The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

"Sneak."

"Do you feel better now?"

"Pen~"

Having carefully laid down a bicycle and two boxes of champagne tied to the bicycle, Arthur sat a freshman in a nearby stump and patiently calmed his tears.

He was sorry to wipe the tears with his dirty, wrinkled, unknown handkerchief, and even requisitioned Clayo's stiff handkerchief.

"I was surprised that my bike suddenly popped out. I'm terribly sorry.”

Arthur was much more helpful in this situation than Clayo, who was restless because a little girl was crying.

"Where are you going? Do you want me to take you home?"

"No, it's okay."

"Are you gonna be okay alone? What?"

Although covered with dirt, the golden-haired prosecutor with a fine skeleton must be Prince Arthur.

Lillian wanted to get out of the situation when the prince and the beloved wizard were looking at him in a mess.

Not knowing what she was talking about, she waved away the two young men.

"It's okay, go to work. Thank you."

"Or I'll call Master Lyuba and....”

"That's enough! Go! I'm going to take a little rest and go my way."

Lillian shouted in a sulky way. At the end of the voice came an untruthful shame.

Arthur hovered around like a giant puppy trying to lick an injured child.

In front of Arthur who asked for his name, the junior student shook his head only.

He didn't seem to want to tell who he was. Clayo, who is more conscious of embarrassment or shame than Arthur, pulled the prince out.

"Come on, stop and get up. You should go to the infirmary if you are in any more pain. If you need treatment, please contact third-year Clayo Asher."

The junior nodded slightly.

"See you again, then!"

Arthur, who picked up a bicycle with two boxes of champagne hanging on, and Clayo, who dragged his bicycle slowly, began to cross the forest.

Lillian, who had his head down until their backs disappeared, breathed in vain.

"Oh, I should have given you the dean's letter....”

Lillian squeezed only the handkerchief left in her hand. My heart was beating in my head, and my heart felt feverish.

On the edge of a handkerchief made of luxurious fabric, the initials KA were engraved nicely.

"Really, newspapers were all lies.”

Lillian Bennett, 17, realized that even a thousand lines of rhetoric could not accurately describe the magic and the man who created it.

"First year or so. You're not too surprised, are you said. I wish we didn't tell you what we saw. It's annoying if she finds out.”

"I treated the wound perfectly, and just in case, I walked. I hope you didn't notice it was a liquor box."

"Oh, if you violate the ban on alcohol again, it's a disciplinary action. Don't ever get caught. I don't know if it's manual labor, if I get punished for memorizing magic again, I can't live.”

The incidents in which Clay and Arthur were disciplined in school over the past two years were all related to drinking.

Last winter, when he killed all the arches of the lamp trees while drinking and playing with ether, Jebedi ordered them to abstain from school.

Of course, the two were not willing to follow orders properly.

"Who told you to run without looking back and forth?"

"It's getting late because I was crossing the city. I'm worried that it won't happen until tomorrow.”

Come to think of it, it was even more disgusting. Even if he was treated coldly, he was a prince of a country, and he pretended to be a commoner in front of others.

"Congratulations on my birthday is an excuse, and I think you just want to drink it."

"Hey, Ray! Like you don't want to drink. Huh? It's been a while since you've been in Rio! You have a year older than me for two months, and I'll give you an older person's favor! The first drink is yours!

Today was Clayo's birthday, May 1st.

I haven't seen much of it in my previous life, and I've never seen a strange day in my life... Clayo just accepted.

No one is born by choosing their own birthday anyway.

"Oh, if you're done, you're both 19 years old. What's your birthday?"

Arthur gave a serious look on his face.

"I can't believe you're so meticulous in everything that counts your age. You're getting old all at once in the new year?"

Very rarely, Clayo flinched at Arthur's words.

It was the only part where Koreans could not abandon their habits, even though they lived without kimchi. This means that children age one year at a time when the years go by.

'Chelle's birthday is January 1st, so he's always bothering me.’

"Then it's easy to remember because we're always getting old together.”

"I'm the only one who's going to let it go, even if you lie down like that. Anyway, let's go. The kids might lose their voices waiting.”

On this day, Dionne will gather together to celebrate. Arthur was in a hurry to find the champagne he had left in the cellar seller of the Asher mansion.

Arthur, Isiel, Chelsea and the twins, and Clayo were late because they arrived in the capital just last night.

Arthur, who was teasing me with his steps, asked me casually.

"By the way, Ray. Can we go to the archbishop sometime next week?”

"…yes."

"I'll keep in touch. It's been a long time there.”

The Archbishop of Eastoria, whose condition slowly deteriorated after his early spring encounter last year, fell back into a long sleep. The bishops also closed.

In principle, the closed archbishop was not allowed to enter, but Clayo was able to meet the sleeping bishop once in the season.

It was because Arthur, who was stuck in the St. Patin Library with Isiel last summer vacation, found a way.

The almost privateized regulation that the archbishop should listen to the confession of the immediate royal family was an excuse.

