The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

The priest looked back a couple of times to see if he was worried about the condition of the Archbishop of Eastoria, but did not disobey her orders.

There was an unnatural silence when the slow-moving old man closed the door.

It was his long-awaited private meeting with the archbishop. My body stiffened with tension.

'Even your voice... It's the same as Min-san. I'm in a foul mood.’

After receiving the Archbishop's attention, Clay came close to her.

Her facial expressions and facial expressions were completely different from those of Min-san, but her voice and face were just like her.

The shape of the nose is slightly raised, and the shape of the lower lip seems to be gently pressed down in the middle.

It was a disgusting reenactment rate.

Clayo held the hands of the Archbishop of Eastoria slightly, as the priest told him earlier. Then, he pretended to put his lips on the back of his hand awkwardly.

The archbishop's slender hands were smooth, but there was no warmth, so they did not seem to be alive.

When Clayo, who had finished his greeting, politely tried to step down, the archbishop suddenly grabbed his left hand.

Clayo was embarrassed, but he couldn't shake off the fear that the archbishop would get hurt because he was weak.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Stay still."

The archbishop's thumb, which caught Clayo, touched the index finger where the "promise" was located.

Clayo's back was dripping with cold sweat.

'You said the Bishop was a priest of great sanctity. Do you think you've noticed the promise?’

The archbishop, who had used his fingertips to make promises that were invisible to others, stopped moving. At the same time, a human expression returns to the cold and determined face of the archbishop.

Suddenly, the image of a high-ranking priest becomes the face of Minsan, which Jeongjin had known.

"I'm glad you still have it, graduation ring."

“?!”

Clayo, or "Jeongjin,"'s eyes were so wide that they couldn't open bigger.

My mouth was dry and my heart began to thump wildly.

The archbishop, who still held Clayo's hand, looked at Jeongjin with a faint smile and a longing look.

"□□How are you? No matter what you look like, you're still the same. I was able to figure it out quickly. When you're nervous, you pull your chin a little bit and close your mouth."

Clearly, the words of the first two syllables were not made into sound, just as Regina's lips were muted.

Regina, who was looking at his response, moved her lips again and again, but her lips were distorted, and the word she was trying to convey never reached Clay.

"It's so hard to call your name."

The archbishop drew Clayo's hand closer together. Then he turned his left hand upside down and bowed his head over his palm.

The thin, rich silver hair spread like silk thread across Clayo's sleeve.

As soon as the soft, cold lips touched the palm of his hand, "Jeongjin" seemed to have been struck by lightning. She moved her lips the same way several times as if to convey something.

There was no sound, but it was a horse.

The movement was unclear, but the touch was cool. I couldn't figure out what the silent word she was trying to convey meant.

However, Regina's attempt was so desperate that Clay couldn't drop his hand.

A strange feeling of foreboding rose twenty.

a word in two syllables

The oldest proper noun for Jeongjin.

'Jeongjin.'

She was calling him in an inaudible way, with a completely different lip movement from the language they originally knew.

An amazing realization came to 'Jeongjin'. Clayo's hand, which began to tremble unknowingly, was gently put down by Regina.

"□□Oh, can you believe I'm □□ now?”

"…I don't know what you mean, Holy Father."

Jeong-jin did not abandon the doubt.

Alluding to the real name of the world over there was no proof that she was a folkman. No, it was hard to be sure even if she said the name.

He entered the body of another and gained a place in this world.

Since this world was originally created by referring to the world, isn't she another person who only borrowed faces?

"I think you're suspicious of something. You're not sure because I'm the one you know, are you?

Trying to hide his possible expression, Clay faced Regina. I don't know if she's a real Min-san or not, but I could see that the Regina was quick to notice.

"To convince you, what should I say first?"

Regina lowered her lip as if she was disappointed by Clayo's sharp reaction. Even the movement was chilling because it was like Minsan and Panbak.

"Do you remember the day you ran into him in front of the office during the summer vacation in the third grade, he said he looked cool in his white military uniform? It was a time when the weather was exceptionally mild and you smelled the sea. You were tall, and you were a kind of person who could only be recognized at a glance from afar.”

Even a piece of peace on Jeongjin's face was shaken and broken.

Of course I remembered.

When I was on vacation, I stopped by the office because I had something to take off.

I happened to run into Minsan, who was supposed to take the seasonal semester.

The word that I've been brooding over and over and over and over again.

a light compliment that would have meant little

It was the only moment when I shrugged off my summer outwear, which I thought was annoying to be white.

At that time, there was no one in front of the office of the school that was on vacation.

"Also, I took a long leave of absence, so you and I had the same graduation semester. You've taken me there once after the last midterm exam. Do you remember I asked you in front of my house if you wouldn't fit your graduation ring?"

