The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Lunch the next day.

Clayo first stepped into the Oval Office at his province after arriving at the duchess.

Unlike the newly added building, the fortress was medieval, with narrow windows and cold stone walls, surrounding tapestries everywhere.

Surrounded by all kinds of documents, letters and file folders, Lisa was unable to get out of her job while undergoing Clayo's treatment.

Other knights and soldiers who needed treatment sat or stood on the edge of Raisa's desk.

"I've been trying to get you to come. I had so much work to do that I did this."

"No, Sir Lysa is the deputy head of the driver's department, and you're in the middle of your busy life."

"Thank you for thinking.”

When Clayo used magic, Lysa's ankle quickly became fine. She looked satisfied as she was moving her legs around.

"This is great. It's much better than the old Mayer who's lying on the floor."

"You've been shining, and you're all better?”

"The little wizard is no ordinary thing."

"Hey, stop talking and stand in line and get treated."

In turn, Clay found out, treating injuries large and small. There were countless scars on their bodies. There were scars from the sword and the ether, but they were also torn or torn by the teeth of animals.

'Obviously, everyone's been through a lot worse than the young knights of the Capital Defense Corps. He's old.'

The experience will be a tremendous asset to them in the coming years of war. The Tristane Knights were disappointed and coveted Clayo.

Somehow or other things went wrong. Finally, the knight Trude, who was standing up after being treated at the waist, murmured.

"Oh, that's interesting. My back pain is getting better. Thank you. You're so talented, I wish I could have shown it to the Duke of Armoryk....”

The buzzing atmosphere cooled down in one fell swoop Lysa pressed the article with an indifferent look without a hint of intimidation. Trudeh looked like he was in a trance.

It was said that Theo Tristane was seriously ill, but Clayo, who didn't know what the disease was, looked at his face and shut his mouth.

"You know magic can't cure deep-seated diseases.”

"To fix it, Confucius, let me see… Didn't you go all the way to the capital the year after the crown prince's seal? But did you forget that it was no use sending a doctor or a wizard? It's only better when old Mayer takes care of it."

"But now our Duke's condition is worse than then. While the old Mayer was on the punitive expedition, uh....”

"You have to go out and have a fight to get your stupid brain better.

Several people slapped Trude's back of the head and took him out of Raisa's office.

He was defensive, seemingly unintentionally revealing what should not be shown to Clayo, an outsider.

While walking down the long corridor of nature, Clay stopped walking. I squatted down for a while in the absence of people. It was to give an excuse that I was dizzy when someone caught my eye.

As I raised "Lateness" to its highest point, the smell of a long-suffering person flowed faintly from the highest levels of nature.

It was the stench of death.

Arthur's party didn't know where the duke's bedroom was, and they never went to greet him. Deputy General Rothan said that the Duke would not meet anyone.

As a result of a piece of eavesdropping on the words of servants and servants, it has been more than five years since the duke was not interviewed. He couldn't even eat himself, so he seemed to live by magic.

In the meantime, it was clear that the state of the duke had become even more close due to the presence of the wizard Mayer on the first-hand punitive expedition.

I thought Confucius was absent, the Duke was dying, and his castle was bright. But as expected... You can't tell from the outside.’

***

The practice will be over in the day after tomorrow.

The twins chased the knights to join the hunt. Isiel and Cher were learning how to conduct ethers on the snow shoes used only by the Tristane Knights, and Arthur competed with Mietzs.

While the children had their own time after a long time, Clayo came back to the drawing room and read the newspaper in two weeks, eating a honey-stained chestnut.

Only after eradicating the Ma-su and clearing the snowy road, the daily necessities wagon came up as a peacock. There was also a string of newspapers in Jim, but few people were interested.

"Some people pick up the local paper because it's in the area, but no one cares about the central location that's being delivered by train."

So Clayo took it all up and could read it with ease.

The entire Albion seems to have been a mess for the past two weeks, and the current status of the number of deaths killed by regions has been tabulated.

"As expected, there were the most number of cases in Tristane, and there were dozens of other territories. At best, one or two were level three.’

