The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

"No, I don't work like this. Since there is a due date, the bill is due accordingly..”

"I do it because I can handle it. The rest of the money can be paid in installments through consultation, so please keep that in mind."

"Why are you doing this to me?”

"I'm a friend of Fran's, and Bartleby is also a friend of Fran' I don't want his dreams to run aground in this way. Is it too personal and childish?"

"…I don't think so. All motivations start from private places, and minor things change the world… Mr. Robert used to say."

Bartleby's eyes were getting a little wet, wondering if he remembered Robert, who led the "flags" for 20 years, but was killed in a trap by Melchior.

The old printer's hand, which clasped Clayo's hand, was hot.

At this moment of emotion, you really don't know how to behave. Clayo rolled his eyes awkwardly.

It wasn't the same thing as good. Clayo had his own calculation.

'If this printing house goes down, there's no contact with Fran. Mr. Bartleby is so busy with his livelihood that he can't work as hard as he is now. Besides, when print shops go down like this, where do they print when Fran uses something to persuade the world?’

Dionemann raised her mouth and said, "Oh, look at this guy. You're a good speaker,' she said with her facial expression.

***

The progress of the work seemed to be in the wind.

Professor Maria Gentile was one of the most diligent and sincere authors Clay has ever met in his life.

"I can't believe I completed the first draft in two weeks, even though the typewriter has not been commercialized yet. This is another way of doing it.'

The manuscript that Professor Maria wrote seemed to contain her real voice.

In the friendly tone of the professor, the basic concepts of magic and interesting episodes were woven together, giving strength.

When he first asked for the manuscript, he asked a 15-year-old student to write it as if he were talking, and he was a professor of Maria, who was reluctant to say that it did not match Albion's writing tradition.

However, it seemed to have been sorted out quickly after I got the hang of it.

"It's basically a syllabus, so it's a skeleton that's perfect for writing like a horse.’

The original painting handed over by the professor was written in neat letters that fit perfectly with "ohwa," so there was no need to hire a pen-scientist to feel at all.

The first thing Clayo did after checking the status of the manuscript was to copy it using magic on paper that had been processed by scattering Ma Gwang-seok-dong.

The original was then placed in a safe and the copy was reviewed over a week.

'My butt is going to stick to the chair. Get up and see, don't worry about getting sick later."

When he was attacked by Behemoth's pinzan and his hind legs, he got up occasionally and straightened his back, and spent all the rest of his time on the manuscript.

"It's been a long time since I've looked at the article, and I've had a headache and pulled my back. Phew.'

It was already spilled and the contract was already signed.

Clayo, who had a crackling back, finally adjusted the order of the four chapters and organized the considerations for editing and went to the graying business.

"Here is the contract signed by Professor Maria. They say that editing is completely up to us. Here's your publisher's registration card."

Greer's secretary Levy, who was waiting with Dionne in the drawing room, quickly accepted the luggage, fidgeting at Clayo's face.

The young wizard, who is working with Dionne on various projects, seemed powerless to lift a single paper bag.

"He's weak, and what's the matter with him?"

Dionne keeps a strict silence on everything related to Clay, but Levi, who understands her personal financial situation as a secretary, knew that this untruthful boy was not normal.

'It's different from what it looks like. Both of them.’

Levi and Clayo were new acquaintances, so they skipped greeting and went straight to the point.

"You're doing it very quickly, but aren't you overdoing it?"

"I had to leave for practice soon, so I wanted to finish editing the elementary school. I think we should publish it before the weather gets warmer."

"Oh, definitely less sold in spring. Maybe you know all that."

"Right, Mr. Levy. Don't be fooled by your fierce appearance. I don't know what's inside. Anyway, I have a speaker who is a language major that Mr. Levy knows well.”

"Thank you for taking care of my urgent schedule."

"No, it's not.

"Yes, Ray. If you double the express charge, there are many people who want to work, and you get good manpower. I know how to be a human being."

"No, it's the same for anyone. We can't save money on people."

