The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

next day

Before the final exam, there was Professor Maria Gentile's Magic Foundation II class.

It was a lecture that summarizes the contents of the class for a semester.

Unlike Jebedi, who pushes students to the cliff and then climbs up, Maria explained the point in detail to make it easier to understand.

Jebedy was a typical genius and a human being.

His lecture was hard to understand. It was because when I was a student, I skipped a small stage of learning and achieved the results right away, and most of the time, as a professor, I skipped the details and explained the results only.

On the other hand, Maria's lecture was easy to understand. The reason seemed to be that she was a atmospheric chronic plastic surgery worker in her 50s, and that her specialty was building reinforcement and defense, where integrity was important.

Clayo looked at Maria's lecture book, which he had put with his tongs every year to insert new pages.

As evidence of his sincere personality, the lecture book was full of examples and anecdotes that help him understand the concept as well as the theory of magic.

"Thanks to you, it's easy for even the brainy students to follow the lecture. Isn't magic actually a practical study? It's the fault of Jebbedy, who's telling you the hard way. Oh, a type like Professor Maria is good at writing his own major and popular books.'

Thinking that one day, if I publish that lecture book, I might become a bestseller, Clayo had an appetite, thinking that he might become a professional disease.

Professor Maria, who had written important notes in good looking handwriting, finished the class five minutes earlier when she saw the children write down all the contents.

"Well, that's it for the class. The Magic Foundation II written test is next Monday, and the practical test is Friday. The order of the practical tests has been notified on the bulletin board, so please check it."

"Yes!"

"Thank you!"

As there were many royal events at the end of the year, Arthur, who was busy, went to the royal castle with a bamboo shoot.

The honor student, Isiel, carried notes and books and disappeared into the library. These days, assassins don't have to follow Arthur everywhere like before Isiel.

Amid the burning atmosphere of school district fever, only Chelsea and Clayo remained and went to lunch together.

Today's menu was braised brandard gratin with mashed potatoes and mashed cream and herbs in salt cod, and winter spinach sote.

The wine with it was bright lemon light, with the acidity without sweetness, and the scent of apples, peaches, and herbs.

"It's a shockingly good fit with Brandard Gratin. It starts with the acid, but the end is rich as butter. Ha!'

Brandad was a salted codfish, mashed with cream, potatoes and herbs.

Without a word of mouth, a mouthful of Brandard and a sip of wine were passed, and Clayo, who focused on food, stabbed him.

"If you keep this up, swordsmanship will only pass the failing mark. Are you okay? Why don't you stop drinking and swing a practice sword?"

"I've tasted it, and now you want me to stop drinking."

Chell, who tilted his cup lightly, showed a high degree of skill in matching the type of wine only by tasting it.

"Well, Tolitum Glycini. It's pretty good for a school restaurant. Maybe it's because it's the end of the year."

Indeed, it was a comment that was like a child of the hotel king as well as a member of Carolingian's gugwi family. In Clayo's opinion, it was too delicious a wine to be so bland.

"As far as alcohol is concerned, I'll have to buy some bottles, too.”

Clayo drank all the wine he had picked up from home. Now he just started to place orders in the liquor store.

Clayo liked to make money rather than spend money, but he spent his liquor freely. Perhaps thanks to the grace of the muse, it was fortunate that it was a generous society for drinking.

"It's all right with 1879... No, alcohol isn't the problem right now. Do you want me to take a look at the basic posture of swordsmanship this afternoon. The score is so. The 3rd place is too much. You said you wouldn't go to the army."

"It's you who don't know anything. I'm in the magic class, so I don't have to go around the parade ground with you guys next year. I've already found out that you're only going to be exempt from the list."

"Ha, even with the former Security Guard regulations, this kind of hair goes around like a ghost."

Clayo, who smiled faintly, filled the cup with only enough alcohol in the carafe.

Starting in the second grade, the scores for each subject have changed from the first grade.

The magic class has increased the number of points to 100 for the magic gun theory and 150 for the magic practice.

