The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

"Yeah, even if you're the one who shakes the main character's mind, you're involved in narrative. Damn it.'

Arthur used to refer to Melchior, saying, "He has about a hundred ways to achieve his will even if he doesn't use his skills," which was true.

Soon, the flesh around Arthur's eyes washed away.

It's Arthur himself who knows better than Clay. I've seen it my whole life.

"It's a relief that your youngest brother is a hard nut to crack, but if he's crooked because of this, the whole world must pay for it together.’

In any case, the royal family is the enemy of the people and the main culprit of rising social costs.

Without knowing what the second son of a rich man, who is apparently a member of a great deep-rooted evil force, was thinking inside, Melchior still maintained a gentle face.

After sighing, Clayo quenched his throat with flat carbonated water and returned the answer as clearly as possible.

"You will be praised as a model and courageous act of humiliation to the memory of the world. It would be an honor if I could add my feeble ability to the task, to try to conquer the strange groups that threaten the capital."

I couldn't imitate Melchior's vocalization method, which made the hall ring rich like a theater actor, but this was enough for people who were listening close to me to move their words.

"Everyone pretends to be doing their job, but it's obvious that they're close to the ears.’

That's what Dionne called a storm.

'Well, so. If we don't get on board because of the strong wind, we're going to wreck and die together.’

"You're always being modest. Previously, I saw a report that your India played a big role in the ruins of the remembered world."

The sound of Isiel's shallow gasp behind his back was caught by Clayo's keenly raised "perception."

If a person is too amazing, he or she becomes speechless. Even without looking back, the two became two minds.

"Issiel didn't write the ins and outs in the report. It's a good thing that we're working together.'

Clayo's mind calmed down as if he threw cold water. There was something clear about Melchior's provocation.

"Maybe it's because of some restriction, but you can't open your head right now.’

If I could use my own skills, I wouldn't have had to make this remarkable provocation to get the kids to react.

Such speculation gave Clay a little leeway. It was the first time since I met this person.

Clayo himself is defending by turning on "separation," and for some reason, his "structural" skill of the liver seems difficult to use at present, so there was nothing to do with it.

With a faint smile around his mouth, Clayo said.

"What do you mean? Modesty refers to the attitude shown by degradation. Even though there may be some danger beyond the gates of Manemoshin, he who does not forget the spirit of knights and tries to show the spirit of service and sacrifice. It's a deep meaning that I just crave my head."

"That's not much to be praised."

Clay held both hands politely and lowered his eyes with courtesy.

The Duke of Kruell and Aslan's spirit faltered in a very different attitude from when they faced Aslan.

Arthur stealthily approached the back of Melchior and blocked the eyes of Aslan and the Duke of Krüll. Clayo, who has no mental resources to care about the prince in front of him, didn't even notice the scuffle.

"There is only one world that I know, and it was so dangerous that I jumped to conclusions. Will you teach the foolish to teach?"

His low voice was the bait he threw at Melchior.

'Honestly, not all dungeons are dangerous. There's something like "The City of Eternal Winter" that makes me wonder what it is, and "The City of Jinju" is full of resting parts. And this guy only entered the city of Jinju. You already know the order in which the dungeon opens, right?’

The risk of other dungeons, except for the 'City of Jinju', was too high to enter solely for publicity.

Besides, there's no guarantee that it's going to be a safe dungeon from the last manuscript. It's too risky to accompany such a dangerous person. I'd like you to know why you're going to the dungeon.’

Of course, Melchior did not bite the bait thrown by Clayo.

"The spirit of knights, I haven't seen much of a achievement in force. So a good ether like you doesn't weigh much."

"All I have is a small talent, of course, so I can achieve something by myself without appreciation or encouraging colleagues.”

'Yeah, well... how can I figure out what's inside him? I don't know if I'll ever know. Whoo.'

At first glance, they were raising each other up, but below them, there were several more spiny exchanges.

The eyes of those who overheard the prince and the young wizard's workshop were filled with interest.

It was strange to see Clayo, who had nothing to do with his appearance, talking about the prince without any tension.

As she whistled, Chell felt Isiel poking in the ribs and held back.

Of course, the second secretary of the Duchylum doesn't put up with it, and fiWow, what do you believe in that corruption kid?I was stepped on by the consul while saying the same thing.

Finally, Melchior grabbed a glass of rice wine and smiled as if 1,000 suns were shining at once.

"The policeman has a deep friendship with his colleagues."

Of course, Clayo, who slowly got used to the pressure of Melchior, was not hit as hard as he thought.

'Wow, you bastard. If you don't have anything to say, how are you going to cover it up with your face? It's ridiculous.'

Shortly after a statue carved out of the goddess's child froze the atmosphere of the hall, Chell, who was also out of the boat, quickly intervened in the conversation between the prince and the wizard.

"We share a room and board, and we share classes and research all day long, so we can't help but be attached to each other. I am grateful that you had such a deep meaning, as a believer in Albion."

At this point, there was no more story for the prince to hold on to the young students.

A decent figure, Arthur's jokes between mixed Chell, urging, an impish melki after rising by New Year naturally to twist of chairman Benjamin.Bent his steps.

The servants arranged the table and served Grappa and Limoncello as after-dinner. Lemon sherbet was served for children who didn't drink.

