The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

The swimming competition was a surprising victory for Leticia.

Chell, who came in last with the product, decided to feed him plenty of oysters in Novantes in the winter.

The children, who roughly washed the sea water off the pump on the beach and wore beach towels, dropped water without any salt in their heads.

Leticia chatted excitedly, gesturing and kicking.

"I've never been here in Angelium because my father kept on saying things. Master your swimming skills so that you can fight even if the battleship goes down!

"I can't just watch you play in the water. The dignity and example of the lord's child. It was so hot that we couldn't let them play and we felt wronged!"

Clayo gave a bitter smile.

The southwestern garrison was the Navy. More than 20 knights were also trained as crew members.

I remembered last winter when I was assigned to practice my own operation of Angelium.

Even if it's a fleet, it's enough to defend the coast, and it's like a few destroyers per battleship. You're like a commanding officer of the Great Fleet. By the way.'

Brunen is located inland, and Carolingian cannot afford to maintain naval power. Even though the Albion Navy is large-scale, I heard that it has been a long time since the naval battle took place.

Since its founding, Albion's fleet has been stationed in the port of Carmen. Angelium's first child was originally a fisherman's son. In the Battle of the Chlorto River basin, he won a great victory using the flow of the river.

Even though it seemed clumsy, the fleet in the southwestern part of the country seemed to have its own name. This is because it was a world with few incentives to maintain the Great Fleet.

Because the weather was relatively stable, the route to the eastern end along the coast of the Dernier Continent was also extremely safe.

A century ago, the Kingdom of Pedr and Albion were rivals in maritime trade, but during the Thirty Years' War between Porigo and Pedro, the entire trade with the Meridian was in Albion's hands.

Up to here, it was the history of the Albion Navy and Angelium Authors, who were caught by their own producer at every dinner from the self-writer they went to for practice.

"Ray, if you're not going to eat it, can I eat the prawn in front of you?”

And one of the future seven candidates for Angelium's own production, Lippi, was eager for a piece of the prawn Carpacio in front of Clayo.

Clayo pushed Lippi with a bowl.

"Hehe, thank you.”

I didn't know how thin it was to put it in my mouth with a fork without spilling a single strand of dill or olive oil.

'Well, it was a good taste.’

Carpacio, which spread the skin of the prawns and spread them widely, sprinkled with caper, dill, lemon zest, and fresh porridge olive oil, was even sweet.

A series of saffron paella scented with garlic in baked potatoes, paprika powder, freshly squeezed lemon juice and fresh Italian parsley, and saffron paella with plenty of seafood came out one after another and disappeared in a flash.

They were children who were burning calories all over the sea. He shouted that he was hungry, so he came into a restaurant on the beach and had ordered all the available menus.

The food served from a small restaurant run by her husband and his wife, who are forgo, tasted surprisingly good compared to the low price.

Perhaps because Colpos was a trading port, many foreigners seemed to live together.

It was a very good thing for Clayo.

On the shelf over the pink gingham check tablecloth, there was a row of glass jars containing pickled tomatoes, paprika and green olives.

"I guess the south of Colpos is an olive oil culture. You didn't know because you couldn't afford to eat and play in Angelium.’

Central Albion and Brunen were clearly butter cultures.

But when I came down to the southwestern part of the country, I was happy to see fresh seafood and fresh olive oil without being sacked.

Soon, there was no crumbs left on the table and disappeared.

The twins patted the bellies.

"Oh, it's so delicious. It would have been nice if our nail came. What a shame!"

"Cats are territorial animals and they don't want to leave their territory. I can't help it!"

The twins, who had been willing to bring them to Behemoth, missed the cat that had slipped out of their arms and were sad that they could not share delicious food.

"And I'm twice as sorry that I couldn't eat oysters."

Rachel comforted the twins with a big smile.

"I'm going to Novantes the next time the oysters come out. Please wait for the winter vacation.”

