The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Clay poked Arthur in the ribs.

"I can't believe you're going to take a lecture on the prosecutor's duty....”

It seems that Fran's perception of Arthur has improved thanks to this, but it is still not adaptable.

"Ray, how do you normally look at me?"

"You want me to tell me.

"Well, no, I don't think you need to hear it."

In the middle of the drawing room, Fran and Isiel sat down and exchanged opinions seriously. Right next to Isiel, Rachel settled down.

Arthur then leaned against the wall next to him, which would not be of much use to him.

Fran stamped red spot on the map of Lundane spread out on the table.

It was where the body was found.

It was great to have explored all that information single-handed. Moreover, it was also surprising to remember the place so accurately.

"He must be a genius.’

While looking at the map in admiration, Clay realized that he could do the same thing, which made him a little embarrassed.

There was a bit of a gap between the natural genius and the ordinary person's perception of the promise.

"All the bodies were found in the middle of the opera house. In terms of corruption, the murder cycle roughly overlaps with the performance date. No victims have been found since the last performance. The victims identified so far are flower salesmen, audience guides, stage assistants and waiting room cleaners."

Pointing to the red spots scattered around the Royal Opera one by one, Fran wrote down the timing of each victim's disappearance.

"Even the audience guide can only be judged to have been killed between the curtain and the curtain. After guiding the audience before the show began, I heard testimony that they didn't show up at the intermission."

Isiel replied coldly.

"Then it's more likely that it was done by theater officials and audiences."

"I think the same as you, Kishion."

Chell killed his mouth.

"Did every performance ever happen? He's an opera-loving guy.

"Maybe that's why we don't have such suspicious missing persons or bodies found these days because we're preparing for our next project.”

"I'm glad to hear that, but....”

"When the show begins, the murder will begin again."

Fran pulled out a blueprint for the opera theater from the gutter and spread it out next to the map of Lundane.

"There are east and west gates in the Opera House. The east gate is connected to the lower floor and the west gate is connected to the second floor. Actors and staff enter the stage door in the south."

"Is it enough to keep an eye on the door? What if he goes into the window?

"The Opera Theater was built when Absalom II was born, so the walls are thick and the windows are narrow. So anyone has to go through one of the three gates. I'm going to monitor it before and after the performance day and track the Ether reaction."

The cello whistled and exclaimed exclamations.

"That's a good idea. It wouldn't have helped if the police couldn't detect the ether."

Isiel has been closely monitoring the map and the plans for the opera theater.

"I think we should look not only at the three doors, but also at the seats and the back of the stage."

"Isiel's right. We need to get inside the concert hall so we can look at the waiting room and the aisle."

"The back of the stage or the staff passageway can be accessed with the help of an opera theater staff. My colleagues will help.”

"But Francis, we need more manpower to carry out this investigation as you planned. Even if a stage door is viewed by one person, the preface and east gate, which have a lot of traffic, must be monitored in groups of at least two people to strictly determine the result. Any more ethers to help?"

For the first time, Fran's face was stained with embarrassment.

Even at only one level of affinity, only 0.025% of the population had ether sensitivity.

Those who can use Ether Detection around them now have no choice but to save them from the Capital Defense Corps school.

Clay felt his mistake for failing to stop Isiel's indifference.

"Oh, Isiel, she doesn't have friends at school....’

***

The next Monday.

For two weeks after leaving the gate of Manemoshine.

Clayo slept throughout the morning after visiting a basic fencing class. Then, under the influence of Rachel, she barely ate dinner and sat down in the drawing room.

The other children were also able to get together smoothly under the leadership of the cello.

The reception room surrounded by seven people, including Chelsea, Isiel, Arthur, Clayo, Lippi, Leticia and Fran, has become quite crowded.

"Ha-am, it's good to get together, but why is it my dorm?"

"You can't get boys in the women's quarters.”

"So the room....”

Rachel was rarely serious.

