The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Clayo, who turned on "Tardiness" to look at the examination room and the grading table, drooled.

'It's hard to fight Pierce and Arthur. Aren't you going to lose all your money?'

Arthur, of course, stopped hiding some power, and it was good to show some ability now that not only his enemies but also his supporters were in the stands.

But it was risky to face Pierce when Aslan's intentions were unknown.

You're not trying to catch him in this big-eyed place, are you?’

The possibilities are open.

There was no one to blame the head of the Capital Defense Corps, the first contributor to the "Rose Rebellion," for injuring the youngest prince of Korea and the U.S.

What if Arthur was injured in an inevitable "accident" during the practice? What if he was sent back to the weakened man?

Clayo's mouth was parched with tension.

'In the last manuscript, Pierce loses to Arthur, but... That was after Arthur reached level 8. No genius can surpass the level 3 gap. I'm going crazy.'

The magic spell went out.

Clayo, who had a circle to focus on Pierce and Arthur's fight, stood up and stood close to the window. The back of my hand was white because I grabbed the window frame.

"If you think something's going to go wrong, you can use the editor's authority right away.’

We cannot afford to face the world's demise while taking the final exam.

Dionne, who noticed the unexpected event, came to Clayo.

She tried to loosen the stiffness by lightly sweeping the back of Clayo's hand with prominent bones and tendons.

"What's happening now?”

"Sir Pierce and Arthur must be fighting. It's like Prince Aslan's plan."

"Oh, it's a big deal. I don't think he'll have a jaw to teach Arthur nicely."

"I'm going to watch and then try to intervene if I think there's going to be a problem."

"I guess that's the only way. It's too late to stop."

Dionne drew up the opera glasses and sighed lightly.

Before I knew it, Pierce Klagen was entering the middle of the test site.

Arthur, who had been walking away after the exam, smiled awkwardly and returned to the test site.

It was fortunate that his sword was not a practice sword but a Begg sword.

Dionne also recognized Arthur's sword.

"Oh, before I knew it, the prince changed his sword?"

Looking at what happened in English, I saw Isiel gasping in the direction of the dormitory.

She was also wearing a red melamide sword instead of a practice sword. The next cell collected the remaining practice sword.

"I think Isiel used his hand when he saw things go wrong."

"Kission Young-ae is really bright. If you fight against the Sword Master with a practice sword, you'll break your weapon."

"Yes…."

Usually, if a sword is broken during a battle, it is considered a victory and is withdrawn, but it was questionable whether Pierce would abide by such rules.

The chief engineer, who entered the center of the test site with a sword, raised his spirits from the beginning.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Huge amounts of ethers began to young around Pierce. He was one of only four level Sword Masters in the Kingdom of Albion.

As a knight-in-chief showed off his excessive power against a young student, there was a shallow buzz among the visitors.

Of course, it only hummed and never developed into criticism or intervention.

No one could openly express their antipathy to the Union of the Knights of the Capital Defense Corps and the orthodox Second Prince.

"With that level of ability and position, a man may seek face and honor, but Sir Pierce is consistently after the world."

"It's not necessarily proportional to ability and personality."

"That's true, but it's amazing how embarrassing he is. He is single and doesn't have children to inherit power, nor does he live for thousands of years. Come on."

"That's why he could have cut off one king and stabbed the former knight."

"And this time you've turned completely to Prince Aslan. have a fair chance of winning I guess we're going here."

In Pierce's eyes, of course, it will not be an option, and Melchior, whose crown-setting process is unclear, will not be free from legitimacy issues by his standards of emphasis on authority.

Even in this cold weather, assistant Calvin picked up a harness while wiping his sweaty forehead.

"Road Pierce, the head of the Capital Defense Corps, will give a demonstration to finalist Arthur Riorgnan."

A golden string came up over Pierce's head facing Arthur. Clayo was surprised to read the message 'Promise'.

[8 Level Examination]

Title: □□□□□□□ Article

*The title has been forgotten due to the prohibition of the covenant.]

