The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

After taking his eyes off the map after a long time, Clayo realized that the buds had whitened the sky.

'...not today.'

In this way, trains and wagons will not be able to travel between the city of Pessellen and the Lundane.

The behemoth, who was licking hot chocolate with cognac, was dozing off.

It's a snowy winter. I don't know if it's supposed to be like this or just this year.’

It was Albion's first winter for "Kim Jung-jin."

It was a great pity that there was no floor heating, but it was not too bad because it was hanging in front of the fireplace with cream on its beard and holding a sleeping cat.

"But even if I can't install it as an ondol, I wish I had an electric pad or something. How can I not make it?’

The mind dominates the body. The spirit of the Korean man inside him was ordering him to support his back.

"I think we could use a mana stone ruby to make something similar with a harness… Ruby is expensive among mana stones. How can you efficiently weave….’

Clayo, who was trying to combine the school meal in his head, began to doze off like a behemoth.

Mrs. Canton, who came into the bedroom to send the letter up, clicked her tongue when she saw Clayo sleeping.

'Oh, you must have been tired. You'll catch a cold.’

Mrs. Canton moved cautiously and spread colorful letters and postcards from Arthur, Chelsea and Angelium twins like flowers on the table. So that Clayo can find it as soon as he wakes up.

The news arrived across the country from Paris, Novantes, and Carmen, respectively, capital of the territory of Kishion.

After the New Year's party, Clayo seemed to be disappointed by anyone's invitation, but only his friends' letters seemed to welcome him. The snow blocked and loosened the road, so I thought it was a few days away, and the letters arrived late.

"I'm relieved that there's nothing painful going on at the school in the capital city and that I made a lot of friends.’

Now, he is tall and has a mature attitude, but he still looked like a child when he fell asleep with his hair in a circle.

Mrs. Canton covered up a thick woolen blanket to prevent Clayo from catching a cold and put more firewood in the fireplace.

Outside the window, the calm snow continued to accumulate.

***

When the snow stopped filling the middle two weeks of January and the carriage was within walking distance, Dione and Clayo met again to do their favorite things.

It was a confirmation of the completion of the hotel on Clayo's site and a small building management in Dione.

The first-floor bookstore show window was decorated for the New Year, and behind the show window was a few chairs for guests who would buy books and rest their legs.

I could see the De Negeuest Hotel very well from there.

The construction of the hotel had already finished and entered the interior, so preparations for the opening were progressing step by step despite the cold weather.

The carriage with various objects reached the entrance one after another, and the window of the room that left was bright.

Not long after returning from the Kingdom of Crater, Dionne was excited to say that he had been selling huge amounts of Mana Stone accessories to his queen.

Her face, which said she had posted a year's worth of sales at once, looked as if light was spreading softly.

After a long time, the two met and talked over the complimentary milk tea at the bookstore.

"There are quite a few books on magic and sorcery these days, including the stands and show windows."

"Oh, I heard that the field is a unique field. Why does the publishing agent keep asking me to write a book about magic?”

"Lady Dionne loves to read, so why not write a book at this time."

"I'm not good at writing. There is no ability to explain magic easily. You're a magician, so you know it, but it doesn't mean you can communicate it. Only Mr. Levy, the executive secretary, was busy writing a letter of rejection to requests that had been pouring in until I was away. I worked in publishing before he qualified as a solicitor.”

"I see… there must be a lot of public demand for magic, right?"

"Is that what you're saying? It's because your house scattered Ma Gwang-seok in the middle of the capital and burst out colorful magic. I'm sure there are few people who saw it in person, but there are articles and people who heard rumors can't count, so it's worth getting interested in.”

'That's why books are selling like hot cakes. In my world, it's going to be on the air and YouTube views.'

Clayo, who held the glass, listened with a slightly fierce expression, and Dionne clenched his fist and spoke enthusiastically.

"In conjunction with the opening of the door of Menemosine, the public is showing great interest in magic and witchcraft. But there's no concession to satisfy that need, and people like third-rate gossip journalists are just printing a book of gossip."

"The original magic book is the mainstream of special theories such as "The Magic Book," so it's not uncommon for authors to write manuscripts for the public."

"Not uncommon, no, no. First of all, they don't want to spend a second on things they're not interested in. So if you're missing the magic and teaching positions at the Capital Defense University, it's famous that you're facing difficulties in re-appointment."

“!!!”

Clayo, who was listening to Dionne, had a strong candidate for the author in his head.

Professor Maria Gentile!

While taking the last class before the final exam, I remembered flipping her lecture notes and knocking on the calculator because I thought I would get a big bite if I put it in the public book.

'Professor Maria doesn't appear in society unlike Dionne, so ordinary publishers don't know much about her existence. If I could publish the class... Aren't you making quite a lot of money?’

When I touched the money, I realized something for sure.

There was no proper limit to the disgrace. The more money, the better.

"Jeongjin" was a fact that he had never known because he had never lived in a rich state in his life.

Beyond the escape of his father's influence, an 18-year-old child is respected as a decent human being. Plus, I can do most of the things I want to do without worrying.'

Is that it?

There are mana stone and mana stone in this world. Even miracle raw materials can be bought with money.

So Clayo couldn't let go of the opportunity to make money.

If it's just one obstacle....

Even while trying to figure out how to plan, edit, and promote the book, a cold perception grew in the corner of my mind.

"People can't give me a dog... You came all the way here, and now you're a landowner, and you're thinking of publishing a book. Me, too.'

Clayo, who shook his head shallowly, grasped himself as he was about to lose motivation.

'No, how can this be the same? It was wrong in the previous world, but now it's true. It's still a time when publishing is lucrative.'

Now this is the Kingdom of Albion in 1891.

It is not a space and time where literature is destroyed and the book's death is publicly judged.

