The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Holding onto the "late" in the midst of dizziness, Clay sensed the footsteps of dozens of people running in the hallway.

The clatter of guns and knives, the loud footsteps. It wasn't an article.

"The police are about to enter!"

"Oh, my God! Something's about to happen!"

The red-eyed man, the red ether, and the suspicious connection between them and Prince Aslan were all to be left to the police.

Fran twisted her face looking alternately at the entrance of the hall and Gheheim.

Then Arthur and Clayo's eyes met. The two would have thought of the same thing.

Clayo said.

"Fran, show me the balloon that you came in earlier."

"It's too small for four people to go in.”

"It's all right. There's a way.”

Fran tilted a corner of the background without further question. The door behind it, which had no handle, was opened tactfully. A narrow passage like a coffin was revealed.

Fran jumped in first. Arthur carried Gehaim in.

Finally, Clayo managed to crumple himself in and closed the lid on his head.

"Come on, now!"

At the same time as Clayo said, a message of 'promise' floated up the dusty aisle.

[Unique Skill: 'Frontline']

[—Creates subspaces that are inviolable by any force or magic.

—Move you and your designated person from events and backgrounds into subspace.

- Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:29:59 / 00:30:00

User: Arthur Lyognan]

The space mutated as the snow flared white in front of my eyes.

Clayo's first impression was this.

'Oh, you've risen to the next level, and you've grown your skills so much.’

The second impressions were as follows.

What am I supposed to do with him?’

Arthur was still pressing the seizure in the middle of the bleak stage of the amphitheater.

Fran's magic again seemed to come back to him, but on the contrary, his struggle only grew stronger.

Since then, there has been a struggle between [healing] and [a superintendent] and [a superintendent] to escape whenever he tried to do so, there was a tug-of-war.

"No! Go away! That's it, fire!

"It's not fire, it's ether! I'm trying to heal you!

Unaccustomed to magic, Fran gradually lost her concentration. Arthur also seemed to have a hard time trying to subdue Gehaim without injuring him.

'Let's listen, really!'

"Let me go, let me go! Here's the stage. Stay still. I…."

"Yes, this is the stage. I'll pull you up, you son of a gun!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

After sitting a little distance from them and circulating them in a hurry, Clay finally collected enough ether to carry out the plan properly.

There's a word 'fire' in Fran's proverbs. The magic form is influenced by the truth. Maybe that's why he's doing that. You said you were scared of fire, right?’

"Franc, will you pull the circle back? I'll try."

Fran, who sighed, died down Ether.

Clayo approached the three tangled men. Geheim was lying down and experiencing intermittent convulsions.

"Both of you step back for a moment."

"Will you be all right?"

Clayo nodded.

"What can I add to this?”

Gheheim's stage costume was now almost torn and ragged. The body revealed below was a mess with stab wounds from the assassins and Arthur.

The uninjured part was also not fine.

Half of the body and face were exposed to the blood that had been melted down, and hair was also left in a lump.

Despite Fran's struggle, Geheim was dying. It was obvious that he had little time left.

'This isn't just a wound.'

And the red-eyed assassins apparently tried to kill Gehaim.

'It means that Gehime is a person who has something to do with red eyes, or the poison of Hydra. This guy knows something they're going to kill and shut up.’

Geheim, who came to his senses, struggled as if he had become a different person from the crazy vampire, but did not attack Fran or Arthur.

Clayo, who kneeled down, grabbed Gheheim's hand, where the genuine water flowed from the burn and his fingernails fell out.

Then he opened the circle.

A small circle surrounded only Clay and Gehaim shone like the sun. It was a bright light that could never be mistaken for fire.

"Ah…."

Fran peeped without realizing it.

I thought I was sufficiently surprised at the theater earlier, but even when I didn't use such a difficult magic, Clayo Asher's circle was amazing.

Even among many ether users, the brilliant light like that sun will stand out.

Clayo, unaware of Fran's surprise, focused only on magic and created a magical spell of healing and mitigation.

Then, he slowly recited the truth that he had thought of while carefully examining Gehaim.

"[The world is a stage,]

Everyone is just an actor!]3)”

'On stage, neither pain nor sadness is part of the play.'

It was a statement that did not match the contents of the magic ceremony, but Geheim's face, which listened to Clayo's statement, spread out smoothly.

The burn that swallowed the body stopped advancing, and one eye recovered the gun and the eyelids were heard.

