The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

A strange eerie touch across the spine. Even though I was wearing a cape in the summer garden, my hands and feet got cold.

However, Dionne was applauding the singer's passionate performance. Isiel looked at the audience in a sincere manner, mimicking the applause.

There was a frenzy of enthusiasm in the theater.

be stiff for nothing Clay thought, pretending to be clapping awkwardly for fear of getting useless attention.

"The assassins who attacked Arthur in the east in the summer were also red in their eyes. Even then, the level reading didn't come up perfectly and it just went wrong.’

It was clear that those with red eyes and red ether were out of orbit.

"Lateness" was raised to the fullest and under the shadow of the hat, I looked at the color of the singer's eyes covered by the mask, but it looked plain brown.

Even though the curtain went down once, the audience wanted to reappear, chanting Geheim's name.

In the meantime, Clayo whispered to Isiel.

"Didn't you notice anything strange about that singer, Gheheim, when you sang the last aria?”

"…from the singer?"

Isiel stepped up to the stage and looked at the actor who received a bouquet of flowers.

He looked serious about whether he could still find anything strange.

It was then.

The behemoth, who was listening to the conversation, came down to the floor, popped its tail and set up a lot of hair.

"Just, just, just, you know, I saw the main grave! His eyes blazed red!"

Clayo's eyes were colored with something similar to emotion.

'Behemoth, you're a worthy spirit. But it's worth the drink....’

It was much more reliable to double check.

There must have been something about that singer!

After the performance, eight children gathered in the staff lounge of the theater, where the audience, actors, and employees all escaped.

"Is it Clayo's opinion that he's suspicious of Gaelic evidence?"

"First of all."

"On what basis?"

"At the end of the show, his eyes looked red.”

"Issiel, did you see the same thing as Clay?”

Isiel supported Clayo's opinion by patting the ears of the spreading behemoth gently, apparently exhausted after a long run.

"No, I didn't see it. However, Clayo Asher's opinion is worth listening to. He has better ether detection than I do."

"…I can't believe you're saying that, so I'll try and find out."

Fran was still half-confident.

"Why, Fran, do you think he's not the culprit?”

"I don't have a personal connection with him, but the theater's unionists say he is a person who is polite to terminal employees and contributes a huge amount of performance profits to the poor."

Nebo nudged in.

"Prof is right. When I was backstage earlier, I heard about the actors because they were local kids. He's never a pussy when he's messing with girls. He's the weakest actor among the actors, and he's good at handing out gifts to the waiting room. You're using honorific language to kids?”

"Then I understand it's hard to doubt….”

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Behemoth, who slaps his tail on the floor, poured out words of disbelief.

Clay thought.

I'm so glad no one understood what the cat said.

Anyway, as the story flowed like this, Clayo weakened his position as if he were catching a living person without evidence.

I can't say that my item and my cat cross-checked me.’

Fran, who finally finished deliberation, concluded in her own firm tone.

"Don't worry. I'll check for myself and verify your testimony. No one can make an exception."

Fortunately, Fran didn't seem to want to let go of the person who was once suspected because of his previous preconceptions.

I couldn't find anyone else suspicious.

So the surveillance of the first day ended in vain.

Everyone returned to school and broke up in the lobby. Nebo, who was weak all night, went up to the room faster than anyone else.

So Clayo was able to follow the stairs of the North's spire where Fran disappeared without attracting attention.

Stretching. Stuttering.

Took

"What's your business? Clayo Asher."

"Well, take this."

Clay quickly put out the revolver and bullet boxes he had put in the bottom of the picnic basket.

"Revolver and Mana Stone are bullets made of processing. You're not a prosecutor, you don't use attack magic. I'm chasing an ether level of five, and I'm going to need something like this."

When the word revolver and mana stone were said to be bullets, the suspicious face of Fran became full of doubts.

"How did you know I knew how to handle a gun?"

Fran was also a marksman in the last manuscript.

His good physical strength and diligence and concentration made his shooting skills frightening.

In addition,

"The last time I went to your room, the revolver was stuck between the dictionaries. If it wasn't for you, I would have guessed wrong."

“…!!!”

"If you don't know how to use a weapon, you can learn it from now on. You'll do well soon. I heard Rosa's assistant, Calvin, is a player here."

"I don't know English. I don't deserve this from you. Stop blocking the road and get out of the way."

"No, why not? He's in charge of the murder investigation at the Opera House."

"Are you kidding me?"

When there were many children, I wondered if he was killing his temper, but Fran's short patience seems to be the same even if he died once and survived.

As Fran was about to push himself up the stairs, Clay stretched his arm out to the railing and blocked Fran's path.

"I'm not teasing you, I'm doing it with reasonable judgment. If the person who did all this research gets hurt, everything will be ruined. Even if there's another murder, it'll be hard to track. So use your tools to protect yourself."

"You said you saw it. What's the point? I have enough means to protect myself. Did you think he was walking around the back streets of Lundane naked after the curfew?

Clayo deftly pulled the revolver out of his fran jacket, bent over in anger.

Of course, it was an attempt by the late Frank to make a gap.

He used his relatively large height to step back up the stairs and examine the revolver of Fran. It was an old-fashioned gun that had never been touched in the previous world.

But I could tell that it was a well-kept and long-handed item.

"This should be enough for the average person. But the person you're after isn't normal. Unregistered ether respondents, murderers."

"Clayo Asher! It's not a toy. Hurry up and turn it back."

"I know."

Clayo put a revolver on the box he was holding and handed it to Fran two steps down.

"The new gun is Court 4 model, so your revolver and bullet are compatible. Mana Stone can only be used with bullets. If you cast magic on it, you will be able to deal with the ether response, even if you leave your hand.”

