The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

In the distance, the boundaries of the city crumble into black and white, and the sun loses its midday clarity.

It was a familiar rupture.

Clay knew the cause of the alteration. It was the threat of Arthur's life.

My heart pounded as if to break my ribs, and my mouth dried up.

The distance between the north gate of the royal castle and the parliament was only a few kilometers away. That made me even more crazy.

What on earth is Arthur going through in the cold underground where even screaming was blocked?

'Yes, I'm not going to kill Arthur. He knows it's over when you kill him. But I'm not going to die. The fact that he's safe....’

Even the separation no longer prevented anxiety.

Clayo stormed out of his seat.

Chaeyoung Grand.

The small man slipped and his own heel fell off the car.

In the gray twilight, Melchior makes a fresh smile.

His gaze deflects Clayo and slowly heads out the window. Even the river stopped flowing into the apocalypse.

"That minister, given only to the Lord and me in the world. What kind of a joke is this?"

Yes, Melchior was right.

Even when Arthur was injured a few years ago, Isiel stopped with the world and didn't notice anything unusual.

But Clay couldn't afford to confront the prince. The compassion of knowledge and the destruction of the whole world have been volatile.

Clayo, who measured the shortest route to the basement of the north gate, was about to jump out of the window,

Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

Excitement has captured a healing magic energy that explodes into "perception," which extends to the limit.

'Who the hell... who!'

Did the earnest heart amplify the ability of promise?

The ring on the left index finger heated up and showed a blurry image of the writing before Clayo's eyes.

It was healing magic. It was only a three-level wizard, but the use of the ether was skillful.

It was a way to improve the intensity and make up for the low level by developing the law school system extremely small.

Regardless of Clayo, who was white and sweaty, Melchior poured more tepid tea into his empty cup.

"Are you going? You can step back, but know one thing. It's the first time a man has been awarded the Capital Defense Charter has been involved in treason. It will be an event that will go down in the history of the kingdom."

The sorcerer, who held the window frame with his knuckles, quickly regained his reason. It was the action of separation, which took the reins a beat later.

"If the Derney's greatest wide-area offensive wizard and the commander of the Northeast Guard had joined in and tried to create a rebellion, there would be enough grounds to put up an agenda for Arthur's deprivation of succession to the Royal Advisory Council.”

In Clayo's mouth, the fraud of his teeth wore off.

The general persuasion of the author was useless.

Not only was it not the purpose of the interview, but Melchior knew better than anyone else that all this was an excuse and a false charge.

"I'm sure it's not anyone else, but it's a craft that he designed himself.’

It's clear now.

In the first place, it was Melchior's plan that he knew of the tyranny committed by Kruel but left it out of reach of the Northeast Defense Forces.

In order to deprive Arthur of his right to stand in a contest for the throne.

How many years of planning was that?

How many failures did the plan come about in his life?

Clay tries not to be overwhelmed by that awful patience.

According to you, the investigation is still ongoing. He's involved in treason charges, but he tortured the prince, not even the mastermind.”

"Torture? That's too much, Lord Clayo. The director of the Interior Security Bureau, who was being questioned about a major issue, seems to have lost some composure in the process. You see, he killed it with a healing magic."

Melchior raises the fingertips wrapped in a smooth fabric toward the window. Like a miracle of regeneration.

That is not the case in reality. The postwar relationship is the opposite.

Melchior ordered destruction, and Arthur's resilience only brought the world back. Nevertheless, the prince's actions have deceitful persuasion.

"Look, the river is flowing again."

Before I knew it, the sky became blue again, and the river was flowing downward and toward the open sea of Memoria.

Clay does not respond to the dramatic production. That behavior is so shallow and insulting.

He pretended to be calm by hanging on to the separation. And he just called Melchior, as if to call attention.

"Down."

Melchior frowned gently on the fine Ami, not liking the calm response of the young man.

"…well, there's something suspicious about your composure. Arthur, how can he not question your coolness?"

'You look like you're answering, but you're actually changing the subject. A witness to a treason charge is something that you've thrown away earlier, and you've done more lewd things than that.’

Instead of getting caught up in Melchior's accusations, Clay got down to business.

"What on earth are you dealing with Arthur so harshly? I don't think it takes a student's testimony to figure out the size of the soldiers. And you can't help but understand that his choice was essentially to protect his country."

All of this was provocative remarks that you designed.

At the same time, I wanted to run out of the North Gate and break the prison, but in that case, Arthur would lose the right to succeed the throne of Albion.

Arthur's body cannot be damaged. But I can't make his honor shine. Clay had to save both.

In order to do so, I had to know Melchior's intentions first.

"As far as Arthur is concerned, it would be the right step to accuse the Duke of Kruell of obstructing the rightful support of the Kishion. What are you really trying to get from him.

"Are you curious?"

"It looks like you're hoping to get the pleasure of answering."

The years that have been interfering with that dreaded existence have also given Clay a kind of intuition.

Unlike the criminals who had lived with him all those years, the prince was not blessed with oblivion. Knowledge isolates him, solitude drives man crazy.

Unless he was born with great strength and determination, the crown prince could not even have performed his role.

Nevertheless, the prince, who reached his limit, had been asking Clay to "understand" from the moment he first met him.

"Aha! Yes, I may have been looking for the object of the fire all along. I'm glad your justice is so clear. Yeah, I'll answer."

