The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Clayo hurried back to his room as soon as the dinner was over.

Fran was already asleep with a blanket over her.

Clayo also lay on the bed early in the evening.

Tomorrow, I was at a loss how to coax Fran to come up with a formula and catalyst for activating T-flume.

Information about the mana stone and T-flume that I learned in class here circled in my head.

Both mana stone and T-flume had something in common that ethers could be held even outside the circle.

"Because the price of mana stone was so high, many powerful people bought it for show rather than for use as a harness material."

The exterior of the mana stone was as beautiful as precious metal. In general, a single machete, such as a Korean, was carved and used as a ornaments.

However, only the wizard can implement a grand compound magic meal as a medium of mana stone, and the mana stone disappeared after implementing magic.

On the other hand, products such as "Jeap-gu" made of T-flume always functioned the same way as the composite magic method engraved at the time of production, regardless of the user's capabilities.

Instead, the magical power itself that could be implemented was weak, and there was a difficulty that only advanced wizards could process it.

Mana Stone and T-flume were two types of substances that complemented each other's weaknesses and roles.

If only the problem of T-flume processing is solved properly!

"And that's what he's doing."

After looking at Fran and looking at the ceiling and lying around, Clay lowered the light of the reading light and took out some magazines from the capital.

It was to read the article that Fran contributed.

Three or four contributions made it easy to read.

Surely Fran was also a genius at.

"It's because you're a genius agitator instead of a genius scientist.’

Clayo, who was looking at Fran's crouching back, also fell asleep.

A strange anxiety sank into the chilly air.

A cold wind was blowing from the open terrace door.

How many hours did he sleep?

Opening his eyes, Clay realized the identity of the disharmony.

The opposite bed was empty, leaving only the overturned blanket.

“!!!”

Awoke suddenly, Clayo stood up and swept over Fran's bed.

It was cold.

'It's been a while since I've been out.’

The Winter Palace was also protected by a colonization.

If he did it without any hesitation, chances were low that it would be an intrusion.

Did Fran go out on his own? At this time of course.

The coat rack at the entrance of the room was hung with a coat and jacket.

Clayo rushed past the open door to the balcony.

Outward spread is a black forest where even the birds of the night do not a bird at night.

I scanned the outside with my eyes covered with "Tardiness."

On the night of the night, "Tardiness" did not miss the shaking of a spotless.

When activated to the maximum extent possible, the information received became unusual.

Crunch, crunch.

the sound of two people stepping on the fallen leaves

Absorption.

a breathing sound

Then, Clayo recognized the strangely thick smell of blood. When he was about to shout out loud, he shut up for Fran's sake.

'Well, it'll be complicated if you're with your friends and Melchior shows up.’

Holding fast to the railing, Clay stretched out and looked up and down the building. All the lights in the room were off at this late hour.

There was a shallow bush under the terrace on the third floor.

There was no time for further hesitation.

Clayo, who opened the circle, jumped out of the circle. I didn't prepare for a nice statement.

'We're gonna have to build something up soon, won't we?'

'Speed down!'

Instead, the company filled all three magical slots and performed a slow-down magic. It was a silly waste of ether, but there was nothing special.

in a puff

Even if the speed was lowered, it was a daunting landing for Clayo, who had bad motor nerves.

My pajamas were torn and I was sneezing when I ran into a tree under the balcony. But I didn't get hurt.

It was not the time to linger.

Clayo, who developed the circle and the [Take-off] law school with the largest diameter of 20 meters, flew away to the source of the blood smell.

"[Take a leap, like the feet of a messenger]

The forest was really wide.

Due to the nature of the circle, it was frustrating to use magic once and only travel as far as the circle diameter.

Deploy the circle, leap to the edge of the circle, turn on the circle in place, jump again and again....

It was only after a long hard time moving the circle like a bead, that it reached the source of the smell of blood.

There is a beautiful beech tree that looks old.

It was the tallest tree in the forest.

The smell of blood began under the leafless beech tree.

The dark-ripened eyes quickly found the boy.

'Pran? '

Fran's eyes were open when she fell between the trees.

The broken lenses were dirty with blood.

The place where the heart would have jumped, the middle of the ribs was crushed darkly.

The boy's clothes were black with blood.

The right hand had disappeared with a cut under the wrist.

It was a terrible sight.

"Francis!!!"

Clayo urgently called Fran. When he knelt next to the lying boy, blood soaked his pajamas all over the floor.

Clayo, who pressed Fran's neck with trembling hands, hardened his body in shock.

The pulse completely stopped.

The 18-year-old boy was cooling down.

"No... How could I...!”

Clayo reflexively invoked the 'unique skill'.

The golden letters of 'Promise' cast a golden light on Clay and the dead boy.

The blood soaked in fallen leaves gave a dull gloss under the light.

[Unique skill: Use 'Editor access' (1 of 3)]

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:00:59 / 00:00:60]

Clayo's eyes opened wide after checking the time limit.

The time limit for Editorial Permission was extended to one minute!

Soon after, a ragged pile of paper and a pen were in hand.

The condition of Palimpsest seemed to be worse. Just the touch of the hand broke the edge.

Clayo skimmed the back from where it unfolded.

I squeezed out all the concentration. They grasped the content more urgently than they did when they were in the language section of the CSAT.

- Fran's body lying in the blood cools down.

This is the moment.

The two men who take care of Fran's right hand disappear into the dark.

-"Bigfoot Bill" cuts the boy's right wrist with a large slaughter knife.

- 'Jaevarn Paul' catches Fran's limbs. 'Bigfoot Bill' hits Fran.

Francis Gabriel Haydwaite, head of the Scola district, will appear at the meeting place on time.