"Gamehime Jingger. This is on the stage. Don't you think it's a place to wake up?"

"The stage..."

Clay supported Gheheim's head slightly.

Although it was a ruins, it still showed that it was in the middle of a magnificent amphitheater.

"This is an ancient theater. A place where human destiny and the tragedy of gods were reproduced. I thought I'd definitely stand one day....”

"There's no theater in the world that can put a murderer on the stage."

"The murderer?"

Gheim, who had been melting and shaking his eyelids that didn't even blink properly, experienced convulsions again.

"I, I, I, Lily Rose... Is Lily dead??”

"If you're a singer who's been mutilated, you're lucky to be alive. But-"

When he found out that Gehaim was in a state of conversation, Fran blushed in with anger.

"You bastard, how dare you pretend to be weak? There's more than one dead person. Flower boys, audience guides, stage assistants! You killed him! They've drained all the blood and damaged the bodies!"

"I... I... I... I... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Slap!

Fran slapped Gheheim on the cheek.

"I know you're not the only one with red eyes. But their red ether was different from you! What was left of the dead was your disgusting Ether! This red and dark one!”

Fran would be right. The eyeglasses of discrimination were a perfect tool for distinguishing ethers.

Arthur dissuaded Fran from hitting Gehime again, regardless of the melting skin sticking to his hand.

"Francis, that guy's definitely a killer. But I'm sure there's someone else behind this guy. Are you going to miss it? To relieve the injustice of the dead children, we need to listen to him now.”

Fran, who was shaking under Arthur's hand, soon lowered his arm.

Clayo spoke to Gehaim, who began to shed tears again in confusion and fear. It was a neutral tone without emotion.

"I know that red ether is not born with it. Do you remember what process you went through to have it?"

Gahim slowly caught his breath as if he were impressed by Clayo's calmness.

"Remember... Yes, I remember."

"Then tell me. This is your last performance, so you have to play the truth."

Clayo believed the killer's sincerity on stage. He was a fiery performer.

"The stage... That's right. I was always true on stage. Much more than my real life."

Geheim chose his voice as if he were on stage. He does his best on stage, even though he is melted and ugly, and no longer can sit on his own.

It was a common story.

A child born in a cold and barren border village has a dream after seeing a wandering troupe.

When I have to help my parents with tea farming, I run away from my parents' house and wander around big cities. But rather than becoming a singer or an actor, he works as a handyman for a theater company and plays only minor roles.

He was not registered as a resident after living at the bottom of the company.

Two years ago, no one was looking for him when he went missing in the eastern border city of Pesselln, which borders the Pintos Mountains.

"The carriage ran for a long time, tied up and blindfolded. By the time he came to his senses, he was already locked up in a cage-like cage of beasts."

In a congratulatory speech built on a deep deserted mountain, people were treated like beasts. The removal of waste and spraying of water were like animals.

Magicians, foreign-speaking people came and went, and the meal given was just a bowl of porridge every day.

Porridge tasted bitter and fishy. Even if I didn't try to eat, that's all I had, so I couldn't resist hunger.

"I saw it once when the blindfold came off, and it was black and red as if blood had been mixed in. I threw up everything I ate and held out for a few days, but I couldn't overcome my hunger... Hehe.

After eating it, most of them died. Only a few people survived, and until yesterday, when I tapped the wall, the person next to me, who had been answering, suddenly glowed like a beast.

I wrote down those who don't glow. If you listen to the sound carefully, they will soon be able to break the bars on their own. Then people came and took them out of the barn."

Geheim survived for a long time without any power or madness.

'This is a very strange experiment. He's not responding. He's not dying.’

Just record it and leave it there.’

Geheim has forgotten his original name.

Then one day, the sound of footsteps coming and going in front of the iron bars stopped.

A distant whisper was caught in my ear.

All he understood was broken words such as "the possibility of finding a new sample," "the prototype," and "the rest of the waste."

"Last night, they poured oil on it and burned everything. I died stuck in a cage. I remember being suffocated before the fire went crazy."

"And?"

"When I woke up from the ruins, I became what I am. The first herb lady I encountered took me home. I thought he'd be on guard because he's a monster, but he talked to me first."

"Hydra's poison worked differently than anyone else. I've developed a powerful 'attraction' skill and I've tried to recover my collapsed body from blood poisoning.’

The herbalist took care of him with all his heart and named him. He said he had a good voice and asked him to sing, and later gave him nozzat money to go to the city.

