The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Standing in the middle of the cellar, instead of moving recklessly, Clay turned on "Tardiness" and moved his head gently.

On the right side of the bookshelf, there were layers of old and worn books and boxes used to store old books.

"Is there some sort of palimpsest piece in there?’

But that wasn't something you could look through now. Clayo turned his attention to the West Street on the left.

It seemed that there were not general book classifications, but journals and related documents organized by the year of the incident.

It was fortunate that the effort to find was lessened.

'First of all, it's a log of the Red Snow Wizard in 1793.

Perception, like a needle, runs down the books on the left side of the bookshelf one by turns.

Soon, Clayo finds a bookshelf with a diary from 1793.

In his sharp "Late," traces of the diary being pulled out in 1793 and put back into a tight bookshelf are detected.

It was a trail made in the near future.

Either the guest book is wrong, the one who printed out this log has infiltrated, or the queen is the culprit.’

Clayo had a fever in his head, trying to weigh many possibilities.

"But isn't it too dangerous for Zuleica to go in and out of such a vulnerable place? No, did Philippe actually make a mutual agreement with his political partner in the first place?’

There were so many branches that it was difficult to make a clear conclusion. I couldn't even worry too long.

Melchior must be looking this way. I wanted to avoid the situation where he would ask questions.

Clayo slowly took a look at the bookshelf one by one and moved on to the item in 1793. Since then, three diaries have been printed together before and after the incident in question.

"I'm glad there were a bunch of maniacs in 1793. There are wizards who triggered climate magic and caused trouble.'

As for climate magic, there was more data left than red snow.

The reason for the ban was that one person tried so many times without paying attention to disciplinary action.

'We had rain in one place, and one place had a drought. As a 7-level wizard, the circle size is 500 meters in diameter, so it's not a big problem, but... At the end, he was experimenting by the river and dried up all the adjacent royal rose gardens. That's why it's banned.

Climate magic was chosen as a smoke screen in case you were caught digging into red eyes and ether.

With a firm mind, Clayo turned on the "memory" and looked through the diary.

In addition to climate magic, the list showed an attack magic that consumed more expensive Mana Stone than a diamond of the same weight.

In this case, it was forbidden magic because of the noble wizard who exploited Young Ji-min to save the Mana Stone Gold.

"Wizards do everything they can when they're hooked on a topic. Come on.

When I opened the bookcase as if I were measuring the amount, I saw a lot of burned paper scraped at the back of the diary in 1793, and the next volume.

'Hoo, let's get a hold of course.’

Clayo began to read one page after another, taking care to keep the leafy pace of the bookcase steady.

It was not to be determined which magic was examined with particular care.

***

Boom-

"Red eyes are the result of an experiment in which the blood of the beast ether level was raised and destroyed?"

A hot-tempered cell jumped up and hit the desk.

Clayo said, picking up a teacup from a shaky desk.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Hey, that would have raised my level first. Or you're dead."

Lipi, who was chewing apricot as a snack, helped a word.

"Well, Ray, he was found last time when he was stabbed in the blood of a beast."

Clayo quickly developed the circle around the size of the children and then developed a soundproof[shielding] law school.

Few people came and went in front of the remote laboratory, which had often reserved reservations waiting for Fran, but the more defense, the better.

"You know my level is the same. It's the aftereffect of a drug that can be made by mixing different ingredients in the massage blood. The drug is called Hydra's Poison. One month's worth of name, the magician who drank it found a record of going mad attacking everyone around him.”

Clay didn't elaborate on the ingredients of the "Hydra's Poison" just in case.

"Where'd you find out all that?"

"And the royal family."

As soon as the word "king clerk" came out of Clayo's mouth, Arthur's silent eyes fell with sharpness.

Arthur was the first person to inform him of the existence of the royal library, so he could think of the existence that opened it.

Considering that it's not an excuse, Clayo continued to explain.

"The guest book says, officially, no one has been there for decades to look up the data. I don't know how it is.”

Isiel came close to the table with a serious look on his face.

"If anyone had access to that data before Clay O'Ne....”

