The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

The beginning of the problem goes back half a year.

Vasco, who participated in salvaging the shipwreck off the southern equatorial coast of Meridies, sent a ship of materials called "distorted sails."

The "distorted sail" is the only material that can make subspace products, and is presumed to be a fabric used as a sail in the Horarium Holy Empire ships.

The materials, which were mostly found only in waters off the Sent Room, came out in large quantities off the equator's coast this time, which was sold by Vasco.

That was good enough.

The problem was, you had to use an intact, unbroken cloth to make a subspace-acting harness.

"No matter how hard you pour magic, it doesn't work." That's why the biggest subspace product is only two palm-sized gold coins.’

Vasco sent only ragged pieces of fabric, so there was no size to make goods using existing patterns.

The product that came out of the challenge was a small coin purse with the print finished on the outside with a colorful cloth.

It's a coin purse, but isn't it a new product that can put in two bags of everything from perfume to lipstick?

In addition, Dione suggested a snap button to wrap up the entrance while using less of the fabric of the distorted sail, and then finished patent registration.

"I can't believe there's no snap button in the world where we can fly planes powered by mana stone.’

Anyway, the ending is a happy ending.

"What we're trying to sell now is not a T-ara set with 12 24-carat mana stone emeralds that would be suitable for the godfather of Crater.

Even a 21-year-old typist can have a small, fine harness if he collects his weekly salary step by step! You have to make something like that!'

Dionne's goal, which was raised and shouted, seems to have been achieved. Seeing that they happily say that the product ran out quickly and made additional production temporarily.

After the Ramor mansion was closed, Clayo, who had settled, stayed with the Grayer Corporation all the time.

Except for a day when I gathered with my children to celebrate Arthur's birthday, which passed by due to the Gangryeonghoe incident, I came to work almost every day.

There was a lot of work to do.

The grayer's warehouse was packed with junk from all over the world.

Dionne, who had been delaying the arrangement due to her busy schedule, couldn't stand it anymore and opened the storeroom of the company.

Clayo was also determined after a long time and turned the "memory" of the "promise."

He decided to receive some of the harnesses mentioned in the 8th Bridge, and instead helped to recover the rest of the miscellaneous items.

Due to the heightened function of Understanding, Clay had already been treated as a top-notch appraiser throughout Lundane.

I still feel a bit of a scam, so I pulled the back of my head, but....

"If it's calculation, it means that Dionne, who is better than anyone else, was satisfied, so it was a fair deal, right?’

"It's not profitable if it's sold out, but I'm glad the plan is coming true!"

"Congratulations. It's more about long-term interests than immediate ones."

Dionne's clear eyes glistened as if it was good to hear even Clayo's clumsy praise.

"Do you know what I'm trying to do?"

Selling a piece of mana stonework was half a gain when you spray bait products on a pop-up store at a department store.

But who is Lady Dionne?

There is a reason for everything she does.

As the status of the Queen's nobility was reduced, fewer families were able to purchase large quantities of Mana Stone accessories throughout the continent.

Naturally, the market for ultra-high-priced madoes and mana stone ornaments has become narrower

In that situation, Dionne quickly turned to new markets.

Clayo, who was not well-versed in the disaster, was the background of his prediction.

"Instead of the fall of the empress and the royal family, the middle class has grown and the working class' income has increased. Then the demand for these simple luxury items will increase. As I always think, Lady Dione's presence is admirable."

Dionne gathered her lips in the words of Clayo's natural modesty.

What do you mean, you're not good at this?’

No matter what Clay thinks of himself, Dionne has no choice but to look at him differently.

'Is it because of the predicted scar? Our young master reveals his future prospects of paying millions of dollars with a face that doesn't know the world.’

However, it is the first time that the prophets of goddesses have told us about the sales trend of department stores. If it were, the gods would have been the richest men in Lundane.

'You know, you act like you've actually seen the future.'

Dionne hid her true intentions and gave an answer with a light joke.

"Oh, my God! I can't believe you're the only one who recognizes my deep intentions that even my uncle doesn't recognize. Do you have any thoughts of joining me as my son-in-law at Grey's?”

"Lady is so noble and outstanding to marry someone like me."

The fun of teasing young people is now half-empty with a stubbornness that is not swayed by mischievous jokes. It was a real shame.