In this world where Clayo lives, literature was rapidly gaining popularity, and there were many readers who were interested in various fields.

The evidence was that the bookstore was a constant stream of customers.

Ring.

"Welcome."

While Clay and Dione were drinking milk tea, the bell on the bookstore's clean glass door rang several times.

The bookstore that Dionne rented was doing quite well. Even though it was cold, the bookstore owner's face was bright.

Although the 8-koruna cheap copy and a series of thin-painted copies were popular, the leather and gold-bound suits were not uncommon.

Well, on the way home from work, the staff of the De Néjfiest Hotel or the decorators stopped by the bookstore and bought books, magazines, and crossword puzzle books to enjoy in the evening.

If you look at the books people buy, the novels were overwhelming, but books such as railways, travel, birds' ecology and diet manuals were also sold quite heavily.

"There's a demand for public liberal arts. Let's meet Professor Maria first and negotiate. I don't care about money, so I think it's better to emphasize the public interest of this publication.’

If the book is published and sold well, the public's perception of magic will improve, and it will be good for both wizards.

"Lady Dionne, do you know anyone in the publishing industry? People like copyright agents, editors, and songwriters."

Despite the sudden request, Dionne was surprised but only interested. Dione smiled softly, tapping on the surface of the empty glass with his fingertips.

"Ho-oh, are you trying to get a bite out of a book this time? Anyway, Master, you're a natural to smell the money."

"No… well, I don't know what to look like when I hear that from Lady Dionne, not anyone else."

"Oh, you've just heard the magic popular book with such a serious look. The response now shows that the manuscript is available."

"That's right. We'll have to try, but maybe there's a way to get quality manuscripts."

"It's the hardest to find the author. They're not the ones who give out manuscripts on time for excavation. But it's amazing that there's already a manuscript! Then next is the publishing contract and editing, which is why you asked me about the supply and demand of professional manpower."

"…you can put a table and a crystal ball in front of the Royal Circus intersection over there and flip it over, and recite the speculation you made about the guest, and Lady will be a fortune."

"Oh, you treated me like a cheap smoker! How can I, the wizard, tell lies that I can hear the voice of the dead and move things with the spirit!"

Dionne, who did not believe in spirits even though she used magic, pretended to be offended.

"I apologize for one inappropriate joke. That's how great he is in reasoning."

"What a deduction! You'll see."

"I'll meet with the prospective author first, and I'll get in touch with him as soon as I know it's going to work. So, Lady....”

"Yes, nothing has been decided, so don't just pull someone out of the way and just start thinking about luck, right? Leave it to me."

There are also people who know in all directions, and it was like Dionne Greyer who can reach everything. In Lundane, there won't be much that can't be solved by asking her.

"Remember what Mr. Levy, the presidential secretary, said earlier that he had worked in publishing, right?"

"Yes."

"I was a pretty promising editor at Hutchinson and Simon. But because of the triplets being born between you and your wife, he moved to our company after finishing his original law studies. It's because the pay problem is big."

"Oh, I see….”

In the 19th century, the principle that people in the liberal arts department should study law if they want to make money was the same was true. The reason of the world was so cold that Clay had to cry heartily.

"Ha-ha, if you're a man of literary talent, it would have been better to use advertising copy for your livelihood. Phew, he's made the world so well in every corner of the world, why didn't he improve it.’

Clay contacted the school the next morning as soon as it was light.

Along with Professor Naar, a senior student swordsman, I heard that Professor Maria always stays at the official residence because she has no connection in the capital.

Professor Maria's life is the same as there is no lecture during the vacation, said a messenger in charge of guiding Clayo to her laboratory.

Professor Maria's first visit to the lab window was hung with lace curtains, and the inside was small and clean.

If it wasn't for tightly-packed wizards, documents, and a building model filled with walls, it would have been believed to be a reception room for grandparents welcoming their grandchildren.

Professor Maria gave us gingerbread cookies in our car and received Clay.

"Yeah, Clayo. I've heard about it. Just sit down and pick up the car. Your cheeks are all white.”

"Thank you, Professor Gentile."

It was the first time for Maria to meet him personally, as Clay had spread rumors all over the place that Zebedee would make him a research student.

"I thought she wasn't that enthusiastic about basic classes, even though she's a great magician. I must have misjudged.'

In Maria's class, Clay was a very inconspicuous student.

I didn't know that I was so impressed by the lecture because I often dozed off and rarely took notes.

As for her, she felt proud and proud.

"The proposal is good to publish a book, but who would want to read it?”

Clayo, who took a shallow breath to avoid being caught by Professor Maria and lightly clenched his fist, activated his work mode for the first time in a long time.

On Maria's desk with a gracious smile and a glass, I could see a lecture book on the basic magic subject with a note on it, perhaps it was newly organized.

"No matter what happens, you have to make it into a book. You can do it.’

"More people than you think are interested in the operation of the ether and the principles of magic."

Clayo's voice, which was slightly lower in tone, was much more reliable than usual clear immaturity.

"You know better than me, but the final exam attendance was more than twice that of the previous year, right? We've come to see the surrounding residents. In addition, I heard that this year, the number of applicants for the magic class among students taking the entrance exam for the Capital Defense University is three times higher than the average year. Isn't that a clear indication and indicator of public interest?"

Prof. Maria Gentile was caught up in Clayo's push without realizing it. My heart pounded and my cheeks became a little angry.

It was a word of persuasion that evoked a certain buzz for Maria, who spent her life studying away from people's interest and social topics.

"He's the one who can talk like this...?’

"But compared to the keen interest, there is still a great lack of concessions to satisfy that curiosity. A book picked up and written by journalists of the third-rate gossip magazine is only strengthening the wrong prejudice against magic. You have the crucial key to change this situation. That's the syllabus."