It was clear just by looking at Gideon Asher's track record, and it was also something he learned from his previous career as a teacher.

'Bring me a knack. I wonder if there will be a performance if I don't pay well.’

Clayo didn't feel bad when things were coggled up in the midst of tiredness.

Money was also the main ingredient for rolling the cogwheel smoothly.

"I didn't know I was such a thorough plutocrat, but I think I'm going to worship money more.’

"Then can I see the manuscript first? It's going to be very interesting to hear."

Clayo nodded, and Levi opened the envelope with interest in his good face.

"The issuer is registered here in Mr. Levy's name. Because of that, we have a lot of paperwork to prepare, so we even put our names in the editing and production categories. Check it out."

"I wonder if she took good care of me. Don't worry about the cost or expenses, and if necessary, please use them all and collect the receipts. Please take good care of me while I'm away."

"Yeah. You said you'd be leaving for the practice tomorrow, right? It's not the time for this. I have one left in the warehouse, so I'll give it to you as a gift, so take it."

"Then I'll thank you."

While Dione went down to the warehouse, Levi began to read the manuscript at a great speed.

After a long time, Levi, who turned the last page, sighed satisfactorily.

"I've only seen hard theories and interesting third-rate contributions in magic books, and that's how I could organize the manuscript. You did an excellent job of positioning.”

"Professor Gentile's lecture was very good."

"Dione said that even if you went to the Capital Defense School, you were probably the only one who thought you'd have to dig up the notes.”

"I'm flattered. When you learn magic for the first time, Professor Jebedy's class is so intense that you can't remember it because Professor Gentile's class is relatively less impressive. I happened to be on time."

Clayo only told the truth, but somehow the secretary's face looking at him seemed to have become strangely heated, so he sat back.

"You're as humble as I've heard. You don't want to reveal it at all with great insight. The name of the publisher and....”

"No, I'm just trying not to make others talk about it. I'm afraid I'll bring out the Lord Melchior or Aslan."

Without noticing that Clayo's lip-splitting expression was slowly getting hurt because he had nothing to answer, Levi fell into his thoughts.

The capital's hero, Clayo Asher, was both a celebrity and still a mystery.

He rarely showed up in public places and never showed off or boasted of his ball. No, rather, he seemed reluctant to reveal his brilliance in other people's eyes.

"I thought it was a timid personality or a small fence, but the fence was... He's already as calm and energetic as an adult at that young age. He's really hard to understand.’

"Anyway, if I may judge from my short knowledge, this manuscript seems highly likely. I'm glad to do the work of making a book after a long time. Thank you for the opportunity."

"No, I'm more grateful to you for taking over while you're busy.”

Levy, who held the manuscript well in both hands, twinkled intellectual eyes, and Clayo could only think of avoiding his seat quickly.

"But he's so motivated that he'll do a good job. I'm gonna go back and pack.’

The day of departure for Tristane was already close to tomorrow.

I was on my way back with boots that Dionne had fur on the inside and made the floor not to slip.

Whatever happened, from the clerks on their way home to the store, they were swarming around the newsstand along the boulevard.

Clayo also stopped as if he had been caught. Intense headlines were shouting on the rows of evening sheets of various species.

As it was still far from the capital city, the newspapers' tone was more interesting than desperate.

"Lundane people only saw one Barg, so they probably didn't know how scary the beast was. That's why they didn't even stop students from practicing.’

The mountain beasts attacked the private house and the weather was strange, so it seemed that the order of the beast had begun.

Clay, who had to leave for the north tomorrow, was not welcome news.

Of course, the timing is a little faster, but the processing form was the same as the previous manuscript.

The beasts were buried deep in the mountains and on the edge of the desolate wilderness in the form of crushed mana stone, and they woke up with the beast after the door of Manemoshine was opened.

"It wasn't a problem that people had been digging around and processing... Everything that has been eaten by the earth for a thousand years without being able to reach the ground because it has become powder, and it is said that everything that has been eaten will be woken by the beast."

