The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

The summer semester, which starts in April, had less to pack than the winter semester. Dionne, who was simply packing her luggage, gave a joke with a disappointed look on her face.

'What, trouble-making prince's friendly visit awakened our sleeping master. I'm a little disappointed.’

Unlike usual, Clay couldn't give her a soft answer.

Is it embarrassing to see Dionne, who gained momentum thanks to this, because he had no friends, so he was in the midst of fun, and received a lot of the same teasing.

It was the original song again, so Clayo made fun of his hand only for packing.

In fact, the term "Jung-jin" was more unfamiliar than the term "father." Because I've never had such a presence in my life.

In childhood, words were a problem.

Jeong-jin's accent was subtly unique, and the children were honestly cruel to others.

His words were not cultural, but they were far from standard accents. It was too heterogeneous to be heard from a seaside village in Namdo.

Jeong-jin became a silent student as she grew up. Although the exclusion decreased, it was also impossible to get caught naturally by peer groups. He was bent on hiding his history even from the teacher.

If the conversation continues long after his head thickened and his accent was fixed, the old scholars in the North noticed a faint hint of the Kaesong dialect in his words.

"When I look at you, you talk like a Songdo person at your school. There's a missing accent. Did any of your grandparents come down from work?’

Whenever that happened, 'Jeongjin' was an appropriate excuse, avoiding malicious but rude questions.

The horse separated 'Jeongjin' from others as an old mark. So, more desperately, I saved him as much as I could.

I went to college and got a job.

Naturally, he had a school motivation and a company colleague.

However, he did not get a chance to know what friendship was like. It was a life where people who had already died and remained on record and felt close to the characters in the book.

It seems to be consistent that Jung-jin, who lived such a life, became a friend of the main character.

It is strange and new to the world where things that are not known to be lacking are given lightly.

No, what's really strange is Arthur's attitude itself.

"We're going together because of our interests, but we act like real friends.’

However, the friendship that Arthur worked hard to achieve is at best half-hearted.

Clayo's soul and material conditions did not match, and in such circumstances, true friendship could not be established.

'In the beginning, I'm a few years old and I'm friends with an 18-year-old. Good friends are like that when you're young, and when you're an adult, you don't know anything about them."

Clay stopped thinking completely in the section, opened up the memory and closed it randomly.

Whatever. He's young or he's born with a good personality, he's very reliable as a colleague. What's the point of worrying about the future?’

I've already thought too much. If it can't be changed anyway, it was a waste of energy to think more.

* * *

The three days since the start of school have passed like crazy.

In the second grade, the inspection team and the magic class were divided, and the day of the week when there was a major intensification class was spent separately with Arthur's gang and daily routine.

Morning training sessions were also regularized, and private practice and research hours in the afternoon were also fixed, so there was no time to relax as in the first grade.

'I've heard it's going to be like this, but it's really going to be like this right away.’

Clayo, who promised to become a research student before the vacation, even achieved five levels during the vacation, so Jevedi deserved to make repairs.

Zebedee, who summoned Clay the day after school, gave him the keys to the annex for his students, as if to carry him on a thirst.

I heard that no one has used it for decades since Jebedi took office, but the annex, which was polished except during the vacation, was as clean as it was built yesterday.

'You don't like anyone interfering, so I won't set a subject for your research. Do whatever you want to do. The building itself has a permanent defense magic, so it doesn't break with any kind of experiment!'" Jebedi was elated.

The Meredith-style two-story building, built in a square shape with a middle courtyard, looked perfect for magic experiments to avoid other people's eyes.

Sighing that he happened to consider the villain Mad Scientist, Clayo found out the structure of the annex and planned to strengthen security.

There were two materials needed for it.

It was the tomb of a bishop who lived in 1875.

The behemoth, who used to take up the dorm bed and pick out the fur, said, 'You do your lab dan-dori. Don't bother the main grave,' he said, but when he mentioned the six top soldiers of the bishop, he quickly changed his attitude.

"From now on, we'll bring Mana Stones to the lab, and we'll be laying out the paper and other things that we've written, and we'll have to keep it secure from the beginning.’

The idea led to the use of 4,200 dinars in six bottles of wine. The 1875 Great Vintage bottle price increased by 100 dinars over the years.

Of course, for Clayo, that amount was not noticeable even if he went out of his bank account.

Expecting to rise every year, Behemoth secretly purchased three cases of the same wine, a total of 36 bottles, and brought them to the basement of the Asher mansion.

Half of the money was used as a bribe for Behemoth, and half of the money was to be forgotten later in life as an unemployed man.

At that time, I thought it was a year of hard work.

The only common subjects in the second year of the examination and wizard classes were history and classics, and Clay was not able to properly greet all the children until Friday evening because he missed Wednesday's history class.

Angelium twins and cello welcomed Clayo, who entered the dormitory restaurant.

All the freshmen gathered in the auditorium for a school regulation education, so the cafeteria was quiet where only the 24th graders rarely sat.

"Ray!"

"You were absent from history class, so you did something.”

"Didn't you think it was your first day of school?"

"How did you know that you didn't come to school on the first day when you were half the same as me?"

As usual, the twins, who quickly settled on both sides of Clayo, chatted.

" Arthur told me.”

"At that time, I brought it to you, a fox hunting in the land of Tristane, made of mufflers."

" Arthur told me you wouldn't be in your room.”

"I've been waiting to see you in the evening, but the dean calls me all the time and I don't come.”

"What's up with the student?"

As usual, cello took a seat opposite Clayo and the twins.

"But I'm taking the Carolingian class together. Please take good care of me for a year. We'll kill the beginners."

"Chelle, you're the one."

