The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Aslan was cold and cruel, but he was not the type of pleasure killer at all.

Even now, when I met him in person, his impression hasn't changed.

'From the last manuscript, what he did during the war, he should be the one who thinks little of people's. He doesn't hesitate to do anything cruel.'

But it was caused by a twisted idea, never a single line of description of the murder itself as a pleasure.

In addition, Aslan is constantly sending assassins who can no longer intimidate Arthur in order to make him suffer from killing someone weaker than me.’

It was an impossible kind of harassment without understanding from the heart that murder was a painful thing of pain.

'Sullan is unlikely to be a hedonistic killer.

Aslan, described by the manuscript, was a consistent and impure person.

It was a blasphemy to bury the blood of an unworthy man on his sword unless he was in a combat situation, and he did not accept the battle if his opponent's status was not met.

There was definitely a scene in the last manuscript that exploded in person, rejecting the polite challenge of the Knights of the Kishion for that reason.

"I was a convincing villain in my own way. They pursue only noble bloodlines and strength, and believe in the law that only those who have them are right."

Why on earth is there such a rumor?

I felt that my migraine was getting stronger as I had to find out more and more in the future.

Clayo desperately needed Tylenol more than ever.

What's the use of magic? You can't apply it to me. Chet.'

Clayo went back to his dorm, enduring a headache without painkillers.

My head was whining as I was shaking in the carriage. I felt ashamed that I was the one in the 21st century who had no knowledge of chemistry and pharmacology.

"If I knew how to make Tylenol, I would not only rake in a lot of money, but also get rid of my headache. Whoo.'

Only a group of people trudged up the stairs of the dormitory, suffering from petty thoughts. But when I opened the front door, an unexpected person was waiting for Clayo, who was exhausted.

He couldn't sit down because of his temper, so he was nervously going back and forth from the reception room of the dormitory.

"What brings you here? The sun will rise in the west tomorrow."

"Where were you going? He's on sick leave!

"I've been around for a while, but now I have a headache."

"...really?"

"Can we really talk tomorrow?”

"Sit down if you're not sick."

After the field trip, Fran took a break from school for a while.

Since then, the "Menemoshine's Door" has been held, and Jebedi's classes have been closed all the time.

Under such circumstances, the task of spending free time after school was exempted, so it has been quite a while since I talked to Fran.

Fran's demeanor has changed 180 degrees to Clayo. His expression was also serious, so his face was white.

"What the hell is going on?"

"There is a string of murders taking place in Lundane. I'll have to figure it out somehow.”

"What?"

Clayo was surprised to the point where his long drooping eyes glanced up.

It would not have been as surprising if he had asked for help from the people's flag management or the organization of labor unions. In that case, he was willing to donate money.

But why serial murders?’

When I came home after hearing that the second prince might be a murderer, what kind of toilet is this?

In the last manuscript, the main characters were not involved in any of these atrocities!

"If it's a murder case, shouldn't you go to the police first, not me?"

Fran banged the drawing-room table. The sheets of paper piled up in the chain were scattered.

"The cops don't care if a few of the opera house boys or girls selling flowers are gone! I wouldn't have come to you if the police department listened to me! The victims are all commoners. Stupid police stations, the victim whose body was not found is just a missing person!"

Fran was excited with a bloodstained brow. He wasn't like that for no reason.

"And you still have a reason to think this is murder, right?”

"At the beginning of autumn, Mr. Bartleby of the printing press union visited. My niece, who sells flowers at the theater, hasn't come home for a week.Furthermore, he was in a position to take care of his two younger brothers.”

After all that, Fran still seemed to be helping the unions. a consistent, devoted figure to ideals

Whether the goal is scientific advancement or the improvement of workers' rights, the attitude is the same. The essence doesn't change.’

"Did you say police? I was the first one to go. Do you know what those kids were talking about? 'She must have run away with her lover because she's a girl of her age.' 'I've been raving my ears.'

"…have you ever used the scar?"

"You think my scar is omnipotent, but it encourages someone who has a little sympathy, not a way to pierce the ears of deaf people. He was adamant that he would pay attention to the work of low-ranking police officers and poor children. You sons of bitches."

"You've been through a lot."

"What's wrong with my hard work? Eventually, Miss Bartleby was found at the morgue. If it had not been a big burn on the wrist due to severe damage, it would have been impossible to identify him."

"Sure…!"

"And there was a unique ether reaction on the back of her neck. There's no sorcerer in the morgue, so the police can't even smell it!"

Clayo listened attentively to Fran's shot.

"I've been asking a lot of people who have suddenly disappeared like that since a few months ago."

Fran quickly made out an explanation.

Even after finding Miss Bartleby, he visited two bodies of Lundane every day. From there, four more unidentified bodies could be found with artificial ether reactions.

"Some bodies were decapitated, some were found in water, some were inflated, some were bent, but they were camouflaged. The same criminal is responsible. I can't help but recognize that strange Ether who doesn't escape a few days after his death.”

Clayo, who has a weak stomach, was already getting tired of his face. This was due to the sudden attraction of the Albion plate CSI without defense.

However, despite the confusion, I did not forget to check the basic facts.

"Franc, how did you do that without a common skill [Ether Detection] that only allows you to do a level 3 or higher? The magic of tracking the ether response by opening a field would also require three magical slots.”

"That's a reasonable question. My ethers are still at level two. But this will solve the problem.”

Fran pointed her finger at the metal glasses she was wearing.