It was the first message I saw.

'There's not enough narrative intervention, so it's not invisible, it's not a mistake, it's completely forgotten?'

This was certainly a matter of the covenant.

'It was his title to forget that Pierce broke his covenant.'

Like the level, I heard that the title of a senior engineer or wizard is posted only to the owner himself.

However, the title is not a complete secret, so a high-level wizard or knight can know the title of an opponent who moves a large amount of ether.

However, Pierce's title was not included in the list of names of the Capital Defense Corps knights read by Clayo.

"I thought he didn't publish it because he was so misguided..’

In the midst of this urgency, Clayo also thought he was lucky not to do such a thing.

At that time, "Late" carried a conversation to and from the test site.

"Then, please take good care of my valuable teaching."

Even if he was dragged, Pierce laughed in front of Arthur, who set an example for his counterpart.

"It will be a good experience for you."

The tone was rude, but it was more insulting because it had the appearance of respect.

If you treat Arthur as a teacher, you should omit the title in accordance with the rules of the Capital Defense School, but Pierce did not.

He announced that he is the ally of the second prince, who is seated upright in the front row of the observatory.

Arthur was used to insults and tribulations. It caused no stir in him.

The boy's quiet gaze passed Pierce to Aslan.

The directness arouses the anger of the second prince.

Fascinating

The armrest of the chair broke under Aslan's unconscious ether.

He felt a sense of repeating that day six years ago.

a king's forest

a test site for a student sword contest

The third prince to enter the world for the first time.

The voices of those who used to recite Leonid I's name.

A boy who took attention and admiration instead of Aslan, who attended the event as the most orthodox prince, made an early achievement without knowing blood and pain.

The child faced Aslan with vivid turquoise eyes.

It was an unforgettable sight in my dream.

There have been two deprivation of Aslan Rignan's life.

The first was by Melchior and the second by Arthur.

For Aslan, brothers were not meant to be friends. It's just a punishment imposed on his fate.

The things that made him a castle were bandits who took the glory he deserved without permission, and they were like obstacles in the shape of man.

Piaad-

Sensing Aslan's discomfort, Pierce threw out a massive sword of power without any compunction.

It was easy for him at level eight to operate as if he was breathing.

The gray-brown sword shot out three times in a row, and Arthur had no choice but to quickly avoid the body.

Boom!

Pace!

Cuwaaaaah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

The floor of the training ground was flattened in the deafening sound of explosion.

If you are an eight-level sod master, the maximum range of the sword is 1km.

Even if it is shameful, Pierce is an eight-level knight with his own color in color. It was a strictly controlled attack.

Nevertheless, it was enough to frighten people.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The assistants urgently conducted a law school in front of the audience, and the faculty evacuated the remaining onlookers.

Unknowingly, Clay was suspicious of his eyes.

It was the first time in this world to actually see the Circle of Advancement.

The long-sword in the hand of the light-moving Pierce looked weightless.

The two-handled sod "Rimney's Sword," which narrows as the black mana stone onyx stuck in the foamel and went to the edge of the knife, is a tribute to King Philippe, and the sword master's sword has endured as strong as its majesty.

Before the dust settled, Pierce again fired three years at Arthur, who was invisible.

Oh, my God!

Boom boom!

It was surreal to see a sword that was as clear as steel to live on the training ground that was always running, and a lightning bolt out of the sword.

What is that, how can that be possible?’

There was no time to be surprised.

Clayo made a sharp adjustment to "late" and tracked Arthur down.

Arthur was ready to fight back in the confusion caused by Pierce's attack.

He was a hero who never broke.

'Nothing's going on yet. Arthur's fine.’

Editing a passage containing Arthur intensified the manuscript's deterioration, so it was impossible to intervene recklessly.

This means that we cannot bring down the upright prince from that confrontation right away. But if he breaks while holding on straight, he will revive him once and twice.

"I'm going to take out Pierce's wagon wheels and change it so that the confrontation itself doesn't happen! Better twist than ruin the world, damn it!'

