The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

I couldn't move with magic in the dark forest.

It was because I didn't know earlier, but it wasn't what I was going to do in the forest of the night when the sword was waiting.

"Magic is so comfortable and nice, but I didn't think being able to hide the light was such a big disadvantage.’

In the last manuscript, magic was only for healing or research purposes, so shining was no problem.

"There wasn't a wizard in the last version that took the middleman of the underground organization to see the members with knives at night. It's my fate.'

Fortunately, I went there once before, so the second one was not difficult to find a way.

The two boys clattered along, killing the sound of their feet.

Both of them were light-weight and did not notice much.

Moving with "Late," Clayo could hear the conversation between the two men before he could reach the beech tree.

They were in the midst of planning to kill Fran.

Ignorant of nothing, Fran followed Clayo closely.

Stopped Clay lowered the sound and whispered to Fran.

"We're almost there. If you take me with you, you'll stand out, so you'd better step out on your own, right? But don't move at the boundary of the chestnut shadow. I can't keep you out of my circle.”

"…I'm a wizard who can open a circle, too. I can use the magic.”

Fran, who has a strong self-esteem, did not listen to what he said easily even when he came here.

Or maybe he didn't want to believe his colleagues would attack him.

'And level two of [defence] magic is not trustworthy.'

"Please listen to me this time. If nothing happens, there will be no magic."

“…….”

"If your colleagues do something that goes beyond the line, they have to have someone to stop them. If you get hurt, who would do that?”

Only then did Fran pass Clayo and move forward.

Phew, he's really hard to match. I don't like it even if you protect me.’

Having written [Editor Authority], it was Clayo who had actually become too long a night.

A thousand years of tiredness came, but he went after Fran, trying to encourage himself.

Under the beech tree, the outcome of the 'People's Flag' night meeting was obvious.

If it wasn't for Clayo's defense magic, Fran would have been killed once more.

Fran was scarred.

The trumpet shone on the back of his hand. When asked sharply whether Melchior's promise would be true, the two men were agitated.

However, their tenacity was stronger due solely to their desire to live.

Until "Bigfoot Bill" struck the ax, Fran was facing him with only his eyes open, not even a circle.

Whaaaaaah-ah!

Ether's light flashed, and weapons bounced out of the defensive magic.

What would you have done if you didn't follow me? Damn it.'

"What's wrong with this?"

"Look at the other side, not the head!"

Bill didn't give up and lowered his posture, attacking his right arm instead of Fran's neck.

Fran's poor arm would have been struck if it had been properly hit by an axe.

Clayo spurned the ether in a defenceless magic ceremony.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Quick!

There's a spark!

The axe that was struggling with the shield broke the sack.

The day of the axe, which flew by itself, was stuck in the nest of the willow tree.

Paul ran back with a dagger, but his attack didn't work at all. The two men, who were in a hurry, spat out curses and ran away in a flash.

You're going to be surprised by the defensive magic, and you were being so cruel earlier?’

Franman remained alone under the chestnut tree.

The boy's back looked very lonely.

Clayo, who was cold without a coat, wanted to go in quickly, but he also has a sense.

Think about the feelings of an underground activist who was betrayed by a colleague... And in case this precious talent will be hurt... I've waited for a long time.

It was so cold that I was wondering if I should use magic, and Fran finally looked back at Clayo.

His expression was cold and firm.

"Let's go in."

The way back felt longer than when I came.

Entering the room, Fran flopped into a chair by the window. Clayo also went to the opposite side and sat down.

I couldn't sleep.

It was late that my heart pounded.

It wasn't the first time I saw a body in my life, but I didn't get used to seeing it many times.

It was fortunate that Fran could be saved.

"…I made many enemies. He has a lot of mood swings and doesn't know how to hide his true feelings. Robert always stood by me like that. To the death."

'Is it confession time?.’

With a very serious look on his face, Clayo listened hard. It was a story that had no choice but to listen.

"I need to know how his life came to this point. He was born as the eldest son of a white writer.’

"Robert jumped into the Revolution of the Carolingian Republic, and after the establishment of a revolutionary government, he was ousted in the era of anti-aircraft artillery and returned to Albion... Originally a nobleman of Albion. He has been the leader of the 'flags' for the past 20 years. I met him as a governess."

Clayo kicked his tongue inside and out.

'No, I like the Republican ideology, I like it... But why did you make him want to be a full-time worker and stop science! It doesn't matter if you're an activist and you didn't quit your research!'

It was Clayo who became resentful of Mr. Robert's successful ritualization work, who did not even know his face.

"The flag's been almost destroyed since the creation of the Commonwealth of Albion. Most of the moderates compromised and escaped to parliament. Robert soon became the center of the organization."

Twenty-two years ago, a revolution broke out in the Carolingian kingdom, and the royal family was executed and a republic was established.

Albion, which borders the Republic of Karollinger, also raised its spirits like a wildfire.

"So I knew that he even created a civil petition to quell the complaints....’

What Fran says was an unrecorded history behind the manuscript that Clay read.

The flag had maintained its organization in a way that supported the establishment of a labor union. The main goal was to expand the suffrage, as the current plebiscite only represents the rich. But a few years ago, the extremists began to gain power."

'Strangely…'’

It didn't seem like it happened by accident. It was a conspiracy that Melchior could make up enough.