The common subjects were 50 points in classical music and 50 points in history, and I still took them with the children in the examination class.

The remaining 50 points were allocated 25 points per subject, so the elective subjects could be selected.

The elective subjects included military science, mathematics, and geometry, while modern foreign languages such as Bruneen, modern foreign languages carolinger, and geography, which had a wide range of choices.

"I don't think it'll be a problem because I have the highest major score when I graduate.”

"Honey, Lord Clayo. So you're the magic elite? Oh, I pushed the nose of the deputy head of the Capital Defense Corps, who came to restart the outside world.He's very confident."

"Chelle, you always mention his name when you want to cover my mouth."

"It's because you're shaking a hundred times. You're a good provocation. I heard you even made a bet with Sergey."

"When did you hear that again?"

"There's no one in the school who doesn't know the news. Ezra Sergev is a legendary lunatic. Everyone's excited from behind. He even put money on it."

"Legendary lunatic. Your nickname is amazing. It looks extraordinary, though."

The behind-the-scenes story that Rachel told at a quiet school restaurant was beyond imagination.

"What happened to those gray hair and ivory-colored eyes is the aftereffects of a 19-year-old magic experiment. I was in a coma for four months when the ether was broken and stuck, and the color of my whole body disappeared and I couldn't increase my ether sensitivity anymore."

"What?"

Ezra Sergey was a promising wizard who rose to level 4 at the age of 19 when she attended the Capital Defense University.

However, he lacked common sense, but he was full of exploration and action, which was a headache for Jebedy.

He was a wizard who was more unusual than Clayo, who used attack magic.

He is not interested in the defense of healing, and he was only passionate about reproducing legendary fantasy creatures.

'I didn't think that level rabbit came out for nothing. Uh-huh.'

"Before the accident, I was trying to make a chimera and teasing my classmates. The last thing he did after all kinds of accidents was the experiment."

"How did you think to touch the ether in your body? No, a magician can't use magic that applies to his body in the first place.”

"That's why I made a huge pile of national treasures. There was a huge Mana Stone Sulwhate bowl that had been handed down from generation to generation, and they tried to magically reconstruct it instead of the original ether."

"So that magic wasn't banned in the royal court? All this detailed information goes around?"

"There was only one mana stone plaster on the continent that size and nothing to do. It's said that Leonid II was a jewel to the founder of the Sergei family who caught Griffin."

"So he's achieved level six by breaking down the family tree? Ether was strong and talented, but he would have gone to level 6 just like everyone else. No, maybe more than that....”

"Everyone was sad about it, but he didn't care about it. The goal wasn't to raise the ether level.”

"Then?"

"I heard you tried to make a Griffin after you put the bowl inside your body. There was a legend that the Mana Stone Sulwhose bowl received Griffin's blood."

"Wow… really…."

"That's crazy. It's probably the biggest problem the Capital Defense School has had in nearly 30 years."

"I heard you dropped out. Did this school produce you?"

"Who says you drop out?"

"…yourself."

"Do you believe that? I woke up in a coma when I was 19, and Professor Jebedi refused to teach him more, so I went straight into the Water Defense Corps wizard after completion. Since then, I've been making rapid promotions in all sorts of bad places."

At this point, Clay knew a little bit about the way this world was going.

Wizards who went directly to the field were generally higher in rank than desk bites that only research in the Capital Defense Corps.

I heard that there are many opportunities to play as the risk is great. However, it was usually done by low-level wizards as ordinary people.

"I heard that the higher the level, the more precious the bodies are, so there are many older research wizards....’

"The magician ran on the scene himself. I didn't think he would do it with a noble spirit of sacrifice."

"Yes, he's just a guy who enjoys the case as long as it's about Ether. I've traveled all over the country looking for ingredients to make chimera."

"If Sijo was Leonid I's credit, it would be a great family, and you would let him go around like that's all.

"The Sergei family is the largest marble mountain resort on the continent, so it's a well-established place with all its wealth and status, but what's the matter? My fourth son, who has a strange head in the house, has both hands and feet long ago.”

