The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Regina immediately denied Jeongjin's conclusion.

"□□Oh, come on. You know that. You have no imagination. You are a human being who can't settle down because you have raised only you and made a world that is only kind to you.”

It's a lack of imagination. It's a fact that I admit it myself, but when I affirmed it in that fine voice, "Jeongjin" felt as if it were on fire.

"…even if your existence was not my delusion, I don't think □□ and I knew each other that well."

"No. I knew you. Very long."

At this time, Regina's remarks create a distinction between the speech of Min-san in her memory. Regina speaks like a prophet who preaches revelations. The tone of confidence and desire is so strange.

'He was rather a low-pitched voice, and he was shy of strangers.’

Those who acted like that archbishop in the previous world were those who used to refer to the Savior as a flag of destruction that would not happen.

Clayo's skepticism did not dampen Regina's spirits at all.

"You never add your imagination to the truth. You don't swallow up the facts as a material to satisfy your low-key hunger. Because you don't have that desire, I will...fi] As editor of ▲, fiAfi….”

There was a crush on Regina's fluent words. Usually that was a matter of narrative intervention. Instead of sticking to the noise that he couldn't get rid of, Jeong Jin asked another question.

"Let's say you're not the author, and you're not my delusion. So how can you be here, how can you be that's? You keep the way you claim to be yourself, but I've become a completely different being. How do you explain this difference?”

"Because he knew me, but only read about you. The idea of putting together a net of probability just to make your place here was very encouraging. God is not even omnipotent in his own world, but even more so for the existence of the world, not his own.”

"…what? God?"

"The God of the last world here, has not experienced our world entirely."

In the incompletely broken words, Clay found a familiar word.

The last world.

In the message that appears when "Promise" is first given, it was called the "last world." All this time I thought it was just a tentative expression.

"The last world. It's all just a novel written by Moussa and a world created, and it means more than that."

"You're right. This is the world that Moussa wrote. A world where history repeats itself."

It was a random answer. Clayo couldn't stand it anymore and jumped up from his seat.

"Explain what you're talking about. Who brought you here? You're not the same guy who brought me here?”

"Oh, □□ Ah… Calm down. ▲As a natural consequence, I'm here. I came here on schedule and on schedule, and the reason you came here is because of me."

I can't hear the most important words and keep getting in the way. Jeong-jin clasped the back of the chair in frustration.

"You're the reason I'm here. You were the one who sent the message?! Did you steal his name?"

"I can't believe you stole his name. I'm also one warrior, and I'm the one who sent the first message. But even if it's because of me that you're here, I have no authority over this story.”

Regina, who admits that the sender of the mail is herself, is not the author.

Jeong-jin, who had never doubted that the "Moussa" would be the author, was shocked by the reversal of the most fundamental premise.

"How could you bring me in if I didn'

Regina bowed her head sadly.

"I've already said it, but I can't get it across to you now."

"Why?"

"Your epic intervention is still not enough. The fact that I only sent you ambiguous sentences from all over the world was also because your narrative intervention was so low at the time that I was trying to convince you that you were consistent."

"…was it your plan to send me the manuscript in the first place?"

"Yes, it all starts when you read the manuscript."

"What if I didn't read it and ignored it?"

Regina laughs softly at this moment, inappropriately.

"I thought you'd read it. It's just. You've always been like that. I've given them unfeeling kindness."

Clayo scraped his hand into his hair. The ends of my hair got tangled up and became even more messy.

His breath was stifled and his cheeks were red. Clayo's body was burning up because it could not withstand mental overload.

But Jeong-jin didn't even feel it.

Regina said hesitantly.

It was a cautious tone, as if he doubted whether he deserved such a question.

"□□Oh, doesn't this world make you feel like you need to live more? Is there anything good you can see?”

It was a question that caught me off guard.

"Jeongjin" suddenly recalled the idea of doing it in the bedroom of the Asher mansion when summer was still in full swing.

About the hierarchy between a real world that doesn't need itself, and a built world that desperately wants it.

At that time, he had already. What to leave behind and what to throw away. We don't know who created this world for what purpose.

Because I don't want to go through the pain of the whole world anymore.

The fever, which had risen to its fullest, subsides, and the stuffy feeling that was holding its breath slowly relaxes.

Clayo steps back a little and sits in the original chair. Then he answers after a long time.

His answers are faint and feeble, but they are correctly identified in Regina's ears.

"…maybe."