Ethers who cannot open fields will use any form of ether [hardening], and will not be able to deal with general weapons without ethers.

"If it's a prosecutor, you can fight with a sword, but Fran doesn't have that talent. Then you have to correct the temperature to reduce the chance of death.’

"Why are you helping me like this? You have nothing to gain from me.”

"I've already got a great deal from you, Winter Palace. I kept mum because you told me not to tell you, but it doesn't really disappear."

"It's all your credit. I...!”

"Yeah, so this is totally my favor, too. If you die, who can explain the unfair death of Mr. Bartleby's nephew? Who will alleviate the pain of poor, unrepresented, and shunned by the press?”

Even in the dark corridor, which was lit only by the streetlights outside, I could see Fran biting his chin tightly.

"What do you know... That's how....”

"Yes, I don't know anything. So you, who know something, should be alive and well."

Finally, Fran accepted a box of bullets and revolvers.

Clayo passed Fran with a box and returned to his dorm room without looking back.

It was because I was worried that Fran would change his mind when I looked back.

It's harder than giving a cat a pill. Whoo.'

But it was a necessary defense.

The other day, I was told that I had barely prepared money when I made [the glasses of discrimination], so I wondered about Fran's surroundings. The count's eldest son was a wizard because he thought it was strange that he had no money to make a harness.

It turned out that Count Hyde was almost disowned with his son and could not expect financial support other than tuition.

Fran's shabby clothes were partly due to his own temper, but also to his father, who cut off support to the extent that he could not even dress up.

It was a pressure to let go of the people's flag. And Fran is a human being who can never be daunted by such pressure.

The price of mana stone was just a hundred times the price of precious metals. The processing of the ether to be carried and shot also cost a considerable amount of money.

'I'm glad I got that much money because I got that patent.’

At least Fran won't die in vain, given the weapon anyway.

'And Fran... Eunwon has a certain personality. You're not someone who forgets what you've received, so you should bring something back and make it into debt or grace.’

If they cannot appeal to ideology, they are trying to appeal to cognitive situations.

***

Since then, there have been three more opera performances.

Even on days when there was no performance, Arthur and his friends decided to take turns to look around the theater and search for elements.

He watched the opera theater for 10 days, but no more victims came out.

In the first place, there were less than 200 people, even if all of the five levels of prosecutors and wizards registered in the entire Albion were combined.

Even if you are unregistered, it is not common for people with higher ether sensitivity.

said Chell, who was looking at the map with a serious face.

The number of red dots on the map was exactly the same as 10 days ago.

No more victims of the same crime were found, even though Fran, who seemed to be leaving the class, diligently walked in and out of the morgue.

"It's good if people don't die, but isn't it better to get a hint and go somewhere else and look for victims?"

Lipi also helped out a word.

"But this opera is so popular that quite a few students came to see it. It wouldn't stand out if we walked around."

We have telegraphed four state morgue workers on the border with Lundane. I asked you to call me when a strange body comes in. The unsub seriously damages the body to hide his sores."

Clay was impressed by Fran's behavior.

"But it was just a reply that I didn't have one. It's not me, it's a telegram sent in the name of Amrit of the C.A.U., but it's real."

Fran didn't seem to notice, but his words contained other information.

"We've made many enemies.You must have made that many friends. Well, he's persuasive and he's sincere.’

Isiel concluded the meeting.

Let`s be on guard while the performance continues. If there are reports of problems in other areas, wouldn't it be okay to take a different approach from then on?"

"Yes, we've started, so let's cheer up until the end of this show, as our senior student said."

The melancholy between the children was evoked thanks to Isiel, who speaks the truth, and Chelsea, who makes the atmosphere lively.

***

Clay, who was doing classical homework, finished the essay roughly and put the pen down. There was no need to use it because it would be the lowest point anyway.

Albion's writing has kept grammatical rules and customs as an important indicator of how to use classical works gracefully.

And Clayo Asher's ability in Albionic writing was zero.

"I can't write lyrics even if I say it in Korean. I was a person who took two or three days to write a new press release. But if you have to quote Albion's classics at the right time, you can't.’

Gavin Bard, a classical teacher, has given up all hope for a compulsive student who is good at magic.

Because I was shocked by Clayo's empty ignorance.

From the prose of Hormar Lyordan, who was seven years old and could recite, to Count Werner Nils Hydeite, a poet of commandment, Clayo knew not a single line of literature.

No matter how much I add to the task, there is no sign of improvement, so Professor Gavin became generous with everything.

'Yeah, Clayo. How can a man excel in every way? I'll give you a basic score, as I always do my best.'

Clayo also had an excuse.

After coming to this world, I had to get the information I desperately needed right away, so reading had to focus on the field.

Magic books, auction rule guides, casebooks on land leasing and sale, mana stone schedules, and the status of Albion's knighthoods, which were peeked at by Zebedee's lab as confidential... I haven't read a single book to develop literary knowledge.

"I haven't even heard of being the best seller these days, but I wonder if I could afford to look at hundreds of years old prose poems."

Nevertheless, Clayo's real intention was to read literature even if he had time.

"It's better to pet a cat and sleep one more night.’

Clayo, who patted Behemoth's hips, asked a question he had forgotten because he was busy.

"I can't remember what happened the other day at the theater. Do you remember anything about him?”

"About the red-eyed singer?"

It's a rough summary, but it's not wrong, so Clay gave a cool affirmation.

"Well, yeah."

"Hmmm. I was thinking of something this morning....”

"I was there…?

"I don't remember because I don't drink."