The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

"What is that?"

"What's wrong with throwing up?"

"It's all a shame. Fran, you had a hard time carrying that heavy pin! That's great, that's great."

"I read the hard Brunnen language, the hard work that I don't know."

"Great success in the castle, too! Ray said it was really cool!"

After being caught up with Arthur's companions, Fran was treated too friendly.

Even though my height was on par with mine, I couldn't get angry with the two childish twins yet, so only the wrinkles between the eyes of Fran grew deeper and deeper and deeper.

The quick-witted cello evoked the atmosphere lightly.

"Well, actually, it was Ray who was one of the Kkoraksuni.”

"That's true. I thought I had a real lung disease."

"I'm glad it was just a cold and flu.”

Isiel carefully dissuaded the twins from talking about Clayo.

"Kleio had a hard time, so I hope he doesn't make too much fun of him."

The depth of Isiel's expression quickly changed her attitude. I think what happened a few days ago was still on my mind.

"Oh, my God, that's too much. I'll apologize for my slip of the tongue. Elle, I forgot that it was dangerous for you to wear a muslin dress.”

"That was an emergency, wasn't it? That's nonsense."

Isiel's muslin dress was part of a plan to escape the Duchy of Mainrat.

The story goes back ten days ago.

The day when he infiltrated Jeans Castle was the perfect day for Clayo.

He even used double-sharp magic to climb mountains, to climb cliffs, to take off and land planes, and to erase the lights and sounds that he had not done for a night.

In the end, he even jumped into the Sechan River after entering the battle between a seven-level prosecutor and a six-level prosecutor who were exploding his murder.

Isiel knew that Clay wasn't too happy to go into the water.

Even if there was no work in the river a few years ago, it was pathetic to see a classmate who was likely to catch pneumonia if he was wrong.

Arthur and Isiel, who met downstream using a cuddly hem, wrapped a guard uniform top and a functional cloak in a stone and threw it into the water.

While leaving the river quickly, Arthur did not forget to explain why he sent Isiel first.

After that, I spent the night traveling along a forest road overlooking the old mail road. It was to avoid being caught in the chase.

The race was fast enough to match the speed of the train, with intermediate and senior prosecutors at full strength.

Even though I was tired, Isiel's heart was in a state of flux all the time.

Even though he understood Arthur's decision not to allow him to stand by during the match against Aslan, Isiel felt a heavy sense of shame.

The sword of knights is powerful, but sometimes there are things that cannot be done by strong swords and oaths alone.

Instead of adding unnecessary words, she quietly did her duty. Instead of Arthur who was injured, Isiel caught Clayo and carried him on his back.

Clay was unconscious even when the night was dusk and the dawn was midday. The heated body seemed to droop and fall if it did not hold on to it. Wet clothes quickly dried up in a few hours.

A person who lost consciousness should be heavy, but Clay was too light to be a fully grown boy, embarrassing Isiel.

He suffered an injury that was not deep, but not negligible, and Arthur, who had a broken right arm, got worse and worse while traveling all night.

Toward evening, when the mountain range finally reached a gentle terrain, Clay managed to come to his senses. It was the entrance of a small town dozens of kilometers south of Issez, Guy's Byrd.

Cleo, who opened his eyes in a place where the distant man began to be seen, led Arthur and Isiel into the plantation for grape harvest workers. It was still early, so the farmyard was empty.

This was Clayo's first word sitting on the floor with a groan as he lowered it carefully.

"You and I both need to wash up to catch the train.”

In the tarpaulin bag that Clayo had carried so far, there were light summer clothes and three pairs of socks for three people, a Brunnen Taller, a gold coin, and a piece of soap.

Fortunately, there was a pump in front of the plantation, so everyone could wash off their sweat and dust and change into new clothes.

The clothes in the bag had to be wrinkled, but they were still clean enough to have the smell of lavender poppuri that was put in after washing.

After that, they took off the regular cubicle that prevented insects and grass and dried the shoes only on a fire. Although the leather was twisted stiffly, it looked as if he was going to wear it in front of others.

Arthur, whose head was torn off when he bumped into Aslan and showed his hair color, drank an antidote to dye his hair and eyes, and Isiel still maintained his brown hair.

While Clay and Arthur were out by the well, Isiel changed his clothes from inside the tent.