Fran, who was arm in arm, took Isiel's words and completed it.

"You must have tried to recreate 'Hydra's Poison'. It seems like the level of the user itself has increased.”

Chell, who barely sat back in the chair, fanned his hand and questioned as if he had found some reason.

"No, by the way, what's the point of raising the ether level if the aftereffects are frantic and rambling? There's only one life, but is it common for people to do it?"

Fran's gray eyes sank deep beyond her glasses.

"In order to get drugs that raise the ether level, there are plenty of people who will sacrifice themselves to other people's lives. There are as many ways to force an experiment on an unwanted person as there are ways to collect the usury. As long as I had money and power.”

It was a voice that sounded rather cold beyond the critical point.

Clayo quickly added to the explanation, settling the sinking atmosphere.

"The bottom line is, the existence of a red-eyed killer may not be the cause of anything, but the consequences. Whoever uses the red ether, whether he wanted it or not, could have been made by drugs."

Red eyes, red ether.

assassins with an extremely unstable capacity

Not all children can reveal it in front of them, but there was a high possibility that Aslan was behind the incident.

'And the biggest problem is that the incomplete assassins no longer show up.’

Arthur said so at the watchtower before the door of Menemosine opened. I'm nervous because there are no guests at night.

Does that mean that whether it's Aslan or Juleykah, they've succeeded in making the right Hydra poison? So they don't send the failed ones anymore? Is the culprit in this case also an experiment?'

None of the questions could be answered clearly until the criminal was caught.

Instead of picking up a hasty home, Clay kept his mouth shut to the right extent.

Then, Isiel raised a valid question.

"But the source of the theory was the ancient tradition of sharing blood after hunting the beast. Is it meaningful to interpret it literally and practice it? More than anything else, it's not as common as it was a thousand years ago."

Instead of Clayo, Fran answered in a voice that was still cold.

"I've only recently had a large amount of blood of the beast. Clayo Asher, you've got the worst of the game in the Oiles.”

Unlike the body of Masu, which was definitely reconciled to dust, the blood that Masu had already shed did not disappear, wet in the ground and clothes.

"The land was sealed off a long time ago, and the bloodstained clothes were picked up by the new Capital Defense Department, where I lost my mind. Every sock to every sock and everything.

Clayo quickly explained the truth, wondering if he was being suspected. Chelsea also helped Clayo.

"Even in the Capital Defense Corps, I know the sorcerer's lab isn't very secure. There are so many geeks that ordinary people don't even step on their feet. The place where the beast died, too, had only a line of no-go fences."

"It means there were corners everywhere to get the blood of the beast.”

Frans, who took off her glasses and calmed down, changed her glasses before she wiped them.

We have thoroughly investigated the arrest of actor Gheim. He was an incredibly frugal actor. You don't have a lover or government, you don't have a wife, you live in a small cellar near the opera theater, and you donate most of your money and gifts.”

"Hey, that's so suspicious. I don't believe in asceticism. You went into the concert hall the day before yesterday. Didn't you see anything suspicious on stage?”

"Not at all. I looked at it my way, but he didn't detect any ether."

"Hey, not everyone in the world is like you."

"Yeah, Riffy. Let's say it's my prejudice. And just because he's suspicious, he won't be able to stop the last performance of the most popular opera right now without proof."

"Then tonight, let's have the most powerful prosecutor and the most powerful wizard watch you in front of the stage!"

"I agree!"

As Ripe and Leticia helped, today's watchtower was set in an instantaneously. As usual, Fran wrapped up the meeting.

"The stage door and the back of the stage after the performance will be watched by me and Nebo. I'm used to the structure of the theater and I'm familiar with your surroundings, so it'll be easy to deal with the situation.”

There were only Arthur and Clayo in the box seats of Asher Street today.

As the wife of the Empress of Crater came to buy large quantities of Mana Stone accessories, Dionne was absent from the final performance, shedding tears.

Money was a priority over hobbies.

Of course, it was Dionne who was meticulously dressed in Clayo's clothes even though he couldn't come to the concert.