"Have you seen what his room looks like?"

Come to think of it, I've never been to Arthur's room. Because he always rolled in first.

"You can't go. Ray gets sick."

"As soon as I get in, I'm going to fall down. Dust ball."

Lippi and Leticia shook their heads violently to see if they had already seen it. The hair tied up high in a single branch was so high that it fluttered.

"Hey, it's still a place where people live, but that's not enough..”

Arthur tried to settle it belatedly, but it wouldn't be useful.

"You know the guy who comes to clean up. How did you end up like that.”

"Well, I'm keeping him out because he might lose something very important when he comes here to clean."

"What's the big deal?.”

"Oh, well, do I have to tell you to understand?"

Fran just kicked his tongue to see if he thought Arthur was babbling and then revised his plan with Isiel to deployment with Isiel.

Clayo, who couldn't read the atmosphere and wondered why he was like that, lamented inside.

Even if we don't send assassins to school, we don't know how long Aslan will keep the rules.

'Important thing. Yeah, life is the most precious thing for a person. You're not letting go of the victims.’

Of course, it's all because of Arthur, who always makes us forget that he has a thoughtful personality.

In the midst of it, Chell snapped around Fran's shoulder.

"But Fran! There are quite a few people in the capital who are sensitive to ether, but how do you recognize the killer's ether?"

Isiel also nodded his head.

"The suspect has ether sensitivity.I'm not going to go around raising the Ether in public. Even with [Ether Detection], it's hard to tell if it's below five levels.”

With an uncomfortable look on his face, Fran, who left the arm of the cello, pulled out a sketch that looked like he had drawn himself.

"You don't have to worry about that, Kishion. The ether that was left on the body was incredibly powerful. The suspect's ether sensitivity must be over five levels. Ether's color is also very heterogeneous. Like this picture, there's a glimmer of red."

The colored sketch with red paint expresses the ether on the victim's body quite realistically.

"At Ether?"

"How?"

On the head of Lippi and Leticia, who raised their voices in surprise, the eyes of Arthur, Clayo, and Isiel, who raised his head, crossed.

a red ether

The swords of the assassins who attacked them during the summer vacation were also red.

Since then, assassins who have been searching for Arthur have also been red in their eyes.

'This isn't Sherlock Holmes.' It's about me. It's like flagging in...?’

"Originally, the movement of the ether remains in objects or air for a few minutes after use. But if there is such a clear ether left on the body a few days after his death, it would be hard for the suspect to hide his energy completely.”

"Hooh, red ethera. I've never seen it before!"

Even so, there is still a shortage of manpower. I wish I could have one more....”

It was then.

Open your mouth off!

Clayo's house mate Nebo Yarby stopped at the doorstep.

The sweat-soaked boy, who came back from evening training, faltered with a towel and a practice wooden sword, wiping his sweat, apparently surprised that the reception room was full.

"Oh, what are you all doing here for?”

Lippi and Leticia turned their heads at the same time.

Clayo laughed quietly because the two girls were like meerkats. For a while, the two girls dragged Nebo out with a spirit of predators.

"Fran Wight, good for you. The manpower problem is solved."

"There's one more here.”

"Ether level 3 security guards."

Nebo, who drew attention suddenly, shook his arms and legs in embarrassment.

"Well, what is it, lay your hands off!"

In a few minutes.

After hearing the explanation, Nebo was much more excited than the children before and threw his fist.

"My house is a native of Lundane, a great-grandchild. The biggest stationery store in the Kato district is my house. The opera house is just around the corner and we can't wait to see it happen!"

Isiel, who had been looking at Nebo with no expression, said an important question. important question in his mouth.

"The manpower problem is solved. So when's the next performance?"

answered Rachel quickly.

"This Friday evening is opening. Performances are scheduled once every three days, for three weeks."