"Since then, I've known. I liked singing and acting. But sometimes I started to lose my memory started to disappear. One day, when I woke up, my bed sheet was all over with pus and blood, and I was fine.”

Geheim's voice became thinner.

"I thought it was because I was experimented in the mountains. I don't think I'm going to live much, so I don't collect my fortune, I don't have an exclusive contract."

"Didn't you think about looking for a background?"

"There were too few leads. Only once, a person named För, a user of a large aristocrat, appeared in a congratulatory speech. But I couldn't find him no matter how much I asked."

Clayo's brow was crumpled.

'That must be an alias. I wouldn't have let the guy who ordered such a cruel human experiment use his real name to tell you to do it.’

Fran added the question with a much stronger tone.

"You've never really realized what you're doing? Are you serious?"

"I just thought I had a nightmare. A man sucks a man's blood. I'm so immersed in the script that I'm just saying... I... I was killing people.”

Heim's words, crying all the time, sounded sincere.

"How on earth can I pay for the crime... No, it's impossible."

Arthur Fran was also feeling agitated.

With the brave but still young children in between, Clay turned on the judgment of propriety.

It was the rapid circulation of the ether to use this function.

[—Use Determining Appropriateness.

—You can determine whether the issue is true or false, and whether the element is appropriate.

*CAUTION: 95% of the body's ether is temporarily consumed when using the function.]

"Gameheim Jingger, is everything you've said true?"

"Yes. That's right… It's all true. I'm going to atonement... Somehow…."

[- The answer has been proved true by the Appropriateness Judgment.]

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....”

Now even strong magic could not preserve the body of Gheim, which collapsed into poison and burns.

Clayo did not let go of Gheim's hand struggling in the blood, as the duty of the man who had been testing him in doubt until the end.

The bare hands held Clayo's hands helplessly.

"Magician... I know it's a presumptuous request, but... One last time... Listen to the truth....”

Gheim, already half unconscious, was asking Clayo for mercy.

Clay was guilty regardless of his will, and he met the demands of those who were taken away from the stage of their lives.

A low voice rang on the stage of the subspace after resting from fatigue.

"The world is a stage.

Everyone's just an actor.

Each has his own appearance and exit.4)”

Ether seemed to calm down the singer's face, which had been distorted by pain, even though it was only a word that did not contain a single word.

Geheim's trembling eyelids stopped, and all of his strength holding Clayo's hand disappeared.

It was the moment when life escaped.

3) As You Like It, William Shakespeare.

4) As You Like It, William Shakespeare.

What will you do?

Gheheim's body, completely out of breath, crumbled without leaving a bone, like the body of Masu, and was scattered with red dust.

Only the bloodstains left on Clayo's knees and hands seemed to prove the existence of Geheim.

The three boys were silent for a moment.

Beyond the glasses, Fran's grey eyes blazed.

"What more do you know about this? You'll have to explain it properly."

Clayo, whose Ether was worn to the limit and was about to collapse, could not afford to answer Fran.

Blood rolled over the throat. I just clenched my teeth. Just looking at the message of "Promise" gave me a headache.

Arthur, who noticed Clayo's condition, quickly stepped up to Fran to help him.

"All I can tell you is that I've been attacked by those red-eyed people for the past half a year, and only recently did they stop."

After hearing Arthur's brief explanation, Fran held his chin tight as if he had suppressed his desire to run wild right away, and soon came to a conclusion.

"…then the man who tried to kill Gehaim, the man who conducted such a dirty experiment to make Hydra poison, may not be the only villain in the position that the chief magistrate or the commander of the Capital Defense Corps could capture.”

"Yes."

Arthur smiled bitterly.

Before the Chief Security Officer or the chief of the Capital Defense Corps would rather take the "background" than the "background," we should first determine whether he had colluded with the background.

Frank, quick-witted, opened his mouth as if to dig up what Arthur had swallowed, but the subspace began to be released even before he could spit out a syllable.

[Unique Skill: 'Frontline']

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:00:01 / 00:30:00]

The three had already fallen on the dusty toolway.

Without a moment to wake up, the top door opened roughly.

"Here! There are survivors!"

Sometimes I benefited from my trashy stamina.

As soon as police found him, Clayo was bleeding out in time.

