The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

But it wasn't just the girl in the owner's house who broke down.

Some of the girls who had been on an errand to buy wine, and some of the girls who were leaning on the outside table and sipping the wine with water, seemed to be shocked like the girl who had just run out.

"Fan ID" said... Engagement.

"He was like an orchid on a cliff, never interested in it....’

"Prince Surly is the first person I've ever been to a pond. Since you've seen her for the first time, she must have been talking about her beautiful appearance.’

You didn't notice anything like that last time you visited! You've been holding a sword all day! I don't blame Albion's hard work for giving a medal to the man who led the Knights against the beast.’

I heard you're coming on the last day of the festival, so now you're bringing the princess?’

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. So who's your opponent?’

The tent boiled with excitement.

Even foreigners who did not know the situation were excited about the festival, so they were just drunk with joy.

The receptionist concluded the conversation.

"If you're more interested, here's the evening paper that just came out. Sir, can you read Brunnenian?”

"Unfortunately, no.”

"Then just look at the picture. Princess Eugenia of the Duchy of Laetica is a poor and beautiful woman. Your Majesty's daughter. If he and Prince Aslan marry, they will surely be the most beautiful couple in the world. Huh!fi"

The receptionist grabbed Clayo the newspaper and ran to the other table.

Orders poured in from place to place, starting with the declaration of the elderly who maintain the area earlier.

In the middle of the party, Fran and Clay were thinking the same thing.

Aslan's engagement was not an isolated incident in the countryside.

It was a sign of political upheaval.

The current emperor of Brunen, Joachim Castileien, was also the Duke of Laetica. Laetica, along with Minerat, was the duchy of Bruneen's greatest territories and power.

If the princess and Aslan of the place combine....

"This marriage alliance will strengthen Aslan's legitimacy to the fullest extent possible.’

The Emperor of Brunen is elected by a vote of seven empires.

Now that Emperor Joachim was ill, there was a fierce struggle between the kingdoms inside the monarchy.

I heard that the seven dynasties were bound by one name, Brunen, and that neither the system nor the law was the same for each duchy, and that knights and wizards also train themselves in each duchy.

"In the last manuscript, Joahim didn't lie in bed in the first place. But this time, the emperor, who has not yet reached his old age, is suddenly in a state of chaos.’

How will it affect the history that the muse is trying to record?

When the three people in the group who understood the conversation around were sinking with their own thoughts, the lowest student in Carolinggar score, who was hovering around the wine bottle brought by the receptionist, asked cheerfully without knowing anything.

"Lord! It smells so good, could you please give me a taste of this new bottle of wine.

'This, Ray, I don't want you to drink alone. No,' Arthur roared his dark eyes with a clear meaning.

Since it was not the usual dark turquoise color, it had a disadvantage that it looked more like a dog and an animal.

Clayo quickly woke up from his thoughts.

If you act like a mourner in a crowded pub, you will be seen for nothing.

in a shoddy way

Clay filled Arthur's glass with praise.

"Yeah. You can drink as much as you can move your luggage. The bungalow, the lodging, is on the middle of a vineyard, so don't go up and fall."

"Thank you, sir! Yay!

***

Fran's recommended accommodation was a bungalow on the mountainside.

Situated between the vineyards and the city of Jens, it was a perfect place to work.

In the front yard, simple wooden buildings that young people will like because they can make a fire and play are used as workers' accommodations during the grape harvest season and rented to travelers in the summer.

The manager below the mountain was paid in advance.

We will start hiking early the next day, so we don't have to prepare breakfast."

At this time of year, there were so many young people who traveled or went hiking along the river that the busy manager nodded his head dry.

The caretaker did not pay much attention to the group who came with firewood, various food and alcohol.

The first thing the group did when they arrived, as if they were going to have a real game, was to figure out the terrain and roads around them.

Everyone cleaned up their decent clothes and changed into light shirts and pants. He also buttoned up his shoes.

Emergency gold coins were sewn into the collar, and the hemispheres of maps and hugs were divided according to their roles.

Clayo had quite a lot of stuff to pack, including flash bombs, smoke bombs, mana stone wallets and clothes.

The four people went through a deserted forest path, simulating the entry and escape to Jeans Castle over and over again and again and again.

Arthur, Isiel was a trained engineer, so he was good at learning topography. Clayo relied on the "memory" function of "promise" and Fran was just smart.

It's been a long time since we got to know the surrounding area in our own way.

As soon as Clay came in, he took off his shoes and fell on a bed filled with straw. Unlike the vigorous knights, he had to sleep even for a short time because he lost his stamina if he couldn't sleep.

It was already night time when Clayo woke up with his eyes closed.

Arthur was burning unnecessary clothes and luggage to infiltrate.

A bonfire is a bonfire anyway.

"Isiel?"

"If it's dark, there might be a variable, so I went to check the location to meet Chelsea again. He'll probably be back soon.”

"Oh, he's really prepared and diligent... Thank you. Ha-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah."

Clayo, who has not been tired due to a series of forced strikes, sat in front of the bonfire, yawning one after another.

