The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Thanks to the magic that was triggered by the use of mana stone ruby, the consumption of ether was slow, and it was not enough to lose consciousness yet.

'Not yet, you can't let go of your mind today.’

Now, both Grendels have clung to Arthur. One with a split back was eaten alive by a magic fire while rushing with both legs and neck cut.

Not only did Clayo's magic burn the mercury of Begg's black mana, but it was like pulling.

"It's the truth. That's....’

Clay felt blurred vision. Very briefly, I was disconnected, and I repeated to come back sharply.

Unfortunately, the flames of the sword slowly began to fade as Arthur faced the last one, Grendel.

Clayo's magic wasn't the only thing that worked.Arthur's ether residue was also far short.

Grendel, who could not even reach the sword at first, finally clenched Arthur's sword with both hands.

Ma-soo saw that Arthur, who cannot write [the circle of advance], could only attack directly.

Grendel, whose flesh is all melted and bound with a bone-only body, could not write [Lee Hyung-hwa] or [the circle of advance], but he still did not lose [hardening].

Arthur, who pushed the sword instead of pulling it, also wrote [hardening], and pushed Grendel with his shoulder.

Cuwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Two ethers of energy struck and exploded.

When Clayo's vision was turned off and returned, Arthur and Masu were facing each other at the edge of the room where the wall had disappeared.

The wind blew and shook Arthur dangerously.

There was so much blood that Clay couldn't beat dizziness.

He was already maintaining the circle solely by willpower. Because when that faint flame went out, everything was over.

Grendel and Arthur, tangled like one body, began to fall into the air, wrapped in the black mercury that Masu had spilled through his bones and flesh.

All the stars in the sky disappear, and the ground that has stepped on is deformed. Clay sees such a fantasy. as vivid as the real world

"No…!"

My mind is blank.

The world should not have been dissolved here.

I couldn't even think of the author's meaning.

Only Clay didn't want it.

Even the separation did not drive this despair into the realm of the audience.

At that moment, he was neither an editor nor an adviser to the author to gauge the consistency of the narrative.

Just, just.

[-Increases user narrative intervention.

Cumulative rate: 36%]

Clayo's small face, soaked with blood and tears, was lit by a "promise."

[- The unique skill 'Diegesis' is activated to meet certain conditions.

- The expression and number of 'last year descriptions' are not fixed.

- The gist of the 'last description' is written in the manuscript. The activation of the 'last year description' is likely to violate the internal consistency of the work.

*Warning: If internal consistency of the manuscript is severely compromised… The narrative structure disintegrates... Danger…]

As is often the case with the Rignan brothers, 'promises' failed to send a full message, and the letters scattered with lost meaning.

The complicated meaning of the text passed through Clayo's blurred vision.

However, the meaning of the warning was clear even if it was not finished.

It was the same as Editorial Authority.

Clayo's attempt to touch the content must deteriorate the manuscript. in some way or other

[-Will the user be allowed to invoke 'landscape description'?]

In the midst of predictions of catastrophe, the message of 'promise' shines carelessly.

Clayo had no choice.

He has to nod his head.

Regret is only possible after this night when the world remains.

[Unique Skill: 'Final Description'

- Expression Form: Resonance of the Axis

- In the ether domain of the Protector, the hero gains this ability.]

Next, Clayo's message was a little different from usual.

It was not visible to the eye but heard through the ear.

"God's honorable love comes to the earth when he shares his sincere intentions with those deeply involved in the safety of the world.

Clay was hard to understand what he heard.

Until the golden ether rises again in the darkness of the air, and recreates the form of sunrise.

Before Arthur's true self, it was the adrenal golden letters that came to Clayo.

[6 Level Examination]

Title: - ]

The roar and vibration of the castle were transmitted to the knees.

Cuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Arthur rose into the air with his undisturbed body movements.

For a moment, I thought he was flying.

It was the case even though he knew that he used the sword that he had put in the outer wall of the castle as a support and used the rebound to fly his body.

"That's weird. I'm incredibly light.”

Arthur recited to himself as if his body was unfamiliar with vitality.

"I think I can do anything right now, and I can understand anything. I can't believe that was the answer.”

Arthur's knowledge, strange realization, may be the aftereffects of skill. But no matter what method he used, Arthur lived, didn't he?

"Come on…."

Clayo's head tilted in relief. The loose hair spilled over his face. The clothes scattered on the floor covered the blood from the vomit. Arthur didn't realize Clayo's condition.

"Ray, did you do this? I've never seen such magic before. Really, completely."

The boy laughed even though he was torn, injured, wet, and crushed. As if to bring the day back, a bright and clear smile colored the face of the boy who was alive.

It was a life that Clayo saved.

And it would be a new life that made me live.

"It's… click!"

"Don't overdo it. You can answer slowly. Just, just wait a minute.”

At least one thing was clear.

'...it's not magic.'

A strange sense of despondency and dexterity pressed down Clayo's limbs heavily.

The prince was defended by a light that was many times brighter than the flame he first held for Arthur.

Like Arthur, the bones of Grendel, who clung to the outer walls of the castle and climbed up again, were no longer a threat.

Cooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!

Wearing the shadowy magic of Clayo, Arthur's first attempt was triggered.

Blacks poured like flames and burned Grendel. It was far above the level of six.

In the fire caused by the resonance of the fortress, Masu screamed his death.

After all the ethers had evaporated, all that remained was a few scraps of bone. Originally the owner of this bedroom, it was the bone of the Duke of Tristane.

Clayo, who had maintained his circle in a state that would not be strange even if he lost consciousness at any time, was also discouraged.

The magic stopped and the darkness returned.

I was out of breath and my heart was pounding.

There was a ringing in the ears and blood in both the throat and the mouth, but he did not faint anyway.

Someone raised Clayo, who was slapped on the stone floor where the carpet was torn and exposed cold. My head was throbbing under the rough touch.

The nosebleed, which had barely stopped, flowed down again.

Unable to clean the blood, Clayo managed to lift his eyelids.

His opponent was Tasserton Tristen.

Tasserton, whose left arm was deflected in a strange direction and still didn't stop bleeding, dragged Clayo to Melchior's side in that state.

"What…?"

"Cure the hypothermia. Let's do the magic again.”

Confucius cut his throat on Grendel's fingernails and couldn't even speak properly. He also did not seem to be in the right state of mind.

Tasserton's injury was much more serious than Melchior, who seemed to be unconscious due to the overload of skills.

"It's too much. There's no ether residue. And the state of respect rather than degradation....”

Good!

"Cure it."

Clayo blinked slowly, unable to believe the texture of the blade, which had melted into Masu's body fluid that touched his carotid artery.

Now I wanted to lie down whether this guy killed himself or not.

I was terribly tired.

"What are you doing, Lord Tasserton?"

Arthur came to them in a moment, but it was too late to take off Tasserton, who had already overpowered Clayo and put a knife into the vital point.

Clayo's cheeks and chin, which Tasserton caught, were a mess with dried blood. The eyes where the tears were frozen were as dark as the blood.

Arthur was newly gained strength in not see how a friend to death that he regretted what he did. Nevertheless, the boy used superhuman patience to build up his polite speech.

"Take down your weapons. The wizard of this castle will be able to see you. You don't look seriously injured, so if you wake up....”

"Your Majesty is not asleep."

As if responding to Tasserton's voice, Melchior's fingertips were convulsed. The fingers that had been multiplied as if trying to grab something were held in a strange twisted state.

Clayo managed to squeeze his strength into a bite. As the vocal cords rang, the sensation of Tasserton's sword penetrating the skin became clearer.

"What do you mean?"

"He is suffering. You can't wake up like that. Those nightmares and convulsions are beyond our imagination."

"If it's that serious, shouldn't we leave it to Mr. Mayer, who is not a student like me, but a medical expert?"

"He can't do it. He's too weak."

Information about Melchior, which has been received so far, is fragmented in a head that seems to have become a mess.

Melchior's unique skills are accompanied by additional features.

It is a force that can hold even the eight-level ethers, but at the same time it has a terrifying aftereffect.

If you violate the number limit or experience a conflict during use, the aftereffects will become serious.

It is such a nightmare that the prince even says with his own mouth, "The pain of a golden fly circling the blood," and the driver may lose his reason with worry.

"…it's not the problem that it's going to go crazy, but how could it not go crazy so far?"’

Clayo felt like he was going crazy.

The inspiration of Mayer is level three, but it was clear that he was a wizard skilled in medicine, given that he had kept the Duke's order until now.

If such a man's magic doesn't work for Melchior, it would be the same if he were a very high-level wizard.

"It doesn't work well, so you have to hit the strongest one.’

Clayo's magic was more than the author's correction. On top of that, he even wrote Mana Stone, which is rare.

No, maybe the point is a double rash with a mana stone.’

If it had not been necessary to have a double rash, he would have attracted any wizard to treat him. However, the higher the ether level, the higher the resistance to Melchior's skills, so it was understandable that it was not easy to supply and demand manpower.

As tiredness reached its peak, a strange calmness came to Clayo, as if his body and mind were separated. He sat on the ground where the bones of the peacock were scattered, and even put a knife into his neck.

The office calmness, similar to what one would taste after 96 hours of work a week, moved Clay instead of reason.

Slang, well, go for it.

Unable to sit down, he found the fastest way to lie down.

"I don't think my magic alone will work. Please give me the Mana Stone Onyx."

"You don't have to do that, Ray. I'll get someone."

"It's okay. If you're using mana stone and not my ether... It'll work out somehow."

Clay to answer Arthur didn't look all right at all.

Even though the ether is almost worn out and the whole body is covered with wounds, Arthur still has the arms accumulated in his limbs and body.

If Tasserton, whose breathing became irregular, had a chance to win even if there was a level difference.

The muscles throbbed with unruly strength in the ragged shirt.

but.

Clayo's crotchless neck seemed to be cut off if Tasserton moved the sword incorrectly.

Arthur took all the patience he had, and endured this moment again.

It was the most miserable of all the patience that had been exercised in his short life.