Clayo, who took the last bite of Brandard Gratin, was in serious trouble.

Was it a wise choice to pick him out of the line with the Water Defense Magic? Wouldn't it be better to find another wizard now?’

***

The final exam schedule was progressed step by step.

The magic test didn't have to be helped by Behemoth. Magic and usage were easy as pie.

The history subject seemed to have been tested properly this time, not falling into the trap of common sense.

And finally Friday came.

The behemoth twirled around Clayo, which buttoned the Cape Court.

There is no such thing as a clown. We need to light up the surroundings like at the Festival of Lights and spray them with jeweled snowflakes?"

The Festival of Lights was the last week of December, a holiday in Albion before the New Year.

Four days later in the winter solstice, the sun of spring was considered to be the day of the resurrection, so each house lit up all night, and the streets were the most dazzling of the year.

"Well, that's what we'really. I thought it would be okay if I could use Ezra for one thing."

"Ezra is a really crazy guy. Is it worth it? The main grave is very skeptical. Is that all? There's a knight, a prince and a knight in the audience, and you want to do that in front of him?"

Clayo was not unthinkable either. His magical powers had already drawn all the attention and attention of the world.

No magic can stop footless words.

"If you show too weak magic, you'll be suspected of hiding your power, and I want to avoid showing you the type of attack magic, but it's perfect.’

Rather, Ezra's suggestion made it possible to choose moderately harmless yet powerful magic.

With his coat buttoned and his collar covered with a water shield, Clay took out the Mana Stone Snow Quartz ring from his pocket.

The ring made of mana stone cut from a barrel, was heavy. On the polished side, transparent crystals were seen shining like snowflakes.

Inside the ring was an ornamental capitalization that seemed to be of the Sergev family.

"If it's a magic made up of such a great mana stone ring, it's thanks to the mana stone. It's going to be a lot of talk, and there's a good chance that the discussion will go away.’

Deng-Deng-

There was a bell ringing at 11 a.m.

Clayo, who even had gloves on and picked up the wand on the desk, said.

"Shall we get out of here we go.”

"I want to know what you're doing to see your tricks in this cold weather."

"You're cold, and you're bluffing."

The behemoth, which has become softer and softer because it is winter, didn't look cold at all.

Furthermore, it was Behemoth who first insisted that he should see the achievement of the Bulcho disciple because he taught him double rash.

'I'm not being honest anyway.’

Opening the bedroom door and front door to the majestic mausoleum, Clay left the dormitory.

The training ground was crowded with visitors and parents.

Under the observatory tent, there were assistants in the magic class who were restarting their magic.

Perhaps because there were so many things to prepare, the faces of the assistant and the faculty looked more tired than the students who were taking the final exam.

It was worth it.

There's a VIP.’

There was a long way to go before the final of the inspection team, the highlight of the final at the Royal College of Water Defense, but the observatory was almost full.

"Look, there's Lord Chancellor Ronald Funibal and that cop, Earl Ramsdale. Aren't they pretty big guys? Is there anything you can do?

I could see Dionne waving slightly behind the totally unfamiliar faces.

When I turned on "Late" because I felt like I was chewing something, I was only saying, "Good job."

Before I knew it, Behemoth was sitting on Dionne's lap and eating a canape. He grumbled and seemed all set to watch the show.

Looking around the training ground, Ezra, on the other side of the observatory, held her hand on her waist and looked excited.

Around him, his party huddled together to talk about what they had to say.

To be exact, Ezra seemed to be hearing one-sided criticism.

"What did you do to a kid like that?’

"What kind of experiment is that? Wasn't it enough that you did it to yourself?’

Sir, if you hurt Baron Asher's second son, there's a problem with the marble trade....’

It was the same story.

Clayo's lips glided up as he listened to the words "Late."

'Well... everybody thinks I'm going to fail.’

Then it would be a bit of entertainment to betray expectations.

"Next up, freshman wizard, Clayo Asher. Enter the test site."

After hearing the assistant's call, Clayo stepped into the middle of the test site, feeling the eyes of the visitors were all drawn down.