Snowflakes were fluttering from the greyed-out sky.

Unlike the snow that Clayo created, it was a cold and cold sleet.

Pierce pulled his mouth up meanly under his mustache.

"That's a good attitude to not give up.”

"It's a real honor, as you say, to have lost sight of Sir Pierce's reputation."

"I'm glad you know."

Arthur, too, did not treat Pierce as a teacher, because he was not a teacher.

Dirty with dust, Arthur grabbed Begg's sword tightly and pulled Ether up hard.

Arthur was also a prosecutor, though he was below level 8. The golden ether rippled brightly around him.

The boy's face was calm.

On the contrary, Clay Oman's liver fell asleep while watching.

'Well, that win-win. Oh....’

Tatatat!

The ether set the ground on a bridge with great strength. The floor dug and pushed the snow out.

The long-time training made the body sleek without unnecessary corners, overcoming Ether's subordinates.

Shortly after the two were crossed in the middle of the training ground, Arthur, who cleverly escaped the sword from being entangled, took the weapon and spread the maximum sword to the back.

Swoosh!

Hurry up!

Pierce was a master of fighting with the same prosecutors.

Arthur's sword was far above the level of the five-level test he knew, so the calculation of the interval between resignations was slightly wrong.

The sleeve collar of the captain's uniform of the Capital Defense Corps was cut off. A slight scratch was drawn under the sleeve a beat later.

Only a drop of blood formed, but Pierce could not tolerate the fact that he had opened a gap to a young student.

"Ha!"

Pierce's face, which was only relaxed, trembled.

Boom boom.

A dark grayish-brown ether began to envelop Pierce in a ferocious spirit.

Arthur exhaled a handful of blood to the floor while picking his breath with his back trembling.

The boy had to pull up the ether so that he could twist his stomach to cut off only one sleeve collar.

It was then.

Pierce's new model split into two and appeared simultaneously in front and back of Arthur.

'Promise' flashed and shone.

[Common Skill: 'Differentiation'

- Create a clone with the same ability as you.]

I'much-

Even the sound followed Pierce's sword one step later. In a completely different form, the attack began simultaneously in front and back.

Chae Kang!

Chae Chae Chaeng!

Arthur lowered his body and swung the sword wide to prevent attacks from the front and the back, but it was not enough.

There were two sets of fire, but six black attacks flooded Arthur.

Despite the strengthening of the ether, the boy's back and chest were instantly stained with blood.

It's like I'm in a knife-edged prison.

As soon as Clayo tried to invoke Editorial Authority, the words "Promise" were scattered again before his eyes again.

[Common Skill: 'True of Habitability'

- spot a light-facing sword in the darkest isolation.]

Key it-

Phantom, true sword, and two swords were woven together, making a strong cry as if freezing the soul.

Among the meticulous attacks made by Pierce Klagen, the boy took one more step.

Begg's sword shone with brilliant golden light, brightening like a judge.

As soon as everyone watching the training ground turned white, Arthur's public skills were activated.

It was just a blow that Arthur was able to throw with bloodstained tears and wounds.

Ewwow!

One of the Sword Master's alter ego disappeared under Arthur's sword.

"How…!"

a veritable truth

It is a common skill given only to a truly fearless knight, and in this era, the only person who could use it was the dying Duke of Tristane.

Pierce lost control and re-created three different versions.

The boy, who was vomiting blood with his sword, did not even close his eyes until four swords wrapped in gray ether pierced his heart.

a farewell

As soon as Clayo tried to invoke Editorial Authority,

Whoo! Whoooo-ah-ah-ah- Whoo-ah!

In the midst of the roar, a bright red ether twirled around the boy.

Rosa's gray hair flew furiously in the cold snowstorm.

One Rosa enveloped Arthur, and the other Rosa defeated Pierce's three bodies.

He cut out the chaff, pushed the blade through the ribs, and stabbed the neck.

The three Pierce quickly disappeared into the gray ether.

