The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

"You're a royal dog, and you're so clever."

Fran, who jumped up and covered up the magazine, snapped as if he had eaten two pieces of tart.

"Yeah, yeah, dog or whatever. What didn't you like about the article?"

The editorial board has arbitrarily revised my argument, calling it a compromise. Without consent... What are you trying to do with that?”

The unauthorized modification of the contribution seemed to have been unfair, and it was Fran who spewed out his thoughts.

This hot-tempered boy seemed not to be a deliberate activist even though he had passion.

Perhaps it hurt his pride to reveal his feelings to the person he didn't like, and Fran's hand gesture of taking off his glasses while ignoring Clayo was rough.

At that moment, a white line was seen on the back of Fran's hand.

What is it? I think it's a scar.’

That would make the lenses dirty, let alone wipe them. Give it to me."

"That's enough, I...!”

When he tried to take the glasses away, Fran reflexively pushed Clay.

Clayo snatched Fran's right hand from close range.

He held Fran's hand with all his might and conducted the ether.

The bright gold burst between the two boys' hands.

Fran dropped Clayo quite harshly, but it was no use trying to cover up the traces of the castle with one hand.

The scarlet lines draw the shape of the trumpet.

"Understanding" of "Promise" revealed the identity of the scar.

[Unique Skill: 'Profaganda'

- Empower users with propaganda and encouragement.

- Users can amplify the anger and courage of the majority of the public.

User: Francis Gabriel Hydrate

Concurrent applications: fi]

It was a unique skill that was completely new to me.

"The previous manuscript seemed to have a strange persuasive power, but... Are you sure your skills have nothing to do with science?

"What have you done?"

"I just checked the scars.”

"Why would you do that?"

"I have a scar, too. It's good to see you."

Clayo himself was an unconvincing excuse.

Fran, wearing glasses that fell on the floor, glared at Clayo with eyes at least as an enemy. It was fortunate that he didn't punch because he was stronger than he looked.

'But why do you hate me so much when you haven't seen me a few times....’

"Jibril Blanche... I remember this pen name. You wrote a good article about me during the MASOO incident. Why did you change your attitude when it hasn't been long?"

"You put a picture of the monster, Melchior, shoulder to shoulder, on the front page of the newspaper and you hear that? I'm disappointed in you!"

Fran raised his voice by pointing. I could see blood on his dry neck.

His voluptuous answers were imbued with hatred and fear. It was a public rage that went beyond personal disapproval.

"Franc, what do you know about the crown prince's downfall?"

"I don't know."

"Why are you so excited if you don't know?"

"What the hell would I know about such a thing?”

That was quite a meaningful answer.

Has he noticed the prince's unique skill? No. Then Melchior wouldn't have let it loose like this. Then why are you so afraid of the prince?’

"Have you actually seen the crown prince fall?”

"…there is."

Fran's voice was as small as crawling. Like recalling the scary past.

'That's what Arthur did before. I think he belongs to some kind of underground organization. Besides, Melchior has a secret intelligence unit, so the answer is obvious.’

It is a video clip for Koreans who know the dictatorship and the NIS.

The mention of the crown prince made him tremble, so he must have been taken or called in.

'Even Dionne was worried that I might be on the list of 'persons of the week' in the Secret Intelligence Service.

It was not Clayo's hypersensitivity that made Melchior a dictator.

If you have the ability to read human minds, and the ability to fascinate people, even the saint will become a monster.

"Anyway, Melchior, let's go. You don't know how important he is, and you scare him like this. Or what do you know? Whoo.'

Clayo opened the circle silently.

Fran was about to flinch away, so he pulled and held it within the circle. The boy's body was shaking.

Two magic spells of soundproof[shielding] stood out from the floor as the circle stretched to a minimum range of light.

"The secrets of the horses will be eternal!"

It was a magic shield that Dionne was using. It's a good thing I copied her statement slightly because I thought it would be useful.

"Franc can't hear a voice in a circle with no magical instruments, no human eyes or ears, while the magic lasts. You don't have to worry.”

"You..."

'Speaking with good faith.' I didn't take the picture of the newspaper because I wanted it to be.'

Staring clearly into Fran's worn eyes beyond the lens, Clay said.

"You know, that's the prince's low profile.”

