The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

"To be exact, I'm trying to reduce the size of the fire. The inevitable flames will burn throughout the Albion."

'Well, you're not wrong. War is a disaster of fire, and paper burns well.’

This world is literally a kingdom built on paper.

Clayo was in a position to defend himself so that unexpected developments would not pop out like careless sparks and burn up the manuscript.

How he understood what he said, said Mietzs, who was sweeping his beard.

"Is that why you're holding on to this uncomfortable position?"

Mietzs judged that Clay also stayed at the banquet hall for the same purpose as he did. To understand Melchior's intention to visit the North suddenly.

At a time when the middle-aged man and the boy's eyes were significantly crossed, a narrow field window opened toward the training ground and a hand came in. The scarred hands suddenly clasped Clayo's collar.

Mietzs, who recognized the owner of his hand, did not tolerate the situation and pinched the cold back of his hand in painfully.

"Ah, teacher, are you crazy?”

It was a low voice, but there was no problem noticing that it was Arthur.

"Yeah, why do you put your hands in here and surprise people?”

"You know, Ray... Can you give me a drink, too?"

"What kind of alcohol is it on the night watch?"

"What kind of drink is a drink?"

"A drink is a drink, isn' If you get drunk and drop your sword and lose it, don't even dream about it."

"Oh, you're mean. The sword is tight."

Although the window was narrow and dark outside, Arthur could not be seen, he could hear the heavy sound of the sword as he slightly stamped his foot. It was a distinctive resonance, with Begg's sword rubbing and ringing in a Vasco-specific leather sheath.

As soon as Clayo opened his mouth, the noise of dozens of glasses hitting over the resonance of the sword overlapped. It was the sound of a rough toast and broken glasses that could not withstand the power of the knights.

Melchior, who was mixed with alcohol and fragments of glass, expressed his gratitude in a simple way.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I've never had such a happy birthday."

"It was your birthday?"

"Oh, my! I'll pour the last glass again!"

"Congratulations!"

"For the health of the Crown Prince!"

"Glory! Victory!"

"Wow!"

Since it sounds like a noise correction in the midst of a disturbance, Clayo's attention was naturally focused on Melchior even if "Tardiness" was turned off.

Arthur, who dipped into the field to his face, said something.

"Hey, hey, what are you looking at?”

"Today is your brother's birthday.”

"That's all?"

"And I'm still toasting. It's not good to spend your birthday like this."

"Huh, no. Make sure your birthday is on February 29th. There's no birthday this year. I'm just saying this to cheer up the members."

After receiving Arthur's words, Clayo rattled his head into calculation. The leap year, which falls on February 29, was a multiple of 4, and this year is 1891, so the prince's age calculation did not match.

'I'm a year short...?’

"Then shouldn't your brother be 27 instead of 28 this year?"

"I don't know, but Lady Eleanor, who passed away, said she thought her child Melchior was a year younger."

"Then do you really celebrate the prince's birthday only once every four years?"

"That's true. Anyway, you're so carried away, I thought you were using some kind of skill."

Clay replied with his head still facing towards Melchior.

"You'll find it strange not to look at him in this atmosphere.”

"That's true. When did everyone in this town become such a big fan of the crown?"

Surrounded by people, Melchior began to circle every corner of the banquet hall. The knight seemed to have his face painted so that no one would be left out.

'As expected. Once the Duke of Tristane dies, he'll be his knights.’

A tall shadow fell over Clayo's head, who was shaking the empty glass unfortunately.

Mietzs carefully closed the field, bracing himself like a dangerous beast. It was almost an animal movement.

Arthur, trying to protest, was forced to fall out of the window and retreat into the darkness due to Mietz's strict attitude.

A few seconds later, Melchior, who left the crowd, came this way.

Clayo was inwardly impressed.

I'm not kidding. Did you expect Melchior to move this way?’

Clayo also immediately turned on the Separation. The smell of alcohol came out of my stomach and I felt a little dizzy.

