The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

"Stop eating and let's eat. The food is going to get cold."

"Oh, it's a waste if it gets cold."

"I'm going to eat quickly."

Isiel, who arranged the twins, last filled the empty chair. Clayo, who came late, seemed to be looking to see if he was hurt or sick.

Arthur, who had been eating his share of lamb meat meatballs, stopped laughing.

"You don't have to worry about being late, Ray. It's snowing a lot anyway, so the wagon won't be able to get into the machine tool until today."

"When the guards come down from the duchess at noon tomorrow, the food and daily necessities room will set up a transportation team and leave for the duchess together. According to the locals, there is a rule that mountain animals are spotted and roads are rough, so we move together in the winter.”

"If you act alone, they won't lend you a carriage. I even swore I'd never do that. The owner of the carriage, who put a child in the frozen water, was so worried."

"Even though we know we're sent from the Capital Defense School?"

"It's such a wallpaper here that it's my first time getting a trainee."

"Ah…."

Clayo looked around the children at the table. I was also convinced by the owner of the carriage who didn't know who it was.

Angelium twins, who are not teenagers but close to children, were also a combination of Chelsea and Isiel, a blond baby girl and a sly boy, who could be considered dangerous for any sane adult to take to the mountain path.

"You can't imagine that they're already double-digit, if you put their levels together.’

Chele, who was eating french fries with his hands, grumbled.

"Oh, no. It's not an easy place to spend the winter, even if it's not a hit. It's hard to put up supplies and it's hard for people to get in and out, so why is the peacock there?"

In the meantime, Isiel, who was eating meatballs neatly, replied like Siri.

"The Duke of Triesteine, like a king`s hall, was also reconstructed in the reign of King Leonid I. "There is a tradition that the first Duke of Tristane, who was a knight of the Conquest King, built a duchess in the place where he defeated Masu Morolt."

"As expected of you, Isiel! A good explanation! But why didn't they move the peacock if you already killed Masu?"

"The first Duke of Tristan was ordered to defend the territory of the North, and the citadel was already blessed by Queen Isold, so it was kept in its place a thousand years ago to reflect on its oath."

"And he's running a unique team of knights under such a good excuse. There's hardly any old guards there. They usually take the time to pick seeds out of the common people and raise knights in a very traditional way."

Arthur added a rather sharp analysis. It would have been more serious if it had not been for the beer bubble to be said, but now there was no one here to point it out.

"Oh, no. It must be quite exclusive, unlike the people from school."

"What can I do, I'm already here! Confucius gave us permission, so he wouldn't kick us out."

In the last manuscript, Tristane knights were coldly hostile to the Arthur group from the capital. They were against the knights of the founding meritorious retainer and the central aristocrats who neglected the land.

"But I'm impressed by Arthur's main character's power, so I turn to a friendly relationship. It would have been better if it wasn't for Melchior's sword, but... I don't think that's going to change unless you convince Tasserton Tristane.’

In this manuscript, Tasserton appeared to be devoting his passionate and blind allegiance to Melchior.

"Even if Arthur's power doesn't work out, they'll be able to protect the North from the development of the future, so stay well and go.’

After the meatballs, roast beef was served, and two kitchen assistants put grilled piglets on the table.

"I ordered a whole roast here!"

"Yes!"

"Oh, that's the piglet? That's incredible!"

"The skin looks so crispy."

"It looks delicious!"

On the brown, well-cooked surface of the whole roast, the oil still boiled and smelled savory everywhere.

"But didn't you say it takes more than an hour to get this ordered?”

"That's how fast it came out.”

Whi-i-i-

It was that moment.

The door of the pub slid open.

Cold air and a snowstorm of night hit the warm-up interior of the fireplace.

A man wearing an old, dirty robe approached the children's table. Under the robe, the jaw and mouth seen through the black-and-white mottled hair were solid with a square, and the air was also unusual.

Even though he was tall and had a magnificent physique, he could not hear anything from the man's steps, and a rich robe hid the sword nicely.

Clayo was nervous and ready to open the circle at any time.

'He's strong.'

Cold snow was melting on the man's robe. The man behind the fire stood up in a dark silhouette and spoke in a low voice.

"Students, that pork roast looks like the menu I ordered earlier. I'm afraid you brought me the wrong one while I was out working."

Clayo was speechless and his jaw dropped.

'No, it's so meaningful... Are you talking about roasted pigs? What is it?'

"Oh, is that so?"

When a sly chel called in an employee to ask what happened,

Chaeyoung Grand.

Arthur, who was turning against the door, dropped the fork as he looked back.

The boy was so surprised that his eyes grew as big as a flashlight. The man wearing a robe also looked at Arthur and hurriedly pulled his hood back.

Their eyes met.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"Yes…."

A middle-aged man and a young man who was in good shape were just talking with a blank face. It seemed like such a situation, in which there was no situation to argue back and forth when he was too surprised.

A beat late, Arthur roared.

"No, you disappeared without saying anything. Why on earth do you show up here?"

Then why are you here? Have you dropped out of school?”

"You don't have to beat me up! I'm going around. I'm here for practice."

"I can't believe I'm pushing these kids to a place where there's an evil spell, they've gone all the way to the Capital Defense School!"