The awakening of Mazu was a crisis for the entire continent of Dernier. In addition to the rare wallpaper, you will face the beast in the middle of Lundane later.

Knights and wizards tried to get rid of the seeds before they became beasts, but it was impossible to find the broken mana stones even if they were ether sensitive.

Fortunately, the beasts had no reproductive power, so after a few years of hard work, they were caught and disappeared.

In the Dernier Continent, the Kingdom of Albion was the first country to successfully defeat the beast.

"It was originally a well-prepared country, but Arthur became a named hero all over the continent by capturing them. I know it's a necessary development, but... Oh, I hate it.’

Clayo scraped all the change from his pocket and handed it to the shopkeeper, then swept away the newspaper that was out.

"Please give me a copy of everything from there to there."

"Oh, thank you, sir! I'm worried about the beasts!"

"That's true. I'm very worried."

"But the knights are active, so they'll catch you soon!"

"I hope so.”

I really hope so.

Clayo desperately hoped that he would not use magic nor that children would struggle to kill the first.

'I don't think that's going to work, but. Whoo-woo. The country has been overturned, so the Capital Defense Wizard will be busy, and Ezra will have no choice but to stop by after the practice.’

When Clay came home from the carriage, he sat in his bedroom and read the newspaper without changing his outdoor clothes.

Among the various daily newspapers, was the most eye-catching.

In a gentle journal, a full-page article printed in five sections of illustration was published.

The scene of Aslan holding a long sword and jumping in front of the beast was described as a magnificent painting style.

Newspaper printing in this era was all black and white. On the ground, neither black hair nor black eyes were strange.

Aslan's performance was great. At this point, newspapers were not particularly telling lies.

'You said you were a seven-level prosecutor, but you're really good at catching one.’

Clayo concentrated and read every line of the article.

Even though it was not a particularly obedient style, Aslan's coldness was changed into calmness and coldness into determination.

Even his arrogant and strict nature was taken as a princely dignity to lead the Knights of Kruehl and stop the beast.

"We're going to get you one more shot right now. Thank you, but I'm nervous about Aslan coming forward.’

It was then.

Mrs. Canton, who was always calm, entered the bedroom with a rather perplexing look.

"I'm sorry I'm busy, but could you come down to the drawing room for a moment?"

"Oh, yes. What's going on?"

"The great master has arrived now. He wants to see the little master, so I hasten to tell him."

"…what? Without contact?"

The so-called "brother," Gidion Asher's eldest son and heir to the top of Asher, Vlad Asher had never sent a letter since the fall of the beast.

It was hard to guess why he came suddenly.

'New Year's phone calls were all Gideon, and he didn't seem to care much about me, why?'

"They said they couldn't contact them because they stopped by after a large-scale deal with the Empire.

Blad, who suddenly appeared, was so stubborn that he should see Clayo right away, and Mrs. Canton's temple seemed to have a slight cold sweat.

Seeing that, Clayo was heartbroken. For Clayo, it was obvious that Mrs. Canton was always friendly and kind, and that Vlad was in a great mood.

'Oh, I guess that's the only thing you see in front of your father or your hard-working partner.’

Clayo wasn't surprised at all. Blad Asher's strangely friendly personality was curious, and it seemed to be different from before and after.

"Okay, Mrs. Canton.”

With the newspaper folded, Clay moved quickly to the drawing room downstairs.

Clayo, Asher

"My brother, how are you?”

Blad, who smiled broadly and opened his arms, hugged Clay and let him go.

Clayo, reeling from random touches, managed to balance himself as he touched the centerpiece.

Last time it was practically the first time we met, so it was hard to understand the intention, but it became clear when I saw it for the second time

'It's a head start from the beginning. When did you see me?

"You seem to be doing well, too. You look bright."

Clayo was sarcastic with the meaning that your face was really shiny, but Vlad pretended to know nothing even though he seemed to understand it.

"Haha! I'm always healthy. I don't know if it's like you.”

