

"Well, Duke Kruel. Compared to the additional expenses of the Southeast defense forces last quarter, the increase in labor costs due to the extension of the train station construction period does not seem to be a big waste. Why on earth do you need a steamboat that goes up the river?”

"Because the movement of the Carolingian mobs across the Kloto River is extraordinary. You're making fun of your tongue when you don't even know the soldiers.”

As the verbal battle between the Duke of Kruell and the chairman of the Bitten intensified, the parliamentary secretary's handiwork of shorthanding the minutes at the back desk also accelerated.

During the dogfight, Melchior was listening with a faint smile.

The horse is the king's advisory committee, and this table was clearly a battleground where aristocrats and commoners clashed.

"Although the manuscript said that King Philippe had been ill for so long that the status of the aristocracy was great... You're a mess in front of the acting king. Tsk tsk tsk tsk."

"Well, the two chairmen need to calm down a little bit.

The prince stood up from the table and looked around the crowd. It just seemed like a light movement, but he had his real intentions.

Clay shrugged his shoulders in the sudden surge of oppressive energy.

Melchior's "unique skills" have begun to dominate the entire conference room.

The 'understanding' of 'promise' was automatically invoked.

[Unique Skill: '□□□'s Attraction']

[-Give the user a powerful attraction. Get love and admiration.

- Strongly persuasive to your voice.

User: Melchior Lyognan]

At the same time, the "division" function of "promise" that neutralizes other people's skills was also expressed as the maximum.

The "promise" of the left index finger heated up like an overload. Clasping his hand, Clayo had to clench his teeth to avoid revealing the pain.

Even the almost all-around promise revealed its limitations in Melchior's ability.

"Tiflum is a mineral that will change the future of our albion if we can keep it active."

As soon as Melchior opened his mouth, all the lawmakers who were making a fuss became quiet like a flock of lambs.

"The investment so far is never too much. Here's the document from the mining office. We've put copies on our own, so you'll understand what I'm saying if you check them out."

Even though it was only a dry transmission of information, the words that came out in Melchior's voice sounded as sweet as a poem.

"I see.”

The Duke of Krüll, who had just set the edge, sat quietly in his place.

The attitude of looking into my share of mining office documents was polite like a student.

Each of the twenty lawmakers began to flip through the reports that were placed in front of them. in obedience to Melchior's words as if they were God's.

It was clear that Clay Oman, who sat close to the wall and sweated, understood what was happening.

'It's not a joke. I'm trying to persuade them with skills like that, but no one will fall for it.'

As I thought before, if this was not a monarchy and there were radio and television broadcasts, no one could have surpassed the status of Melchior.

He would have become the elected head of state without having to cling to the throne.

'…or a dictator.'

At the beginning of the meeting, Count Cruel, who was full of will to screw Melchior, concluded the meeting by saying, "Prince Melchior has a great plan."

Those who faced Melchior easily lost izzie and failed to carry out their will and will.

It was Clayo, whose heart was literally drenched by the fearful power wielded by the prince.

"Is it a kind of show of strength that you call me when you know it doesn't work for me? Or are you trying to figure out who I am? Either way, Melchior is no better than Aslan for his lewdness. Whoo.'

When the meeting was over, the secretary continued.

"After that, there will be testimony from Clayo Asher, the wizard who killed the recently appeared beast. It's a testament to the establishment of a door-to-door security plan for Manemosine."

Clayo stood in front of the aesthetic table.

As the committee members were enamored, Clayo's words describing how enormous and threatening the beast was, were written faithfully only by the clerk.

After the testimony, he walked to the 'King's Hall' where he was supposed to be awarded a medal.

The king's servant said he would guide Clayo, but the prince gently waved his hand and said he would do it himself.

Clayo, who became a deathbed, became a follower of the crown prince without refusing.

The royal castle and parliament were connected by a long corridor.

The crown prince greeted each and every member of the assembly, staff and clerk, who often encountered each other on foot.

"You're doing a great job today, Emily."

"Thank you, Degradation."

Following the prince, Clay turned his "understanding" around in doubt.

Surprisingly, it wasn't just a unique skill. Melchior was memorizing all the names of really young stenographers.

'The prince has a great memory, too. You got level four as a prosecutor, right? Oh, man, man is a man of talent.’

Without the incident in the last manuscript, Melchior would have been an outstanding monarch.

'But he doesn't choose Melchior.’

It is a "Jeongjin" that has never believed in God in the previous world, but I know that God exists in this world. The writer of all these words, the author who created the world by writing.

Therefore, being the protagonist of an epic story here means being chosen by God. Such fate has a power beyond reason and propriety.

'The world exists to achieve the fate of the character, whether it falls to a villain or is revered as a hero.’

The role given to Melchior in the is to leave behind the crown prince.

No other interpretation, no other reading, of this manuscript is allowed. Because the fundamental text that makes up this world was not the kind of new text that could be used by the reader.

Among them, Clayo, who faced the excessively vivid charm and excessive "unique skills" of Melchior, became complicated.

If he's survived the same person eight times, is there any point in searching for where he originally came from?

Aside from the external problems of his work, Melchior was a problematic character as a single character.

"Will a person who has developed complexity through eight episodes leave at the right time as the writer wishes? Even if it's off, is that the way the writer wants it?'

I didn't think so at all.

Besides, it was apparent that Clay himself was the one who had to settle the situation.

A deep sigh came out of me.

It was unlikely that the future would be smooth, as this character had even doubts that were not favorable to him.

"Clayo?"

"Yes, yes! Degraded!"

"Are you feeling better or tired?"

"No…."

"I thought I'd take a break because I'm slow.”

"Not at all! We have a time limit for the medal ceremony, so how can we delay it?"

"It's a human job, so you don't have to take it too hard. You use an old, middle-class tone, unlike Arthur's."

"…I hear that often."

It will be seen as the prince's benevolence in talking to the boy hero, but all he has under his smile is the intention of persistent search.

Even though I never turned off the "separation", I felt like my head was opening alive, so I got goose bumps on my arms.

'Why is the passage so long?’

The awkward accompaniment was long overdue.

Melchior informed us that it was not a regular access passage, but an internal passageway behind it and reduced the distance.

The "King's Hall," where the coronation of the Rignan royal family takes place, was a very rugged style hall, contrary to vague imagination.

It was the first part built in the palace of Albion, and over a thousand years, the floor was worn out by human walking and the relief of the wall was broken.

Here began Arthur's ordeal more than a decade ago.

A place where the young man cried out for the crown's rights, and a place where one day will end.

I read the manuscript so many times that I could have a strange impression of the "King's Hall" that appeared at the end.

"You've never been to the King's Hall, have you?"

"That's right."

"How is it?"

"Well, more than I thought... It's simple."

"Ha ha, it's easy for strangers to imagine the splendor of the hall. Photographers and newspaper illustrators are still not allowed here. Do you know why?"

"It's a sacred place where the sarcophagus of King Leonid I is enshrined."

"You said you had good grades, but you know history well."

As if to praise his proud youngest brother, Melchior gently patted him on the back. I felt as if I had been stabbed in the back with an ice awl, so only my fluffy hair stood up.

'No, I'm looking for a way to live, and I have to read the manuscript thoroughly... It's fine. Why would I have to explain?’

The royal protocol officer saved Clayo, who was sweating coldly.

"Lord of Kings, Magician Clayo Asher. The ceremony is ready. From now on, please stand at the front of the altar, marked with black stone, according to my instructions."