Isiel's expression was still subdued in a light muslin dress with a green ribbon.

"It's pretty uncomfortable.”

Clayo, who was holding his hand in vain because he couldn't tie, smiled awkwardly.

"Right? I can change it as soon as I get out of Brunnen, so please give me one day. I'm sorry."

I didn`t mean to argue about that in this emergency. It's just hard to get you in this outfit.”

"Don't you think Arthur can move me from now on?”

"That's…."

Isiel stopped talking. Arthur covered his swollen right arm, but he couldn't escape Clayo's eyes.

The condition of his right arm had worsened after too long a fracture. The skin, which had been poisoned by rote, was dark, and there was a long scar on the left arm where the sleeves were tattered.

It was Arthur alone. There were scratches and tears on Isiel's arms and cheeks.

Clayo sighed deeply.

"You guys just got out of the fight, you're not advertising."

Having been distracted by the lack of fever, he blamed himself for his stupidity of not noticing the children's injuries in advance and circled without warning.

Poof!

"You're the one who'!”

"I chose my role as a sick person. So you can stay like this. I'm not hurt."

Isiel and Arthur couldn't stop Clay from evoking the Magistrate and Healing School.

It wasn't because I didn't know how.

It was because I thought that if I could cover the mouth of my classmates, who were shaking because they couldn't even sit properly, they would fall asleep.

The golden color of magic healed Arthur and Isiel intact. with no consolation to myself

In a few hours.

Three people arrived at the Gaysbyide train station.

We checked the station entrance to see if the news had been delivered to a small town like Gaysbide. It showed that the boundaries were spread throughout the western part of the Principality of Mainrat.

The soldiers' move was evidence that Aslan was taking over the real power of the Principality of Minerat and gaining cooperation from local lords.

As planned, the young couple and the three men posing as their servants passed the inspection safely.

Isiel seriously recited the setting in a fluent but hard-pronounced carollinger, "I was going to visit the Breck River after visiting the fair, but I lost my luggage in a joint carriage and my husband's illness worsened, so I'm going straight back."

In Isiel's face, young worries and concerns were real.

The wrinkled clothes of a beautiful lady with glossy brown hair seemed to indicate how hurried she was.

Behind her, it was very sad to see her husband, who had a bluish complexion, on his servant's back in mid-summer.

The wife was even greeted by the soldiers to be lucky on her journey.

The slow train from Guy's Byrd arrived at Dier City, the capital of the Duke of Krüll, around noon the next day after a full night.

Without a moment's delay, Isiel and Arthur took the fastest train ticket to Lundane.

During his return, Isiel, who borrowed a fountain pen from a station worker, carefully drew the tabular meal he had memorized on Clayo's palm and pushed the ether in without limits.

There was no utility to read or copy a book, and it was only useful to memorize the whole thing himself, so Arthur couldn't help.

However, the magical power of the prosecutor, who can't open the circle no matter how hard he tries, was very weak, so Clayo's fever barely went down.

Nevertheless, Clayo, who opened his eyes thin, thanked him several times. The voice was so thin that Isiel felt a little warm under his eyes.

It was a strange sensation for her, who had never cried since her mother died.

The train arrived at Lundane at 1 a.m. the next morning.

Chell, who received a telegram from the Duke of Kruehl, pulled out the carriage.

It was still the young couple, the sick husband and the three men who were dressed as servants that Chelsea, Fran and the twins met.

The children were very disappointed at Clayo.

If Fran didn't put down Clayo's fever by hanging up [the Inspector], he wouldn't have laughed like he is now and recalled the day.

"Uh, sorry!"

"Me too!"

"It really felt like we were on a vacation."

"You've been through a lot!"

As the twins said, their escape was not so disastrous.

On the day of the extraction of Hydra's poison research from Jens, Chelsea and Fran joined the twins outside the territory of Kishion, then bypassed the mountain path and headed to Dubris.

The territory of Kishion remained unsettled in the aftermath of the Bruneen attack two months ago.

No more trouble could be added to Schliemann Kishion, who had not allowed his only daughter to return home to restore her castle and endure the central government's audit.

The twins shared Ma Kwang-seok's foreclosures, and Chell went up the mountain range, dealing with the loathsome francs as baggage.

They were able to catch a train to Lundane the next morning from Dubris, 38 kilometers away from Parissa.