The upper levels of the Lundane diocese were thrown into disarray because no royal family had confessed since the time of Queen Carmela, but they eventually granted the third prince's petition.

It was entirely possible thanks to Arthur's stock price surge.

The secularized church of Albion was a moral guide to the government and an institution of poverty. In other words, they are greatly influenced by the customs of human history.

Arthur, who destroyed the "Queen's Garden" and the "round theater" - two "remembered worlds" consecutively - was no longer an illegitimate child that the church could ignore.

Clay accepted Arthur's favor with pleasure. There was no reason not to accept it.

When one side unilaterally gives something, the other side is bound to feel indebted. Clay didn't want to implicate others in that way.

Even though he accepted a new name and birthday, he still had overlapping memories of the past.

Clayo looking at Regina Eastoria's sleeping profile was more like a ritual not to forget where he came from.

If Regina Istoria's birth record is correct, her age will reach 120.

Clayo was amazed and bizarre to see Regina, who is always asleep without eating or drinking because she is a world of magic and divine power.

Maybe more than magic.

The archbishop's high priest hinted that the traces of her divine power were maintaining her body.

Arthur's process of filing for confession is a number of steps, but Clayo always came out looking at Regina, who was asleep, for about five minutes.

Growing up, Arthur would accompany him to the bishop's bedroom and guard the door during Clayo's interview.

Like Angelium twins, jokes such as "Ray is in love with the Archbishop" were included in their mouths, but they wouldn't actually believe it.

Arthur seemed to think that the strange interview was futile, waiting for the message of God that God's deputy had left him.

Instead of correcting Arthur's misunderstanding, Clay allocated only the usual silence.

Since the opening of the amphitheater, Clay has acted as truthfully as possible. It was because they did not know when, where, and how the world would be torn apart and Arthur would be given new knowledge.

Arthur's guess was not much wrong.

Cleo was Clayo's goddess and the one who gave him the world.

The research laboratory was the style of Unica, a coastal country on the Meridian.

It is a very rare style in Albion, and I heard that a few generations ago, the dean of the university, fell in love with Unica's customs, and built it with his own money.

White columns with complex decorations, paving stones with corners, navy, turquoise, red geometric mosaic tiles with walls and floors, dark teakwood doors and doors.

At first glance, it was a nice building. Even when Clayo first moved in, the cleaning and repair were perfect.

The problem was isolation.

Clayo expressed his inner rage, thinking, 'Did you build a building that would fit in a country where the seasons are summer just because you're crazy about this nasty neighborhood?' but... Dionne and Chell, who are highly aesthetic, liked the lab quite a bit.

Anyway, winter is gone, and now it is spring.

Behemoth, who was basking in the sun, yawned in a sunny spot under the main ditch. Then he began licking the inside of his back leg with his pink tongue.

Isiel, who was looking at a cat that was shiny from the back, wiggled his hand reflexively.

It'suddenly.

The silver-plated day of beauty scissors narrowly passed over Isiel's milky neck, dressed in white silk instead of a gown on a liver chair on an emerald tile.

"Oh, my God, ISIEL, hold on me. You'll get hurt if you move."

"I'm sorry."

"Mr. nail is so seductive. I just need to trim the back of my hair a little more. Hold on.”

"No. Take your time to fill your heart."

"Haha, thank you. Then I'll trim it a little shorter today."

"It would be convenient if your hair was short because you had less time to prepare.”

"No, if the preparation time is a problem, I can stop you every morning."

"Thank you for trimming my hair once a month, but how can I owe you every day?"

Isiel responded casually to Chelsea's breathless sweet words.

Since last year, the two have been house mates. A year was enough to get used to the way a model student, Isiel, speaks.

After the grooming, he complained that he could not hear the behemoth, which was gently scratching under his chin with his hind feet.

"What? (Chelle) That's all I can do, why blame the grave?"

When the cat whirled, Dione moved.

She snapped up the patent fee settlement document she was looking at. It was such a big dream to work sitting at an outdoor table next to a cat.

As he reached out his arms on the chair, Behemoth clasped in her arms in an arrogant manner.

Dionne patted the cat's butt with a world-wide face.

"Oh, my nail, Chelsea, are you not good at it says. It looks like a very good job, but I guess it's different for Yeongmyo, right?”

Holding the scissors in a deft posture, Chell did not skip the joke, even as he leveled Isiel's bobbed hair.

"I can't believe you're a prisoner of that fat-hearted... I can't help but be jealous.”

"What do you mean, fat trick? This cute and lovely nail. Anyway, Chelsea has an unexpected talent."

"Hoo-hoo, that's a charming twist, isn't it?"

"I'm sure. Who taught such skills to the precious young love of the Tangpeth de Negee family?”

"That's also my grandmother's teaching. How to cut, how to make curls, how to raise your hair for a spring ball, how to decorate your wedding day."

Dionne opened her eyes round.

"Marie Thang Pett de Negee?"’

Dionne recalls an old lady who seems to have never had a drop of water on her fingertips in her life. With an old-fashioned carolinger accent, which has become difficult to hear in these days.