The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

The new girl who took care of Melchior's mother, Mrs. Eleanor... Not anymore. It's not even an exhibition, but the new girl won't be wearing a military uniform.’

Clayo's knowledge of the Eighth Bridge was no longer an accurate guide to living in this world.

I didn't want to know that this way.

Ha-ha, the last manuscript didn't describe Melchior using the secret police methodology this blatantly.’

This is an overly modern method of hauling.

"Only secret police have emerged in a country where the overthrow of the system has never happened... It's ridiculous/’

It was the contradiction and error of the protagonist's fate that only the result existed without cause. Is that what's happening in a bigger range now?

Bethna's tone became more softened as to how she interpreted Clayo's reaction.

"If you refuse to summon, you can be considered a conspirator of first-degree treason."

Of course, the content of the speech was not like that at all.

It didn't matter that Besna was only a three-level wizard. Even a senior engineer or a senior wizard cannot ignore her subpoena if she has a status, family, or friendship and is bound by honor.

"Of course I'll leave the choice to you. Please behave wisely."

Bessna didn't even bring a subdued ball. If Clayo escapes by magic, he will be a traitor who can be summarily disposed of.

After opening the envelope, Clayo could see a brief summons with the seal of the acting king.

"Asking for the summons of a witness for the first-degree treason charges of his own masterpiece, Schliemann Kishion.’

This thin sheet of paper was a more rigid constraint than any physical constraint.

"I don't know what's going on, but I'll accept the summons because it's an order from the Crown Prince."

Leaving the bed, he took the behemoth off his knee.

"Meow, ask other friends to take care of your meal today."

Behemoth, who was struggling not to fall, licked his cheek as if he sensed something from Clayo's usual way of speaking, and then stepped back.

"…EwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwowThat tone is embarrassing, but I understand the situation. I'll try to find a way to get to the main grave."

Behemoth replied with quite a stern answer, but it was the sad cry of a cat that lost its owner.

Wearing bare feet, slippers, and coats on his pajamas, Clay was caught by armed soldiers with both arms and taken to a carriage without windows.

It seems like four hours have passed since he was brought in, but no one looked into the cell where Clayo was trapped.

The underground bars were about 10 centimeters above the ground, dimming the light outside.

'…it looks like a normal prison.’

The terrifying Northern Munjiha, which he had heard of as a rumor, had much better facilities than the prison of the 19th century, which he roughly.

The prison wall, which was built when Absalom II regained the royal family with his return to the dynasty, was a stone wall with a sense of time.

Unmatchedly, a brightly lit light bulb hung from the ceiling.

'If you keep that light on all the time, it's going to work. Why are you so modern?

Since early last year, major areas of Lundane have been supplied with electricity 24 hours a day. I heard that it was possible to improve the mining environment of the mine by utilizing T-Flume parts and increase efficiency of development.

"It was amazing that electricity was installed in the royal castle before the Royal Opera, because of the interrogation room facilities.’

Although it was difficult to see with the naked eye because the lights were bright, the ether of the T-flume was also active at the boundary between the wall and the ceiling.

It was hard to know exactly what the ceilinged T-flume functioned because it was not grounded and engraved with a magic meal.

Clayo sat on the mattress of a poor iron bed and looked again into the already familiar cell.

The thick iron door was locked. The windows for sending in meals or monitoring inside were also closed outside.

On the other side of the bed, there was a sink with a faucet, and next to it was a tub with a lid.

The floor was a clean new tile. Unlike the usual dry room of Albion, the bathroom had a drain on one side of the floor.

They were all strangely clean.

At the head-up "Late," the sound of water flowing in the water and sewer pipes buried on the floor, and the sound made by the heating pipes buried in the wall behind the bed were detected.

'I'm sure you're out of count here.’

What's going on?

The first basement floor, where Clayo was trapped, was near the northern gate of the palace, and it was seen as a special room inside the prison.

All that was given was time, so there was enough room to look around and feel. The basement was deeper.

Down here, at least two more floors. Also, a large amount of activated T-plum… The smell of fungus, excrement... And it smells like blood.’

Even this cell felt blood splattered all over the handle and the floor and erased.

The cell floor has been wetted to make it easier to clean blood and dirt.

Clay felt a chill and raised the function of Separation.

"The number of cases of liver failure is limited and the limitations are terrifying skills. I'm not going to abuse it anyhow, so it's all physical abuse.’

Without a stronger separation, we could not have dealt with it calmly.

I never dreamed that I would realize in this way that the degree of narrative intervention has been increasing little by little by little.

"…Melkior, what kind of knowledge does that crazy man gain in his life and work in such a modern, controlled way?’

The activities of the Secret Intelligence Service must have been a completely new and unfamiliar way for the Albion people.