"Oh, look at this. You used to say this, you turned pale, you turned red, and now you're a little old and you're a little old and you're a little sly!"

Dionne laughed and slapped Clayo on the back.

I knew it was an expression of friendliness.

However, Lady Lady's hands were quite spicy after learning self-defense swordsmanship, which is rare for a magician to run a business meeting with her own feet.

Clayo crept out of Dione's arm.

"Can we go back to what we were talking about? The supply of inexpensive equipment....”

"Oh, that's absolutely right. This position is not about making a profit right now, but about letting the name of our business be known to people who are not upper class or ether users. He's tired and he's writing in his letters and complaining about another job."

"Haha. How's Rod Grey doing?"

"I'm going to move to Meridys. I guess it's fun because it's warm and the weather is weird."

Vasco Greyer seemed to be crossing the sea and turning the entire Meridian continent upside down.

Sometimes, a sudden postcard from Vasco arrived to Clayo, too. It was like flying half a year later with four cows that I saw for the first time.

"With such a reliable successor, he lives in search of his own enjoyment."

It's a miracle because we can trust everything.

Dionne, who checked the store's display and product inventory more meticulously than the department store manager, became very satisfied and said, "I'm going to pay extra to Almira, the manager.'I said.

A light step forward, Lady led Clayo up to the T-room on the top floor of the department store.

T-room is open for VIP customers even during the department store holidays.

The sunlight pouring from the crystal-drenched ceiling reflected the steps, making Dione's ivory heel look like a pong-pong light.

Dionne, who is only interested in the most secular subject with her fairy-like appearance, changed the subject to Arthur.

"So I also made a donation to create unemployment benefits for the employees. Members of the Water Merchant Guild are scrambling to donate, but I have to put my name on the list.”

"It's an honor to have Lady Dionne as well."

"The prince did a big thing! I really saw him again. It's much more effective than visiting an orphanage with a clumsy gift basket during the year-end light festival."

"That's true. He was also a great master of fame.”

"Thanks to prediction? How could a hairy bullhorn have that kind of political quality unless he was chosen by the goddess?"

"I didn't know everything, but....”

Now that the world has changed, the main character has to do that. Isn't it this?

As Dione said, improving the treatment of users itself has emerged as a political issue during the holiday season, which is supposed to be quiet.

But Arthur was just lighting it up, and the charcoal was already burning underground.

As the demand for factory workers increased due to the creation of a T-flume processing complex, young men and women were attracted to sit on the production line rather than the employment of other people's homes.

Without improving the treatment of its users, fewer and fewer servants and maids were self-evident.

The world has already begun to move toward the future.

It's a different form than Clayo used to know, but with surprisingly similar aspects.

When asked how Dione predicted Arthur's move, he secretly turned the subject, as Clayo's answer was "God's so well-arranged."

"By the way, don't you have any interesting new books these days?"

"No, no. I'm especially unhappy because Miss Morgan is having fun taking care of her nieces!"

"Oh... well. The vacation will be over soon, so don't you show me your new work around winter?"

The best writer of his time, Mrs. Morgan, turned out to be the aunt of the Angelium twins, the wife of a sharp impression.

"Although the Capital Defense Corps School was an old school, who would have thought that it would be so complicated not only in politics but also in the cultural world."

"Then I'll be sad until winter, right?"

"Well, how about writing a story that you love to read that much? Countless writers were originally loyal readers."

Dionne, who was climbing the stairs with Clayo's arm, gently stirred the fan.

"Oh, don't even talk. It's good to read, but it's not good to write."

"So you haven't even studied at school before?"

As Clayo, who squinted his eyes, smiled and looked at him, Dionne, who turned the pack's head like a sulk, whispered over the fan.

"I swear I won't tell you this anywhere. Well, it's not that I haven't used it at all. But I can't do anything about writing. I'm thinking of ending it like this, but what the heck. There's something I write that doesn't go out the way I want to see it!"

"Oh, it's amazing that Lady of all trades can't do anything."

"I didn't want to tell you because I thought you'd tease me like this!"

"No, don't hit me. Just say it, just say it."

With lemonade and vanilla ice cream in front of each other, the man and woman were facing each other in a very friendly manner.

Of course, there was not a single fragment of the actual conversation.

"The Bruneen World Expo. Our Grayer Corporation also has a booth at the industrial center. The other day, Krater was very supportive. Because my husband died and became the empress, I was able to manage the budget freely."

