The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Clay listens to old stories in astonishment. Instead of being recorded in history, it is a convenience of truth that has been crushed by the simplification of myths.

The fate of Thasserton, who forgot the long warrior and only knew his former life as Duke of Armoryk, and Melchior, who forgot his origins, were like a knot that was terribly intertwined.

With the memory of betrayal beyond question now, Melchior made the Duke of Armoryk the closest henchman.

Because only the erroneous existence belonged entirely to him. Because he was beyond God's reach.

Is it because even hatred for God has been worn out for a long time, or is it because hatred of God overwhelms resentment against the reincarnation of the new year?

From there, it was a commitment beyond understanding, and it became an area of will beyond resentment.

"Also, the existence of a murderer proves one case. If human beings were able to kill God at some point in the past, wouldn't we be able to kill God at any time in the future? Isn't that right, Tasserton?"

The garden continues to be still. Melchior nodded satisfactorily, as if he had heard the answer without a wave of shadows.

At this moment,

Clayo realizes that a bad name is a very natural choice between them.

The name is unique to that knight.

The name is not the Duke of Armoryk, a descendant of Lancelotristen and a reincarnation.

Even though he was called 9 times, he always named himself first.

"I can't believe I'm being given a glimmer of truth in this deep darkness. You're really God's lion. So think about it differently."

"I didn't deliver anything, how can you say so?"

"You have been truthful to me, and that is the virtue I value most in the knight. I know you're not given the perfect timing anyway. The future is not fixed."

'Promise' is burning hot.

There was no message to Melchior as to whether he was trying to defend what was read, but it was an urgent and direct warning.

"If we are all tools to be swayed by God's will, why should we continue this futile confrontation?"

This was conciliatory.

Not to follow God's will, but to form an alliance against God's will.

But is that possible?

In a world where God monopolizes absolute low-keyness?

How can an outstanding and outstanding being like Melchior escape the yoke of fate, which was impossible to break even after eight attempts?

"If, as I said, the decline and I are all tools, how can I do anything beyond the will of God? Beyond what he had planned."

"God knows what my creatures did, but he doesn't know what to do. This condition applies equally to you."

free will

Melchior's whispers, which now attract a subject to be cliche, sounded like a devil's temptation.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

My heart was beating in my ears.

The possibility that there was a way out of God's schedule was fascinating just by the possibility.

What if you could get rid of all these obligations and restrictions and live in a different way?

What if we could cut off the highly probable net rather than run away as clumsily as ever?

As long as Arthur lives, the world will not perish. So does he have to go through the blood era at the forefront?

the patronage of Arthur as king And make sure you don't doubt that it's his own will.

making the world choose magic as its main skill, not science.

To prevent the door of the Menemosine from being obstructed.

This was the will of God that Clayo guessed.

As long as he belonged to this world, he thought he had to practice because he was the will of an irresistible creator.

but

He is also a liar if he has never thought about other possibilities.

Had it not been decided what must have been done, would Arthur have sought the throne if his mother had not been murdered and raised in the threat of assassination?

Did he gather his colleagues and win their allegiance on terms of representing their will?

Arthur, whom Clayo knew, was a man who could feel enough joy in a simple and simple life.

If it was entrusted with governance, it had the right qualities to do it, but its ambition to pursue only that as a goal of life was far from complete.

"That's why I might be a great king, but what does Arthur get for himself?".’

Arthur and Clayo were the opposite from appearance to personality, but they had a strange homogeneity in that they wanted peace and rest.

Although Leo and Leiden's days were short, the time was a solid foundation for friendship.

So I could tell.

Drink alcohol that suits the season, train a sword for my pleasure, and spend my time casting a fishing rod.

If no one had ever been sacrificed, Arthur would never refuse his life if his life did not have to be proof of any retribution.

As I habitually stroked the index finger of my left hand, the lukewarm metal touch awakened my mind.

"Unique" flared up and added strength. Clay had to press down on the ring with the other hand because his hands were stinging.

'Oh, shit. I almost fell for it.'

Clayo's desire was as powerful as it was simple.

I want to live a life where nothing happens.

The prince didn't even use the rescue attempt of the liver, but he was so scared that he was digging into such a weak part like a ghost.

But it's too late to make an exit strategy. You know better than I do."

The structure of the narrative was already solid.

It all began when Arthur was prophesied to possess the crown.

Theophila was brutally murdered, and the three princes grew up wetting their hands with blood in the threat of assassination.

