The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

What was inside was a simple cape that was fastened with a brooch.

"One of the booths at the Schoolroom Workers' Union sells eye-catching cloaks. So-called "silver cape." It's a limited edition from a small business that focuses on the development of disguise tools, and even hides the light of the ether in a short time. It's unfortunate that the function disappears after the Ether reaction.”

The price was too unrealistic for a single use, so it seemed that it would not actually be something that a private detective could use.

It was sold out as soon as Clayo bought all two of them.

Clay tried on the cape himself in front of the children.

When I first put on a cloth, picked up a fixed brooch, and activated it, the ordinary clothes became even less noticeable.

Arthur clapped his hands.

"Oh, that's amazing. It's right in front of my nose, but I can't see it right away. Then what are you going to use it for?"

"First of all, I'll give one to Isiel."

Isiel, who was drinking tea, turned to Clayo curiously.

"To me? Why?"

"I hear Brunnen is more rigid in culture than Albion and has few female articles. If you go down to the countryside like Jeans, you'll be even more visible."

Isiel, who went outside the fair with Arthur to look around the city and buy snacks, nodded if he felt anything.

"...that makes sense. This is definitely an exotic place. The custom seemed very different from that of Albion. It was difficult to determine whether it was an enemy or not because the mysterious eyes of men and women were unnecessarily close to each other."

When he came to the fair, he was wearing a dark gray uniform as usual. Only the fabric of the summer suit is different from the winter uniform, but the color and design were almost the same.

It may not have been just because the Bruneen people looked at Isiel because the woman was beaten up and wore pants, but Clay was not so tactless as to mention it.

The beautiful red hair like a rose in full bloom and the vivid green eyes like emeralds attract attention, but the hair is being cut short to reveal the back of the neck.

Before I knew it, I sat near Frodo, who had a string attached to the book.

"In Jens, vineyard workers wear headscarves that cover women's heads and wear skirts during hard work. Asher, what you observed is correct."

"Right? And Fran, take these, too."

"What is it?"

"Before we set out, your face is known to Ezis, and you asked me if I could accompany you. With the help of a few tools, I think it'll be safer."

Clayo pulled the boxes one by one and took out things one by one.

Also, a hat that obscures the impression that I bought at the Speculum booth, and a dyeing potion based on discolored quartz, which only happens in Isberg, were to change the color of the eyes and hair together, and there was even a neutralizer that eliminated the effect of dyeing potion.

Arthur, who was opening the box with God, said with his tongue.

"So, Ray, how much did you spend today?”

'Promise' was uselessly energetic.

The exact number popped up in Clayo's eyes again.

To be exact, it was 32,178 dinars in currency of 61,420 Brunnen Thaler and Albion.

The compensation that Melchior gave after the Ramor incident has been air-dissolved like this.

You have to spend bad money quickly and get rid of it.

"You don't have to know. Why would you help me with the travel expenses if you knew?"

"Hey~"

The water supply for this trip was a joke, conscious of Fran and Isiel.

So the topic passed by smoothly.

Arthur chatted as he unpacked his luggage with something to share.

Clayo, as usual, played the rhythm without any enthusiasm.

"Anyway, I'm here for an excuse, but I can see a lot at the fair."

"Really? Like?"

"The city's economy, how the people of the monarchy feel about their leaders, what industries the imperial family is trying to enrich, and how it will affect the future."

Clayo, who glanced at Fran's seat, winked at Arthur's intentions because he couldn't tell.

Rumors of Albion's three princes seeing strange hallucinations have spread among the nobles, but it is probably unknown what he sees in the vision.

I couldn't continue the conversation without talking about my future memories.

Arthur smiled at what seemed to be 'It's OK' and concluded.

"I guess Brunen's military doesn't like more than a generation of peace and prosperity."

Fran, who was listening to the conversation silently, showed signs of surprise.

"I've seen the Brunenen exhibits from the Technician. They were war machines that could only be thought of as an attempt to wage war in a few years. I felt like I was looking into the process, thinking that this is how the catastrophe is planned. It's very new."

Arthur's future memories contain the circumstances of Brunnen's invasion, but it seems that he did not know what background it was behind.

This is the first time I saw the process.

Arthur of the Eighth Bridge was not in a comfortable position to go to the fair.

As the atmosphere sagged, Arthur soon regained his usual light way of talking.

"Rey and Fran, thanks to you guys, we're expanding our horizons! Then I'll run around before I go to bed. I skipped training yesterday, so I'm feeling dazed."

"Come with me, Arthur."

"Okay!"

The bomb-throwing master led Isiel off.

Only Fran and Clay remained in the drawing room.

Clayo, who was embarrassed, tried to soften the atmosphere roughly.

"Even though she looks like a real fool, Arthur has an unexpected idea."

Clayo's clumsy social behavior received a cold reception.

"That's enough. I don't know. Stop talking like a father. There are times when you act like a father of a grown-up who brags about the youngest child you've ever seen in the end. Why are you doing this so grossly?"

First of all, even though he thought his physical age was the same, he was embarrassed that Clay himself was caught thinking of Arthur as his youngest brother or nephew.