For the first time, the lines were blurred on Fran's face.

Did it work?

"If you don't want to tell me when, where, how, and how you got involved with him, you don't have to. But please let me know if you need any help.”

"…why are you trying to do this to me?”

"Well... aren't you interested in science?"

"Science?"

"Metrology, chemistry...?”

"Did you ever look up a paper from my science academy?"

Fran's tone, which seemed a little soft, became cold at once.

You wrote a paper? I think we got the right number.’

"Well, yeah."

"I don't know where you've read all that.”

"Personally, I'm interested in the T-flume processing problem, and I'm looking for someone to help me."

"Tiplomacy... I don't know what you want, but it's all in the past. I've found the real goal of my life."

The magic ceremony was extinguished by the deadline.

When the magic shield disappeared, Fran put his lips together and wouldn't say anything.

Clay felt like tearing his hair out.

Why on earth did you turn into a left-wing journalist, not a scientist? The future is in science and engineering.'

It was a bone liberal arts department and a sincere cry from a type media worker.

***

Weeks have passed since then, without being able to meet Fran. Field Trip, the last school event before the midterm exam, is just around the corner.

Clayo felt heavy because he thought he would have to take Spartan Behemoth class again after traveling.

Take it out. Take it out!

The train entered the tunnel entrance.

"Wow!"

"It's a tunnel!"

"Hats fly away!"

The twins in the same compartment as Clayo made a fuss.

The next compartment where Arthur, Isiel, Nebo and Fran sat was still very quiet.

"Guys, it's dangerous. Let's sit down!"

Rachel, who quickly grabbed Letisha's hat before it flew out of the car window, dried the two twins.

"Okay, Chelsea!"

"Thank you!"

In one compartment of the train cabin, a row of seats were placed in the forward direction and a table between them, facing each other in the reverse direction.

Lippi, who quickly turned the handle and closed the window, sat on Clayo's right side first.

Leticia sat on Clayo's left side instead of going to Chelsea.

"One of you, go to Chelsea....”

"No, we're going to share our snacks.”

"Ray, you don't have a single seat.”

Everyone's train was an express train to the city of Dubris.

The seats in the first-class room were not small at all, but Clayo's attempt to pull out of the room was a failure because the twins sitting on both sides were noisy.

Thanks to that, Rachel took up all the seats on the opposite side. With his back on the aisle divider and his legs stretched out toward the window, Chell lay down comfortably.

"Oh, guys, thank you. Thanks to you, I'm going comfortably."

Today was the day to leave the field trip in autumn.

For a four-day visit, the entire first-year student said he would go on a training and field trip to the "King's Forest" north of the Pintos Mountains.

Professor Maria Gentile, a leading teacher, explained something longer, but Clayo couldn't hear it well because he was dozing off.

"If we go to Dubeless now, we'll harvest the night."

"You can eat Mont Blanc and Marong Glacier.”

"It looks delicious."

"Let's go to the woods as soon as we get there!"

"I miss animals, too."

The twins were excitedly looking forward to what they would do when they arrived, as if they had already been to the forest.

"Animal? Is there an animal in the forest?”

"Of course! A lot!"

"Do you like animals, too?”

"Of course! Lippi, he's a rabbit."

"Letisha is a pigeon, isn't she?"

Clayo smiled softly.

'They're kids. You're cute.’

Of course, such a thought was immediately broken.

"Fresh rabbits with freshly hunted animals are delicious when grilled mustard."

"Pigeon is perfect when you fill up the fall mushrooms and bake them."

"Rabbits taste better when they lose blood when they catch them."

"That's right!"

"Oh! I can't wait to eat."

'I like you...' Did I say I liked you like me. Uh-huh.'

It was a slightly disgusting story for Clayo, a modern man. It was Chelsea who noticed the discomfort first.

"Hahahaha, Ray. You just got shocked, right? Do you think you're going to lose sight of the game after catching the beast?"

"No... the beast is not really life. It's like a mineral when you die. Is that the same thing as a mountain animal?"

"That's why you're from the city!"

"Do I use a sword or a bow? Of course there's no connection to fun hunting."

Leticia immediately rebuked Clayo.

"Why use a sword and a bow for a hunt? I have a gun. Don't you think, Lippi?