"Oh, why does he have to be now?"

There are too many eyes to see, so Clayo and Mietz are far from leaving the banquet hall.

Facing Melchior closely, he looked worse than usual.

As the color faded from his appearance, he became more and more like a human being, somehow giving him a creepy feeling.

In the middle of the iris, the scarlet area widened without focusing, making the eyes remaining only on the edge look more inhumane.

"Why do I feel like I'm on a yama trip today?.’

Mietzs blocked Clayo, who was weaker than he was, and slipped him behind his back.

Melchior, who saw the face of the giant man who had disturbed the road, stopped and showed a rare look of surprise.

At the same time, 'the rescue of the liver' was activated.

‘!!!’

Clinging unknowingly to the wall, Clay raised the separation function to its maximum.

Instead of the expected shock, Melchior's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

White teeth made the sound of wear and tear like the crown prince's ivory. Like a seriously wounded man, the furry brow was distorted as if holding back pain.

'What's going on?'

What kind of pain does it mean to defeat a prince who has mastered the art of hiding his facial expressions?

"Promise" responded to Clayo's question.

[Unique Skill: 'On the Rescue of Interference'

-Restriction over the number of limitations on the use of unique skillsfififi□occurrence...

- fi●fi Planned by repeatedly exceeding the number of usage limit □fi....]

It was a very broken message, but I was able to find out what the problem was with Melchior's skills.

Clayo quickly grasped the situation.

Clayo was not the target of "the rescue of the liver" just now.

As the skill unfolded, Mietz shuddered. A sodmaster who won't even be surprised at a lot of things.

[Unique Skill: 'On the Rescue of Interference'

User: Melchior Lyognan]

[Unique Skill: 'The Curtain of Secrets'

User: Michislav Davrovsky]

[-skill collision] Two conflicting skills conflict.

- Urgent [reduction] is required.

- Urgent [Seniority]fi=fi... Demand fi...]

The curtain of concealment and the rescue of the liver were met, causing widespread clashes.

The impact of the crash came as far as Clayo. He managed to hold onto the wall to avoid falling down.

Ppi-i-i-

The same name rang Clayo's ears when he first met the prince.

Despite being surrounded by so many people, the whole world is silent.

One moment, I thought time had stopped.

Soldiers still smiling with their glasses up.

gas, etc., which has lost its sway

political enemies

The pain of being involved in the world widens the gap between the lines. The smell of blood from somewhere stimulates Clayo's sense of smell.

The prince, who managed to get over the blood that had been raised, managed to pull off the balance.

The urgency that did not suit him goes away, and he always returns to the dignity of the man who has won the game.

"That's amazing. To see you here, Lord Michislav."

Melchior's words were a judgment.

a kind of conviction impossible to deny

Mietzs, or Sir Michislav, repressed his fearsome life. Clay would not have been able to keep the position without the separation.

"Do not call up titles that you have never had, degradation."

"You didn't make a promise after all, so you're not an article? That's the unfortunate legacy of the rose orchid. It was the loss of the country to lose you.”

"How do you speak as if you know what you haven't experienced in real life? At that time, Ha-ha was a baby. You can't remember anything."

"That's not true, Lord Michislav. I remember. As I remember everything I've seen since I was born."

Even though Clayo did not write an "appropriate judgment," I somehow thought the prince's words would be true.

He had a similar expression when he talked about flowers. a rare expression not belonging to a smile

For that man, laughter and affection were masks.

Between Melchior and Michislav, who were confronting each other tightly, the prince first softened his tone.

"…and you seem to believe in the importance of memory as much as I do.”

Clayo, ready to seep into the wall if he could, screamed internally. The tension seemed to squeeze my stomach.

I read it. I read it. I read it right.’

Mietz's identity, name, past, and the identity of the covenant he is investigating were revealed in front of Melchior.

"What a shame. I wanted to inherit my father's covenant one day and make you my article.”

"The covenant is not an absolute sanction. You know that."