The two-level or below-level beasts were exterminated by the Knights while circling around like territorial animals, not leaving the land they first woke up on.

Even in the territory where the Knights were not stationed, the situation seemed to have been settled without major damage with the help of the drivers of the dispatched Capital Defense Corps and the surrounding knights.

'In the last manuscript, it was like this in the beginning. But the problem got worse with the emergence of big men with huge mana stones in the depths of the surface.’

Clayo turned the papers one by one. The headlines were quite a spectacle.

Aslan's stock price had risen tremendously while Clayo was in Tristane's duchess.

'It was a mess before I came here, and now I'm flattering you.'

Aslan led the Kruel Knights to sweep the entire southeastern part of the country while Melchior led the nation in the center.

The newspaper's tone showed that Aslan, who showed courage on the front line, seemed to be hitting higher than Melchior, who was in charge of administrative affairs. Whether it was Zuleica or Aslan, it seemed to have used quite a bit of brain.

"It's administrative work. It's obvious at best that I'm not good at it, so it'll look like nothing compared to a prince who fights with a sword out. Is the championship race officially starting? Ugh.'

Clayo, who had forgotten to eat snacks and had a serious look, and Meht, a draught knight who led the punitive expedition, touched him.

"Hey, little wizard. What else are you reading so hard?”

"Good morning, Lord Meht. Let's hear from outside."

"It's news. You're saying it's the last time you've heard the news. The instructions came and we telegraphed the capital with the death penalty."

"That's right. I'm glad it's been resolved without a big toilet.”

"Phew, this is not much for rich lands. This time, we've been working on a punitive expedition and hiring mercenaries, and the roots of the pillars have been shaken. I had a lot of unexpected expenses, so the deputy manager was about to throw up. But thanks to the mana stone that we've scratched, we've managed to survive."

Tristane is a fairly rich land, but since there is no farmland, most of the food has to be brought in elsewhere, it seems that it is not easy to manage even if there is a lot of income.

"We've wiped out the beast, and that's how much compensation we need. Congratulations."

Meht, who had camped out since the first day when Ma-su was in full swing, smiled continuously to see if he was happy to return to the castle.

As Meht took his place, soldiers who stood guard at night yesterday and gained free time today, as well as knights who gathered together to the training ground after being treated by Clayo.

Trude, the mouth-watering article earlier, pointed at the newspaper illustration that Clayo was looking at.

"Oh! Is this the second prince? That's right!"

"I guess so. Trude, you followed the Crews and the Crews when you were in the capital. Have you ever met that prince?”

"I'm here. He was such a bad guy. What do you mean, you can't even compete with commoners. It's so dirty, WON. How rude of you to talk!"

Clay had to clench his teeth to avoid laughing too loud.

The knights in this hill country were pretentious. They were the ones who did not hesitate to speak ill of the royal family except for the Duke of Tristane.

Of course, they did not even know that the sin of profanity existed in the world.

"What did you say?"

"Hmmm." Do you dare to call yourself a knight? Those who don't make a promise are not knights.'

"I know! I got a commission from the Duke when I was a knight! That's enough. How do you make a promise to our country, who hasn't waved a hand on the terrace for a decade? Do you want me to take it?"

Clay had his ears on edge.

You got a commission from the Duke of Tristane? How is that possible?’

An official article introduces the king to anyone once in a lifetime. It was during the ceremony.

It was the first time that the queen or the crown prince could represent the king in inevitable cases, but the duke could serve as a knight.

Mietzs, who sat next to Clayo, gave an answer. It was shortly after Clayo quickly snatched the honey-grilled plate from the night he was eating.

"Looking at my little wizard's expression, there's something I don't know. The three duchess, who had been commissioned by King Conquest, had the authority to write articles on behalf of the king. They were all kings of their own land. But the other two princes were cut off, so only the lord of the castle, the Duke of Armoryk, had the authority left."

"Ah…."

I learned that the Kingdom of Albion was founded a thousand years ago by conquering or assembling several kingdoms, but I did not know that such a past would still have an impact.