"That's right. I'm good at gun control, too!"

"Anzelium's own hunting enthusiast is quite famous. They're very well-known shooters in the southwest."

"I caught fourteen at a time last time.”

"I was twelve, and I'm not going to lose this time!"

Lippi and Leticia were both jealous of each other and boasted of their track records.

This is the reality of a girl with a gun.

It was Clayo, the weakest member of the group, who was once again concerned about his situation.

"You must have been to the King's Forest often?"

"Yes! I went every year. At the student fencing competition!

"I met you there, too!”

"Really?"

"I did. Was it three years ago? She's cute now, but when Riffy and Leticia were ten years old, they looked like dolls walking around!"

"Haha. Thank you, Chelsea."

"Chelle is handsome then and now.”

"Oh, thank you."

Pushing back her navy blue hair disheveled by the wind, Rachel winked at Riffy with her silver eyes. The spot on the right cheek stood out attractively.

It seemed that Clayo was the only thing that was embarrassed by Chell's always sincere plutting.

A student sword contest..’

The contest itself was mentioned in the last manuscript.

Eleven-year-old Arthur made a three-level appearance, and that's why he will never attend again.

Since it was a competition for all children under the age of 16 who train swords in Albion, it is not strange even if Arthur's "Friendship Battalion," whose age was adjusted to his age, had all mastered there.

'Shall we check it out?'

"Chelle, did you know Arthur and Isiel before they came to school?"

"I did. Isiel was originally famous. From the age of nine to fifteen, he won the competition every year."

When she stepped down from her seat, Chell leaned her upper body more toward Clayo.

Thanks to the noise of the train, Chell's husky voice won't be heard in the hallway.

"But what I really can't forget was Arthur's side. Arthur's sword was really shocking when he was 11 and gave up just once. If anyone sees it... You must have thought of the legend of Leonid I.”

'That must be the same as the last manuscript. When Aslan found out that Arthur had grown up, he sent an assassin.'

"Leonid I..." Is it okay to make a huge metaphor like that?"

"What else can't you do? Do you think I'll get caught for profanity? Arthur is also the prince of the House of Lyonnais."

Clayo squinted his eyes.

Cell's voice was unusually low. I felt like I wasn't looking at my opponent or saying everything I said.

I looked at her face, but that twirling face doesn't allow me to read it.

"I haven't seen him often since. It's nice to meet you at school and it's amazing."

"Because you're a jerk?"

Rachel paused for a moment. It was the attitude of a man who was measuring what to say. It was not long before he returned to a light tone as if he had made up his mind.

"Well, a lot of things. Of course, they let go of everything and don't hide their strength these days. It's time.”

"Isn't it because it's no use hiding?"

"It looks good. And our rider stands out, so it gets smeared even if Arthur does something that stands out.”

"Does it stand out?"

"Look, Angelium twins are already level three. I and Isiel are level 4 and Arthur is level 5. Our 977 is called the Year of the Goldenness. Didn't you know?"

"I came in last, and how do I know that?"

"Aha, stop talking stupid. You're definitely our rider's ace! Lord Clayo, the future eight-level wizard!"

Cell reached out and poked Clayo's lapel in the capital defense medicine cabinet.

"That's what you're saying."

"Doesn't Lord Clayo like Sangchan?"

"Hey!"

"Hahaha, stop being angry. It'll be fun to go. The most talked-about T-Flume mine and temporary research institutes these days are also available for a tour.”

"Did you?"

"You dozed off while Professor Maria was talking."

"I'm weak in strength.”

"Whew, take care of yourself. Anyway, it is a privilege to visit mines that have never been opened to the public yet, but Prince Melchior gave him special permission. The annex to the Winter Palace will also be given up as accommodation."

"A prince?"

Somehow I had an ominous premonition.

It was an event that was not mentioned in the original book, such as an autumn picnic.

But it was the same with the birth year.

Nothing seemed to happen and pass safely.

"Prince Melchior is on an inspection tour in Dubris. Coincidentally, our field trip was just the right time. He said he'd hold a dinner for the students of the Capital Defense College, the future of the country.”

'Oh, it's him again!'

It was a piece of cake.

What chance is there in Melchior's work?

In a city where there is one of the least wanted men in the world, the express train ran without hesitation.