The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

"If the process of taking away what seems to be given makes sense, then to me the logic of this world is wrong. You will never agree with me because you are God's will in human shape.”

Melchior's way of speaking is still elegant, but it is anger that seethes underneath.

Clayo replied, "I want to jump out of the window right now and run away."

"I am given some truth about the world because of the unpredictable events of God, but how can such a grand formula be justified to a mere creature?"

Melchior, who was rubbing ink with his left hand that stained the tip of the glove, suddenly finds out that he has raised his flesh and slows down the momentum.

"I have no intention of exerting any power on you now. But the next time we're presented with the Capital Defense Medal, we can make sure that the treaty is included in the process. "Thanks to the virtue of human learning through experience and knowledge."

Every medal is awarded only once in a lifetime for each kind.

So that was a declaration promising the next life. I guessed about the thorough cuckoo, but it was even scarier to hear it.

"No, there's no next life!’

Crawling into his pants, Clayo slipped his sweaty hands into his pants.

Now, the separation was also a limit. It wasn't because I was hit by a unique skill. It just happened to prevent Clayo's psychological shock.

"Then I'll let you know later how I'm going to impose my duties as a knight. Go away."

"Then, Arthur....”

"Didn't you hear that? I'll clear all the charges. I'll send you back right away. So, will Arthur's cause of identification be you?”

"If there are no procedural flaws, I will."

"As you wish."

Melchior, who floated a business smile like a Windows desktop, called the Congress bell and bit Clay out of his office.

Arthur had to move to a royal palace in Congress, in order to greet. The connection I've been to before felt like a thunderbolt today.

Although the steps of the House were not particularly quick, Clay, who followed him, trembled his legs. Both the back and the palm of his shirt were covered with cold sweat. It was an interview that felt like 20 hours, not two hours.

'...but Arthur was released.’

Clay encouraged himself by lashing out at his body and spirit.

Clayo Asher stood in the reception room of the palace's exterior, where Gideon Asher stood a few days ago.

As he stared at Philippe's portrait hanging on the fireplace because he had no place to look, he somehow knew how Gideon Asher felt.

I felt inappropriate to make any expression, and my heart was cold and hot.

I couldn't imagine what kind of hardship Arthur had suffered when he was taken.

"He's mentally strong, so he might not be hit hard, but he's survived.’

The ring got so hot that I turned off the "disturbine.

When the "promise" extra function took effect, the calmness also became volatile.

The ether began to pass around Clayo's hand. It happened when I thought that I should treat any wounds properly.

Click, click.

Thack.

"Ah."

It was a time when I couldn't say anything if I had too much to say.

Arthur touched his hands in the pockets of his pants, and at first glance, he was safe.

I shaved so roughly that the beard remained on the border between the neck and chin, and the shirts and pants with clear folds as if they had been changed in a hurry were too small for their height, showing their arms and legs ridiculous.

Arthur was one step closer to the frozen clay.

"I'm glad you're okay, Ray. I was surprised to hear that you are Shin In-soo. I can't even tell you how crazy she was talking to you."

For Beth-na's words were wicked, and Arthur's eyes were filled with sorrow. Clayo, with his arms outstretched, tried to reassure Arthur.

"I don't know what kind of crap you heard, but it's all a lie. Do you believe the Director of the Interior Security? I'm totally fine. just stay locked up. It was released in less than three days. I paid a lot of bail, but that doesn't matter. You know, whose son I am."

Arthur sighed after hearing Clayo's confirmation. The broad shoulders drooped as if the wind had blown out of the balloon.

"Really, nothing happened. Sigh. I was so worried that I was going crazy. Do you happen to know what happened to the other kids? Are you all right?"

"Chelle looks like me. Isiel is under protection from his mother's house. The twins are with his aunt. They must have been released by now. You're the one who's been through a lot, and you're the one who's worried about others."

Arthur complained with a voice.

"Cowling! I sprayed water and shaved, washed my hair, and changed my clothes before I came out. Are you still dirty?”

"That's not the problem... You're hurt."

Not only did the prince open his mouth in an 'o' shape, but his eyes were wide open.

"Wow, how did you know? He fixed it with healing magic.”

"It's not that it's not. I could feel the healing magic coming on under the north door. Who else did I write this to? Is everything OK? Where the hell did you get hurt? Hurry up and get the right treatment..”

Arthur hit Clayo's hand, which was reaching for him, reflexively. The wizard's poor wrist was broken by the power of a trained prosecutor.

Surprised by my own behavior, Arthur breathed in briefly than Clay.

Ray, are you okay? No, it's...."

Crawled out of sight with one hand on the back of his swollen hand, he asked, suppressing his fluttering emotions.

"Tell me the truth. What did Beth or Driscoll do to you?"

At first glance, the blood seemed to seep out of Arthur's fingertips. Arthur quickly put my hand back in his pocket and hid it.

"I didn't do much. It's just... I'm exhausted from pulling out all the ethers, but I didn't put them to sleep, and I wouldn't let them circulate?”

What do you mean, it's not much.