Fran waits for Clayo, who shares a room with him, to fall asleep.

I need to edit this part first!’

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:00:06 / 00:00:60]

I found the part to edit, but there is still time limit.

When there was an opportunity, I had to grasp as much as I could.

'Why did you go to this crazy development?'

Clayo, who inserted his finger into the page to edit, read the front page upside down.

I've never been so fortunate to be able to speed-read.

- 'Jae Bareun Paul' buys a servant working in the palace and puts a note in Fran's pocket. My colleagues are in danger, asking me to come to the meeting place.

-"Jaevarn Paul" hesitates to kill a child. "Bigfoot Bill" persuades him that Francis is a master of the noble family and, like Robert, he will betray us someday.

- The Winter Palace, which has weaker security than the capital, is the best place to attract Pran and approach Melchior.

- Bigfoot Bill's plan to bring Melchior the right hand of the people's flag, the head of the Scholar district, and to be pardoned for all sins.

- There are 'some signs' on Fran's right hand.

-Melkior is very interested in Fran, the head of the People's Flag Scholar district. especially at his grave

- A colleague who last contacted asks for information about 'Franwite'. I believe that if you sell the Frans, you will be pardoned.

The rest of their colleagues are dead or missing or missing.

The plan to assassinate Melchior by radicals in the 'People's Flag' has failed. The only radicals that have survived are Bill with big feet and Paul with a straight face.

That's what happened?!’

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:00:05 / 00:00:60]

There are only five seconds left.

I had to start editing.

The hand holding the pen was slippery with sweat.

Clayo, who was tight to keep the pen from missing, scribbled the delete sign from the bottom of the paragraph where Fran checks the state of Clayo, who fell asleep.

Even in the dark, the gold mixed with blue-and-white ink was bright like starlight, and the symbols left on the paper were clearly visible.

Only a few seconds of waiting felt like a thousand years.

Sir, listen to me this time!’

Finally a message came to me!

- The author accepts the editor's recommendation.]

[-The scene is edited.]

The eight paragraphs on the right side of the two-sided page fade away as if they were being washed away by water.

The lens of the glasses, which had been broken sharply, returns to its full form.

Lonesome shadows of night and leaves of blood scatter in front of Clayo's lap.

The forest, darkness, and night are rewinding the world.

A world that loses its texture and texture turns into flat black ink and then turns white.

a terrible sense of dysentery that you can't get used to no matter how many times you go through.

a void that seems to have been stripped of all senses

Clayo opened his eyes on his bed, a room in the annex of the Winter Palace.

Looking at him, Fran swallowed his breath in surprise.

You made it!

Clayo jumped up and grabbed Fran's wrist.

The words of dissuade sprang out in a hurry.

"Don't go, Francis. If you go, you'll die!”

"What--!"

Fran pulled out her arm and waved it.

Under Clayo's palm, I could feel Fran's pulse fluttering.

This is really the world before eight paragraphs.

Fran was still a living world.

This choice was right.

The power of the ghastly revision, this time in favor of Clayo.

"As expected, Fran was the one who shouldn't have died! The assistants did something unexpected!’

The T-flower problem has not been solved yet. The author would also be in trouble if Fran left.

"Franc, did someone ask you for help? But they don't really need help. I was going to kill you and take your wrist to Melchior."

"How could you do that?”

"France says 'I'm faithful.' I have a scar. Look."

On Clayo's back of his hand, a rectangular blue-and-white line floated. It was right after he wrote "Editor's Authority."

As Fran's eyes turned to the scar, Clayo continued in time.

"This is a castle with the unique skill of prediction. I see the future."

The only thing I said with faith is the presence of sexual scars. After that, it was pure fraud.

However, the unfamiliar eyes of Fran began to shake with agitation.

Clayo, who put his hand on the back of his hand, continued to persuade him over the fran, which no longer struggled.

"My prediction is incomplete. I don't even know what it's about until it's just around the corner. All I've ever seen was the blood soaked in fallen leaves, the body of a boy whose wrist was cut off under a beech tree.”

It is a view that I saw just before. The description had to be vivid.

Fran's face turned white as he watched his classmate describe his terrible death.

"Big feet, Hahn, hits her chest with an axe. an axe. Meanwhile, a skinny man with a scar on his forehead is holding the boy. I didn't know where it was until now. But I didn't know until I came to 'King's Forest'. The tallest willow in the forest, with no leaves falling in autumn."

The tallest willow is the place of appointment on the note. Frane's agitation grew even worse when he described the appearance of "Bigfoot Bill" and "Jackney Paul."

"They don't trust you. Like Robert, who was from the nobility, I think you will betray the organization. I don't know why, but the men are being chased by Melchior. So I give you your wrist and they want to be pardoned."

"How could you... Robert...!"

Fran's answer sounded like a shriek.

Clayo, who quickly turned on the magic shield, sat Fran on the bed.

"I don't know who Robert is. I don't even know who those two guys are. You don't have to tell me. I'm just saying to judge properly. Are they really on your side?"

The sound of Fran rolling his head fiercely seemed to be heard up to here.

How long has it been?

France's face, which was almost about to cry, returns calm and determination.

"…Robert is the teacher who gave me the flag. As a moderate, he opposed terrorist activities, but eventually turned out to be a traitor. It was a conspiracy. I don't think Robert has broken his faith."

His voice is no longer shaking, and his words are clear and clear.

"But just because they're out of Robert doesn't mean they're not my colleagues. I need to go.”

It seemed impossible to stop Fran.

"Then I'll come with you. I can't let you go alone."

How can you jump back to where you're going to die?