The city of Dubris, whose population has doubled in recent years, was promoted to a free city, but was still within the reach of the Kishion military camp.

Of course, no one paid attention to the group.

The twin girls dressed in lace-collar dresses with pale pink horizontal stripes, their guardians, tutors and young errand boys, were not so noticeable as they were mixed with vacationers returning to the capital after stopping at a resort in the Pintos Mountains.

No one would have known that the trunk of the pretty twin girls in the first class would be filled with photocopies of Ma Gwangseok Opaji instead of ribbons, pearl necklaces, and salt sculptures from Mount Pintos.

Three days later, Arthur, Isiel and Clayo returned from Brunen.

After a day's illness, Clay woke up, and from the next day, he and Fran stayed out of the lab, and called the children.

"Well, that's enough to make fun of Clayo's one and only experimental assistant. The owner of this lab invited us today and tipped us off that there's going to be a major announcement.”

"Is that what Asher told you? You had the habit of exaggerating because you didn't look like that."

"Exaggeration. It's great if you're done analyzing the data in a week. So you're going to present your research today?"

Clay walked out of the laboratory to the drawing room, waving his hand and answering the question.

"He's not a research assistant, he's a factual researcher. He did all the research, so I don't know anything. Well, Fran White here is the mastermind behind Hydra's poison analysis."

Fran's face crumpled by excessive praise and immediately went into counterattacks.

"Ha, yes, that's true. Asher, what you're doing is not research, it's prophecy."

"No, you know....”

Clayo, who played back a little bit, pulled his chair with a look of embarrassment.

Arthur, who was coming into the drawing room with a lemonade feature and a glass on a tray, was suddenly spoken.

"I don't know much about difficult stories, Fran!”

"Yeah, I'll tell you the conclusion because it'll be hard for you to understand. Hydra's poison can be neutralized by the embroidery of Mana Stone Sorrow."

Arthur looked back at Clayo just as he was trying to follow the Lemonade feature.

"Oh! Ray, don't we have some kind of amethyst?”

"There is."

The 24-carat-sized self-made pavilion was a mana stone from the amphitheater. Material that is rarer than Mana Stone Onyx and is not even known to the public.

"So you can neutralize any of Hydra's poisoned soldiers?"

Fran added heartily.

"How can this be so easy? It is only theoretically judged that a limited number of users located within a limited area will be able to neutralize. To do that, we have a lot of priorities."

Whether Fran continues the cold briefing or not, Arthur and other children think together.

I don't think that's what you're saying without enthusiasm. Is this how genius works?’

Arthur seemed genuinely thrilled.

"It's been less than two weeks since you've been to Brunnen. How is that possible?"

"The ingredients are all prepared by Asher, and it is just a reproduction of the experiment with the research materials organized by others. What nonsense is that? And Lyognan, you clean the lemonade."

"Oh!"

The story was filled with new lemonade that was absorbed in it, so they were wetting their feet.

Together, the children celebrated the success of the operation. A toast was made along the half-remembered lemonade in the feature, and while Arthur wiped the floor, laughter and uproar grew.

Fran, who took a step back and held a lemonade glass where the ice melted, was staring over the lens at Clayo, who was arguing for Arthur to wipe the floor alone, holding on to Isiel, who was trying to help the Lord.

After coming to the capital city, even the newly produced 'identification glasses' did not identify the existence of Clayo Asher.

The second son of Asherga was Fran's second encounter in his life.

The first unknown in his life was a mass of evil labeled the crown prince, which hardened fear and oppression into human form.

The second was that the existence was of a completely different kind from the crown prince, but was the same in that it did not allow understanding and analysis.

When you're surrounded by children, you just look like an ordinary student.

Fran knew the other face of Clayo Asher.

He sat back and remembered the past few days.

On the night of arrival at Lundane, Fran's [ Inspector] magic was weak to match the level of two levels. Clayo just woke up when he was about to get better or something like that.

Nevertheless, he acted as if he had been greatly indebted to Fran.

The lab already had dried Ezra's iron filings and blood-stained clothes from the Tristane site. A handful of Oniro from the Royal Society, a handful of aglapotis from Dione at the fair, was soon added.

Clayo, who ran to the lab as soon as he got up from his bed, gladly opened the safe room at Fran's request that he needed additional mana stones for solvent.

The small basement under the original storage room was changed to a safe room by Clayo magic.