His forehead is full of sweat, and his lips are dry. Despite his haggard face, Arthur tried to make up a mischievous attitude.

It was Arthurian avoidance and lie.

Clay removed his lips heavily after he cast a shielded spell throughout the reception room.

"Then show me your hands."

"Oh, what? It's not a basic school health test."

"Come on."

Arthur, a rare avoid to Clayo's eyes, was almost pushed to the centerpiece and took his hands out of his pocket.

It was a disaster.

There are still ten fingers, but there are only four nails left. The shape of the round and bumpy body, which was hastily healed by healing magic, was terrible. The remaining nails were worn and crushed as if they were scratching and crushing the rough floor.

Clayo quickly pulled out the wand.

Arthur hastily dissuaded the wizard, who was trying to recall the healing magic. The hand holding the arm was frighteningly hot.

"You're blocking the sound. Not a double rash. You fall down."

"What?"

Arthur, who had been working together several times, knew Clayo's ether stress limit. This is because it was an essential element to identify in order to make a concerted attack.

Clayo's ether flow was abundant, close to the usual six-level wizard. The double rash did not cure the wounds of a person standing in good condition, so it was not the same as before that of bloodshed or collapsed.

That means the wound is much deeper than it looks.

Clay asked in a melancholy way.

"…I know Bessna forced you to promise. It's a miracle that you walked out on both feet since you've been held captive for more than a week. Tell me what happened. Show them where you got hurt. That way, we can adjust the law school system."

"I've already healed, so I think I'll just need to rest."

I can't believe I just need to rest. He was worried about Ether's depletion, so he stopped the double rash, but it didn't make sense at all.

Clayo clasped Arthur's arm when he held me. At the moment, his arm lost strength and Arthur put Clay.

"Ack!"

Originally held by Clayo's weak grip, Arthur was not ticklish. Arthur's physical condition was not normal, just pretending to be desperately unspoken.

"There was no mitigation in the healing magic that was invoked earlier. Now that it's all over, they'll try to hide the traces of torture. But it still hurts. What if he's upset?"

"It's not the first time I've been hurt, so what's wrong?"

"Doesn't it hurt if you get hurt many times? You have to erase it right away to get rid of the scar. Hurry up and show me. You know it's hard as time goes by.”

"Oh, one or two wounds to my body. It won't even stand out."

"I don't want you to think of the time underground every time you see the scars. I can't turn back your time.”

Arthur's time cannot be edited even with 'editor authority'. That's why he couldn't use his authority because he was only anxious for a few days.

The impossibility angered Clayo.

But Arthur doesn't like what happened to me.Far from it being long, he only opened his mouth with a childlike expression that didn't match his grown-up face.

"That's right. Even with the miracle of the castle, my time can't be reversed. No wonder I feel like I've become a great person.”

Arthur never mentioned Clayo's grave after his work at the 'round theater'. So, I didn't forget about him.

"You know, Ray, I'd much prefer not to get rid of the wound or turn back time. I'm proud of the evidence of my good faith. It's a scar you got as proof that no one betrayed you. What?"

Arthur was still Arthur, even after his fingernails fell out and crushed. Clayo frowned badly, unable to cry or laugh.

At that moment, 'promises' flashed.

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'Even in this situation. Damn it.'

I wanted to scatter the insensitive golden letters that came to my mind between Arthur, but I closed my eyes because I couldn't.

If her fate is all part of God's plan, what is the reason for her hardship?

To form a better personality that has been tested for pain?

But Clay doesn't want to be his wilderness.

"Ray."

In front of Clayo, who opened his eyes again, stands a good and strong main character. A friend of his who is concerned only with his turquoise eyes that are exhausted.

"No, your good faith doesn't have to be proved that way. Whatever you say, it's just proof of the wrongful persecution they've imposed."

Arthur will never open his mouth about the night and day he went through. While suffering, he will try not to make his colleagues feel guilty. I will cover up the truth with a joke. I wouldn't want my friend to know the terrible truth.

So Clayo triggered the 'sexuality.'

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I think of a bunch of manuscripts that are eroded between Clay and Arthur, and a pen with blue-and-white ink.

In a little over a year, the condition of the manuscript is worse than before.

Even under Clayo's careful fingertips, the remaining life expectancy of Palimpsest, which became dust and perished, did not seem very long.

Arthur also recognizes the old paperboard.

"That's a prediction. Why are you opening it?”

Even as a young man, Arthur sometimes acts as if he were a boy. Clay answers with good faith.

Predictions are based on the past. It not only lists the future, but also the previous case.”

"There's no such thing! It's cheating!"

"Because you don't tell me!"

The wizard raised his voice but kept his eyes on the script reading in reverse order.

Arthur, who was banging, tried to snatch the manuscript away, but Palimpsest slipped his hand like a vision.

Even if I carried the ether around and stirred it, the damn paper wouldn't budge. I wish I could see what it said, but the writing on the rags was completely illegible to Arthur.

A few minutes passed, like hundreds of years have passed.

At last, Clayo's expression was terrifying, not to match his weak appearance.