Understanding what Jeong Jin said, Regina smiled again.

The smile that softens the coldness of one's appearance like spring, and attracts everyone's attention.

Jung-jin clenched his teeth as if it was hitting the inside of his ribs.

He gathered his voice again and put the conversation back into orbit.

"Anyway, if you were the one who sent me a message and brought me in, you must have given me a promise."

Regina expressed her affirmation.

"Jeongjin" was not refreshing or happy at all, even though the secrets of the graduation ring that exceeded this dimension and the work messenger that cannot be switched offline were finally revealed.

"So how do I believe in the Appropriateness of this promise? Aren't you the author and lying and adjusting the results on your own?"

Regina tilted her head curiously.

"Can you tell me what it is to judge appropriateness.

How can you not know the function of "promise" if you gave it to me?”

She turned her blank stare over Jeongjin's left hand.

"It's a power that belongs entirely to you from the moment I leave my hand and put it in your hand. A promise of my everything, a ring of circles connecting the two worlds. I don't know what miracle it can do with you."

"So you're not sending me the message it's giving you, are you?"

"It's the natural function of annotation... I don't have the authority to read the manuscript, how can I know the contents of the annotation? I'm one of the nine warriors, but I can never get involved in the use of this world.”

It was still a rambling story, but one thing was for sure.

"…one of those things. Does that mean you're really Clio?"

It was a question that made me realize that it was a crazy sound even though I put it in his mouth. But Regina did not joke about Clayo's question.

That`s true in terms of technology. Clio is the name that defined and named me."

The woman who proclaims herself a muse still has the face of someone Jeong-jin knows.

In fact, the story was beyond the scope of judgment.

If you thought you were a god, or if you were in the world, you would have been treated as a weird person.

But what does it mean to argue about the common sense and rules of the world?

"So what's Cléo? How could you, not even the author, plant a man here who had your power after you?"

"You are my ▲ fi-. So the God of this world gave you my name. "Clayo," who deserves to have my "promise." I can't be more than myself, but you can be more than you, so I put my hopes on you. After all those failed attempts, you ▲fi-fi....”

Gently frowning as if it were difficult to speak, Regina wrapped her slender neck.

Clayo poured the water from the water bottle on the table and handed it to her. Regina took the cup and drank a little bit like a bird.

The afternoon was deep, and the sun went deep into the room. Regina's damaged hair shone like silver.

It was not an easy moment to get together, but Clay still had things to know.

"Then what is Melchior? He also has the scars of the muse, and he knows the truth of the world."

"Nevertheless, he has been a thoroughly subjugated man and a man here since the moment the last world was born."

Melchior answered that he was not transplanted from the outside.

"How can you do that? He's more clearly convinced of repetition than Arthur and Aslan."

Regina made Jeongjin come close because it was hard to speak even after drinking water. A hoarse, slender voice continued as if it could not be heard.

"Melkior is close to me, not you. His past is the past, and before he experienced the ‼ of the world... Cool!

Clay held the twitching Regina's back reflexively.

The two were facing each other very closely.

Even if you hide it wrong, your lips will touch each other's lips. If someone saw this scene, they would think it was a secret meeting.

Regina's breath disturbed Clayo's hair. The words between the two were scattered in the air, so she could tell him nothing.

Then I wanted to ask if there were more of the sisters under their care besides Erato and Cleo.

Regina's voice, however, did not even sound like a comma.

Clayo's heart was thumping wildly. It was hard to judge whether it was because of surprise or other emotions.

Regina blinked slowly as if she was trying to hold back from falling asleep.

Every time you try to tell me something, I'm losing my energy.’

During a series of futile attempts, the color completely disappeared from Regina's cheeks, which were still white.

There was a faint smell of blood somewhere.

Now, not sleepiness, but death seemed to strangle her. After so many untranslatable words, she eventually shut her mouth.

Regina gasped for a short time because she couldn't even breathe properly. The crushing of Regina felt more like a force to silence her than a normal sleep.

Regina, who pressed her nails tightly to her palm, shook her head with difficulty. The bent head bobbed, and the back was wrapped in a pillow. I felt like I was going to fall asleep again soon.

Frightened, Regina smiled sadly in the face of the dying.

a brief silence

Having removed her lips again, she finally spoke what Clay could hear.

"So, have you ever thought about it? What if this world is not a copy of the manuscript, but a copy of the world? What if it doesn't exist because it's written, but because it's written?"