It was an unbelievable speed even when I saw it with my eyes.

Cell caught Isiel, who was trying to jump in to protect his master, even though his life would be in danger if he intervened in the fight against Swordmaster.

Rosa made a stir as the bright red ether overwhelmed the winter.

"Pierce, how far are you going to go down?"

It was the first time in 27 years that Rosa wrote a plain word to Pierce. The original tone popped out in an urgent situation.

Pierce, who was beaten to death by her, grimaced her face, not a drop of sweat.

"What are you saying now? Uh-huh."

Pierce hurriedly wrapped his left hand around his head without holding a sword. A headache as if he had been electrocuted by an electrode poked his brain.

"You were not a mean man enough to persecute a child in those days. Why are you so...!”

Pierce felt a strange sense of oddity.

At this very moment, she is innocent. This place seemed to have had an incident in the past that put a sword into itself to protect young people.

The last emotion was anger.

He couldn't take his eyes off Rosa Fehite, that old, dreary knight.

But Rosa had no personal connection with Pierce herself. Because she was just the head of a convention who lost her seat after misreading the times.

Pierce ignored the confusion of emotion. The memory of the war-war war was heated like a fire in my head, but I pretended to be calm without showing my face.

"Professor Rosa, I won't blame you for your rudeness. I was also a bit rough-handed, so I thought it was for my students."

“…….”

"But how can I be a knight of the kingdom if I make such a fuss to the extent of the scars of the sheath?" You have too much protection."

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Pierce, who raised Ether and dropped Arthur's blood from the sword, put the sword into a sheath.

The boy's wounds were not shallow as Pierce said. With her lips tightly closed, Rosa stared at Pierce with only one eye left.

Arthur, who was wrapped in her arms, could tell that Rosa was controlling her anger, though she did not shake a breath.

"Professor. Hold on, please."

Arthur, who became a wreck, stepped out of Rosa's arm and stood on his two feet.

The boy standing between the two sodmasters wiped away the torn eyes and said,

"I thank you, Ser Pierce. It was a good lesson.”

Then he made a face close to laughter.

At first glance, it was an ideal finish.

The battle ended as the three princes, who did not know the subject, were taught a lesson by the knights.

As expected, the Sword Master Pierce overwhelmed the three princes, but what happened on this day did not give him any joy.

Pierce glanced at the spectators.

The spot that had been tight was sparsely missing, and the front row, which Aslan took, was also empty.

I didn't have to spend any more time on such a trifle.

Pierce said.

"Well, I'll see you again, Your Highness the Third Prince. I hope you work hard in math."

Whaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Snow flared up.

Pierce turned to the attendant who was waiting with his cape.

Arthur, who remained upright until he disappeared, collapsed like a broken doll.

Isiel was the first to fly at Arthur.

After hearing the news belatedly, Jebedi hurriedly moved, and Clayo was running out of breath.

It was a day of constant snowstorm.

***

A week later, the graduation ceremony was held with the end of the second semester.

The snow that began to fall on the day of the final exam did not stop until the graduation ceremony.

Some students who have yet to return home due to the unusually heavy snow paralyzed traffic in central Albion stayed in their dormitories and came out to drink with pubs in the city.

Among the students were Arthur, Chelsea, Clayo and Fran.

Lundane, whose festival of light is just around the corner, had a lively atmosphere as well as the east and west of the river. Drunks sang on snowy roads and shops lit up until late.

As expected, at the corner table of the loud pubs, Rachel pretended to be and held her arms and touched her.

"Hey, just sit down and drink whatever you bring me. Don't be so red that you can'

Arthur, who was trying to stand up, stretched out his long legs and blocked him, was no different from the wallpapers around him.

"Hey! What's the escort? You just came out for a drink.”

"How can I let you go alone when Isiel called in to the authorities?"

Snow had piled up in Lundane, and, of course, there was an avalanche in the land of Kishion.

Isiel hurried back to the estate to help his father.

Although there was a boy named 'formal heir', Schliemann Kishion always treated Isiel as his successor.