At the scene of an unprecedented incident in which a singer was attacked by an opponent during the performance, it was the prince of the kingdom who held the right arm of the youngest Asher family, who was bleeding with a pale face, and the boy who held the left arm was the eldest son of the count.

In other words, their true selves are persecuted out of wedlock and blood-boiling left-wing boys, but that's what they look like.

"It's like a shitty social life, but it's good to gain.’

Police took Clayo and his party to school at Arthur's commanding request without asking for any testimony.

Fortunately, the three boys were able to wait in the infirmary to match the story, while the messenger, who was on duty, was away to wake up Jebedi.

Fran asked Arthur first.

"I'm sure the police don't have the ability to solve this case. The bodies will be handed over to the Capital Defense Institute, but can you dig something out with them?"

"No, from what I've seen, the ether level of those red-eyed people is temporary. After he died, he was just like an ordinary human body.”

Fran did not ask Arthur how he found out.

Rather, they reached a conclusion that went a few steps.

"Let's cover it up for now."

"Francis, there are times when you and I agree."

"Don't be silly. Listen carefully. There will be witnesses until you leap on the stage to save the soprano and Asher treats her. Wrap it up with the heroism of a Capital Defense student.”

Arthur nodded. Fran followed quickly and low.

"The police know I've been poking around the theater, so I'll tell them I've been wandering around looking for clues and jumping in after hearing the commotion. The three of us were blocking Gehaim, and suddenly an unidentified assailant attacked us and while Gehaim was fighting with them, we hid ourselves in the hallway."

"Then you won't be digging up Gheheim's whereabouts from us.”

"Yes, but I have so much to ask you, don't try to get out of it."

"Okay, from now on, let's try to be students of the magnificent and commendable Capital Defense Corps."

"Oh, my God, with this guy."

Fran agreed with Arthur while kicking his tongue. Normally, it was a futile combination, but when we did these things, we were in perfect harmony.

Ray, did you hear that? Then let's get it together."

With nothing to touch, Clay was sitting on the bed and nodding.

Soon after, Jebedi, who ran into the wind in his pajamas, made a fuss and treated the three boys.

The inspector, who was directly sent by Lundane's chief security officer to hear the testimony of the precious boys, had no choice but to wait for the boys to be treated.

Meanwhile, the eastern part of the sky began to light up.

It was a long night indeed.

***

Two weeks have passed since the incident happened.

To Isiel, Chelsea, and twins, Clayo gave the inside story.

The serial killings around the opera theater have completely stopped.

Police refused to acknowledge Gheheim's connection with previous murders, as they did when they refused to accept Fran's report.

Gheheim Zinger is wanted on charges of attempted murder against soprano Lily Rose.

It was a wanted one that could never be resolved.

After the hectic days, the three Fran and Arthur Clay had met in the absence of others for the first time since that day. Fran brought the subject out without saying hello.

"In the beginning, the police try to cover up the existence of serial murders. At first, I thought it was just a negligence to hide their incompetence, but now I suspect some sort of political pressure. Which way is it?"

"I'm going to look into it from now on. The prince is a prince, so he can push his head among those who think his blood is blue."

Clayo filled the missing piece.

"And the Capital Defense Unit will have to investigate."

Ma-su's by-products, which appeared in a thousand years, were recovered from the Capital Defense Unit's laboratory, except for man-made rocks.

The "new specimen" of the genome was probably Barg's blood.

"It wasn't hard to recruit one or two wizards to save the blood of the beast. If they had used the new sample to get Hydra's blood, they would no longer have to produce incomplete red-eyed assassins."

"Oh, by the way, I've been working as a trash bin for their experiments. It's awful."

After listening to Arthur's muttering, Clay once again injected the ether into the soundproof magic.

This was because although the Pran's room was located in a remote area where people did not come and go, he did not want to leave a single possibility.

After three weeks, Fran must have had enough time to think, too.

He asked point-blank.

"Are you a queen or a prince? Among the black-haired men."

"Does it make sense to tell them apart?"

"It means something. We'll figure out where to start."

"My answer will put you in danger. Fran, stop right there."

"Don't say that! I'm going to reveal the truth for the sake of those who died innocent!”

In a fit of anger, Fran hit the table.

Arthur, who was not at all agitated, responded with a calm expression as before.

"From your political point of view, the black-haired prince and I are only the ruling class of the old system that should eventually be overthrown. From here on out, it's my battlefield, and for you, it's just a dirty winter interest fight."

It was Fran who looked rather pale at Arthur's words.