Aslan has already done a terrible human experiment.

Melchior in front of him was reborn as a writer who commanded the torture of young brothers, but did not blink an eye, and had no value in human life.

How can I turn things around here....’

However, it is impossible to confess to Arthur that your whole life is just the result of being swayed by the pen of God's pen.

The children of the Lignan royal family were not as inclined as they were to go into the wills.

Clayo doesn't have the courage to handle the confusion after the revelation.

nevertheless

For a few seconds, however, I felt like I could understand why the author had turned the manuscript over and over again.

The wings of a butterfly change the ending. To the point where even God has to start over and over again.

All this conflict could only end if Melchior was not Melchior in the first place and Aslan was not Melchior was not Aslan. Even with the power to rewrite it, it was impossible to make a perfect correction.

'This manuscript can't be turned upside down anymore.’

Is it a problem to turn it upside down?

Clay knew the end of the world that had already been destroyed.

Just as Erato was born again, gods may survive, but humans do not. That is the end of the world.

Of course, the prince would be happy to welcome the end, but Clay couldn't.

He doesn't want the world to end with people he cares about and loves.

I don't want people who can't turn back and live again to lose their lives.

The magician, who barely had a long face, responded as politely as he could by putting the wand in his arms.

"The theme of the conflict between the will of God and the will of man seems difficult to discuss at my level. I'll think deeply about it all the time with my dull head. Then, may I step back as you seem to be relieved of your discomfort?"

"Hold on."

As soon as permission was given, the prince caught Clayo, who was about to bounce off his chair.

He roughly removed the dried-up manure net of tea leaves and rummaged through the old wooden box on the table.

There was a thousand dollars in Clayo Bay because there was no hurry. I wonder when this will end, so I keep my eyes on the relaxed fingertips.

There was a new realization in doing so.

Is it because of his/her appearance as an interior and an exterior? Everything the prince used close to him was simple and inconsistent with his status.

Soon the prince took a palm-sized black envelope out of the box.

"I have another assignment for you.”

"You're really making a lot of money out of everything," Clay replied with no enthusiasm.

"What's the matter?"

"Please take part in a platform meeting at a mansion in the Nordus district. This is an invitation."

The envelope, which I received unexpectedly, seemed to feel the energy of the second-year middle school bottle. On the matte black paper, only the words 'invitation: Madame Lamour' were printed in silver ink.

Until now, it was too alien to say anything of God's will or human freedom.

"Kangryeonghoe…"the soul of the dead sitting around the temple... Is that what you mean by the activity you're calling? Or is there any other meaning I don't know?"

"You know, trying to communicate to prove a world that continues outside the world, and asking for a response. Cross communication."

The cultured prince also knew how to express "Bunshinsaba" in a good way.

Clayo, who was really great, lost all his energy and became a good man, couldn't afford to admire him.

He wanted to go home now, wash up in the warm water, and lie down on a stiff linen bed.

"What am I supposed to do when I go to the... psychic meeting?”

"Normally four or five people gather for the council, but Madame Ramore's is a ball, so it's quite large. I want you to report what you've seen in the mansion.”

"Don't you need to act separately?"

"First of all, report."

There seemed to be a new trend in the new capital, where Clayo was swept away by political turbulence and did not see Dionne often.

"I can't believe psychic became popular. The end of the century is the end of the century.'

"If that's the case, shouldn't the police come forward?"

Clayo's meaning was clear.

I didn't want to do anything I didn't have to do. Especially if it's complicated and troublesome.

"I don't want to deal with people who love Occult.’

Betting on the crown prince is an inevitable issue, but what kind of ocult manias should we investigate?

The prince smiled softly at Clayo's attitude, which was a little relieved and was about to slip away. It seemed more real as it passed by not dramatically at all.

"The nobles want this to be resolved quietly. So I sent my loyal agents into the mansion, but after I saw something, I couldn't help because my memory had been interrupted.

If Melchior says that, it means that even when I opened the agents' heads, their memories disappeared clean.

It wasn't normal.

"…the Nordus district is known as a place where decent retirees live… How could such a group of young people get together?”

It was not easy to make something out of the sight of the prince in Lundane. It was only a month ago that Clayo suffered from it.

"It's usually a quiet area, so neither the police nor the Capital Guard cared about the defense. Then a man named Madame Lamour called in the scale of the suspicious platform.”

Clayo sneaked the invitation back on the table as if it were a pollutant.

I hated it. I really didn't want to do it.