Since Isiel was young, he has discussed the great events of the land, and when there were disasters and disasters, he was asked to take care of the people.

Arthur was going to stay in his school dormitory for a few more days until he fully recovered.

Pierce's trauma was caused by Sword Master's sword, and Jebedi's healing magic did not heal at once. To make matters worse, I was upset because of the depletion of ether.

Arthur kept his seat for the next three days. The dean clicked his tongue, saying, "He was a strong man with strong bones."

Angelium twins also returned to the land early on, so Chell, whose capital is based, replaced Isiel.

Of course, Arthur shouted, "It's too much of a worry."

"Now the assassin doesn't knock on the door every midnight snack!"

"There must be a lot of guys who want to stab you, except you. Only Las Abel saw her face at the graduation ceremony today. Even after receiving the certificate of seniority, my face was red with anger because I was so angry that I had to graduate losing to you."

"What, now you're a veteran of the Order of the Capital Defense, and you're not going to do anything disgraceful to stab a student.”

"Do you know the honor of the great men in the Knights? "The leader is a son of a dog who even uses the deformation skill against his students."

"You're going to be in the mandatory military service when you graduate, but that's too much."

Chell chewed Arthur's words and snatched only the glass from Clayo's hand, which came close with two black beer pints.

"Oh, it's overflowing. Ray, give me that."

"There are so many people."

"Yeah. What kind of conversation are we having in this noisy place?"

Fran, who followed Clayo, put down two pints of ale on the table with an opaque look.

Arthur quickly picked one of them up.

"Thank you, Fran!"

"I just listened. I know I bought it."

"He has a lot of money, so tell him to buy him a drink."

"I'm not getting my pension to pay for your drink."

"Good is good. Or let's just say it's a celebration of the best magical performance."

"That's not a big deal. The comprehensive class is 10th anyway."

Except for Arthur Swordsman, most of them barely passed the failing mark, so there was nothing to count, but Clayo also retreated from the first semester.

The higher difficulty of the swordsmanship was also a problem, and the passing of the midterm exam to the average was also affected.

Of course, it didn't matter for Clayo, who no longer had money on his grades.

The exemption from compulsory military service is based on the rank after completing all the subjects of practice in the fourth grade, so you don't have to worry about it now.

Rather, the biggest concern right now was the safety of Fran, who took an indefinite leave of absence from school.

Chell and Arthur, who were quarreling, went out to the bathroom, and Chelsea finally followed and left.

'Will you follow me to the bathroom?'

'There's nothing I can't do. Our little prince can cover up a place and run wild.'

Hey!

In the meantime, Clayo took out what he wanted to say.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, thanks to you."

Fran, who had laid down his position as the head of the Scholar branch of "The Flag," had no reason to attend the Capital Defense College anymore.

Clayo wrote down everything he saw in his 1793 diary of the king's library, including the site of Ezra's iron handwriting, a material that made Hydra's poison, and handed it to Fran only.

'If I were to pick one person who would never abuse it in this manuscript, it's him.’

After collecting the data, Fran decided to dig up the red ether and the background of the human experiment and decided to leave for the city of Pessellen as soon as his eyes stopped.

The city of Pessellen, on the eastern border, was the place where the dead opera singer Gehaim Jingger said he had been kidnapped.

Fran said there were members who could be reached.

"If you need anything, please don't hesitate to contact me in the mailbox. It's very important to me, too.

"Yes, Asher, you can spend some money."

"Yeah. So don't worry about the money. Save your trouble, and spend your money on things that are solved by spending money. Never do anything dangerous."

"I know it's for me, but why does it sound so bad when you say it?"

"Well, in your way, you think you've made capital out of the people?"

"Ha, my dear."

Fran, who seemed to have a short mouth, unexpectedly emptied the pint.

Clayo also poured out all the glasses along the fran.

The high-intensity black beer began to circulate through the veins, and the steam rose. My hands and feet were less cold, and my tongue worked better.