"…well, well, if I remember correctly, I think I sold a curse-returning emerald, is that related to the death of the Emperor Crater?”

Dionne, who lifted her head gently while eating ice cream with vanilla bean stuck in it with a small silver spoon, looked innocent and fragile as if she could not kill a single insect.

"Well? It was a lady's jewelry with only defensive features. Why do you think so? You're free to speculate, but you know that our contract's obligation to keep secrets is reciprocal, right?”

What are you going to do about the connection between the death of King Crater and Dionne's harness?

Clayo decided not to ask further for his mental health.

"Anyway, I'll be at the fair from day one, so feel free to tell me if you need a ticket or a guide."

"Thank you. Then please give me four tickets. I may not use it, but I'm going to be prepared. It's not easy to get tickets, is it?

"Leave it to me, if that's the case. You can stay at the Cologneburg branch of the De Nege Hotel, so you don't have to worry about it at all.”

The hotel was expanding its business across the continent, so it had also built a nice new building in Brunnen's capital, where the fair was being held.

Under the arrangement under which the site was leased, Clay was also able to stay at the Cologneburg Nege Hotel for free.

Money makes money, money makes money.

"No matter how rich you become, free accommodation has its own exciting taste.’

Dionne then gave more information about the fair.

The fair was planned to be held in Brunnen, so it was not only fully prepared for the technology museum, but also competition was fierce to promote tourist attractions connected by railways and waterways.

"Then, I'll send you the official guide for the fair as well."

"I've already bought it. Thank you for your words."

"Then did you see the schedule of the festival in Brunnen during the fair in the appendix? There was a festival that you would love. Jensung Castle holds a festival called vineyard celebration and allows participants to drink white wine to their heart's content!"

"I've heard rumors, so I've been meaning to stop by if I ever go to the fair."

"As expected! I'm quick with this kind of stuff.”

After somehow discussing the schedule and transportation of the fair, the two ended the conversation by emptying their menus.

"So Lady said that the bakery where she bought my birthday cake this year, also has a branch in this department store."

"Yeah, we're out of the room, right, Patisserie Ciel. Are you going to buy it?"

"Yes. The lemon cake tastes very good, so I'd like to take it to an afternoon picnic."

"A picnic?"

"Sometimes I have to do something like vacation. I'm planning to take a boat with my friends in the suburbs."

"Oh, what a summer game! What a youth!"

Three men on the boat (of course cats don't come)

If this is a picnic, it is a picnic.

a tributary of the Tempus River, where willow trees reach the surface and Changpo is at sea.

Three young men in casual attire were on the boat.

The tributary flow rate was slow, and the river side was shaded by trees, so a refreshing energy cooled the midday heat.

a slap on the wrist

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Clay threw a fast ball as the slow rowing was quiet.

"Fran, let's go to the Brunnen Fair together. Please."

Upon hearing the sudden offer, Fran stopped holding the fork.

Trying to say something, he quickly put a piece of cake in his mouth with one bite left over the oil paper on his knee.

Clay thought inwardly.

'Well, it must have been pretty good. That's a good approach.’

Fran's face, which swallowed the last piece of cream and lemon-curdled cake, returned as usual with a desolate look.

"Why should I do that? It's just a false illusion of capitalism, like an exhibition. I'm not interested.”

"No, the fair is just an excuse to enter Bruneen and the real destination is Jeans Castle. I really need your guidance.”

Fran glared at Arthur, who grabbed the oars from behind Clayo's back instead of Clayo sitting face to face.

Unlike Clayo, who wore a linen jacket and a boat hat and wore a regimental stripe tie that intersected navy and purple, Arthur wore a shirt that was rolled up and a pair of sweatpants and rough overalls.

It was the image of a young master and a servant without fail. This is how it always turned out when the two went outside the school.

Arthur's good posture and good physique attracted too much attention even if he wore a few clothes.

The inside story, however, seemed to be a nerve-wracking cover for Fran.

"Are we going all the way to him? You're going to pretend to be a porter next time?"

"if you will. Well, and you'll actually pick up your stuff."

"Is this a joke, Asher? Lignan, do you know why you have to go to Jeans Castle?"

Arthur answered quickly.