When you walk on the carpet and tilt the door of the floor, only the smooth limestone walls were exposed below. The design was designed to open only when six magic plates were overlapped in one corner of the limestone wall and fastened like keys.

"I'm still at level five, and what kind of arrogant design did I do?" Clayo laughed and made excuses.

"You don't have to open it at the same time, you just have to put it in order. You saw the magic sequence, right? Just fill two slowly and it opens at the end."

The size of the magic that was spread out ranged from half the size of the palm to the entire entrance.

Like the metal door seen in Jeans Castle, the seal was released only when each of its size was opened in its own order.

Even the Meiji Master Jevedi broke it if it was broken, and it was a safe room that could not be opened easily without knowing the principles.

The vault that was finally opened was not dark.

There were light bulbs everywhere that had been made to glow for a long time using Mana Stone Crystal and Mana Stone Gold Filament.

Looking into the bright shade, Fran's face hardened unknowingly.

The underground-filled treasure was truly enormous. The lens of 'Discriminating Eyeglasses' caused an overload and could not be seen for a few seconds.

According to the letter, the amount of mana stone silver, gold, and T-flume steel bars, which were bought in small quantities, were collected in considerable quantities.

The precious mana stones were displayed in a wooden drawer as a mineral sample of a museum. It was more of a form of storing experimental materials than jewelry, making it seem absurd.

In addition, the origin and usage of the mana stone were written in small notes under the mana stone.

Half a piece of cloud from Masu Varg that made him a hero, a rose quartz of cherry from the queen's garden, and a pumpkin of shrubs. a 24-carat embroidery of grief from the amphitheater A box full of pigeons from the Kingdom of Crater.

Only the seat of the sapphire from Masu Tiamat was empty, and the rest were gathered as if they had any plans.

At that time, Clayo's subspace wallet was packed with cloud agate from the Masu Octavo, reflective acroate from Jeans Castle, poppy pomegranate, relaxed pearl, frozen sapphire and 5 carat-sized silk embroidery.

That alone was already a rare list of collections.

Even in the opposite cabinet, hundreds of hard-line diamonds shone brilliantly.

"There are some mana stones, so use them if you need them," was not the scale explained.

Fran was stunned.

"When I improved the hemisphere of the hugs, there was no end to Mana Stone. It's the size of a personal collection in the kingdom."

"Well, it's an experimental material. If there's anything you want to make in the future, please feel free to tell me."

"Don't you think I'm going to use this personally?"

Even in the middle of summer, the basement was cool, so Clay got up and was wearing a jacket to see if he felt cold.

It was a remarkable saying that he was such a weak person who was so weak that he couldn't even speak loudly.

"If you're the one who's going to do that, it's also my fault for seeing the wrong person."

And then he was grinning.

At that moment, Fran realized.

Behind that gentle attitude was the calmness found only in those who had no faith in human beings.

The voice of Fran's voice made the day stand.

"The reason you brought me to Jeans Castle was to test whether I was a human being who could betray you.”

Clay didn't even change his face and stroked his left hand's black but slow.

"I won't say no."

Fran felt a tingling pain in her ribs. The head insists otherwise, but the heart leans towards the strange comparison.

In that the condition of the body and the emotional expression are completely separated, Clayo Asher gave a curiously similar impression to Melchior.

It was a ridiculous idea.

"That's a foundation for the Third Prince to signify his kingdom. You'll be worth a lot more than all the Mana Stones here.”

"Hey, isn't that a pretty embarrassing compliment? It's amazing."

Fran shook his head.

"Asher, you are a demon in an old story told to children."

Clayo, who couldn't understand Fran's inner thoughts, had little thought when he heard this sound and that sound. I'm worried that my tongue is sticking out because I kicked my back pocket too big.

The same was true of the Devil's Whirlwinds.

You mean he was a bit of a trickster, right?’

Although the concept of the devil was nowhere to be found in the church of the goddess Menemoshin, the oral legend and the existence of angels and demons cast shadows like paper dolls with their backs against candles.

It was a strange design that the muse became the gods of national rituals, the father gods and his lions, and the narrator of the most beloved, but despondent, took the place of his grandmother's old story.

Now, of course, Clayo wasn't surprised by this strangeness.

The god of this world looked into the previous world where Clayo lived, and sometimes it does, so the two worlds must be subtly twisted and resemble each other.

