The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

"The function of your item was amazing, but it's even more interesting to see the narrative intervention going up.’

Clay felt happy and strangely unfair.

This is because, as most Koreans do, they suffered from English throughout their lives as 'Kim Jung-jin'.

"When I was in college and at work, I thought I was going to lose my eye because I was reading papers and reviewing applications. Oh, my God.'

Frustrated, Clayo stroked his left index finger on the table with his right thumb.

It was not his name Clayo, but a long-standing habit before the thin platinum ring became a "promise."

When she put down her empty champagne glass, she tilted her head to Clayo.

"I wondered why you chose a language that is difficult for you to learn because you are not motivated to add modern foreign language carolingers as an optional subject for next year. You already knew how to do it.”

Chell smiled mischievously and spoke in carolinger. Cell's voice in other languages sounded lower and husky than in Albion.

What am I supposed to do with this? Change Mode?'

A message of promise came to me again in front of Clayo, who was struggling inside.

[Your Item: CLIO's Promise]

[Step 2 Function [Understanding] Multilingual interpretation is enabled.]

Can I just do it? Oh, I don't know.’

"I think I know how to do this....”

Surprisingly, it was really a language conversion.

"If you can hear and speak, you can!”

Albion's language was also unfamiliar to Jeongjin.

With the power of "promise," Albion's words have been used as mother tongue, and now I can't believe that I can speak another language so comfortably.

There was no difficulty in converting the two languages.

From Clayo's point of view, it felt like the difference between Korean standard Korean standard language and dialect.

"It's the first time I've spoken to someone who's been caroling since birth.”

Of course Clayo's explanation was not a lie. It's the first time I've ever heard of Carolingian.

She just seemed to understand that Clay learned a foreign language from a tutor from Albion.

"You must have had a great teacher. Well, your father could have done as much as he could.”

"I wasn't a very good student.”

"What are you talking about? Your carolinger is perfect for the distinction and upheaval between male and female nouns. I learned it by getting scolded by my mother because I often got it wrong. I thought our genius wizard Lord Clayo was only good at magic, but there was a twist!”

"Yeah, play with it, make fun of it, and leave it in place. I didn't want to tell you this.”

"Hurrying.”

The twins, who were sipping an alcohol-free punch, asked Isiel with a questionable face. As an honor student, Isiel seemed to be good at carolinger as well.

"Isiel, Isiel. What are Clayo and Rachel talking about?”

"Chelestes' assessment of Clayo's excellent command of Carolingian, but he didn't show it.”

"Isiel, there....”

"Did I get it wrong?"

"No, not really."

I wanted to protest that it was not a matter of language ability but a summary method, but it would all be considered as Clay's own unless "promises" were taken out.

Of course, it was Clayo who became a uncomfortable face because he couldn't explain it.

It was then.

The resonant voice of a low-ranking official who stood guard at the entrance rang in the hall.

"Your Highness Juleica, Prince Aslan, has arrived."

The guests stopped talking and rose from their seats to greet the guest.

Countless people moved, and the hall was noisy with the careful gestures of the aristocrats and the upper classes.

The sound of silk and the faint pull of chair legs on the carpet overlapped.

"That's Zuleika, Aslan's mother."

Standing at a slant behind the wall, Clayo was able to look at Juleica to his heart's content.

Zuleica Charlotte Castileen.

Queen of Albion. He was a cousin of the current Emperor Brunen and the official spouse of King Philippe, who inherited the title of duke of Lake Nine Isles, queen of Ogwen-Suro.

All of them were official names given to the Queen of Albion by legends and historians from the time of Leonid I.

Juleica had snow-white skin and black hair like a black belt. The simple decorations decorated only with black pearls, diamond necklaces, and the crown of the queen encouraged her poor atmosphere.

I could not think of a wife with a 25-year-old grown-up son, and she was a beauty with a blank face as if she could not break a bird's neck with a tender heart.

"When you're over 40, your personality and life are revealed on your face, and that's all a lie.’

Except for the assumption that she was involved, except for what she would do in the future based on the plaintiff, the queen's sincerity was cold-blooded, considering only what she actually did.

"Sullan was just a teenager six years ago, and where did he get an assassin? He framed Arthur's mother there, killed her... Phew.'

Juleica, who gave Clayo a six-sense turnaround, was escorted by Aslan to sit at the royal family's table. Aslan sat on her right.

The gatekeeper announced the arrival of Melchior in a louder voice than before.

"Prince Melchior is eating."

Clay turned on the "disturbance" reflexively. Ninety percent of the reason I decided to stop drinking today was because of the author.

Since there were more than one invitee, he was bitten as if he were digging behind a pillar even though he knew he would not find it anyway.

The eyes of the prince are filled with admiration and admiration. Time seemed to slow down only around him.

Even Juleica, who hated her eldest son, showed faint warmth on her pale cheeks that looked just like her son.

Clayo, stuck behind a pillar, glanced at the prince's movements. Sure enough, the promise sent up the expected message.

[Unique Skill: '□□□'s Attraction']

As he rose above the crown prince's head, even the golden letters that proved the heterogeneity of the world looked like a glow that rose to praise him.

Melchior, who crossed the hall gracefully, greeted people one by one, took the top seat of the table.

The hostility that could not allay with "attraction" began to encroach on Juleica's face.

"Who should sit at the head of the throne when the king is absent? It's in the protocol, so they must have broken the rules in order of entry that is not in the protocol. I don't think it worked at all.'

The main character is the last person in every story.

At the same time, a low-ranking official announced the last prince's position in a voice that began to break.

"The third prince, King Arthur, will eat."

'Look, he'll come if I tell him.'