"If Arthur hears that, he'll make fun of me again, so don't tell him. Fran, how were you today?”

It was a light question, but Fran looked as if he had been poked by something sharp.

Why do you keep dropping the stone you threw without thinking about it?

Fran only stared outside the balcony.

Because he didn't know the English language, Clayo looked outside like Fran.

Even though it was late at night, colorful electric lights were lit at the entrance of the fair across the river, making it a sight for late visitors.

The Illeong looked like a firework on the surface of the water, reflecting light on the Bruck River.

Blue green, pink, and beautiful colors crossed in electric lights that increased power with mana stone. The scene was ecstatic as if the cluster of the universe had been laid on the ground.

Clayo tactfully poured two glasses of gin in front of each other.

It was also a fresh-scented wine distilled from orange peel and cinnamon as a new gin bought at the fair.

It was only a long time after Fran emptied the strong liquor at once.

"I realized that in front of the fantastic comic book of this technological advancement, the cry for the killing of God and the king and the elimination of capital could not last."

Clayo also understood what Fran was trying to say.

Many of the visitors who increased in the afternoon were workers who split their vacations to watch. I could tell by his clothes and manner of speaking.

The experience of electrically charged wagons and ethers that allow ordinary people to taste for a few seconds even made even indispensable women who had nothing to do with such state-of-the-art luxury goods enthusiastic.

It was a promise and a prospect for a better future than now.

"We are blood and flesh, creatures that need bread and alcohol. This continent is so prosperous that it can no longer be put into the flames of revolution. Carolingians... they ended up bringing their opportunities to private worship.”

Strong absurdity leads to a strong backlash.

Economic difficulties increase the likelihood of an uprising.

The ruling class is replaced, demanding the emergence of a new system.

The world was so rich that such requirements were met.

The embers that bloomed in Carollinger cooled down and brought dictatorship and purges even before they spread across the continent.

"I think the Creator here is trying to skip the proletarian revolution and go straight to the welfare state.’

nevertheless

But we cannot demand individual sacrifices for ideology and party leadership as a matter of course. It's enough for someone to keep the flames of the revolution from dying completely."

Fran thinks that he should protect the flame himself. Even if you don't get popular support and ask for other people's commitment.

Even if it is never praised to keep the flame alive, with all my might.

Considering that nothing was appropriate to say in front of him, Clay just poured another cup of gin.

Even though it was a pretty strong drink, Fran didn't know that tonight.

***

Around the next afternoon.

In the middle of the national pavilion at the Bruneen World Expo, a well-dressed young man stands.

Though tall, he stopped in front of the exhibition hall of the Serica country, and shouted with a smile on his face as if he had found something.

"Here you are!"

It was so happy and welcoming that they ignored other people's eyes and cheered.

High-stacked barrels, steam seeping through them, knotted clerks in silk, white porcelain vassals and daggers carried by themselves on a tray!

Surprisingly, the illustration of the guidebook was quite accurate this time.

"The clerks' clothes are clothes that look like the late Ming Dynasty, but do they look like Central Asia and Russia?"

I've got a feeling now.

Here, the faces of people from various countries, between the theater and the Far East of the Dernier continent, were all blurred by the mixed blood of several generations.

"I saw a student studying abroad in Albion, but if he was wearing a suit, I wouldn't have known he was from a different country.’

The appreciation of racial composition in this world stopped there.

As soon as I saw the menu, everything else became irrelevant.

The clerk who showed us the table asked Clayo about his order.

Perhaps because it was the international pavilion of the fair, the clerk was fluent in carolinger.

" What would you like to order?”

And as soon as he heard the response, Clayo's seal was released as if a button had been pressed.

"Please give me everything on the menu. I'll have Jasmine and Oolong tea.”

It was a clear storm.

When I came to my senses, Clayo was filled with steamers and plates.

Fortunately, Dione liked it.

"Oh, how pretty! How can the taste be so complex and rich? It's pretty, too! It looks like a jewel to see the fishy shrimp under a thin shell! It's like gold coins again!"

A hagau that looks like a pink-ripened shrimp in translucent rice skin.

Shrimp and pork are put in the fresh yellow blood and crab eggs are placed on top to make it look like gold coins.

Chashubao, which is steamed with sweetened meat with sweet-boiled meat.

Dionne's fork moved quickly through a steamer containing dim sum.

I was worried that the recipes and spices that were not easily accessible in Albion would taste good, but it was just groundless.

Lady Dione's permissible range for gourmet food was very wide.

Of course, even Dione had a plate that he pushed, saying it was not to his taste.

It was a radish rice cake luobocao, which was made by adding seasoned jellyfish cold vegetables, radish, and Chinese ham to cut into squares.

Clayo, who pulled the bowl Dionne didn't touch forward and emptied it to the floor, said satisfactorily.

"I think dim sum is a total of civilizations."

Dione, who took the last piece of Poppeguin fried with white fish in a small tofu, answered.

"Well, I agree. But where did you eat all this and learn to use chopsticks?"

He who had spent his life in the country of iron chopsticks once again called out the excuses he used when he was in need of answers.

"I learned from books."