The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Although the message was familiar with the details of the 'unique skill', the content was very different. What follows is even more.

Struggling to get used to it even after going through a few times, Clayo crouched. However, the collapse and reestablishment of the world did not occur.

Instead, just as the page goes over, the son-in-law just blinked once.

Deng-deng-deng-

The two o'clock bell rang.

'The time hasn't come back.’

Clayo left the archbishop's room in a hurry. The young servant, who was guarding the hallway outside the heavy door, gasped and stopped yawning.

"Are you done talking?"

"Yes, the archbishop blessed and fell asleep again, but the condition of the dragon seems to be serious. Please call the priest."

"It's our responsibility. I'll show you around. The prince must be very bored waiting."

Regina's sudden fall asleep was common, and the way he spoke was so relaxed.

He has no idea what happened inside.

Clay was dumbfounded. There was a storm inside him, and this afternoon was absurdly peaceful.

Arthur saw Clayo, who entered the simple reception room of the archbishop, and stood up as if Yong Soo-chul were bouncing.

As soon as Arthur stepped down to prepare the carriage after the servant tightened his head, Arthur said something profane. It was a joke to hide one's worries.

"Hey, what's wrong with your face? Did the Archbishop poison your car?”

“…….”

Clay was in no mood for an answer. It was stuffy, as if something was tight inside my throat, and I couldn't open my mouth.

"Reay, what really happened?"

When I faced Arthur, there was a question like a wild fire.

It was also a question that "Clayo Asher" could never put in his mouth.

How can the safety of the whole world be equivalent to a boy's life?

If this is truly a real world, what does it mean to live as a person who is not the main character in such a world?

Also, if she really exists, how can she handle a situation in which the hardships of her life have become so severe with only a few light words and a few lines of mail that she spent a few minutes in the evening?

"What's a friendly world. A world where the value of life cannot be equal even as a proposition.'

When Arthur showed no signs of moving, Clayo forced his luck. My voice was hoarse before I knew it.

"…go. It's nothing."

Normally, he would stick together and play jokes, but he only drooped his eyebrows to see if he felt that Clayo's condition was serious.

"Then you can take the carriage. The palace can walk from here."

In the carriage back, Clay was in serious trouble.

the author who is asleep

Regina's claim that the world is being automatically described may be reasonable, considering the manuscript that has always appeared without a trace of a writer in an empty space.

Regina, or Minsan, who fell asleep after vomiting blood.

Believing in her words, the God of the world was not omnipotent, so Cleo called in Jeongjin as a proxy for God's will.

Sweet whispers that only you are special, only you are chosen, and only you can fix this world.

It didn't make sense at all.

After the first day, the family that never came to mind was revived.

Stomping on the Dongjak Bridge at dawn, he dreams of being in a coma. A dream about a world that needs oneself and wants to be passionately.

"…I can't believe you're talking like Min-san, not just anyone else.’

The appeal heard in the voice of the loved one was terrible. Like Seiren's song about to break up, or Muse's song about human tragedy.

Clayo, who had been stroking the ring as a habit, consciously removed his right hand from his left hand.

With his hands on his knees, he threw a blank stare out of the window.

Lundane's streets and people are now as familiar as life.

A maid of a house who often walks on errands, a delivery boy who drives a bicycle fluttering a worn-out pant leg, and a owner of a newspaper stand.

Clayo buried his face in his cold hands.

The conclusion was the same as when I first opened my eyes here. He had no imagination to think of all these places and characters.

Falling into this world was thought to be a coincidence that I was struck by lightning on the street. A coincidence that is neither good nor bad.

But the presence of Min-san - even remembering the few touchpoints between them - says that the person who reached the world should have been Jeong-jin from the beginning.

'Only I can do it.’

It was something I had never heard in my life.

"To find out what's going on in this world, what's going on, we need to increase the narrative intervention? More than this?'

There was nothing to wonder when I didn't know there was a secret. However, recognizing that there is a closed door creates a desire to open, or a desire to avoid.

It's too hard not to pay attention behind the door. Even more so if what is there is the truth about the nature of the world and its existence.

The enhanced ability of "memory" plays Regina's words as clearly as they are recorded. He couldn't stop turning back what he had heard, turning back, and digging into the meaning.

"Jeongjin" echoes the choice he made on a past summer day from a completely different angle.

He has two worlds.

A real world that doesn't need itself, and another real world that desperately wants it.

The last world still needed his help to survive.

What needs to be done is obvious.

Protect Arthur Rignan from danger and defend him as King of Albion.

When he actively intervened in the main character, the narrative intervention level rose. The world's technological system did not tolerate Jeongjin's attempt to distance himself from the sidelines.

I promised myself that I wouldn't do anything after the story was finished.’

What a relief that it was.

Completion of the story, "The king of the author's choice, the kingdom of the author's choice, so that the technology of the author's choice can have a future," was an unimaginable defeat.

So what am I going to be when all the narratives are filled up? Is it going to be Kim Jung-jin anymore? Or….'

As the carriage passed under the bridge and darkened everywhere, the window became like a mirror. Clayo, who was throwing unstable eyes at the window, stiffens his body with surprise.

