The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

The next morning.

Early on, Clayo went into the bathroom and turned on a small gas lamp. Then he cut his hair with office scissors.

Men also have a custom of growing their hair long among the descendants of Brunen in the next country, but in Albion, it was common to have their bangs pulled back and their hair cut in the back.

It is rare for a classical lover or not of noble blood to grow his hair below his shoulders, but Clayo, who didn't know the situation at first, left his long hair alone because of the annoyance of his body.

"How could I have known that the crown prince's head was the Maginot Line of the man's head?"

It was so natural to grow a little below the shoulder line that I thought it was normal in this world.

Even after Dione corrected his mistake, he lived roughly because his appearance was not important when he was in school or military camp.

However, if you were going to go outside as you are now, it would be better to keep it out of the public eye.

Trembling. Trembling.

Good. Sizzling.

The sound of scissors was not cheerful but snapped. My head kept running between the scissors.

The behemoth, who was watching the struggle throughout the meal, snapped his tail on the floor.

"You're not half as good as Rachel. It would look better even if a rat eats it."

Clayo's corny was just as spectacular.

"No thanks. You can't see it with your hat on, so just cut it so it doesn't come under your hat."

If you cut your hair, won`t your poor cheek stand out more? A-ing."

"Is that important now?”

"Don't you feel sorry for Lady Dionne?"

The tomb looked worried about the beauty's lamentation even in the face of an urgent escape.

Clayo, who had his tongue on his head, put some water on his head, put it back, and opened his closet.

I once went to see a charity store near the mansion with my children.

It was helpful to buy some old clothes and hats to wear on the stage with the strength of Angelium twins, and a suitcase to carry them.

In a brown corduroy suit with a wrong size, the old bowler hat was pressed and the back was bent, and it looked just like a bent leg.

'Everyone's been caught, and it's all over the place, the May prom and the play. Lippi and Leticia must be sad.’

Every year, the school held a ball and party in May after the midterm exam for the first semester.

The name of the event was the May ball.

During that time, they performed student plays, and talented students performed musical instruments and songs.

I didn't know it was late in the first year, but we all had a good night last year.

This year, there were twin aspirations to put Clayo on the stage for the play, but....

Clayo shook his head and scattered the junk.

Under the current circumstances, it is unclear even if everyone can return to school, but the school event was unfeeling.

'Anyway, that's enough for disguise.’

The change jacket was laid on the bottom of the bag to make it more sloppy. In his arms, he took an important mana stone wallet, a wande, 20 100-dinar bills stored for emergency purposes, and 20 Aurum gold coins.

He added a neat suit he had left at home and an opera sun that can be folded up and down because he might have to use a busy place.

I searched my bedroom drawer for anything else.

Both Mana Stone and Ma Gwangseok were moved to the school's laboratory for a long time, and the coat of the summer garden was also placed in the dormitory, so there were no valuables in it.

The only thing worth the money was Ma Kwang-seok's abrasion paper, which was previously prepared to copy Professor Maria's manuscript.

The [Hyun] magic was used as a paper adsorbed with Ma Gwang-seok East Powder to replicate the documents below.

I put it in the bag well.

I packed a pen and an ink can, and I put paper knives and scissors in for now. All the items in the Asher mansion were of superior quality.

"The mana stone is not worth leaving at a used store in the back alley, but it's better to change this and that into money.’

Clayo carefully opened the terrace door and went out. The cold wind of dawn brushed against the empty neck.

Standing on the terrace railing of Asher's mansion, he looked back at his bedroom with lingering eyes.

I was very anxious to leave the house on my own.

"Now if I go out like this, I wouldn't have anything to say if Gideon sold me on his family register....’

Everyone will miss and miss Mrs. Canton's friendly and kind care, Gael's Triste-style dishes, and wine sellers that have been harvested from the Tristane Land.

'More than anything else, this mansion.’

If something goes wrong and becomes a fugitive who is accused of treason, it will be a dream for both senators and others, and it will be a long way to put his name on the registered copy of the Asher mansion.

Clayo was firm in his mind. This was not the time to cling to the ownership of the mansion.

He closed his eyes and developed a circle, then applied a slow-down/soundation/soundation/soundation/soundation/soundation/soundation/soundation system. The circle was small, and Ether was controlled by reciting magic names instead of Jin-eon.

As soon as the light body touched the terrace, the magic ceremony quickly went out.