"It wouldn't have been a matter of the Crown Prince's ability to plant a few radicals.’

The radicals of the flag eventually tried to assassinate Melchior in Lundane. Of course I failed. Robert was opposed to terrorism until the end, but he was responsible. He took his comrades to the shelter, lured them into the secret intelligence community, and left them in the safe house."

Harder to say, Fran swallowed dry saliva.

Clayo took the water and held it out to Fran.

Fran, who was handed a glass helplessly, went on to the behind story.

As if someone wanted to hear the story.

"All those arrested together were thrown out of their minds outside the gates of the royal castle, and Robert walked out of the back door, seeing off the prince without any injury.”

“!!!”

"Anyone would have thought Robert had betrayed them.”

'Wow, Melchior, you're so vicious.'

Such a thing would have forced colleagues to doubt Robert.

"The organization is completely finished. I moved my enemy to the Capital Defense School, which is harder for outsiders to break into than the science academy. At this age, I'm a heavy responsibility... It was to reduce the damage of one person by destroying the remaining records.”

Clayo nodded his head only his head. Whatever the answer, it would be difficult to console Fran.

"That's how it's used."

Fran, who put her glass down, stared out of the window. He sees a scene in his memory, not a black forest.

"I was hiding in an alley and watching Robert as he left the rear gate of the royal castle. While smiling at the door, Robert knelt down and kissed the crown prince on the back of his hand."

"Such…."

"I don't think he betrayed me. He's a man who's got his knees bent for doing such a thing. Actually, I didn't have a left arm. I wrote an open letter criticizing Carolingian dictator Big Two Morro as a colleague and was fired. Robert was left-handed."

It was a bloody 19th-century political history.

The 18-year-old boy in front of his eyes was telling a story that would only be seen in a history book or novel as his own business.

"But I was coward, too. Robert didn't defend him when he was criticized by his few colleagues. People were angry at Robert about how he could break his oath and sell off his comrades.

Robert, who was criticized without an excuse, asked only one question. Did you kneel down to Melchior, like it was someone else's business?

I couldn't give false testimony. I said yes. Hearing my answer, he stood up and wrote me a short note. Then he walked out and threw himself into the river Tempus. I couldn't find the body.”

"What did the memo say?”

"Don't ever have a private meeting with Melchior Lyognan. I don't want you to go through anything that's going to break your will." I knew it was getting cold. Melchior does something. No one notices."

Clayo was inwardly surprised. Fran made a near factual conjecture.

I have been sick for the next 10 days. When I got sick and lost, I found this damn thing on my hand.”

Regret and guilt that he couldn't save Robert may have scarred him.

Clayo looked at Fran's back with a heavy heart.

"That skill is not brainwashing, so I can't change the mind of the person who refuses firmly. It's actually counterproductive... What a pain.’

"But why do you help me? Even if I didn't die today, I will die or break my will someday. Melchior will know about me, too. Then you won't be safe either."

"That's… you're definitely someone who needs to do something more important. We can't let them sacrifice themselves like that."

"About what the hell. There's something left for me.”

"The final challenge of processing a T-flower…?”

Without realizing it, my sincerity popped out.

To be honest, I didn't know what to tell a lie here.

It's not been long since we've known each other, and we're not going to help with organizational activities.

"I saved your life, and I want you to think about it seriously.

"Ha, why are you so obsessed with T-plum?"

"If I could just keep it active, T-flume would be used for all sorts of different places. It's a mineral that'll make a huge profit. Is there anything more important to a merchant than money?”

"You're a man who doesn't know whether you're noble or snobbish."

"Maybe the latter. There's nothing noble about me. I'm the son of a merchant."

"Why are you hostile to Melchior?"

"I'm with Arthur."

Fran's face shook as if it was an unexpected answer.

If you tell Fran, there was a danger of being passed on to Melchior, but you will never be able to hide what you have stood on Arthur's side.

It was an adventure worth trying if it could win the confidence of Fran.

"…the same disgusting royals."

"I can't do that, but... Arthur wouldn't try to force others to disobey him and he wouldn't force others to obey him. That's his least favorite thing to do. He's been beaten a lot, too.

"How can I be sure?"

"I see the future. You still can't believe it?"

You won't be able to believe it.

Only a few hours ago, thanks to Clayo, I missed Death's Axe Day in front of me.

"My father is a commoner born in the slums of Orient, and I am his son.”

Clayo picked up and served what Dionne had said before.

"My father's baron was bought with money, and you know it. The high-ranking elders in that noble house never elect a man like his father as Secretary of Commerce. But a businessman who suddenly became rich in his day gets a seat? It's impossible in the current civil service."

"Let's go, the left-wing master who was a white writer is targeting with ingredients from his background!’

"Because Arthur is the man who will make the best world for me from a commoner. There is a future that only Arthur can achieve, not a deficit or a child from marriage. I saw it."

Fran, with his arms crossed, remained silent for a long time.

I don't know if it worked or not, but the window began to brighten as if it were making fun of Clayo.

Indeed, some form of fatigue came upon us like a landslide.

I jumped from the third floor with no physical strength, rode mountains, went around several times, used magic, and even heard terrible stories that were hard to hear in my bare mind.

The moment I wanted to scream because my whole body was sore, Fran finally opened her mouth.

"For the activation of the T-flume ether, the most effective catalyst for engraving formulas is….”