The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

수여식 동안 홀의 갤러리는 텅 비어 있었다. 참석자는 의전관, 왕실시종장과 의식을 도울 시종 몇 뿐이었다.

보아하니 이 상훈 역시 귀족원은 반대했지만멜키오르가 ‘고유 스킬’을 써 밀어붙인 것 같았다.

공문에는 가족을 초대할 수 있다고 고지되어 있었으나 클레이오는 아무도 부르지 않았다.

기디온과 블라드는 콜포스로 돌아갔고, 그레이어 집안 역시 첸트룸 상행의 처리를 하느라 엄청나게 바쁜 탓이었다.

‘게다가, 머쓱하잖아… 무슨 상장 받는 고등학생도 아니고.’

기사 위에 준하는 지위를 부여할 뿐 [언약]이 생략된 수여식은 단출했다.

의전관이 시키는 대로 문장을 따라 읽고 앉으랄 때 앉고 서랄 때 섰더니 금세 끝났다.

The medal, supported by the royal chief of staff, was tied to a ribbon mixed with three lines of green, white and navy. It was a gold cast with lions and shields on it.

Melchior moved his finger around the glove and decorated Clayo's collar.

The protocol officer shouted loudly to make the whole hall ring.

"In this way, I present Sir Clayo Asher the Lord of the Albion's Capital Defense, which will remain the glory of the Holy Land."

It's really awkward.’

The medal tied to the collar and the title "Gyeong" were unfamiliar, so Melchior grabbed Clayo's arm scratching the back of his head.

"Well, are you ready?"

"…isn't it over now?"

"What do you mean, the event is just beginning. Come on, it's going to snow, so let's protect it."

"What defense....”

Poppang!

Bam!

As soon as the door of the king's hall was opened, tremendous noise and light poured in at once.

The uproar was a pressing question from photographic flash and reporters.

The flash lamp, which glows with powder, seemed to be loud and smokey and walked into the middle of the fireworks.

The main gate of the king's hall was crowded with reporters, photographers, and illustrators.

It was thanks to magic that the son-in-law was quiet throughout the ceremony.

It was later discovered that the main entrance of the king's hall was emblazoned with a T-flume and that the magic formula on it was a soundproof system.

"Lord Clayo, please say something! He was the youngest survivor to receive a full-fledged knight...!”

"I have a personal connection with Prince Melchior....”

"About the number of deaths….”

There was a newspaper, so it would be natural to have a reporter, but this was Clayo who had never imagined it.

Unlike Clayo, who is dumbfounded, Melchior seemed familiar with this situation.

He greeted reporters with one hand on the shoulder of the young hero and the other hand waving gracefully.

"Everyone, please ask one question at a time. Today, first, Mr. Magus of."

***

Melchior was indeed a curious and frightening writer.

'How... a 19th-century royal man so adeptly manipulates the media? No way.’

In most of today's major dailies, a picture or painting of Clayo, which was clumsily attached to Melchior, was published.

I wondered why they rushed the medal, and they needed an element to dispel the anxiety caused by the appearance of the beast.

In the meantime, it must have been a maneuver to make a painting with a boy hero who is gaining the attention and popularity of citizens.

To make matters worse, newspapers have become children's teasing.

In the afternoon after the class, Chell, who naturally came to Clayo's reception room, laughed.

"Hey, Ray. People would think you were a complete Melchior henchman.”

"Think as you like. I didn't know the photographers were waiting."

"You're a celebrity in the capital now and you're completely oblivious!"

"Well, but it's so bright and shaky that I can't recognize your face. Lipie, what do you think?"

"That's right, Leticia. I like this picture better just by looking at it."

"It's better, but it doesn't look like it."

Lippi listened closely to the newspaper in her hand. Leticia, who put her head against Lippi, held her chin with her hand and laughed.

"The last time I hit the bull run, don't newspaper illustrators have eyes? Why are you drawing it so that it doesn't look like Ray?”

"Right? Ray doesn't always have a limp."

"This 'Lord Clay' in the picture is cool and dashing.”

The twins beat the bones in bright tones.