Soon after, Behemoth stepped down on the floor in an elegant manner, out of proportion to his great size.

Clayo made sure once again that the memo to deliver to Chelsea was tied to Behemoth's ribbon.

'You're hanging on to it's working. All right.'

The only thing to believe now was Chelsea.

'Isiel's position too bad to get involved in this.’

When I looked in the phone book, I found that Melamid Jangwon, Isiel's mother's house, was far from the capital.

She was the biological daughter of the commander in charge of treason, if not a formal successor. It is clear that there will be surveillance, and Isiel's temper was not in line with anything like espionage.

'But she's different.’

The Camellia coffin was not far away and there was a high possibility of sneaking out. So I sent a message to Chelsea. It would be much better than alone if she was with a woman of great ability.

"See you later, then, can't."

"You take care of yourself. Chew."

The behemoth once again buried his snout and smelt on Clayo's neck as if to confirm the last. Clayo hugged a huge ball of fur to each other.

"Please come and see me. I'll get an inn near Jungang Station after 3 p.m."

"Don't worry. Don't you think the grave won't do such a thing?"

They soon left the garden, each seeping into the dark streets of Lundane.

The mailbox that receives letters from Fran often changes, which was a commercial mail office on the southern tip of the Scola district.

Clayo walked all night toward the Scola Earth. Even though he was taller and stronger than before, he was basically weak, so his soles were burning and his back hurt.

But Arthur was still caught and he couldn't sit down for this.

As it was early in the day when neither tram nor horse-riding cars would travel, they moved on foot. The private carriage was absurd. We had to reduce the number of witnesses as much as possible.

"I can't believe I'm being tracked down by both the Secret Intelligence Service and the Asher Corporation... I think I've become something.’

Lundane, who dawned whitishly, was not calm. There was quite a lot of traffic on the streets of various deliverymen and wagons that moved their luggage to the store.

I walked diligently, testing my physical limitations, but I could not reach my destination until almost 6 a.m.

The 24-hour handling center, which specializes in commercial mail, was visited by shabby-clad messengers, print shops, and store employees at any time. The advantage was that everyone was tired and didn't pay attention to others.

Among the seemingly overnight visitors, Clayo, a natural mix, moved his trembling legs to check the mailbox at the post office.

Fran's letters, which are always sent at the same time, were still received this time. The seal on the top express on the envelope was clear.

"If you look at the thick envelope, you've got the right number.’

Instead of checking the contents in a hurry, Clayo packed the letter deep in his arms and took the first tram to Central Station.

The station checked the timetable and bought a train ticket for Novantes, which left in eight minutes.

As it was not a holiday season, but an ambiguous morning time, the train to the resort was quiet. Shortly after the train left, only the snoring of one other passenger spread in the passenger car.

Only then, Clayo, who was slightly relieved, injected ether to open the letter from Fran's letter. Inside the envelope was accompanied by a letter and three photos wrapped in paper once more paper.

Clayo, who was looking through the photos and letters, bit his tongue and held back the screaming that was about to pop out.

It was an unexpected breakthrough to solve the current situation!

A square photograph of a prisoner in a Brunen uniform, a torn and completely broken flag of the Albion, and a raider running on top of the guard post were very clear.

"You don't raise black animals, but black-haired cats and gray-haired humans are very generous. This is the solution.’

It was enormous information that was reported in the letter the day before.

It was the end of the assault on a guard post at the Kishion Autonomous Prefecture by Bruneen soldiers.

"Of all people, just in time, for the first time in decades, the Bruneen side would invade the border. That's why Fran was able to find the scene without being caught.’

Take it out.

The train puffed steam as it passed under the bridge. Clayo sounded like a bell of salvation.

After leaving Lundane for three more stations, he quickly got off before leaving the metropolitan Lundane area.

The last reckless escape was also fruitful.

In the spring of his first year here, Clayo's runaway was brought to light by a train station investigation conducted by the Asher Corporation's Investigation Department.

If Clayo misjudged at that time, he was riding the train again in the opposite direction at the manned station. It was an act that would be suspicious for a station employee with a keen eye.

So this time, I chose an unmanned station. It was helpful to go to Novantes to participate in the Trinity auction and look at the list of unmanned stations.

Within the newly developed metropolitan Lundane boundary, there were several unmanned temporary stations, with people taking commuter trains to downtown Lundane.

What would you have done if you didn't have a memory?