"No. I'm dying of curiosity. "Fran, I can only tell you if you allow me to," said Ray, "and he was disappointed because I kept his mouth shut."

"Ha!"

"And besides, I'm not kidding, I'm really good at carrying things."

With Fran in front and Arthur behind him, Clayo rolled his eyes.

Jezens Castle was a city on the outskirts of Mainrat, Zuleica's fatherland, bordering the Pintos Mountains.

Fran himself has been investigating the fact that Hydra's poison is being manufactured right there. And Arthur never gave any of those details.

'There's an order to work.'

Fran's accent grew sharp.

"Asher, did you ask me to come for a boat ride out of the blue to tell you this story?"

Arthur, who was looking at the situation, coughed a lot and then paddled hard again.

The boat speeded up, and the lukewarm wind swept through my ears.

Fran with parasols hardened her face under the shade.

It wasn't scary at all because it was a crumpled jacket with no tie, and oil paper that put the cake on top of the knee.

Clayo held his hat swaying in the wind, and answered a beat later.

"The school is safe if it's my lab, but the weather is so nice that I didn't have any intention that cooling your head off in the suburbs would help you write."

"I'm afraid someone's not the son of a merchant, so my tongue is greased."

"Of course, Fran, as you may have guessed, there was a purpose to keep this conversation from leaking out. The whole school isn't safe."

"Don't you think you wouldn't refuse to offer on a ship where there's nowhere to avoid?"

"Well, I'm ashamed to look at everything because my numbers are shallow."

Clayo's softer attitude than usual was amazing, and Arthur swallowed a laugh inside.

As Clayo said, his lab was well-preserved so that no one could hide or overhear.

Jebedi, who trusts his only disciple, unconditionally supported Clay, as the results of his magic research made an excuse not to leak outside.

Jebedi was in a position that he faithfully carried out the orders of the country and did not belong to any party, so his protection was strengthened.

In fact, school was not a perfectly safe place for Arthur.

So far, often, the first-ever messenger looms in front of Arthur's room, not even in his area.

The recent increase in invitations and letters shows traces of steam being used to graze and reattach.

Of course, it was much better than when I just entered the school.

There were no assassins beyond the scaffolding like then, nor were there any guardians of the humble post of assistant dormitory inspectors.

Clay also knew the school's invisible eyes. So, to make sure all is done, I rented a boat today and came out to the tributary of the Tempus River.

The opening of the Royal Park Botanical Garden created the Rotos Line Station, but it was also a suburban area with no special objects or specialty shops.

It's vacation season now, so everyone took a train to find a vacation spot on the beach, and it was rare to find people by the river, which was renting a few old ferry boats.

with a thud

Whoo!

Arthur rowed alone to move the boat with three people, but there was no sign of difficulty. Muscle strength alone was enough to row without causing ether.

Perhaps because Clay and Fran were so dishonest, even if they combined, they felt only about the weight of one person.

The boat went deeper and deeper into the forest.

It passed under the old mossy Seokgyo Arch and reached a small island where birds fluttered through the leaves.

It was about time to put the boat on the dock, where the pillars were sinking and the feet were blackened.

Fran came up with an answer after much deliberation.

"If you're infiltrating Jensung, yes, I'll help you. It's something I haven't finished."

Clayo snatched the answer as if he had waited.

"Thank you, Fran."

He went back to the boat and sat next to him, and Fran sat face to face with Arthur. Soon Fran's explanation began.

The gray-haired young man briefly summarized the investigation into Hydra's poison and the relationship between Zuleika and Jeans Castle.

Arthur, who fixed the oars, listened to Fran, changing his expression to a variety of colors.

He was ready to clap afterwards.

"You investigated it all on yourselves? I really respect you."

"Stop that nonsense. So you thought you'd sneak into the Duke of Minerat's summer retreat without knowing the inside story?”

"I don't know, but you know. Didn't you call me because you needed me? I'm a six-level prosecutor. It'll be useful everywhere."

"I thought you were busy playing politics in a suit like a solicitor, but you're so diligent.”

Arthur scratched his back of the head awkwardly after an unexpected hook.

"No, it's an honor for you to pay attention to my news... I feel embarrassed."

"Yes, I'm quite devastated to see what you're doing."

"That's... that's how it's bothering you?”

"It was because I realized that even after years of organizing the public movement with all my heart, I could not elicit support and attention from the royal naburin just one speech."

