The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

"We decided to do the extraction series once a week on the weekend edition. For four weeks! The book is thin, so I think this should be enough."

As the project was completed, the voice of Gaza Dione was lively.

"It's a decent medium, and I think I've got the right amount."

"We're going to promote it on posters and newspapers and magazines. Do you have any more ideas?"

Clayo added a cool comment.

"Well, it's probably usually a promotional method for planning lighter books, so why don't we put the gift certificate in the book?"

"Huh, magic theory. You're offering a prize to a book?”

"How about a mana stone that fits the purpose of the book, not a sewing machine or a train ticket? I didn't want to buy a new one, but my family accidentally sent me a large amount of mana stone rubies. I think we can walk a couple of them as prizes."

"Sigh, by chance... Do you know the market price of Ruby?”

"I don't know, but I left it at home because I thought it would shake the market price if I released it right away."

After explaining to Dionne how he received the mana stone from Vlad, Clay briefly added what happened during the practice.

Dionne also had access to Tristane's work through newspapers and rumors, but it was clear that he did not know the role that Clay played there.

She sighed heavily despite the considerable contraction of the story.

"Was that stupid wizard you? It was a big deal! To the crown prince! It's a good thing it's been solved!

"Well, thanks to you, I found out that the prince was not invincible, but a sick, laid-down man if he abused the stigma."

"That's the conclusion that you went through? I can't tell if you're timid or bold. I was just looking at the Mana Stone market trend, bouncing the abacus.”

"Even if there is a sale, we don't expect a fall in the price of mana stone. If possible, I recommend buying it whenever there is a quantity. I think the price will go up because the number of mana-soo will increase in the price will increase. They say it's a lull now, but that's not all the magic."

Only the weakest of the current sleepers woke up. Also, low-level horsemen were more pure and less likely to carry precious mana stones.

"Mietzs also grumbled that there was no such thing as a mana to save a little girl. I think it's the same as the last manuscript. Clearly, the quality of the mana stone is better than the quality of the dungeon at the same level.’

"Did 'prediction' Sung-heun work for the first time in a while? Informal information, the Capital Defense Corps Wizarding Group has released a similar investigation. It's a disaster. I'm just not announcing the results right away.”

The brutality of Mazu may be less cruel compared to what people do, but Clayo did not hastily put such words into his mouth.

"If I announce it right away, I can understand the position of the Capital Defense Corps."

"I'm excited about the fact that I'm a vice-chief of the Wizards. I can't believe he's treated like an honorable officer.”

The source of what Dionne called 'unofficial information' was well known. Ezra Sergev, deputy head of the Capital Defense Corps' wizard team.

"If you look at someone who's disrespectful, when you need them, Lady Dionne's got a lot to do you know, she's got a lot to do.’

Dionne's eyes opened in triangular shape, as Clayo looked at the distant mountain. The fire of the attack was again focused on Clayo.

"But in the meantime, we're going to weave a mana stone ruby that can fly fireballs with your excellent double rash technology. What did you say, you're going to make a heating blanket?”

Dionne shook the design of the heating pad that Clayo stuttered and delivered. Clayo's drawing skills were like a vacation homework for elementary school students because he was a gifted child, but it was a design of harness that functioned.

"It's more like a heating pad."

"What the hell is that? [Ether active] Is it a heater that uses a T-flume wire to make a T-flume plate with a magic lunch?"

"If you don't like it, let's find another one. It's a shame we can't leave it to Grey's, but if we pay for the in-kind mana stone ruby, it's unlikely that there will be a few workshops that will reject it.”

Dionne looked as if she had raised her eyes.

"Oh, no, when did I say I wouldn't take it? So, what size size do you want to pay for Ruby?"

"We'll pay for one 4-carat for each production."

"Thank you for always using it, sir. We, the Greyhair Corporation, always do our best to meet your needs."

"How can you say that long word without twisting your tongue? That's great…."

When Clayo and Dionne's conversation on the roller coaster was about to stabilize,

"What other interesting stories are you talking about? Let me guess. Making money!”

The third prince, who always came without contact, strode into the drawing room.

"Can you say that you're getting it right?"

"Oh, you hit it! My reasoning is worth it."

"You don't have the decency to keep in touch and move.”

"Hey, be polite. There's nothing funny going on when all the traffic gets cut off. Telegrams and telephones are completely open channels."

Telegrams can be made public to the sender and the postman, and telephone can be made public to the operator. For a while, Arthur remained vigilant even though Aslan's assassin did not come.

"...I mean, in the land of Kishion, I've always sent a short message saying hello to everyone, so that there's no problem." It was all for a reason.’

Clayo, who realized that Arthur had a more thorough temper than he thought, was both commendable and secretly angry. Considering the reason why the child was not a child, it was like a dog.

"You're right. Then we still have a few more days to go back to school, so why did you bring your precious body to the capital?”

Clayo's keen eyes swept Arthur's figure.

Arthur, who had long hair and thin forehead and nose in just a few weeks, now had little left to call him a boy.

The growth felt not natural but an artificial, hard training result of training.

His hands, which were originally full of calluses, were peeled off again, and he was as ragged as a child who first caught a sword.