"This is an object with a Mana Stone Crystal on the lens and [detect] on the rim of the Mana Stone Wing. I barely managed to change the money."

Surprised, Clayo used Understanding to examine Fran's glasses.

[Discriminating Glasses]

—Class: Best product

—Detects ethers and determines properties and properties.]

"What, the best is under the artifact! He's a low-level ether. He's making everything!’

"I didn't know there was such a way....”

It`s no big deal to know the principles. I can't implement it, so I drew a blueprint and placed an order with the processing wizard."

It was Clayo who was dumbfounded by Fran's explanation.

'It's easy, you say the same thing. With that good talent gone....’

"Anyway, the police don't even do a proper checkup if you're an unidentified poor commoner. It seems that they couldn't distinguish it because it was so decomposed, but there is something in common with the unique ether reaction. The blood was drained out of my body."

Clay received it from Dione and peeped at the novel he had left next to the sofa without opening the envelope.

"The vampire novel was a bestseller and now it's a copycat crime."’

"I've tried to move public opinion, but the paper doesn't even publish this story. They're talking about third-rate weekly magazines and weird dead bodies. The police won't move unless a greater person dies. I'll give it to you. The capital hero, please lend me that name."

At first glance, it was beyond Clayo's capabilities.

Clayo, who was trying to get out of it somehow, shut his mouth because he remembered what happened during the field trip.

It was.

On the night of Fran's death, Clay himself first suggested that he would listen to everything he had gone through and help him when necessary.

Trust is maintained only when a person speaks.

"Franc is an avid talent, and this can't go wrong.’

If the press and publishing are so advanced, Profaganda will be a huge weapon. In the original election, the real power of the campaign was the head of the public information bureau.

Moreover, the murder itself is a problem.

Every abnormality in the world has its cause.

A serial murder crime that didn't appear in the last manuscript. If it was also related to magic, I couldn't sit still.

'Whoa, if the editor's authority's time limit was a little longer, I'd read it carefully. I can't do that.’

Clayo, who pressed his thumb and index finger between his forehead to rest his stiff eyes, looked up a moment later.

"It's not hard to lend my name. You can sell as much as you want. But it can't solve this by itself. The police won't be particularly cooperative with me."

"Why?"

"I don't think the reputation of the entire common people who just got a knighthood will have much more power than the name of the writer Baek in the police department."

"……I can't believe we're still being judged in the name of our parents even though we're already at the age of adulthood.”

"I'm an adult, but I'm still a student. You can't even be treated like an adult before you turn 20. Besides, there are advantages to being a student.”

"What the hell?"

"There's a lot of classmates out there to rent. Luckily, there are a lot of exceptional students in our year."

"Lucky or bad, you rolled in. But since we're here, let's put it on somehow. It'll be something.’

"I don't know if you know. The school has an organization called the Student Security Authority, and according to the school rules, there is a clause that states, 'In an emergency when the doors of the Menemosines are open, security can be maintained throughout the capital."

After the Queen's garden was destroyed, the gate of Manemosine was still active.

Now, the external determination of the school is maintained by the wizards of the Capital Defense Unit by injecting ether.

This means that the regulations are applicable.

Why don`t we collect the evidence by gathering friends who can afford it and conduct their own investigation? If there is solid evidence, the authorities can no longer turn a blind eye to it. Even if there is a problem in the process, it will be avoided by regulations on the activities of the security forces."

A rare surprise appeared on Fran's face.

He was smart, but he couldn't follow Clayo in the administrative tricks from his experience.

"Which of the students belong to the Security Guard?"

"In our school year, Isiel Kishion and Celeste Thangpeth de Nege."

To entangle Fran, Clay wagged the bait gently.

First of all, put the trustworthy Isiel and the luxurious cello together. Both of them have a sense of justice, and they don't lose to anyone.

Arthur automatically follows them when they come. If I can't get him to be my person even though I put him on like this... I don't know. That's what Arthur's capable of.’

Rachel didn't even think. For one thing, being able to go out at night legally was the strongest attraction.

"Okay! I thought my back was moldy because I was stuck in bed after entering and leaving the door!"

The wound from the burn and the poison has just been attached, but it was accepted without a hitch.

If that`s the case, I`ll help. If we can get the evidence and hand it over to the police department, wouldn't a formal investigation begin.”

Isiel, who was caught by the Capital Defense Corps and suffered from writing reports all along, also expressed his willingness to participate.

"Me too! You're not going to leave me out of this, are you?"

Arthur also clung to it with a twitch.

Arthur, who was one head taller than himself, was coldly pushed away by Fran.

Clayo sighed inwardly.

"For a Republican, the prince must be a member of the ruling class who must be eradicated. I don't think he'll fit well with everything he does."

What can I do? I can lead a horse to the water, but I can't force him to water it.

"But wouldn't the prejudice go away if you ran into it?"’

Is it futile to expect....

Pran, who raised his glasses, looked up at Arthur and raised his blade.

"Lionan, you're not part of the Security Guard.”

"Then as a friend of the security guards."

"You don't need to cut in for fun and interesting things!"

Arthur was not drawn into Fran's old age.

He only bowed his head with a serious face that erased the laughter, and one head was politely eye-contacted with Fran, who was smaller than himself.

Fran, who seemed to be angry, stopped talking looking at Arthur's metamorphosis.

"It's no fun and interesting to die. Dead people will never come back. But how can you stay still when the cops say they don't want to move their heavy buttocks? You didn't learn to ignore the sword at times like this.

Beyond the glasses, Fran's eyes twinkled.