Before I knew it, a huge clock hung in the middle of the hall tried to point at midnight. As the chandelier's light dimmed, the gold color filled the hall became more brilliant.

Starting with the young guests, men and women got up in pairs and approached the window where they had all closed the curtains. On the window frame, green mistletoe branches hung in abundance on gold and red ribbons.

The music that was playing stopped and the people's uproar grew.

Thanks to this, a low-pitched conversation at a table in a remote location could not be heard well by others.

Chelsea and Arthur drank the after-dinner without anyone saying anything first, and the behemoth was about to rummage, so they stuffed their mouths and clapped.

Clayo felt a little at ease when he saw the tail. Even if I was less nervous than before, I was also less nervous when I encountered Melchior.

Clay drooped against the back of the chair.

"Whoa... ten years old.”

He had already emptied the bowl and distributed two scoop sherbet evenly to Lippi and Leticia, who glowed in the snow, and drank just a little more water.

Arthur, who put down the empty glass, dragged the chair and sat down beside Clayo.

"You look young enough now, Ray, so you don't have to worry about looking middle-aged even if you're about ten years old."

"You, I want you to keep your mouth shut for now. I'm starting to hate that kind of voice."

"That's too much... There are similar voices between brothers and fathers."

"Don't look like anything other than that."

"Hey Ray, that's not something Arthur can do if he wants to."

To Chelsea, who giggled in, the twins who were holding silver spoons and eating sherbet neatly joined.

"That's right. My basement is so beautiful.”

"When you look at it, your eyes are burning."

"Whose side are you on, my dear!"

"Try to lower the volume, everyone's voice. Even if the hall is noisy, isn't it full of people?"

"Issiel, you're right, but it's the New Year soon!"

Together, people gathered by the window crossed hands in front of their bodies and sang a song to greet the New Year. Clayo, who didn't know the lyrics well, pretended to sing along.

The band also harmoniously arranged and performed the well-known traditional folk tunes, combining the voices of the people.

The beginning of the new year has begun.

Except for the elderly, the crown prince and the knight leader were approached by the window, so Clayo could not be more hesitant and was dragged to the window by the twins.

‘3, 2, 1…!’

Feng-

Poof!

There were countless fireworks scattered over the window frames.

It was a fireworks display for the New Year.

Before I knew it, Arthur, Chelsea and twins who were together disappeared, and Isiel was the only one who remained beside him and grabbed Clayo's shoulder, which had been pushed around.

It was an indifferent touch, but thanks to it, Clayo was able to keep his legs from tangled on the hem of his skirt and wire krinolin, which the princess of the Kingdom of Pedre wore beautifully.

"Thank you, Isiel. If it wasn't for you, I would have done him a great disrespect."

"Yes, I usually thought drinking was a problem, but even if you don't drink, you're always the same. Even if you tell me to train like that.

"Uh, well, I'll really do it from this year."

"You would do the same. He can't get up every morning and gets beaten by a cat, but he doesn't want to come out of bed."

"What if I can't get up?"

"Yes, don't overdo it. Just take care of your health."

Then the two boys and the girl looked only at the flames in the uproar.

The still-lasting scattering of light colored Isiel's side face.

Even diamond tiaras do not use the veil of crystal and pearl, but Isiel shines and stands out more than any other person in the world.

It is the light of strong will and hot life.

Even in his original life, even in his newly acquired life, Clayo is soaked with faint emotions in front of a girl armed with virtue far from him.

He will be given the title of "The Knight of Fire and the Enemy." Lead the army and fulfill the will of the Lord on the earth.

But now Isiel is just a young student standing between his eyes looking for a way to break the deadlock, isolated from his crummy classmates among his sweet lovers.

The Festival of Lights is over and a new light will return in another year.

Until then, there was no light.

Under the mistletoe before sunrise, no kiss is condemned.

Couples or governments holding hands. Those who have a conventional or non-conventional relationship repeatedly kisses that are only accepted at this night. Short or long, shallow or deep.

With a subtle look on his face, Isiel slipped Clayo's shoulder, which he had just wrapped casually.

Clayo, who was slightly stumbling, avoided falling due to a huge ball of fur hitting his shin.

It was a behemoth.

"Wow! WOONGYAT! (The beautiful tail of the main grave almost stepped on!) Come on, give me a hug!"

"Yes, yes."

As Clayo whined and hugged the behemoth, the cat, which had his front claws in the boy's poor shoulder, stretched its long body to see the fireworks better.

Because the behemoth waved its tail like a flag, the twins who found him came running through people.

Ray, there you are! All of a sudden, people barged in!"

"Oh, by the way, I couldn't use the ether to push it away, and it was embarrassing!"

Finally, when Chell found Clayo, he scattered his hair carelessly.

Clayo, exhausted, couldn't stand it and faltered. The behemoth lost its balance and stretched upward.

As a result, Clayo's kiss under the mistletoe became a cat's muzzle brushing its cheek.

The twins jumped up and down.

"Oh! I want to kiss the nail, too!"

"Me too, me too!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Avoiding the thunderous twins, Behemoth ran away on the stand.

The air bubbles of the newly corked champagne splashed over the edge of the cup. 1891 was beginning in flames and blizzards.