It really was in many ways.

Most of all, it was the highlight that I actually copied the contents of the Cold War spy novel that I was devoting to as a teenager.

'It was fun when I read books, but I don't really like what I do in realistically. I'm so tired.’

be careful not to fall asleep After landing on the platform, Clayo stayed at the station's clock and train timetable and looked around.

There was no one at the station because it was an ambiguous time.

He changed his brown corduroy jacket into a gray tweed jacket, which he wore to the bathroom behind history.

Then he went back to the opposite platform and took the train to Lundane Central Station, which came in just in time.

By the afternoon, Clay was back on the Central Station platform.

I entered a grocery store across the station to see if there was a tail. While purchasing some commonly used stationery and paper bags, there was no particular sign of being late.

'I don't think anyone's following me.’

Coming out of the opposite door of the grocery store, Clay held the handle of the old bag tightly and looked around the square in front of the station.

This time, instead of tailing, the inn's customers stuck to them. It was as Clayo expected. The quickest way to find a hotel that doesn't sell is to follow a bad customer.

"You're from the north, seeing you're out of the square exit! Looking for an inn to stay! You're a member of the hospitality industry council!"

"Yes…that's right."

"Come to our Red Rooster Inn. It's close to the station and the breakfast is great!"

"Then... guide... I beg you. Before that, I'll just write a message on the station board."

"Oh, you must be seeing someone! Is she your girlfriend? Huh?

"Well, you know... It's not like that."

Clayo pretended to be a country bumpkin, and wrote the name of the inn on the station bulletin board, saying it was where Mr. Opner stayed.

The customer rushed Clayo to the inn. The visitor's footsteps were as light as a butterfly.

The arrival place was Clayo's expected inn.

It means that it was dirty, old, and there were no guests.

The subject was even paid in advance at a price 30 dinars above the market price.

Clayo silently got involved in the innkeeper's ploy. As before, the guest book has the name 'B. opener.'

"Soon, the guest who's looking for me...It's going to be here, so just send it up."

The innkeeper patted Clayo on the back, apparently thinking that he was going to meet his lover secretly.

"Keep your worries up, bachelor. Your name is Opener? If anyone comes looking for a bachelor, I'll send him up."

Clayo let the owner misunderstand. I don't know what Rachel will look like, but it was perfect if you thought it was like a date between avoiding other people's eyes.

I climbed the dusty and creaky stairs and looked for the room on the second floor.

As you can see from the fact that there were empty rooms left in this section, the inn facilities were a mess.

Unlike the passenger's guarantee, it was vaguely far from the station, the seats were crumpled, and the room with the wallpaper removed smelled stale.

It was rather a welcome environment for Clayo.

'I'm sure you can avoid the eyes of others.’

All the notes left on the bulletin board to avoid the suspicion of the customers were a sham.

Behemoth was able to visit Clayo with the smell he had buried, so he was able to set up a contact spot without specifying the location.

After this, I'm going to buy you a vineyard, not an oak barrel.’

After blocking the door with magic, Clay again scrutinized Fran's letters and photos.

In the small frame of the picture, all the elements that needed to come out were clearly contained.

The guard post on the wall of Absalom in the territory of Kishion, which has ancient numbers at the entrance, is broken after a power failure.

a thick stone wall apparently cut by knight's sword

One of the dead bodies of Brunenen's soldiers lying in the midst of a fierce battle, and one of the Brunenen officers who cried when he was captured by the knights of the wounded Albion.

'Light grey uniform, low rank, military cap and long hair. He's obviously an aristocratic officer of Brunen.'

The battle took place not between detained Kishion's knights, but between Tristane's knights and intruders who toured the barrier.

Fran only wrote, "Amazing knights in dark blue armor," but it was clear who they were.

"Bruneen's uniformed knight, Hydra's poisoner, attacked the Kishion estate post, and he's in Tasserton's hands now.’

It was a great defeat, indeed, to turn the tables upside down.

However, depending on Melchior's judgment, it was highly likely that the Duke of Tristane would destroy evidence without regard to national interests.

The case had to be announced to the world before everything was covered.

'This is the only way to clear Kishion of his first-degree treason charges.’

In my head, what Gideon was saying a day ago echoed.

"It is impossible to save Arthur unless he immediately invades the territory of Kishion from Brunnen."

But at this moment, Clayo was given the opportunity to make the impossible possible.