Clayo's guess was that what he felt in Fran was more like fatigue.

Even after killing the king, there is a crowd that reinstates the king again.

Understanding their attributes may not have made Fran the kind of revolutionary who hardens his ideology.

"…I wonder why the fantasy of Rowoon Blood still hasn't lost its power. Is solar eclipse a problem?"

Arthur kept scrambling his head without work.

The cost of maintaining dignity is only paid for tuition and barely enough to pay for it, and there is no place to live in the royal palace, so if you go to the palace, you will have nothing to say.

However, Arthur did not commit an act of pleading for his position in front of Fran.

Instead, he spoke up in defense of those who thanked him.

"People, you know, have to have one thing to trust and depend on. The only people who can live without faith are really strong and willful."

"Lionan, I don't think you deserve that. What on earth are you thinking about? What's the point of interfering in this?"

"What are you thinking? I'm trying to keep my faith that I swore to you."

Clayo's fingers were filled with 'promise'. It was a function of "memory" that naturally awakened the past.

Two years ago, in the fall of the opera house, Arthur told Fran "with faith."

He wants to publicize the unaccounted for truth and reveal the truth for those who died unjustly.

Due to the lukewarm appointment, Clayo slightly leaned out of the boat and dipped his hand in the river.

The cold river felt good.

As any curse was lifted after the "round theater" dungeon, the water was not as scary as it used to be.

Clayo looked at the signs of the two, sweeping the watery surface with his fingertips.

Arthur was a man who never forgot his faith, and Fran had a good memory.

Fran's face, which was easy to recognize her expression, eased her antipathy slightly.

'I think it worked out somehow.’

Fran doesn't fully accept Arthur, but it was fortunate that he didn't push him completely.

When the ball was finished approximately, it returned to Clayo.

"So, Asher, you're the inventor, so you have a plan, right? Take it out."

With his hands out of the water, Clay explained to Arthur and Fran the plans he had made before.

At the end of the conversation, Fran's eyes opened sharply.

"Just one question, Asher. Three people are short of hands to make your plan come true. Who else are you trying to put in? Are you sure you're a chision.

"Sensitive. If you don't mind, I'd like you to join Isiel and Celestes. Angelium twins also have some help on this side of the border."

"Everyone's still here. I'm sure you're all supposed to be in when this guy comes in. How can I stop him?"

"Thank you, Fran. To divide the roles in more detail, Isiel wants us to enter Bruneen with him. When things go well, she'll be responsible for transporting the contents to Albion."

"The idea of dividing the data into the transport group is good. But if it's a piece of research that's transferred to Ma Kwang-seok, it's going to be a lot, and Tang Feet de Nege moves it all the way out of the border alone? There's got to be a way, right?”

"Why don't you ask her directly? I can sing it now.”

He was a brilliant Fran. I didn't ask him back 'by any means'.

"Asher… you have something prepared.”

Clayo took out a hemispherical crystal from his jacket pocket.

"This. It's an improved signal harness called the hemisphere of hugs."

Clayo also realized something after the Kishion self-proclaimed incident.

Communication was the most important thing in the work.

Clayo was able to counterattack Melchior in a small way because of the communication method called Behemoth.

"But I can't always trust the cat communication.’

Ezra, who was trying to go crazy because she was not able to go anywhere and go to work at the Capital Defense Unit, stuck to Clayo's suggestion that she was right and created a gamma version of "Hug's Hemisphere."

The gamma version has a much wider signal range than before.

Pran, who raised the 'Glasses of Judgment', carefully examined the Madoe.

"It's a kind of long-range.

"That's right, there's quite a wide range of traffic. Then I'll send a signal. She said she had business downstream on the plains, so she'll be back in an hour or two.”

a piece of music

As Clayo twisted the top of the Madoe to generate a signal, the T-flume line in the hemisphere of the Mana Stone Crystal began to sparkle at regular intervals.

"Is this a coordinate transmission? If this is the case, we can only burn the filament inside and use it as a disposable."

"Yes. I'm using a T-flume filament to sign it....”

While the two wizards discussed the operating principles of the hemisphere and the accuracy of the coordinates, Arthur opened the entrance to the sack that had been placed on the bottom of the boat.

"Hey, I like the hard story, but let's get a drink until Rachel gets here!"