However, it was not an unfamiliar operating format for Clayo, who has memories of the previous world.

"In the last manuscript, Melchior never lived in the 20th century. But how can you think of using media politics or secret police in a long time?’

Problems that I didn't think of because I didn't have a way to get answers randomly pop up from the bottom of my memory that I had covered up.

The god of this world could read about the other world. So who knows if Melchior could have looked at the same thing?

"I can't ask you what you know. Whoo.'

Clayo's body on the bed tilted itself. In this state, just sitting still made me feel discouraged.

"Even though he is a low-class aristocrat, Schliemann Kishion is now quite famous. Since he is sincere, humble, and competent, he is highly regarded among the lords of the changed army.’

The first-degree treason that the boy prince was worried about when Clayo joined Arthur was also a legacy of King Absalom II in Albion.

"Lastly, the first-degree treason was already committed in Queen Carmela's A royal authority can be enforced only by powerful kings. The acting king has little justification for summary execution of his own work without trial.'

Clayo fixed his arms as he grasped the body that was about to hang down.

"If I remember the past history, Melchior would know that Kishion himself would be the first to stop Brunnen... You can't touch Arthur, and you're going to ruin the country.'

But if Melchior wants to win the crown of Albion, the country must remain.

The purpose of this night's arrest was unclear.

The goal could not have been to execute the Kishion, or to make Brunen easy to invade.

I had to grasp the true intentions of the prince.

That was why Clayo did not escape this prison immediately.

Although he was searched and robbed of his mana stone purse and wande, he did not fill his overpowering mouth and the door was also locked with an ordinary latch without magical deterrence.

Be wanted for treason is misalignment of the entire course of history is also an issue, but it chased a bigger problem is that Clay some way to behave because it would be good.Had measured it.

The morning sunlight, which is reflected by fragmented pieces under the light, drifted over the tiles as time went by.

The church bells rang in the distance. It was seven times.

with a rattle.

Iron grating. Tang.

The bars of the iron gate came undone when the bell stopped ringing.

Entering the cell, it was Beth or Driscoll with a piece of bread and a tray of water cups.

"Did you have a good night, Lord Clayo?"

One of the navy blue uniforms that I saw early yesterday followed Beth Na and left a stool and went back to the door.

"First, have breakfast."

What kind of rice is this situation?

I didn't think I could get over it. Clayo sipped water with a tray on his lap.

'I'm a little distracted by the cold water.'

"I don't think I was in a position to spend a comfortable night, Mr. Driscoll."

Besna's mouth rose from under her head when she received the bright light of the light. The corners of his mouth are smiling, but his eyes are cold as he only moves his eyes and looks up and down.

"Oh, I never dreamed my name would be known to you."

"There is no secret in the world. He leads a loyal and powerful organization, so you know better than anyone else."

Clayo threw the speculation into the bait. There was a tremendous possibility that the head of the secret intelligence department, an "enthusiastic believer in the Crown Prince," which Rachel had mentioned before, would be Beth Na.

Bessna, who curled her lightly colored lips higher, took a cigarette case out of her arms and lit it naturally.

It was a tacit consent.

'Really... is this the head of the Secret Intelligence Service?'

It was also not listed in the previous manuscript.

Now, the sun has drenched itself to the feet of the bed, avoiding Bethna's heels. In the soggy air underground, the smoke of blue cigarettes spreads out.

"That's right. There's no secret in the world. More so with our royal princely and his loyal intelligence services.”

Bessna pulled the lid off her silver cigarette case and held it out for Clayo. Somehow, he became more friendly than at first. He picked up a piece without hesitation.

Toothpick.

The match was pulled out and sucked into the fire.

The last time I smoked was when I was in the military, but I was not aware of the long void that was engraved with habit. It was easy to light a cigarette even though the body changed.

Bethna's mouth moved once more. It was an expression of some surprise.

For a while, the two seemed to quietly savor the smell of cigarettes… In fact, it was a little different.

Is it because there's no filter? Why is the cigarette so heavy?’

I drank and sucked a cigarette deeply not to lose in the fight, but I felt like my bronchial tubes were being used.

Living in Lundane, where the air is clean, my lungs felt sore and stuffy after a long time.

However, if he waited here, he would not be able to face the current vague confrontation, so Clayo held back his cough.

Toothpick.

I stepped on a cigarette on the floor casually and pulled the string of Beth Na.

"I assigned you a special room to get some sleep before morning, but I'm afraid you haven't slept well."

"I tend to cover my bed."

When a young man with a tall, delicate skeleton, and a laborless hand says that, despite his polite tone, it sounds arrogant.

Even more so if the young man's last name is Asher. Bessna personally preferred this kind of human being.

It is quite fun to tell young people what pain and obedience are for living with only the good things of the world.

"I wish you hadn't asked me to just hold on.’