The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Unhidden passion spouted from inside Catarina.

Chelestes, who was leaning against the window frame with his arms crossed, did not respond to his mother's accusations.

"You think I and your maternal grandmother went through a lot of trouble to waste on such reckless soldier play? It took three generations to achieve wealth, and one generation to waste would be enough!"

The Interior Security Department's investigation revealed that the Chesion land's source of funds for training enlisted soldiers was Cell.

Although it is still information that has not been disclosed to the public, Catarina, who has great connections, has learned the news faster than others and blocked all the routes that could spread the word.

Even when my daughter suddenly went out, she was such a strange girl, so I left her busy in business.

It was Sophia Lefebr, the competent accountant whom Catarina trusted, who even helped with the damn thing.

He was about to be charged with treason, so even a bold Qatari could not maintain his composure.

"Ha, how did you twist that cold accountant? It's my fault that my daughter and henchman were plotting treason behind my back!"

"The twist. He just wanted to exercise his authority to send the person he wanted to the common people."

Pair!

Unbearable Catarina slapped her daughter on the cheek.

She was able to avoid the movements of a man who had never mastered martial arts, but she just welcomed her mother to be released.

However, Catarina's hands were quite spicy.

The diamond of the ring, set in bold relief, has dug a long hole in the cheek of the cello. Blood soon sprang up.

"Do you think first-degree treason is a joke?! Testify that you made the wrong decision after being swept away by the affection of the redhead and his friend. I'll get you a guarantor. So far, Kishion himself has testified that he is responsible for everything."

Catarina has built a strong relationship with Albion's senators. Now is the time to reap what was sown, for they had given their convenience and even fed them money.

If she nods, Catarina will clear her of any charges. Whatever happens to Isiel or Arthur.

"You know, Mom. You can't do that. It's the price and weight of my honor, and that's what I have to pay.”

"Ha, honor! Did you say honor now? There's honor when you're alive. What honor is there for the seven Etencels in Liberte Square? Tell me about your honor in front of my first husband's body hanging from a street lamp!"

Catarina was already twenty-five years old when she left Carolingian. Mary's son-in-law and Cell's short-lived father was Catarina's second husband.

Cell had never heard of the details of what had happened in Catarina's life. A straight face hardened into shock.

"Mom..."

Catarina, who got up violently, unlocked the desk drawer with a hurried touch. I was so excited that I couldn't get my keys in, so I made a few mistakes.

Drop. Drop.

Catarina took a bunch of pamphlets out of the drawer and threw them over Chell's lap.

It was a monthly newsletter and a declaration of the campaign to expand suffrage published by the Violet Club.

"Do you think you've become something to go along with a tutor and get those little pamphlets and imitations of clueless girls and social movements? Without wealth, your situation would have been the same as the daughters of the other exiles. In the corner of my uncle's house, I had to teach children how to carol!"

The shoulders revealed on the black silk dress were stiff. Katarina took her breath away and swept away her disheveled hair.

"It's only status and property that drives the world anyway. It was a thousand years ago, and it will be a thousand years later. You want to play politics? You can choose the second son or third son from the right family and give him your last name! Whether it's a voting right or a gambler, you can only have it when you get married and old, so why are you making such a mess!"

Catarina's words made sense.

Married women over the age of 35 with assets of 100,000 dinars or more could have the right to vote, while those over the age of 40 with assets of more than 1 million dinars could have the right to vote in principle.

As the property was not insufficient, it was a right to get easily if anyone married, no matter who was the opponent.

But it was also a path that Rachel couldn't choose.

Only 10 years after women officially exercised their sole property rights, in fact, most of the rich women were aristocrats, and the aristocracy did not have the right to vote and run for the common people.

The hereditary status of the House of Lords was also generally passed on to the son-in-law, Daryl, rather than his daughter.

"Is there a woman who became a member of the House of Commons? There's no one here yet! Before you passed the Property Act of 1982, you were lobbying for the right to operate the hotel in your name! I don't want to live around lying, and I don't want to be anything other than myself. I chose a man who had the potential to carry out my will, and that meant that I would share life and death under my faith.”

"You didn't make a promise to the three princes?”

Rachel didn't answer.

Silence was the answer.

The alarmed Catarina shook her lips a little.

"…you're crazy.

Catarina, who had a sad forehead, stood up and approached Chelsea.

She was also remarkably tall among middle-aged women, but she had lower standards than Chelsea.

"When I lost your sister, even my tears dried up."

Dressed in a black dress, the Queen extended her graceful arms and held her only child in her arms. as if asking for reconciliation

The two mothers and daughters with the same eyes and the same hair color looked similar, making the difference in attitude more noticeable.

Katarina, who had her hair cut short and was now sweeping her daughter's back, said in a trembling voice.

"You're the only miracle I have left."

Rachel hugged her mother, who was smaller than herself. The fine blue hair, which looked like a deep night sky, was mixed with gray.

with a click

It was in an instant that things happened. Caterina, who reached out to the cabinet behind her, held her head against Chelsea, filled her daughter's neck with a subdued ball.

Even though Rachel was mature, she couldn't beat Catarina, who had lived in a state of chaos nakedness. Embarrassed by her mother's shocking confession and emotional appeal, the careless new ether was tied up.

Belle could not believe what his mother had done, so she felt for the metal ring wrapped around her neck.

A subtle gold color from the metal was illuminating the collar of the shirt. It was a T-flume. Rachel's face is distorted.

"How can you keep your eyes open when the same thing happens again? Losing a child isn't something you can go through twice in your life. Savine, Paula. Lock this mean daughter in the fourth floor cell. Don't let him get out until it's over."