There was still about an hour left before the operation began.

In the midst of August, the night of Mainrat was cool.

Arthur put a tin pot he found in the bungalow on a bonfire to boil the water, and began to brew tea. It was milk tea with a lot of sugar and milk that we bought together when we bought dinner earlier.

Perhaps because it was a night in the mountains full of stars, the atmosphere of talking with each other was the campfire of the MT day.

First of all, Arthur was flattered.

It was because he insisted that he must stop by a bar in the city despite the French opposition.

"I'm right, right? If you're mixed up with people, you'll hear more than you think."

It was a sight to see, so Clay kicked his tongue.

"Tut, he said yes. I've heard too much. You pretended you weren't interested in your second brother Young-ae, but you were the first to finish what you had to do.”

"Your matchmaker's mother is alive and well. That's so sweet."

Fran stepped in between Arthur and Clayo's great distance, apparently frustrated by the low-level conversation.

"When I was in Jeans Castle in the past, the second prince never showed his face. Things have changed."

"Yeah, Aslan picked up all the country girls' virginity.

"That's enough of your jokes. Isez is a rich enough region to be considered one of the best towns in Mainrat. Jeans wine makes a fortune. Showing his face to the festival and being liked by the local people is also a step that seems to be seen as a successor."

Arthur, who got the kettle out of the fire, looked quite serious, and gave Fran a glass first.

"Franc, your story is always deep. Can you tell me more details?”

"…that is, Aslan's marriage is also an extension of his successor's nomination. "If the Duke of Minerat, Friedrich, is to make his grandson, the prince of another country, the official successor, he will need the support of the Duchy of Laetica, the current emperor's power."

"What's the real benefit of making the Duchy of Laetica to succeed the Duke of Minerat?"

"Bruneen cannot inherit women, so now that Emperor Joachim's son died suddenly, there are no proper successors in the two dynasties.

In the meantime, imagine a seven-level knight with a blood relationship between the two dynasties. He's even a warrior who defeated the beast countless times."

"Hooray."

"If the princess of Suslan and Eugenia marry and bind the two dynasties together, the next emperor's position will not be a distant dream for Aslan. If they can pay for the queen in their own country, Laetica won't lose money."

Mainrat and Laetica were stronger in military power than the five other kingdoms, and their influence in domestic politics was also greater.

"You're in peace because you have something to eat. So they're going to sacrifice Albion?"

"That's what it's all about, but you don't know what a prince has to say....”

"Oh, what! Since when I've been a proper prince! Let me ask you this. People kept mentioning the name Asso and saying something about it. What did you mean?”

The veins stood out again on Fran's forehead, which became like a horse and a horse. Arthur was an unhelpful opponent of Fran's blood pressure management.

Clayo, who swallowed his share of tea, mediated between the two.

"The story was that the receptionist....”

So Clayo gave a carolinger conversation, and Fran summarized the Brunnenian conversation of other guests.

Arthur, who was gathering to wash the bitter teacups, opened his mouth wide.

"Oh, my God, Princess of Mainrat is so popular. I thought there was another prince in Albion that I didn't know!"

Clayo shook his head.

"When it comes to the reaction of the ladies, there was quite a demand in Albion. I don't know because you don't come into the ballroom very often."

"That is the curse of true love stories. Take the cold prince with my love. It's like this.”

"You've seen all that stuff."

"I don't see it. I don't see it. Female guests go everywhere and that's the story of the book story.”

Fran pushed up her glasses and said pitifully.

"The poison engineers of För and Hydra have been talking about openly going back and forth. Is that all you have to say?"

"No, I could see that Fran's investigation was very accurate. But I knew it from the beginning. You can't make a groundless report.”

Arthur praised Fran with sparkling eyes.

The naive admiration, which was almost completely mixed with admiration, made even the iron-blooded activists ashamed.

Fran turned awkwardly, sliding down her finger that had pushed up her glasses.

"Lionan, why is the story so... That's the point....”

At that time, a man quietly appeared from the entrance to Bangalore to help Fran out of trouble.

Arthur must have already been on the mark, so he poured all the milk tea left in a clean glass.

"Good trip, Isiel. So even if you check it at night, it's a place where the light doesn't leak out?”

Fran had a preview of where Chell's plane would land. A strangely deep plain, hidden from the castle, was surrounded by the mountains.

We all saw it together earlier, but even after sunset, Isiel checked one more time to see if the magical light would be visible at once.

"The terrain was so mysterious that the light didn't leak out. We used the lamp to locate the safest location and marked it as a push stone."

Arthur, who handed Isiel a steaming glass, delivered the final punch.

"Wow! How can I not believe Fran's opinion when nothing goes wrong? You're really amazing."

Fran blushed his ears no longer answering. He was not used to such blatant praise.

Click, click.

After drinking tea, a red-haired knight who opened the lid of a watch he had put in his vest pocket announced the time.

"It's time to go, Mr. Arthur. Let's get this straight. Francis, Clayo."

Each of the four looked at each other and nodded quietly as if they were determined.

It was the beginning of the invasion of Jeans Castle.