Therefore, the French's reproach may not mean the devil or the Mepistopheles of modern literature as Christianity says.

'What's wrong with listening to some sarcasm? We need backup to open the safe.’

This safe room was designed only by a wizard.

If something happened and he couldn't come to the lab, someone had to be able to open the safe.

"Behemoth is as smart as ever, but has no ether sensitivity, and if it is opened to the magical level of the knights, the safe's defense becomes too weak."’

Fran won't write a scar or be a sorcerer for Arthur and his friends.

But I was sure that I would not turn a blind eye to the children if they were in trouble without Clayo.

Fran, who had an employee ID card to enter the Capital Defense University and had no personal greed, was the perfect person. The conscience of those who choose to live under the attic and use the public bathroom instead of living as the only heir to a wealthy count is usually firm.

In this dream, the two wizards focused on producing the poison of the improved hydra recorded in the research report to produce a neutralizing reaction.

To be exact, Fran manufactures it and Clay brings the necessary items.

The manufacture and composition of the improved poison was clearly different from that of a century ago in the royal library.

Fran, the secretary whom Clayo had collected during his brief errands, and the bird devoting to the forbidden books, stayed up all night fiercely.

There is a report that even the magician was used as an experiment, even if you take your time while taking care of yourself. There seems to have been more external researchers.He/she was enthusiastic about the analysis, saying, "I converged with the use of aglapotis when my attempt to apply the superintendent's rule was not possible."

Sometimes, I visited the behemoth and went to see if my servant ate well and lay down in comfort.

On the surface, it was peaceful days. However, it was not easy for Clayo to lie in a long chair and hug the cat and fool around.

He repeated the conversations of the researchers he had overheard at Jeans Castle.

Whenever Fran went back to Hydra's history of poison development, evidence supporting the researchers' words was piled up one by one.

The experiment with the wizard was Hester Ward's. The same was true of the idea of applying the Inspector General's law school.

'I knew Hester was going to Aslan. But….'

The new drug, Aglao, is said to be exclusively supplied by Meridys at the top of Asher under the supervision of Vlad.

It was Dionne's report, so there was no mistake.

Then there was only one thing that meant that Aslan could be reliably supplied with the new drug.

"Blade Asher stuck to Aslan.’

As Clayo knows, the Meridian's Trading Post was now entirely Blad's jurisdiction.

Did Gideon Asher really not know that?

Or could he not hold back knowingly?

Either way, it is a troublesome problem.

Fran again demanded an explanation from Clayo, who was thinking about whether he could go to Colpos this time to dig up the part and what would happen if he was robbed of all the funds. It was about the events of the church, which were delivered only roughly.

This time, he delivered every part of the story without leaving out a single part.

"…to conclude, Hester was originally trying to transform the mitigation system to use the art of sucking ether instead of blood.”

"As long as you memorize it correctly, even a knight who can't open a circle can see the effects of a feeble magic trick, so it's a possible idea."

Fran looked over the pressure of the Ma Kwang-seok he was holding and raised his glasses.

"I don't think I meant it. There would have been no Bruneen article to memorize the law school."

"Really? Not only Isiel and Chelsea, but also Angelium kids are good at memorizing school lunches. That's weird."

"Minerat's knights are taught differently from Albion. In line with other countries' magic techniques falling behind Albion, I think prosecutors are superior to wizards.”

The cat's eyes narrowed when he heard Fran's words.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! That's a slip of the tongue.”

To cater for the behemoth's tail flicking on the floor, Clay raised his back up and patted the cat's butt.

Patting, patting, patting.

While knocking on the cat's buttocks with skilled workmanship, Clayo had the talent to continue thinking freely.

"There are differences in the way ethers are handled by different countries, and that's something I didn't even think about.’

Knowing the previous manuscript, living in Albion for several years did not automatically create an analytical power for the entire world.

He was the new man whose brain was valued.

"And in fact, your friends are non-typical prosecutors. What do you think the Capital Defense School is? Among the ether respondents, it is an institution that accepts only a handful of elite members. It's never easy to memorize a school meal exactly enough to make it work by hand."

Upon hearing Fran's words, Clayo thought of Isiel's warm hands, which he had been painting every time the magic ink had been erased and eagerly penetrating the ether during his return to Lundane.