Clayo also didn't know English, so his eyes were blind.

So who the hell is that?’

In the meantime, the two twins poked in from a strange part.

"Oh, the assignment of the practice paper was done before the first sale. The Capital Defense University never cancels its academic schedule even if there is a natural disaster."

"In addition, it would be nice if we could help you catch the beast!"

The man, who heard Lippi and Leticia, crumpled his face with an incredibly scary expression, clenched his fist and knocked on his chest. He was so frustrated that he couldn't breathe.

"Is the school still like that? Oh, you little bastards. How could these babies catch a beast with their bracken hands? Eat something delicious at home, and come out here at an early age!"

When I was treated as a child by a stranger for the first time, the proud twins of the prosecutors bounced to their feet.

"I'm not a baby.”

"It's not a brackish hand."

"Ah, who's this guy? Do you know him?”

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... So... this is my swordsmanship teacher. Mr. Mietz, these are my friends. They're classmates, and they're the previously mentioned Lippi Angelium and Leticia Angelium."

"Are you the Angelium twins? I thought they were bigger, man. Arthur, you should have written the letter right."

"I wrote it all down. You're the one who didn't read it properly!"

Eisiel, who had maintained a calm attitude despite this mess, approached a man named Mietz and bowed down.

"How have you been? I see my teacher."

Isiel's posture was impeccably elegant, with his right hand resting on the heart and his left hand on the sword. It was an example of respect to one's opponent.

Mietzs, who was scratching his pouting head, hurriedly dissuaded Isiel.

"Hey, hey, you did it again. What's wrong with you, Isiel!"

By now, Clay realized one important fact.

I was wondering where Arthur's flamboyant way of talking came from, and it's just like that teacher.’

The table, with only the remains of the two piglets being roasted, was already full of dishes without a single glass.

"So, with just one note left, you walked out of the Kishion movement and wandered around the continent? Half a year?"

"Oh, my God, I'm not a lost son, and how can a disciple wipe his teacher like that?"

"She's worried about her teacher. I was also very concerned. I'm glad you look healthy, but....”

"You're both intermediate prosecutors now. If you go to the capital school, you'll have a better teacher than me, but why are you so concerned about it?"

Mr. Mietz was a prosecutor who had invited Isiel to be taught by the Kishion Authors.

"Schleiman Kishion was the lord of change, but he was ordinary as an engineer. You said you had a new teacher for your daughter with great qualities in the sword.’

Mietz's past and history were not mentioned in the manuscript.

'No, I didn't even know his name. In the manuscript, they just call me "Teacher" or "Teacher.’

a teacher who took young Arthur as a pupil in pity of him It was Clayo who had never imagined that he would be such a character because the tone of the two main characters who remembered him in the manuscript was so fond.

"You're no different than a bully in the neighborhood.’

Considering his first meeting with Arthur, there may be a twist to the writer, Imiets. Clay still remains vigilant.

"Those who try to look strong are insignificant, but those who don't want to reveal it when they're strong have complicated reasons.’

The "understanding" of "Promise" allowed only the level of those who raised the ether to be identified, so the level of Mietzs was not known yet. However, even without the exact message, Mietz's secretions themselves were not unusual.

"Anyway, you're the teacher who raised the two best knights of the time.’

The more strong the articles in the future, the better. On top of that, there was nothing better to be friendly to Arthur.

"My father is still waiting for my teacher. The cabin is still being kept clean. You can come back anytime."

"Hey, why would I crawl in there again if it's been there for ten years? I'm old now, and I have to prepare for my retirement. I came here to have a big bite, but I can't believe I ran into you.”

"…you mean, one shot? When you stayed on our land, I thought the pay was too small, and my father was always worried."

When Isiel lowered his head gloomily, some red hair fell on his forehead. Arthur, who was looking at it, emptied his glass and spilled his words.

"What are you talking about now? Even if Isiel's father gave him money, he wouldn't give him land, he gave him an orchard, but he refused.”

"My dear Arthur, commander of the Kishion military camp, I know you're wearing old armor and clothes, and if you get a lot of money there, I don't have a conscience as a human being."

"Then, is there any money in this hillside?"

"There's an outcry."

"The death toll is coming from the south. Why here? No, I'm not complaining, but it's good to see you. Why didn't you go see the Duke of Kruell?"

Crack.

Mietzs, who emptied his share of ale, gave Arthur a hard punch in the head. It was a lightning speed.

"He's talking nonsense. No matter how good the money is, how can you work for a guy like that? And the high-bridged Knights of Kruehl, who is supported by the great support, and, uh, the black-haired prince, why do you need a mercenary?”

"So he needs mercenaries here? There's a Tristane Knights.”

"Yes, Prince Tristane has announced that he's recruiting a non-affiliated article. I happened to hear from the day I was returning from the Kingdom of Crater. In a few days, the square in front of the station will be crowded.”

"Where does the cost of hiring them come from? The central government will never apply."

"I was wondering if you were all grown up, and you still don't have enough thoughts. This is a rich territory. We don't need central support while building the Knights."

Mietz's tone was awkward, but the insight he contained was never light.

Clayo's head, who was listening carefully to the three people's conversation, turned unknowingly toward Mietzs.

'…yes, of course. Arthur's teacher can't be an ordinary person.'