Clayo took a big sip of the whiskey he had in his flask. The smell of peat loosened the nerves pulled around the larynx.

Of course, the Angelium twins, who didn't care about the atmosphere, pulled Clayo's school uniform collar at will and said what they wanted to say.

"What, the smell of alcohol. You look like an old man!"

"But the decoration medicine I'm wearing here is cool! You have to carry this around now!"

"My great-grandfather told me that Leticia wanted this medicine cabinet, so I told him to bring it to the king himself. Hehe."

"Yes, yes, you'll get it someday.”

"What, Ray. Answer me in a completely.”

"That's right. It's insincere."

At that time, Master Liu Ba knocked on Clayo's dormitory porch.

"Clayo?"

"Yes, sir."

"Just now, a personal article has arrived for you from the royal family."

"Lower goods?"

"It looks like food, but it's too much to send up to this room. Come and see."

"Eating trade!"

"What could it be!"

"Let's go!"

Even before Master Lyuba finished speaking, the twins, who got up, grabbed Clayo's arms.

Clayo, who went down to the lobby on the first floor of the dormitory, needed alcohol again. This is because my mind has grown distant from the boxes piled up like walls.

Dozens of boxes bearing the royal family's sentences were all desserts. Any kind of pie, fudge, toffee, chocolate.

"What a novel harassment.’

These appetizingly well-cooked sweets are in response to the fact that they are not dressed in formal attire because of their dimensions.

It might seem humorous, but honestly, nothing Melchior did was funny.

Only the twins who opened the box were cheering.

"I'm Butter Topi!"

"I'll have the orangjet!"

"Okay!"

Behemoth, who was snooping down and sniffing at the mouth of food, complained.

"Wow, I'm sick of sweet things, why aren't you drunk?"”

Clayo, who opened the box without enthusiasm, felt like a behemoth.

He picked up one box of dozens of boxes containing lemon tart and left the rest to Master Lyuba.

"Teacher."

"Yes, it's Clayo."

"Can you give it to all the students, staff, and staff in the dormitory equally?”

"Oh, can I do that for the royal personal effects?”

"Yes, I'm sure the crown prince considered sharing it with us."

"Thank you for your kindness."

It seemed to have unnecessarily raised the price of Melchior's name, but it could not be helped this time.

Clay took Behemoth for a walk on campus with a pie box in one hand and a flask in the other.

Whisky in the flask disappeared while sipping. I didn't drink it all by myself, but I was half taken by Behemoth.

After drinking, the cat disappeared into the school forest for an inspection of the area as if it had finished its business.

Clayo, thanks to his blood-spinning whiskey, forced a positive mind that he didn't have much originally have.

'You can't put it off any more. You should try to coax Fran.’

Today, we asked Master Lyuba to find out where he was and planned to attack the French camp.

Clasping the box tightly, Clayo took a aesthetic step toward the northern entrance of the dormitory. What was in the box was lemon tart that I had kept separately.

"When you tame an animal that sets me up, you should feed it.’

In the last manuscript, Fran was very fond of sour and sweet things. When your brain doesn't work, that kind of taste wakes you up.

Given the pattern in the past, the manuscript often changed its direction of progress and the detailed settings remained the same.

"I'm going to settle with Fran today.’

After returning to school, he tried to meet Fran several times, but he escaped every time.

I always had a magic lab in my free research class, but I couldn't find anyone to share it with, so I practiced magic enough.

Thanks to this, we were able to theoretically complete the Fire of the Imperial Angel, which uses Ma Gwang-seok cast iron as a medium by combining [acceleration] and [fire].

I also learned one strange thing while we were working out the true meaning of the angel fire.

Curiously, the more widely quoted and long-read works in the world, the stronger the magical power was when it was used as a true word.

I must have tested the most-used [defensive] magic with a new statement.

"I heard that one of the techniques of writing a statement is to quote expressions from an epic poem. Why is it so sloppy that the writing on the other side of the world can be used?"

The more I knew, the more mysterious the world was, but today was not the time to wait for Fran to come and study freely.