Nevertheless, at the moment of the coronation, the covenant with the sword is more valuable than the crown. It's absolute and noble, people think. Oh, if you're here, you'll agree with that, right?

Because Melchior moved, Chell, who was standing next to Lysa, who followed him inside from the entrance of the banquet hall, suddenly looked up.

"You know what I mean....”

"Young-young should know this. A covenant is not just a just oath or a beautiful promise."

Cell's lips, which are not embarrassed in many situations, froze.

Melchior patted the shoulders of the hardened cello. It was a manner in which he vowed to know almost everything about Arthur and his friends.

Isiel is inseparable from Arthur, and twins are still young children. Chell, who is actually funding Arthur's private life, was the first link to stop Arthur.

Clayo carefully examined the situation.

'So far, I've been wondering why the prince would leave Arthur's party alone. Are you going to put pressure on the youngest?

But why, of all days, has he changed his attitude in this change? That's not the way the prince does. It is neither economical nor elegant.

Today's Melchior looked unstable and twisted. The smile did not last, but repeatedly appeared and died, and his complexion was as pale as a sick man.

Mietz intervened in the embarrassing confrontation between Chelsea and the crown prince.

"I don't think it's very reasonable for the Prince to bother a young student with vague words."

Melchior turned his attention to Mietzs by moving the tip of his arrogant chin to a minimum.

"I don't think there's much I have to hear from Lord Michislav about face-saving. First of all, just thinking about Lord Rosa Fehite desperately searching for her only son. How can you be so heartless and cut off all the news for over 20 years?"

Clayo, who had picked up a bouncing conversation, was so surprised that he looked very stupid.

Mietzs seemed to have forgotten to breathe at all forget to breathe.

What?! Mietzs was Professor Rosa's son? No, was Professor Rosa married before that?’

Melchior's bombshells have cleared many questions in a single stroke.

Somehow, when Arthur used the sword, they were all neat and tidy, and then... Of course I learned from Rosa's son. Oh, and then when you were talking about the Knights of the National Convention, did you lie down like a stranger? He's really, uh-huh.'

When Michislav stopped answering, Melchior naturally shut up, too.

But Clayo, who stood on the wall, could feel it. Arthur standing outside banging on the window.

Michislav merely conducted his colorless and transparent ether on the window frame with his hands behind him, and he calmed the sound of Arthur knocking on the door outside.

Regardless of whether the identity he was hiding was revealed or the purpose of the wanderings was discovered, he was preventing his student from being involved with a strange Melchior.

Mietz's judgment and behavior were outstanding.

Not today's Melchior. Something's going to happen.’

The white of Melchior's eyes were turning pale pink. It was because the veins burst. She looked beautiful but bizarre.

"Let's stop talking about past history. We have a future. In that sense, I was impressed by Lord Clayo, who was responsible for our future. You caught Phyton with Arthur, didn't you?”

The ball unexpectedly returned to itself.

A cold sweat formed inside Clayo's tight fist. The only drink I had earlier made me breathless by heating up my veins.

He was called by the prince himself, so it was too late to stand down.

Mietz's face, which could not be removed from the window frame or released a sword in front of the crown prince to protect Clayo, was almost gloomy.

Clayo took a step forward, resolving the standoff. Now, Mietzs was behind Clayo.

"That's right, Degradation. We were lucky."

Normally, he would have given the ball to Arthur and the children, but he didn't in front of Melchior.

'It wouldn't be a good thing if the name was mentioned here.’

"Lucky... isn't it a skill if you're lucky again? The news that your magic is on the rise has spread widely in the capital. Phyton was a very fierce and terrifying mana, and he had a very rare mana stone, right?”

"Yes, I heard it's Onyx of Bedding."

As soon as Melchior heard the name of Mana Stone, he showed complicated emotions over his eyes with strange colors. He was rarely able to hide his feelings.

Perception clearly captures the Prince's ideals. A brief conversation with him gave Clay a major clue.

'I see. The prince's real purpose was to sleep on Onyx.’