At that time, Arthur, who was entering the restaurant with Isiel, waved to his friends. He seemed to have heard the conversation at the table.

"Yes, me too! That one! Sign up! I did!"

Arthur's loud voice rang out at the restaurant, drawing keen attention from the students who were eating.

Clayo, who slightly turned on "Tardiness" to think, "What else is he trying to hear?" was rather surprised.

The murmur of Arthur and his friends rose throughout the restaurant, but the words were more curious than the enemy's young.

They're the core members of the 977th generation of the Year of the Goldenness.’

Arthur's behavior was the same as now when he was a beggar with a beard, but his assessment was completely different, and Clay felt strange.

Of course, it didn't last for 30 seconds among children, such as the unfortunate sentiments.

Cells grazed as they circled an empty glass of wine in front of them.

"Ah, you don't even know the alphabet of Carolingian.”

"You can learn from now on! I will take only two electives, so it's okay.”

Arthur, who took two bottles of wine from the basket to see how he coaxed the person in charge of the cooking room, filled the cello's glass first.

Soon the waiter began to take Arthur and his friends to the table.

"I'm not going to divide the Carolingian class because there are only a few students, Your Royal Highness, I can see your grades this semester."

In the second grade, the composition and allocation of classes were completely different from that of the first grade.

The combined score for two major classes was 250 points, 100 points for classics and history, and 50 points for two other optional subjects.

The total score is still 400 points, and in the second grade, he started to rank the magic and knight classes separately.

Four of the 40 students in the 977th period quit school due to various circumstances, and the number of prosecutors was 29 and the magic class was seven.

It was a welcome situation for Clayo, who had to finish in the top three in his senior year. I could have made it to the top three if I had four.

"Oh, what about Isiel?"

"Carollinger, I applied with him."

"What else are you listening to?"

"It's too long to say all of them because they're a lot of subjects."

Lippi's question was answered by Rachel instead of Isiel. It was a great list of electives that would have sounded like pride if he had said it.

"Isiel said,Sipi, join us in carolinger, then military science and math, and listen to the magic theory. I'm going to listen to the magic bullet together."

"As expected of Isiel."

"That's great."

Instead of putting a knife on the just-released white asparagus, the two twins exclaimed admiration. He looked a little tired.

Their conversation came back to Clayo's ears, but they escaped again as they came in. With these plates in front of us, there was no way I could hear the story of enrollment.

White asparagus... Steamed with butter and wine?’

The fragrant herbs and the scent of light flowers were simultaneously enjoyed by Arthur's wine and asparagus.

It was an excellent combination of thick spring asparagus with steamed wine and butter and wine with accompaniment.

savoring the rich flavor of butter, the pale acidity of wine, exquisite salt liver, and the texture of fresh asparagus, Clay took a sip of wine.

There was little sweetness, but the scent was sweet and colorful, and spring flowers seemed to bloom in my mouth.

Arthur's wine bottle had an unfamiliar name on it, but the taste was familiar. It was a non-sweet wrestling.

'Wine... it's a wrestling trochan, by all accounts. It's perfect. Oh, it's spring.

Of course, it tasted ten times better than the same kind of wine that I bought at the O-T special price wine market in the past.

After asparagus, fried pumpkin flowers filled with ricotta cheese and roasted onions and rickens were put into chicken and the skin was served immediately.

"This school cafeteria is the treasure of the country. You can call it a national treasure.’

First, when I cut the hot fried food in half, the white cheese melted gently and spread on the plate.

The texture of the crispy, moist flowers and the fresh, soft taste of cheese melted into one in the mouth.

Clayo unknowingly uttered an exclamation.

"Oh, it's so delicious....”

"Yes, it's no joke. Mrs. Charlotte's kitchen leadership seems to have become even greater after the vacation.”

"Mrs. Charlotte?"

Arthur quickly filled Clayo's empty glass and told him about Mrs. Charlotte, the school cafeteria's chief cook.

Don't you remember the first time we met? Mrs. Charlotte was taking your late meal back then. Mrs. Charlotte makes all the meals at the school cafeteria. Thanks to my connection with Mr. Thompson, I'm always getting a lot of drinks."

Clayo remembered Mrs. Charlotte, who had a strong physique, red cheeks, and always wore a head towel. Of course, Arthur's behavior was different from his own explanation.

"Is that what you're getting at? Aren't you going to rip it off?"

"Hey, you're drinking well and you talk a lot?"

"That's it."

Clay blocked further conversation and cut the chicken with a knife. It is crispy on the outside, but the inside is light pink, so you put your tongue on the perfect cooking of the remaining chicken roulette.

"There are four restaurants in the school, and the quality control is so good. Mrs. Charlotte, is there something wrong with you? Oh, you're active in attracting talent because it's an old school.’

I couldn't help but be grateful for the situation was so I couldn't help it.

The conversation between the children was completely cut off because of the similarities in people's mouths. From time to time, I could only hear the faint sound of the curry touching the plate or the glass being placed on the table.

It was then. There was a boy who ran into the restaurant with a thud. He was in the fourth grade, wearing a silk vest in his school uniform jacket, and looking at the colorful sword.

"Everyone pay attention! Listen!"

Some senior students raised their heads from the dishes in a sour manner.

"What is it, Mark?"

"Today's dinner is very delicious. I shouldn't have bothered you. If it's nothing, I'll blame you."

A student named Mark did not care about the cold treatment of his friends. It was because I was motivated to spread the news that I had just learned.

"What's wrong with the food? Listen, the magic class Gilad Eclipse has been expelled!"

The whole restaurant became quiet for a moment.

Then he said, "I knew it was him." "Again." The buzzing of "Again" rang under the high arched ceiling.