"But if it's a royal opera, you can't see the audience upstairs behind the stage. I've been to the opera house with my aunt and Leticia before! My aunt is writing a script! I heard you have to look in the box seats on the second floor to see everything in the theater!"

"According to Leafy, we should get tickets for the show, too."

Chele, who had a giddy look, clenched her fist and clapped her palm.

"Oh, my God, Isiel. There's a problem.”

"What is it?"

"No tickets. This is the opera premiere that Onlundane has been waiting for. It's packed to the waiting area. Even my mother only managed to get VIP customers' share, and she's also a big fan of the closing day performance. Fran, do you have a ticket?”

Once again, Fran shook her head with a stunned look. He was good at exploring and investigating, but he was obviously ignorant of the situation in the drama and art industry.

Clayo stepped in between them.

"Then... I'll ask Lady Dione just in case."

"Greyer Young-ae, what magic do you use to get tickets?"

"She's such a wizard that I don't have to deal with. It's more powerful outside the circle than in the circle."

Clayo went down to the auditor's office in no hurry and called the Greyer Corporation.

***

Five days later, Friday evening.

After the class, Clay returned home with a behemoth.

This is because Dionne gave him strict orders to dress up as a condition to get tickets for the opera.

"The public relations department staff I met during the alternative service were very kind to me. Well, it wouldn't have happened without the clients of Asher, who canceled the show, saying it was beneath the dignity of the Albionne Opera!"

"The opera is an opera. What's the difference....”

"There are people who think that opera, which is not sung in Brunnen, is a third-rate opera, whether it's Fedre or Albion. It's a strange thing to be thankful for, being of help to the master!"

It was surprising and not surprising that there were fundamentalists in this neighborhood, for example, that Italian operas are inferior and English operas do not exist in the world.

'Yeah, it's no wonder that the vocal deities are weird. Since opera is the hottest genre around this time, I guess there are more picky writers.’

Of course, Clayo, who got tickets for the entire concert thanks to him, should be grateful.

On the first day, Clayo, who is close to Dione, will be in charge of monitoring the audience. Just in case, Isiel planned to accompany him to the convoy.

"I can't sing a verse from a novel anyway. Miss Morgan rewrote the script in verse, but I don't know what's bothering her. Well, thanks to you, I was able to see the performance many times. Haha."

"…well, aren't you seeing me just once today?"

"I reserved a ticket for today, but I also got a ticket for another date, why aren't I looking at it? Now, don't make noise. Get up and take a turn."

"What are you looking at after all the dandruff?"

"You didn't wear a cape earlier. Come on!

Unable to disobey her as a benefactor, Clayo managed to get up and make a quick turn. The ribbon on the neck was itchy and uncomfortable.

"Oh, I really need to go to the barber shop.’

In the meantime, I couldn't care less about my head because I woke up one day after another. The hair was long enough to touch the shoulder.

His hair, of course, became the prey of Dione, and was tied tightly to a pearl-colored industrial complex ribbon that looked more colorful today.

She looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction.

I was relieved that it was a dinner suit I had worn before, but when I actually tried it on, the "summer greenhouse cap" looked strangely noticeable even though there was no decoration.

As if they were in sync, the cape came down to the waist and gently shook as it moved.

"But definitely, Mado is a mado.’

The autumn night was deep and chilly, but as soon as I wore it, it became as warm as if I had a hot water mat around my back.

Clayo retracted his insinuation, saying, "Isn't this just a piece of cake.

"It's a bright gray color, so it's elegant, and it goes well with you. Besides, it's very interesting. As soon as I wore this, I changed the shape to fit your body shape. Can't we open it later?"

"You can open it if you can."

Dionne shook her head with a face of lingering regret.

"I'm not sure. If we could find out the structure and duplicate it, we could have called for a huge amount of money. I'm sorry I'm not good enough."

That's right.

Dionne's eyes with fur on his head were shining especially when he went to the opera, and he seemed to have been thinking that way.