"Fran, I know you're the son of a capitalist and a conservative who's hanging on to the imaginary new kingdom, but I'm not all against you."

Fran, holding an empty glass, squinted her eyes.

He looked like he had never imagined it would come out of Clayo's mouth.

"I like her expression because it's easy to understand.’

"One day, there may be a time when republicanism is the world's main identity. But it will be hard to take root in Albion right now. We had Absalom I and Thomas, the King of Understanding, and now we have the House of Lords and the House of Commons."

No matter how small it was, the pot that opened its hole wouldn't explode. Fran will know that better than Clay.

"I know the three-way system is never a complete solution. But this land can't be the Carolingian Republic or the Crown Prince of Crater. Our revolution isn't red, but I don't think it's bad. Their red flag is stained with blood. Is that the only way forward? Isn't slow walking a step?"

"…you say the same thing as Robert.”

Robert, who went through the great purges of Carolingian dictator Victor Morro, would have naturally distanced himself from radicalism.

"In fact, I think the possibility of a bloody revolution like Carolingian is very low in this country. And I think that's a relief. I don't want a history that demands life."

"Just by looking at it, the author created the Kingdom of Albion, modeled after a country that didn't have a revolution in modern times. Fran, I'm telling you, your path has opened... Just work hard on organizing the union.’

It was impossible to say to Fran, but Clayo's real intention was that republicanism, there was nothing good about it.

'The National Socialist Workers' Party was also a party that took power through elections!'

In his second year of undergraduate studies, Clayo looked blurry as he recalled the contents of the subtext of modern European history, which was vague even when he looked back through "Memory."

'And besides, the world's progress is good... Please understand that as long as I live here as possible, nothing will happen.’

This is why people say that if they buy land, they become conservative.

Fran, who had been thinking for a long time, opened her mouth like a horse to herself.

"You're a guy who lives with ideas.”

"I'm thrilled to know that now.”

"If you were just one of the conformists, I wouldn't have owed you."

"I know, that's you. But you can trust the one I choose.”

"…I'll watch and think."

"Shall we have another drink?"

"I'll have the next glass of black beer, too."

"That's great."

Arthur, who had already returned to the table, raised his hand with a twitch.

"Oh! What, I'll have the next one, too! Black beer!"

Arthur's hair turned over like a bird's nest and his clothes were stained with mud and snow.

"Did you make a toilet and go to work? Why were you so late? That's what it looks like."

Chelsea, who followed Arthur's footsteps, complained similarly dirty.

"The righteous prince is ill, but he will save the girl who is a clerk who is in trouble by the drunk.".”

"I'll see.”

"After all, I'll do the work, and Arthur will thank you, right?

"Hey! Then you're leaving someone so embarrassed? You shouldn't be a knight, either."

"I'm not asking you to leave me alone, but just stay still until I see your hand. It's a couple of days ago, soaked to death the blood guy! "

Rachel gave Arthur a hard punch in the back of the head. Arthur's face turned red and stroked the back of his head, apparently in pain.

"How can you treat an injured person like this....”

"That's enough. Have another drink. Okay, if you drink it out, I'll drag you into the dormitory.”

"That's a good idea. Then I'll go get the next one! She'll be a black beer. Next, what about Ray and Fran?

"I'll have the same thing."

Fran, who had been unfamiliar with Arthur's easy-going attitude, replied a beat later.

"I'll have black beer, too."

"Yes, four glasses of black beer! I can bring them all at once! I'll show you!"

After being exhausted from escorting Arthur, who was not fit for his aptitude, Rachel followed him and asked back in vain.

"I'm not even going to work as a bar clerk, but what are you going to do with that skill?"

"You never know. There's no use in everything!"

Fran's eyes were fixed on Arthur as he went through the crowd towards the bar.

Clayo smiled unknowingly. Seeing the face, Fran frowned over her glasses and turned her head.

It seemed to mean, "Do you think you'll do what you said?" but in the end, he saw Arthur again.

It was then.

Clio's appointment was a blur.

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