"But it's surprising that the Duke of Kruell doesn't covet the same authority, or that he won't abolish what you have."

"Oh, good question. "In fact, it's such a wallpaper here that I'm letting the black-haired prince get his own hands on it, but it's an annual event to quarrel with it."

After answering, Mietz grinned like a naughty boy. He is a middle-aged man with a rough mouth and a beard, but when he smiles, he makes a strange gentle impression, which makes him feel like he's seen somewhere.

"Mietzs, the mouth of truth is open again, hehe."

"So what. Don't you like it?"

"No, we all like honest people."

A colleague giggled at Trude's answer. Trude seems to be the trouble maker of the Knights.

"Where do you go and be too honest to fight, or what kind of aristocrats get angry and ask for a duel?”

"The baron who came to buy mana stone was dressed up like a uncle in silk, and he was sick in a carriage and threw up. You're being condescending, aren't you?”

"That's true. A high man like a high man will treat you. Like each one of us in Armoryk, or that prince."

While the knights and soldiers were clamoring, Clayo's head flashed through the rest of the newspaper.

"Have you ever seen Melchior degradation?"

"Of course. I went to the capital city two or three times."

"How did you get to the capital? It's usually difficult."

It was a fact that I learned while staying at the duchess. The Tristane Knights were more strictly restricted in their freedom of movement than the others. Now that I saw it, it was probably because of the special nature of their "covenant."

"It's not that Tasserton is still a Confucius and Melchior didn't get his hands on the Knights, but there was a more complicated situation behind him.’

"You know, I'm escorting the lord's immediate family, and I'm getting four knights. It is possible without royal permission."

"That's why we go back to the capital city in four, taking turns carrying out Confucius. Trudeh's turn was three years ago, and Prince Baalhan was a man who looked at me with his head up.”

"That's a very noble royal family, isn't it? You sent Mayer inspiration for our Duke. If it wasn't for the wizard, how could I have gotten a job done?”

"But I'm a little scared under the crown prince. He's going to be king, so he's got the energy he can't touch, right?”

"Traden's cousin, who accompanied Confucius this time, said the same thing."

'Oh, my God. Are these people animals? Or is it because he has a simple mind that doesn't work? It's amazing.'

"Why, even the youngest prince works hard. I still watch it."

Trudeh pointed out the window.

Arthur was seen in the drawing room as he lost the Mietzs race and was running the training ground. Steam was gushing from the back.

Arthur, who was always hard-working and well-natured, was treated like a friendly younger brother before I knew it.

"When I see the youngest prince working hard, it reminds me of Prince Tasserton when he was young. He trained day and night.”

"What? But Prince Tasserton is still the best."

"Who said it wasn' But I hope you don't stay on land anymore. Your Excellency is still there, but he's always in the capital."

"It is the duty of the Crown Prince to act as the King's agent and be loyal to the King. We can do this. Why would you want to hold Confucius?"

"Still. My Confucius is a knight of the Order because something's missing? Confucius was a prince of the Kingdom of Armorik a thousand years ago, too!"

"That's right. The letter of appointment didn't come and no one forced it, but now you don't come home once a year.”

"Prince, like us, is a knight written by the Duke of Armoryk instead of the king? I'm not bound by a covenant....”

"Hey, hey."

Among them, a sensible knight poked Trude in the ribs in recognition of Clayo's existence, but the conversation quickly overheated as there were more noisy than the restraining one.

After listening silently, Clay was able to reach a conclusion.

"The blind loyalty that Tasserton Tristane sees, even these articles are strange.’

Clayo alternately recalled the contents of the last manuscript and the images of Tasserton and Melchior that he met in person in the city of Dubris.

Tasserton's attitude was too polite to think whether he was in the same relationship as Isiel and Arthur, and the relationship between the two was also thorough.

'They first met each other after Theo Tristane collapsed... Six or seven years at best?'

In the last manuscript, Tasserton committed absolute loyalty to Melchior until the end.

What the hell is going on?’