Clay recalled Isiel's letter that Arthur was busy with training.

"It's because Eisiel wrote it back, but did Arthur not sleep while he was doing crazy extreme challenges every day like he was on Tristane said.

It was self-evident that it was the cause of excessive practice.

"It must have been very upsetting that the Tasserton's threats were not overturned in the Duke of Tristane. Besides, Melchior killed me. Do you remember what he did? Oh, my God.'

a six-level knight without a title

The title is not visible to others, so no one will know if you don't say it, but that prince is doing his best to prove himself.

"What should I do with a man who is not worn out when he is loosened at times?"

This time, Clayo's expression cooled down. Lady Dionne was belatedly tasting Mrs. Canton's masterpiece dessert, watching the quarrel between the prince and the acolyte.

"Oh, my God! You're not listening to me! I'm here to tell you the good news. Ta-da! Look at this!"

"What is it?"

"A formal invitation from the Archbishop!"

In the envelope of the letter Arthur took out of his arms as if he were showing off his listing, the bishop's address and sentence were stamped on it.

"I can finally meet the Archbishop of Istoria! As soon as I got this letter, I took the next train!"

Clayo's arm unwound by itself. His eyes opened wide with surprise.

"Wow! (Wasn't he sleeping.

Only Behemoth, who woke up a beat late, pounded the back with his cat's feet.

***

next day

Clayo got up at 4:30 a.m. with great tension. My heart was pounding so hard that I couldn't sleep any more.

Archbishop of Regina Eastoria.

a mysterious priest who survived a century with a face just like Min San

The consciousness of living forgotten for a while pricked my stomach.

He who lived here by the will of the author is a person who is involved in the "physician intervention." The reality that this world is a story, and that it is only an illusion created under the author's pen has been painfully embedded.

Who is she and who is the author?

What is their relationship with the muse?

Can today's meeting solve that question?

Behemoth rubbed his muzzle against Clayo, who had been hanging around the doorway since morning, unable to eat breakfast in anxiety.

Clayo tried to calm himself down, sweeping the cat's back and waist, regardless of the fur being buried in his long-dressed suit.

The reception time was noon. Around eleven o'clock Arthur rented a carriage and came to pick up Clay.

"Oh, I can't believe you' Man, this is the first time I've been in and out of this house that you've been welcomed.”

"I didn't welcome you, I welcomed the invitation."

"Wow, that's too much. Don't be so grumpy! But the invitation is from me, so I have to go with the bishops."

"Yes, yes."

Six blocks from the main gate of Gungseong Fortress, by the riverside of the West Bank, was the cathedral.

The place where all the weddings and funerals of the royal family are held. The high bell tower and colorful stained glass recorded the memory goddess and her nine daughters.

Originally, there was Mount Helicon here, but when Leonid I took his place, the first sorcerer, Queen Isalt, put a cane on it, and the mountain became flat and the word of God came down.

Behind the cathedral was a row of old buildings in the monastery. The archbishop's residence was the abode of the monastery.

It was not until he got out of the carriage and was confirmed the invitation, and passed several layers of walls, doors, buildings, and the three-story building appeared. Security seemed tighter than the royal castle.

When he finally entered the reception room of the bishopric, the young investigation who had led them was dismissed, and an old woman with two white gray hair came.

Her first words were a congratulatory message for Arthur.

"Your Highness, you have not been invited. Only invitees can enter the room. Please wait in the drawing room."

"Is it true that the invitation has arrived at me?"

"Isn't the interviewer Sir Clayo Asher? Your Holiness is waiting for only one guest."

What can I do to say that?

Arthur, who shrugged his shoulders, waved his hand playfully and clapped his lips invisible to the priest.

Phew, that's tricky. Have a good date.'

After several rounds of the long corridor, a heavy mahogany door appeared without decoration. When I pushed through the door, I found a small room with a sink and a cloth.

A senior priest in his old age delivered a careful message to Clayo.

"Wash your hands here first. I'll open the door after that. When you first pay homage to the Holy Father, if he puts out his right hand, you must hold it with your left hand. Do I kiss the back of my hand afterwards? Don't put your lips together. I'm just pretending.”

Looking closely, the old man's priest's uniform was colorful instrument-shaped brooches hanging on the collar, and the color of the waistband was purple. He seemed quite a high priest.

"The Archbishop is so noble that such a high priest can serve him, right?’

Archbishop Regina Istoria seemed to be made of ice.

The woman sitting on a bed under a thousand sheets, wrapped in white and rich indoor clothes, was a person who could not feel the temperature of her body.

"But that's the appearance of a man over a hundred years old... What a fantasy world-like setting.’

He looked pale as a long-time sick man. There was an atmosphere of indifference to the world, unlike his face, which looked like he was about 30 years old.

The archbishop, who still does not age even though he has lost all his divine power, has a sense of oppression that makes him kneel down.

She was bitten out of the room by the priest who had led Clay.

"Lord Clayo is a knight of the dynasty, and what harm will he do to me?"

"But Holy Father....”

"Isn't he asking for such a long interview because I have an earnest question that only I can answer?" It cannot be heard by two people. I'll listen."