Kim Jung-jin's face was reflected in the dark window. The face that I've seen for 32 years.

Racial, age, and appearance are different, so nothing is the same as the original self, but the original strong impression leaks out over the boy's eyes and cheeks.

Does the soul exist?

At this moment, it felt as if his dismal soul influenced Clayo's appearance.

The carriage escapes from the shadow.

What looks like a bright window is a peaceful afternoon scene, but Clayo's stirred emotional agitation does not subside.

Clayo, who almost ran out of ether due to "appropriateness judgment," and even wrote "editor authority," was terribly tired.

Soon a confused drowsiness overwhelmed his consciousness.

***

Three days later.

An emergency meeting was held between Dione and Arthur in the reception room of Asherga. There was also a behemoth on Lady's lap.

"It's been like that the whole time since Arthur took him out. They don't want to go to school even though school starts tomorrow. What's the matter? Take responsibility and do something."

"Have you ever talked about money?"

"I did! I did a lot! We have a lot of pre-orders for our books because of the big prize, and we have a lot of good news about the weekend sales of the newspaper after publishing a series of Professor Maria's manuscripts. But that doesn't work, so I'm worried that our master might have a serious illness."

Dionne flipped around, shaking off her light-green dress.

"Mrs. Canton is so worried. It looks like a young master before going to school. There's no motivation, there's no interest in the world, there's no desire to breathe and swallow food."

"…Ray, was that the way it was?"

"I didn't know, but I heard it this time. Mrs. Canton said she'd seen you since you were a child. But when I went to school, I thought I was better because I made a lot of friends. The veteran maid was about to cry... Whew."

Dionne's tone of voice made me worried about Clayo.

"I was washing the clothes I wore that day, and a bloody handkerchief came out of my pocket. You should have seen Mrs. Canton telling me that. You think of him as your son.”

"Bloody handkerchief?”

"No! It's the prince who went there with him, but why are you so surprised? You're saying you're not hurt?"

"It was a little pale, but I can't imagine blood getting on it."

"That's a ghost's job."

Arthur, who threw away all the usual exaggerated praise and trivial jokes in front of the nervous Dionne, also became a sad face.

"He didn't tell me what he talked to the archbishop that day and what happened. Did Ray have any religious experience when he was a child?”

"I don't think so. Baron Asher Jun is an atheist. When their children were born, they were supposed to be blessed by goddesses, but I know they weren't fathers who took them to celebrate every weekend."

"If the Baron was young, it would have been quite prominent."

Two generations ago, priests who still had divine power showed miracles on the continent, and people's faith in God was strong.

The current secular and atheistic rationality did not always dominate Albion.

"Everything was different when Ray's mother was alive. Ms. Telma's father, Rasca, has been a faithful believer in goddesses for generations.”

"The author, was Ray's mother a nobleman?"

"I did, but I couldn't inherit the title because my father had a strong will. Lady Telma was married despite the opposition. So 25 years ago, after Rasca's own death, the title was returned according to his will, and only this mansion belonged to Lady Telma. Mrs. Canton thought your life would have been different if she hadn't died so young.”

Arthur replied with a smiley face.

"…I don't know if I'm allowed to hear this."

"Then who do you talk to? The prince is your best friend."

"Wow woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo.”

"I can't. Be quiet for a moment today.

"Mook (Hung)."

The prince opened his dark, blue-green eyes wide, as if he had been beaten. The young man's face was a random mixture of joy, surprise, shame and guilt.

"In the beginning, do you know why the Master, who is not interested in the goddess, wanted to meet the Archbishop?"

"When I saw your father's birthday last summer, I thought he was interested in the portrait of the Archbishop of Eastoria. Looking back now, I think it was an unexpected reaction from someone I knew."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… The archbishop has been asleep for over 30 years."

"Have you informed Baron Asher Jun of Ray's condition?"

"If I don't leave for school today, I'll send a telegram. I'm your guardian, and I'm obliged to."

"Then does Ray go back to Colphos?”

Behemoth, who heard Dionne's call, tapped the sofa's seat with his tail to see if he didn't step in but didn't like the current situation.

"It's highly likely. Try to persuade the master. I have no idea why this happened."

Dionne sat on the sofa opposite Arthur and leaned over the armrest. In front of Dione, several documents were scattered, including patent registration cards.

When Arthur's eyes were on the document, Dionne gave me a slow explanation.

"The young master, who was very motivated just when he came back from the practice, designed a heating plate with a mana stone ruby. We made two in our workshop and sent one of them to Baron Asher. And then he asked me to show him the design and proof of the patent registration. I was quite impressed that Baron Asher was an ordinary parent who could be proud of his children."

"I see. The Baroness Asher Jungrado Ray... You're just an ordinary father.”

"Then what did he know? I feel bad to tell my hopeful parents that everything has gone back to square one. Well, I'm worried. You look a bit clumsy, but you're mature, and you don't give a side by side. They don't show where they're festering."

Although he always smiles, Dionne's analysis was surprisingly accurate.

A personality that always builds a wall of mind and does not let others in. a polite but secretive boy

Arthur wasn't sure if he really knew his friend, "Kleio Asher."

"But it's only in front of Arthur that he acts like his peers. Please help the master to come out again. Please."