"It's been especially cold this year, but I'm glad that the cold is gone. Is your father healthy?"

"She's a little uncomfortable in winter, as usual. Colpos is much warmer than Lundane because it's on the beach, but I'm taking care of the capital's business as often as I can.”

"Yes, thank you very much."

Gideon Asher was originally from Lundane. That's because he moved his base to Colpos while doing trade, but he lived his entire life until his marriage, so he can't come to work because it's cold.

It was Clayo who thought it would be An Bae who was trying to hand over the business to his eldest son.

But why are you bragging to me like that now?’

Mrs. Canton's tea cooled untouched.

It's not the place where Gideon's eyes go, so you don't have to pretend to have a good relationship is good. Blad's attitude was very bad, as if to look at it.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for an eye. Clayo did not necessarily make up manners or social skills.

In front of Clayo, who sat cross-legged, Vlad stuck out a box wrapped in colorful silk.

It was the size of a person's head, so I had no idea what was inside.

"I heard you're so cold. My father was very worried. Just in time, when the technical officer of the Empire of Crater, who wants to exchange the latest ether batteries with the mana stone ruby, knew he was in Lundane, he sent me on an express train."

"So?"

"I didn't give you detailed instructions as usual, but this time it's easy to know. I want you to know this."

Vlad unlatched the box without hesitation. It was all a kind of mana stone that filled it.

A Pigeon's

: Mana Stone of heat.

*Note: Extremely good]

The promise message revealed the surface of the jewels that revealed countless aspects. It was a red ruby with a very vivid color.

Clayo was a mana stone he knew.

"Before entering the dungeon, there was a nail-sized mana ruby on the bracelet that Professor Jebedy lent me.’

Even the small size was quite warm when combined with the magic formula, and this amount of mana stone ruby seemed to be enough to make a large heating pad.

It was a hard treasure, but Clay laid his flinching hands gently on his knees.

"I'm not sure there's going to be any consequently.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

That one thing is a great principle that is accepted throughout both worlds, and even the abilities the author has given him to maintain the world.

"God does it like that, much less this bad-looking man gives it to me.’

Clayo, who did not touch the mana stone, and Vlad, with a look of surprise, were observing.

Clayo opened his mouth, ignoring the dissecting gaze calmly.

"Although I don't know exactly what the market price of mana stone is, it's too high-end and too much for personal use, or waste it for a student's experiment. I don't think it's appropriate for me."

"What's the matter with your family? Even if my father is quiet, I worry about you a lot. It's my job if it's what my father has in mind."

With his eyes wide open, Clay looked at the pretentious smile that Vlad was making and the unbecoming cold eyes.

Blad was still evaluating Clay's words and actions at this moment.

You like your family.’

Jeong-jin knew that not all second cousins care about each other just because they are born under the same parents. Rather, there are many brothers who are inferior to others.

"I shouldn't have criticized you for being a bean powder.’

"I see what kind of misunderstanding you have. But I've never sent him a letter asking him for the cold or asking for mana stone."

"But my tutor, who cares about you very much, is sending me letters regularly. Did she whine in her arms? I'm worried. My father was also very concerned. You look much better after coming to the capital city than when you were in Colpos, so you can't even call me, you'really? It's a gift with that meaning, so you can't refuse it."

Clayo thought that the father, who puts his child in a faraway boarding school and only applies money, did not seem to wet his pillow with tears for his youngest son, but he was lazy to refute it, so he roughly evasive.

"I didn't know my father would think so. I'll keep in touch with you more often."

"No matter what you've done and how you've changed, my father is always soft on you, and he's particularly fond of you. He's the one who's told that there must be a lead model between the ribs instead of the red heart.”

Clay found a strange catch in Vlad's horse.

"You speak of my brother's father as if he were someone else's parents.”

"He is my father and your father, but would he be the same father to you and me?”

"Are you trying to tell me you were not fair parents? But why do you have such a big day when his business will be yours?"

"Clayo, you don't know, but he never asks for anything he needs. When you were young, when you lacked authority and money, you were fed up with it."