Arthur could not attract the attention of the guests, as he followed the spectacular appearances of the first and second children.

Those seated again were staring at the royal family with interesting faces.

Clayo scrutinized the existence of the world's centripetal axis. Arthur's appearance in robes was quite dignified on the outside.

And that was that.

As soon as the boy walked in alone, he looked around and looked for his friends first.

Is it natural that no one in this hall, filled with aristocrats and powerful men, is willing to stand in his eyes and flatter him?

"Wow! We're at Behemoth!’

Arthur, who found his friends, smiled like a child and said in his mouth.

'I'll crush them and come back to your seats in a little while!'

Each of the high-level ether respondents could easily understand what Arthur was trying to say.

The cello clicked its tongue.

"What's the use of decorating that and that? He's doing the same thing as usual.

“Keep on eye irapssigo front of aristocrats is normal and even awkward if you acted to think differently.”

"He's just the same front and back, and he's the same person. There is no one who should buy him a favor by adding false good will."

"I always think, what the hell does Arthur look like to you?" It looks like a statue of a golden prince. Hahaha."

a gilt-edged statue of a prince

Cell's expression was oddly correct.

Not everyone in the hall turned away from Arthur.

A very small number of people, who would later have great influence, stood at the left end of the table looking at Prince Arthur, not at the right end of the table and not at the right end of the table.

Just as the west light in the dark naturally attracts attention, it is impossible for people beyond rational judgment to turn their attention away from Arthur.

Twist of Benjamin ‘, chairman of Catherine de tangpeteu nejyu. Those two definitely have a good feeling. Not Melchior and Aslan, but Arthur's stronger consciousness.’

Ser Rosa Phehite is still looking for her only son, and as long as I have a human heart, I can't let him go.

"Memories" of "Promise" went round and popped up a sentence that didn't come to Clayo.

"The place where the three princes dwell is like a moon, a star, and a sky in which the sun rises.

It was refreshing because it felt like an e-book pop-up, but it felt strangely dirty because the notification function was updated as the work messenger could not be changed to offline mode.

It awakened the fact that Clay himself was now clearly working overtime.

'In the last manuscript, the three princes are together. Is it supposed to be Arthur's New Year's party after school? But isn't it too Arthur-friendly?"

The moon and stars were representations of Melchior and Aslan, and the sun of Arthur.

Those who were loved by God were given too long a line of praise. So is the event of the gods. Their blessings and curses are the same in that they shake human destiny.

When the seats were cleared, Melchior finished his short speech.

Then the soup began to serve in perfect order. The hall was filled with fragrant and warm scents.

Speckulum's second secretary, who emptied the soup bowl at an incredibly fast pace, spoke again.

"Will solar eclipse happen again in recent years? You said you've seen Albion's coronation eclipse before.”

"I've seen it twice. 32 years ago and 27 years ago. The first one was when I lived in Lundane with my father, so it happened to be the right time.”

"The consul will probably see the third solar eclipse.”

"Stop talking nonsense and get some food. Now you can only enjoy this fancy dinner at Albion.”

"Since the fall of Carolingian's Etencell family, their chefs have crossed the border.It's not a lie.”

Clayo also agreed with 120% of the young man's words, whose cheeks were pink because of his cheeks were pink.

"The name, custom, and climate resemble Britain, but the fact that he did not refer to the reality of the food culture is the number one thing he did well."

"As expected, the establishment of Dubris's Tiplom mine and the processing industrial complex has not only shaken the industry, but also changed the dynamics of the royal family.’

"The surprise announcement delayed the size of the pie, but isn't it too big for the royal family to swallow alone?"

"Well, the Crown Prince will not give up his right to tax what comes from the ground. Isn't that the greatest power left to the king?'

"If I had known it was such a land, the greedy people of the aristocracy would have revised the decree by all means.’

"I would rather have the royal family have authority than hand over Dubris to them.’

'Hooray.'

Clayo collected people's conversations in a more enthusiastic manner than the pollsters.

At first glance, it seemed to be just a nutritious gossip, but there was a lot of information in it.

First

"First of all, the scope of Melchior's fascination is not as wide as you think. It doesn't last long either.’

Those who were only staring at the prince as if they were possessed by their soul also scattered their blank expressions as if they were waking up from a dream from afar when he sat at the top.

As the profit and loss and the real spirit returned to the face that had been colored with natural worship and admiration as if it were dazzling, resistance to the royal family, which monopolized silver gold called T-flume, began to be seen.

Rather, members of the House of Commons and lower-ranking nobles showed a more favorable attitude toward Melchior.

"But Melchiolo... He's a hypocrite who's ahead of King Enlightenment. In addition, he is fair, does not seek private interests, is soft and has leadership skills. Anyway, he's the type of modern politician.’

Second

"But there's a weakness in their origins and past, and that must have been their favorite point.’

It was already nine years ago that King Philippe fell and preserved his seat, but it was seven years ago that Melchior Riorgnan was officially crowned Crown Prince.

One day, the king, whose health deteriorated so bad that he could not even eat with his own hands, stood up and named the king, whose health deteriorated enough to not be able to eat with his own hands, was treated as a mysterious event.

According to custom, Bishop Lundane and his three duchess, who became witnesses to the crown prince, expressed strong surprise and doubt about the king's declaration to crown Melchior, not Aslan.

It was nothing mysterious about Clayo, who knew Melchior's skills.

"He must have made a power, measured the timing, and made achievements using the secret intelligence department to accomplish this when he was 20 years old. I thought I was packing my gloves, but I'm sure no one knows his skills. Seeing that you're not suspected of manipulating King Philippe.’