It was regrettable that he could not come to the concert, but he even filled the round cuff button that he made of Mana Stone gold, saying that there was a lot of trouble today, and that there was a meaning of protection.

Clayo was worried that he might lose his mana stone jewelry, which is more expensive than a diamond of the same size.

And instead of Dionne, the person who came to the concert hall was talking about her crazy and flapping appreciation during the intermission.

Arthur seemed to have a lot of thoughts during the afternoon meeting, but he regained his usual attitude in the theater.

Clay didn't bother to dig Arthur's heart.

If he wants to look like this, it's better to match him.

"Well, what's the point of all these people coming here's a bunch of people. I thought I was going crazy trying to hold back my sleep."

"Keep your voice down. The prince is so uneducated.”

"What, come on! The Circus of Kishion barely comes once a year. Where did you grow up to see opera or You must have grown up somewhere.”

Arthur, who was forced to hold back his yawns throughout the first and second acts, protested, even tears formed around his eyes.

"Okay, that's it. I'm not going to discuss art with you. So how was the actor? Gheheim."

"Well, I don't know much about this, so can a singer play the lead role of an old man who's so wild?"

"What?"

"I didn't know at first because my voice was young. But when the lighting is down, I can see that the cheeks and mouth underneath the mask are wrinkled.”

"No way. You seemed like a young man to me."

"Then did the singer change?"

"That voice is not something anyone can imitate."

Because of this, Clay saw the same performance four times.

At any time, Geheim's voice and pronunciation were very unique.

In addition, today's performance was the best for one's own nosy ears.

"Did you see the burn wrong? Apparently, there are burn marks underneath the mask."

"Oh, if you think so, maybe it is. I'll take a closer look next time. But is the burn all over your face? He's an actor.

"I didn't see it before. It could be covered with makeup. Let's see."

Looking at Geheim again on the stage, as Arthur said, the face and the wrist revealed through the gloves looked red.

Clayo watched the stage nervously as he prepared to open the circle.

The familiar content was repeated.

The misunderstanding of Arshenie, Luminaulta was taken away by his brother and returned.

Luminita's high voice calling for innocence.

Maybe the last performance will end without any problems?

Did he and Behemoth see the red eyes wrong?

Ruminita's aria is at its peak.

"With you, even the fading will be brilliant, and even the ashes will be sweet."

And the lord of the highlands bites his lover's neck.

The people in the theater didn't even breathe.

Even in the vampire scene, which is getting longer than usual, everyone was immersed in the scene, probably because of the smoke that was so intense today.

Tick-tack-

"Ray."

The first thing I felt was Arthur.

"That's not acting. That girl is convulsing.”

There were no soldiers, no knights, no wizards in the audience today.

In this, Arthur probably saw more people die than anyone else.

Holding the sword, Arthur jumped over the railing of the balcony on the second floor and stormed into the stage.

Feeling Arthur's signs, Gehaim opened his mouth from the throat of the soprano and let go of his tightly hugging body.

Red blood gushed from the falling woman's neck.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Is it because I thought it was the device of the play?

A few beats late, there was a scream of men and women in the audience. In the great confusion people began to escape in all directions.

Clayo jumped along Arthur and gave a slow school meal.

"[Like a thick valley embracing pigeons, hurry up and embrace me!]"

Then he reversed himself in the opposite direction. There was no time to look at the stage.

Clay quickly embraced soprano's body and cast a haemostatic spell.

The stage was overflowing with ethers that were more dazzling than lighting.

In soprano's neck, blood stopped in an instant and the wound on her throat was healed. A weary look returned and the pulse was set correctly.

'There you go!'

Boom! Boom!

Then Clay found Nebo rolling out of the right backstage.

"Nebo! Get him out of here quickly. Take him to the Capital Guard and see a wizard or a doctor!"

Clayo asked, helping Nebo carry the lost soprano on his back.

"What about Fran?"

"I was on the other side of the stage with me. If there's a problem, shoot him, Ali-."

Bang!

Bang, bang, bang!

In an empty theater where all the people had escaped, gunshots rang four times.

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