It was literally the same. Under the lashes reflecting light like mother-of-pearl, scarlet eyes with a bright turquoise rim twinkled with joy.

"I'm just asking Arthur for a pledge of allegiance."

“!!!”

"I believe in her rightness, but wouldn't it be difficult to have two misunderstandings or accidents like this?”

Clayo's unfiltered real mind rose from within.

You said, "You're a son of a gun. You're making me misunderstand.’

Loyalty? It was natural not to respond.

If such a thing is done against Melchior, Arthur will not be able to pursue the throne at all.

What kind of excuse is that long when he is making unreasonable demands and tormenting people to the point where he won't die?

"Oh, don't look at me like you're a bad guy. You shouldn't blame me. What on earth could I have threatened him for? It's you. Magician Clayo Asher."

"What do you mean?"

"The boy who arrived at the North Gate first saw you getting out of the carriage being dragged into the darkness of the prison. It must have been very impressive. It helped me quite a bit as a basis for persuasion.

Clay felt a distant faint.

I can't believe he became a threat to Arthur's life and future.

Melchior's smile deepened.

"Ask yourself who you are. You have the power to drop spears from heaven and rain fire, but you do not have the obligation to make a covenant. Then wouldn't it be a countermeasure to impose a covenant on a faithful person?"

While facing Melchior with a mask of agitation, Clay finds a flush of joy in the crown of the crown prince's cheek.

'You're trying to blame me for Arthur's pain with that smoke and mirrors.’

Clay was not naive enough to be shaken by it.

If you are held back by guilt or to relieve it by picking up excuses or self-pity, then the real error will begin.

It was not appropriate under the current circumstances.

Clayo answered with a good selection.

"I can't believe you thought I would betray your country. Where did you get that clue? I am a knight of the Albion, and I will be loyal to God and to the nation at any time."

Melchior's charges against him were preposterous.

The goddess has entrusted the future of the world to this kingdom, where can she go, bound by her "promises" and duties?

Of course, it was a reason why Melchior couldn't.

"I don't doubt your loyalty. But you can understand that such a doubt is possible.”

"If you want to prove my loyalty, doesn't it make sense for you to order me to make a promise, not Arthur?"

"You certainly keep your composure better than Arthur. I am sorry to hear that, but at least in this life, I do not intend to demand a covenant by hurting your body and spirit.”

Clay was able to see the prince's intentions.

"This Life" is to allow people to enjoy freedom to gauge what kind of work those belonging to God can do.

For the crown prince, life was not an event, but an eternal cycle.

"But Arthur didn't know that, so he was able to keep my youngest brother, a high-ranking prosecutor, in a chair under the North Gate. Did you answer the question?"

Arthur threatens Clayo's safety and demands a covenant, and Clayo says he takes Arthur hostage instead to tie his own arms.

Melchior tried to create a structure that makes Arthur and Clayo strangle each other's throats the more they are for each other.

'Even if the plan fails, I can get data on how I or Arthur will behave in this situation… Based on that, I'm trying to come up with a more clever plan next time. absolutely inalienable’

Suddenly, the prince, who suddenly turns his head, looks into the air where dust floats under the light that returns again. as if waiting for some sign

But there is no sign. There is still silence.

Melchior sighs sadly.

"…I've given her a great opportunity to do your best, but I don't think she's determined to prove her sincerity with a pledge."

Sensing a faint hint of contempt on Clayo's face, Melchior smiles calmly.

"Isn't the blame wrong, Lord Clay. Arthur's suffering comes from God. You must be the messenger of God who is present only for my brother. Whether the arrival of a lion is a blessing or not, it cannot be determined by human methods."

Melchior remembers the night of his arrest.

The sight of a colleague being taken in by security agents with bare feet covering his eyes and ears shattered the courage and calm of his determined youngest brother.

It was the first incident.

Seeing a hero's face turning pale with pain and fear, helplessness and self-doubt, sadness and anger.

"Even if it's a tool of God, it's a tool that plays a different role depending on its use.’

Melchior, who is living his ninth life, is pleased with the existence of this wizard.

sheer friendship that never existed in Arthur's life until now a fragile corner where the protagonist is not well-guarded

"I'm so happy about this moment. So far, there's no one in her life who can be intimidated by a price tag. Her colleagues were either dying or trying to live for a great cause, so even if each other's lives were falling, they wouldn't change their minds. They were rather proud of their courage not to fear death. For example, the daughter of the exiled noble."

It was a past that I could fully guess even as Clayo did not know the contents of the pre-Eighth period.

It may have been the events of the past life that led to the rewriting of previous manuscripts, which were not left in the eighth period.

'That's an item of blackouts that can never be changed.'

The children were all gathered of their own will, so they would have regarded their will as more important to survive, not the lives of their fellow men.

No one would be happy to live in the world, even if they were saved at the risk of treachery.

Therefore, Melchior no longer wants to conciliate Chelsea, Isiel, Lippi and Leticia.

And then you waited.

They spend a lot of time searching for 'changing items' that they can't guess how many lives they've had.

Melchior does anything to break any given condition. His conscience is devoid of discipline. The taboo of murder and brother murder is not in the way.

That terrible repetition has brought down a man of deep will and clarity to this point.

Clayo sighs.