Gideon was born in a slum and became a great businessman by his own skill at the time, so he must have had a hard time in his youth.

But is that my fault? Why are you picking a fight with me?’

"But my father was the head of the high-bridged knights only to let you into the school, so he had to bow his head to the sorcerers and show his kindness. You think it was a fake?”

Now the feelings that Vlad is expressing are blatantly close to hostility. If Clay was really his timid little brother, he would want to run away with tears.

Vlad Asher was a young man not even 30 years old and friendly in speech, but he had a strange way of speaking.

"Well, if you're the successor to Albion's first boss, you'll have to do this to keep your business going.’

Perhaps he was raised to take over and protect the kingdom of Asher.

Given that he was a Gideon who was strict with the weak youngest, it was assumed that he had a harsher education for the wise and bold first.

"But seeing him do it, I don't think he would have been better off than he is now, even when he wasn't a stranger.’

From the eldest son's point of view, he may have hated his mother because he took her away and seemed to live more comfortably than me.

Gideon has a duty as a father to take care of his children, and he doesn't have that much responsibility.

"In addition, firstborns are often more realistic than secondborns whose parents were born in difficult times and when their family was in trouble."’

It was clear that his younger brother, who had always crouched in front of such a Vlad, suddenly shook off, his name was on people's lips, and his father was also interested and affectionate, which made him upset.

Plus, a box of premium mana stone rubies would be a facelift. It's only mana stone now, but aren't you trying to cut the buds in advance because your father might say he'll take another one out?"

Clay was worried.

It was no business, but this mansion had to be owned by himself. It was necessary to nail it down so that it would not be said otherwise later.

As usual, Clayo, who had been stretched out on the sofa without energy, sat upright. With all my heart, I turned on the promise of being late.

At that time, Clayo is never the same as "Claio" Blad knew.

Although Vlad is not an ether sensitive, he felt a bitter sense of conciliation with his brother's appearance.

"I don't know when my brother thought I was his brother."

"What, I've lost my memory.Don't you think you forgot everything?”

Blad, still smiling, reached out his hand as if to hit Clayo in the face. It did not seem to be happy or excited using violence, but it was an attitude that did not hesitate to use it as one of the methods if necessary.

A strong hand came with considerable force. Clay was not budging, only facing Blad.

Clayo, who turned on "Late," was not helpless enough to be beaten by an ether who was not even an ether.

I just didn't want to show myself avoiding it, so I endured it until the last minute.

'Fight is always half the battle. I might be weaker than him, but I have good eyes.’

Clayo's older brothers brushed their fists off his little brother's hair. I didn't really mean to hit you.

Clayo, who had been trying to lift Ether with the intention of using a magic shield, soon stopped the flow of power.

'You tested me. Your personality is worse than I thought.’

be able to use magicBut I can't believe he raised his hand so casually against his fragile little brother.

Jung-jin kicked his tongue inside.

"You've done away with all the somber habits and habits you had. You look me in the eye, you don't flinch from the movements of others, you don't look at others or cry. My father deserves to be proud."

Instead of answering, Clayo stared emotionally at his "brother." Not even a hateful expression could set fire to Vlad's anger.

I didn't know, but Clay looked very much like Gideon Asher.

"But is human nature suddenly fixed by the thought of it?"

Vlad lowered his hand and touched Clayo on the shoulder. It was not strong enough, but threatening enough.

"You're not my brother. She was innocent, but she had a weak soul."

Blad squinted his eyes as if he were digging into what was hidden under Clayo's pale, shady face.

"Your soul is strong, and you don't know fear with your fragile body. You are not similar to my brother I knew.”

"What do you mean? Did you add a hobby to the current popularity of the Code? If I'm not myself, who am I?"

I know it's good, but I'm trying to make a threat that I don't get.’

"Yes, Clay. Who are you? Unlike when you've been strange and awkward about everything in the world since you were a kid, you're like a real Gideon Asher's son."