It is now urgent to solve the problem of permanently activating the ether of T-Flume.

T-Flume is a strategic resource to determine the fate of the country, and only when it is fully utilized can Albion gain the upper hand in the next war.

Clayo was in a hurry.

progress is much faster than before If so, it means that the war will also take place early.

The same was true of the Duke of Kruell during the Royal Advisory Committee, but the T-flume processing problem has not been resolved yet. Fran is the one who solves it... It's a big deal because he's not interested in research. By the way, why do you take up such a high place? Uh-huh."

Francis Gabriel Haydwaite's room, a seminal paid student, was on the sixth floor of the spire north of the dormitory, the last room.

Originally, it was a solitary room given to students who were disciplined, but I was told by the inspector that the eccentric Francis occupied the room, saying it was better to use it alone.

It was worth it.

As I struggled up the spiral staircase of the pagoda, the room that appeared was supposed to appear in "Oh, my God."

'What's all this crap?’

It was difficult to find out where the entrance was, whether or not the door was torn off.

"Franc, are you in there?"

A shrill voice was heard between the paper towers, which were as high as Clayo's height.

"Who is it?"

"Clayo Asher."

"Get out."

The guest order was ignored.

Clayo entered the middle of the mess, carefully avoiding paper and book bundles.

Fran was leaning against an armchair with torn cloth.

"Somebody told me to come in."

"If you don't want anyone in, hang the door again."

"If I were a teacher or a prince, would you have ignored me like this? You must be obedient to those in power.”

"Hey, I don't know what you're misunderstanding....”

"It has high ether sensitivity and excellent magical utilization. He's got the perfect qualities. He must have wagged his tail quite a bit."

Fran's flip-flopping seemed to be Clayo's first semester academic evaluation document.

"I don't know if you know, but student records and personal information from the Royal College of Water Defense are also considered official documents. If you take them away or illegally copy them, they'll be brought to justice."

"Ha! Judicial proceedings? Do you think you've become something since you've been given a insignificant medal. I don't think it's worth talking about anymore. Get out."

"I don't want to be in this dump for another hour, but I have to be with you for three hours this afternoon."

"That deterrence...!”

"If you don't want to be invaded by your personal space, why don't you come to the practice room? I called you several times, but you never showed up.”

"Should I at least take it for granted that a hero who protected the capital city is obsessed with a paid student?”

Clayo sighed with one hand on his waist.

"If you're 18, you're past 8th grade. Why are you being so mean?’

"You don't have to, just take a lemon tart."

I quickly opened the box because I thought it would be longer. A sour and savory smell spread out.

"Why would I...!”

"Enjoy your meal. Can I look around the room then?

Clayo, who spread the box in front of Fran as if he were feeding the street cat, looked far away from him and into the room.

Clayo's mumbling voice behind his back slowly changed to the sound of eating tart.

'It must be delicious since I spent it in the royal family.’

The heavy dictionary cover on the bookshelf looked like a revolver for some reason, but Clayo ignored it.

As I turned to the desk by the window, I saw political pamphlets, leaflets appealing for participation, and statements that were scratched with iron writing.

Among the unfamiliar prints, there was also an acquaintance media. The so-called "left-wing weekly"

Let's think positively. It's his political orientation. He's free and he just needs to be good at research. First of all, you're a magician. The other characters' abilities are the same, so so is Fran.’

Fran was also a wizard in the last manuscript. Of course, it wasn't a high-level wizard.

The greatness of Dr. Hydeweite was not a magic, but an exercise in the realm of mado science.

Trying to cajole Fran somehow, Clay tried to use a clumsy way of speaking.

"This is it. Fran, do you read this magazine, too?"

First, the attempt to form a consensus and then get to the point was tearful.

The contributor to the flat, two-sided page editorial was "Jibril Blanche."

The page was heavily lined with red pens. Clayo has caught an important fact.

"This is a complete rewrite, isn't it? The style is the same, the arguments are different. Is it your writing?

"No... Fran, you were a contributor, not a reader... That's great."

This time, a sigh from the soul, not the body, was breathed out.

You're too eager!’