"Francis Gabriel Hydeweit, Arthur Riorgnan, 'Speaking with faith.' I also want to publicize the unaccounted for truth, and I want to reveal the truth for those who died unjustly. I will do so as long as I can.

"Lionan..."

"But I have no clear evidence of Aslan's work, nor am I authorized to investigate it. This can't be accomplished in a day or two, and it can't be done in a year or two. So I'm sorry I can't ask you to believe me or wait.”

Fran moved back and forth from the table with a frightening look on her face. I could see how strong the jaw was when it popped up.

It was not long before Fran opened his mouth.

"…if I give you solid evidence, can you make them pay for it?"

"That's what I have to do, and that's what I have to do. But you have the ideal you're pursuing. You don't have to go back your way because of me.”

Fran was a very bright boy.

"It's my goal to get rid of them, whether they're dogs or his mother. You should also try to establish a republic as you are,' he said.

I can't believe I was told by a member of the royal family to continue pursuing revolutionary ideals, and the boy gave a wind-dropping laugh.

"You said the third prince of the Kingdom of Albion was cursed and completely insane.”

"Hahaha. Well, I hear that often."

Arthur smiled with his mouth open.

"I'm not afraid of the possibility of going through the same fate as the royal family of the Carolingian Kingdom."

"Don't you think we should accept that kind of ending if it's what the Fitch wants? It's the result of the kings' rule. 'Everything in the world demands a price.'If you think that the principle can avoid only royalty, it's a naive conclusion.'

Fran stopped at a busy pace and stared straight at Arthur. Arthur never shied away from Fran's eyes.

I could tell without turning on "Tardiness."

At that moment, something moved.

[-Increases user narrative intervention.

Cumulative ratio: 29.7%]

"Huh, it's going up just by looking at it? And narrative intervention?’

Clayo, who was conducting a third round of the anti-corruption law school, thought, killing as much as he could to avoid interrupting the two.

'It's kind of like a magnificent narration coming to mind....’

'Promise' received a name from the muse of history.

Watching the progress of the narrative, which will be named after history, may also be part of one's duty.

Finding a connection between separate events and pointing out a point in the past as the cause of a future point in time, simply giving a chronological order to a series of events, is a task unique to history.

"If the electricity to Arthur is used in the future, this scene will be considered quite importantly.’

Arthur was a reader of the trend of the times.

It may be instinctively understanding that the future that the world will reach does not belong to kings and empires.

Although history is not linear, there is definitely an irreversible point in every chronicle.

He would be a great king, but I had a premonition that he would not be a king of the eternal dynasty.

"The 1890s is not a good time to raise the name of the dynasty. This story may be natural because it refers to the original world, but even if magic heals wounds and prosecutors blow swords stronger than shells, they don't make conditions for the monarchy to continue.'

Why did the author come up with the story of the prince's war surrounding the throne against the backdrop of such a period?

While Clayo was lost in thought, the two boys also remained silent.

Then, Fran declared, scattering a long silence.

"I don't support you. I'm just trying to temporarily help because I think revealing the truth is more important than keeping my beliefs. 'Speak with faith' I'll bring you clear evidence of their sins. There is definitely evidence that only shows up when you dig up dirt, bury your colleagues, and follow the railway line, not in society.”

Whether it was an experiment or anything, it was human work. Unless you kill and destroy all the workers and merchants you have traded, there will be evidence.

'It's because the process is hard....’

Fran's meaning seemed determined. Rather, Arthur tried to dissuade Fran.

"Francis, you already have other responsibilities.”

"The flag is no longer on me. I got more attention than I needed to, and now it's time to go underground."

“!!!”

"But the remaining colleagues will help us investigate the victims of the powerless and poor. The aristocrats tell the packers that don't treat people that they have eyes and ears."

Fran's words were half a mixture of resignation and relief. The comrade to be saved would have saved his life, and everything to be destroyed would have been destroyed. on behalf of those who have already gone

"I don't know if I deserve your faith, Francis, but I'll do my best.”

Arthur has become a very serious face.

He then gave an example to a higher-ranking opponent in accordance with the article's etiquette of the article.

His right hand on his heart and kneeling on one knee seemed to be an oath.

Even on a cloudy winter day, Arthur's dark golden hair shone like a halo.

Even Fran stopped moving for a while.

Some shapes and moments are sometimes persuasive beyond reason.

That was Arthur's power.