"Okay, ma'am."

"I accept your orders."

Two stout maids guarding the door quickly entered the room after hearing the voice of Catarina.

Rachel pushed Catarina out of the maidens quickly. Just as she reached the doorknob, the strong hands of the maidens caught her.

"Oh, mom, really...!”

Before he could finish his speech, Rachel's eyes closed involuntarily. The long, disciplined limbs twitched occasionally.

"Go to sleep. Let's talk again. It's a good thing I put some sleeping powder on the subdued bowl. She's my daughter, but she really wants to know where that came from."

Catarina flopped down on the messy office sofa. Opened up the awakening cologne and smelled a little bit, she got up again and picked up the phone.

Once he had the blame for the incident, the next move was to deal with it.

"Yes, how are you, Judge Casovon? In addition to the deposit you mentioned the other day, the donation... Yes, I'd like to pay to the Guards under the Crown Prince. As a sign of respect for my good loyalty and the dedication of the Guards. Yes, as soon as possible."

If Melchior had pulled out his knife, he had no choice but to bow down actively as a Qatari trying to save his daughter.

"I can't believe you funded the training of enlisted men. You can't break that leg. I'm going crazy.'

The fever soared again, burning the cheeks and ears and pounding the heart. It was a symptom that had disappeared since the birth of the cello.

While writing a letter to reduce her daughter's charges as much as possible, the other hand of Catarina had to fan itself.

It was a terrible day.

***

The anxious day has passed.

Clay fell asleep like a fainting spell from fatigue in prison. I woke up in a fit of anger.

The tiredness remained the same because it was a shallow sleep, but at least Arthur was relieved that he was not threatened with serious life.

He sat on the bedroom table, then drank a thick cup of coffee, awakening his brain.

When Arthur, who was not invited, saw the terrace that often crawled up, it added to the confusion.

"Wow, woo woo woo woo woo woo woo.

A faint sigh came out of itself.

In this world, I always slept well, and in the morning, tea came out, so I forgot about it. The caffeine in coffee was a sense of forcing the nerve center to wake up.

'I feel like shit. Sigh.'

Gideon did not return to Colpos, but stayed in the capital mansion and went to work at the Lundane branch. It was obvious to keep an eye on Clayo so that he wouldn't escape.

Even during breakfast and dinner, he was ordered to come down to the restaurant and eat with Gideon himself.

This is house arrest.’

Even now, it was time for his father to leave the office, but outside the door were guards hired by Gideon. It happened 24 hours a day taking turns.

Judging from their spirit, they were not like low-level prosecutors. They followed Clayo everywhere except in the bathroom and bedroom. The mere order to rest for a while didn't even work.

"I am only following Baron Jun's orders, so please make yourself at home." Only the answers were returned.

In other words, 'No matter what you say, we have to keep an eye on you, so stop trying.'

Clayo opened the newspaper, waiting for Behemoth to return, who had been sent out on his behalf.

"I hope there's information about the current situation.’

Today's main article was by far the conclusion of a working-time reduction agreement between the transportation union and the water merchant union.

Of expressed a combination of transport, Rep. pallaeu the source of opinions than anyone else to take the lead, and the chairman of Benjamin biteuni The alliance of the people of minority political party.Thanks to a listening.

After the strike, Lundane was filled with the energy of early summer. The articles in the newspaper were all in the air. It was the case even if I looked through short stories and even boxed articles just in case.

a pain in the neck and neck.

The newspaper crumpled in Clayo's hand.

There was not a word of news about the territory of Kishion.

In the first place, it was questionable whether any of the reporters in the central area knew what was going on in the territory of Kishion.

"The entire decree has been sealed off for three days, and the commander of the Northeast Defense Forces and the lord of his own master have been detained... Even if you can't make a political engineer, you have to have a single line, like a traffic jam or a train problem! What the heck!'

Basically, Albion was a country where infrastructure was concentrated in the capital. Printouts were often taken from the capital and sent down to the provinces.

"Is the northeastern paper different? I don't have a choice. No, in the first place, any news doesn't have much influence unless it's published in national newspapers.’

The provinces could save national newspapers, but it was almost impossible to get local newspapers from the capital.

What was outstanding in Melchior's media control technology was that rather than covering someone's mouth, it blocked the source of information so that the attention itself would not be drawn in the first place.

"I wouldn't have known what was going on without a secret letter from Asher's investigation department.’

Even so, Gideon Asher had no reason to leak his information to the media.

Furthermore, even if Clayo reported the information, he could not think of a media company that would believe in groundless anonymous reports and run an article that would undermine the crown prince and his guards.

To talk.

Tok

"Moon!"

Clayo, who jumped up, quickly opened the terrace door. The nail is back.

"I couldn't! How did I get back so quickly?"

There were six stops away by tramway to the Camellia Pavilion where the cello was trapped. It wasn't as fast as possible with the cat's feet.

The behemoth, who raised his head, responded haughtily.

"I got on the train."

"Tank?"

"Yes, tram. Why don't you stay away from the bus stop and climb up the back door just before you leave?"

It was a common tip for illegal tram rides. Behemoth moved his protruding snout in an attitude of "what's wrong with that?"

"There is no way to measure your brilliance. So did you deliver the letter to Chelsea?”

"I told you. The genius of the grave smelled the grumpy one and found it. You'll have to pay a big price later to make this decrepit body crawl up to the Camellia."

"Anything that works out. as one wants I'm going to buy any wine and give it to you."

"Good resolution. Rinse."