Such memories are not blurry, but so clear that they are a problem.

A white complex behind a shallow street shopping mall that stretched out to one side of Dongjak Bridge. The streets were as quiet as old, with low buildings between the trees.

On that day, Min-san was not feeling well, so Jeong-jin, who lived in nearby Sadang-dong, took her to her.

That soft autumn night.

The tall Metasequoire tree branches shook like flakes, and the well-stacked, flat-shaped building seemed to stretch endlessly.

On the night of walking one step away from Minsan, the old apartment complex felt like a maze garden.

Even though it was a multi-family house where countless people lived together, it was somehow alone when crossing the forest road where strong winds were present.

Like when asked if he would get his graduation ring, Min-san looks up at Jeong-jin.

Even though I had white hair and purple eyes, the way to make a face was the same as Minsan in my memory.

"I thought I was wrong because I didn't apply until the last day, but you looked for me after class and told me you'd wear a ring from the back of the central library.”

It was.

I didn't buy a lot after graduation, but when I was in school, the situation of "Jeongjin" was miserable, so I had to live calculating up to 1,000 won and 2,000 won per month.

Due to the situation, it was difficult to come up with a graduation ring. I could barely apply for a graduation ring after a part-time job that weekend.

I couldn't think of anyone else who knew all those trivial and trivial conversations.

Jeong-jin called her in a more relaxed tone.

"You're really □□...?”

Jeong-jin was embarrassed.

He must have called the people's names. There was no sound even though the vocal cords rang and the lips moved. The sound seemed to have been taken away by force.

I understood what had just happened when Regina called her name.

"Did you get dragged into this world like me?”

Regina shook her head little by little.

If so, there was not much possibility left. Jeong-jin's voice shook violently.

"If you weren't dragged in, you wouldn't... You were the author of this story?”

This time, Regina's head shook in a bigger gesture. It was a strong denial.

"No, not him either. I'm not the one who rewrite the world, and I don't have the ability to rewrite it. It's not my power."

Jeongjin looks at Minsan or Regina.

I've never known her well, but now I realize that she is an unknown person.

"Jung-jin" called out the function of "promise" without hesitation.

Judgment of propriety.

That's all I could look forward to now.

[—Use Determining Appropriateness.

—You can determine whether the issue is true or false, and whether the element is appropriate.

*CAUTION: 95% of the body's ether is temporarily consumed when using the function.]

Shoooooooooooooooooo.

At the same time as the "appropriate judgment" is invoked, a huge amount of ether empties out of the bowl. Following the familiar dizziness, a sense of despondency comes as if the soles of the feet are turning off.

Trying not to show off the Ether tribe, Jeongjin chose a horse.

"You have to answer correctly. Are you really not the author who created this world?”

"I am not the author who created this world."

As Regina's answer rings the space, the dazzling light of "promise" winds between "Jeongjin" and her.

Jung-jin frowned because of the brightness of his eyes. On the other hand, Min-san did not see the light, and his expression did not change.

Discriminant comes to mind where the beam of light is turned off.

[- The answer has been proved true by the Appropriateness Judgment.]

The answer came out, but the confusion of "Jeongjin" only increased. Far from reaching a clear conclusion, only new doubts have been inflated.

'In the beginning, is this really a folk product? It doesn't make sense.’

I never heard of Minsan after graduation.

For Min-san, who does not even use the common social media, only rumors that could not harm the mystery were rare.

He said he went abroad to study, and after completing his degree, he was studying in a city in Europe. Of course, I didn't mean to check the rumors.

It felt somewhat incoherent to remember such a small conversation that Min-san had had with a motive that was not a relationship until a few years later.

It would have been an important event only for Jeongjin.

He muttered to himself.

"Yes, it would be me if it wasn't him. Maybe I've really fantasized about all this.”

Regina sadly tried to grab Clayo's collar, which was loosened and shriveled away.

"It's not like that's not true.

Clayo looked down at Regina's hand, lightly floating in the air, with a temperatureless.

"If you were really her, you couldn't be this close to me. Yeah, it was weird from the beginning."

"□□Oh, listen to me. I've always wanted to be nice to you, but you considered it an insult.”

Regina's face, which raises her trembling head and looks at her with desperate eyes, is something that "Jeongjin" doesn't know.

As Jeong-jin knew in the previous world, she was a person who wore a flower crown of human kindness and indifference that had never been desperate in her life.

I longed for her. Even if she was the one who made Jeongjin suffer just by looking at her.

Nothing ever made Min-san desperate for Jeong-jin.

It was such a slovenly and messy fantasy.

The setting that the holy person with Min-san's face is desperate to himself is.

"Is this an element that the author put in to conciliate me. You brought a man here, you could've thought through it. What do you think of people?"