The hostess, who was listening to the conversation, quickly served a plate of heated oil pickled oysters in a brown terra-cotta bowl.

"Guests, it's the oysters we pickled last season. They must taste them. I'm happy that you guys eat so well."

It was the service of the owner who enjoyed a lot of sales during the off-season.

"Wow! Thank you!"

The children charged into the bowl in a combative way.

The rather large bowl, which was infused with refraction, was empty in a few minutes later.

Originally, they used to burn a lot of calories, but as they played in the cold water where autumn was approaching, they burned more calories.

It was like Clayo's old man to say something of concern even though he knew it and was worried.

"Are you okay with having dinner like that?"

After arriving at Colpos, a welcome dinner for the children was scheduled for the second night.

The always busy Gideon took time, and the owner of the mansion, who was as busy as Gideon, supported the silver tray himself and delivered an invitation to dinner to each child.

Even before such a burdensome dinner, the twins were not nervous at all, so in a sense they were very consistent.

Two Angeliums chattered as they dipped bread in oil mixed with pink pepper and pepperoncino, which contained oysters.

"The dinner starts at 9 p.m. It was far away."

"This is it and that's it. By then, they'll be gone."

After the rain, it seemed that the level of snow seemed slightly higher than that of Isiel. I have no choice but to have a good appetite.

"Eat as much as you can. You have to grow up."

"Yeah. Maybe we'll be taller than Rainer when we're 19.”

"Yes, I'll look forward to it."

A few hours ago.

Fran also received a burdensome invitation from a silver tray, but naturally expressed her intention not to attend the dinner.

"Tell the boss that you have that attitude that this humble experimental assistant doesn't even have a black tie.’

So, Clayo was subtly funny.

He seemed to think of his class as a weakness, and he was stubborn in a strange way.

Fran planned to read the report on Aglao and the Merridis exploration records starting tomorrow when the Colpos Trade Union library pass was issued.

Clayo opened the library of Asher Street for Fran, who was anxious about the lack of a day's time due to the issuance of a pass.

Of course, they were greeted by romantic poetry books and classic works with high binding, but there was no data to help the Aglao investigation.

Asher's investigation department could not have left the results in a beautiful home library with a fresco of the goddess of the epic on the ceiling.

Franch, who was in vain, disappeared into his bedroom even before dinner time, like a man of discipline who went to bed early and woke up early in the morning.

I hate tilting my glass late under the crystal chandelier.

He said so, but he never took off his hat properly after arriving at the mansion, and saw that he was taking off his glasses in front of others, so he also showed his intention not to remember his description. There is no reason to participate in a dinner and sell your face.

'Well, the only good capitalist is the dead capitalist. Is that a little unfair to Gideon?’

Even when he came to Colpos, Clay rarely saw Gideon's face.

He was the head of a huge Asher boss and a man of the rank who had to work and earn income.

In other words, they are in a different situation from the old aristocrats, whose profits come from land and trust inherited by the rich.

"But these days, Meridian's trade with Asher is in full charge of the title of vice-chairman, so things have been relieved."

It seemed that he was off work once a month. It was Clayo who thought business was nothing.

For now, the lack of Vlad made it less irritating, but it was not less troublesome.

The presence of Vlad Asher, who may be in close contact with Aslan to help make Hydra's poison, was a serious variable.

Whether he knows Hydra's poison, whether Gideon knows he's putting the ingredients, how far he can tell, and whether he can trust Gideon completely in the first place... There was nothing I could be sure of.

"Whew."

Clayo, who sighed as the ground was gone, looked at himself in a strange mirror and buttoned up the double-brested waistcoat one by one.

It was said that it was a room that I had been staying in since I fell from the nanny, but it was not much different from the guest room. The bedroom was quite large, but there were few personal belongings in the cabinet, which was attached.

The atmosphere was awkward, and the dinner was not so good, so it was also a little aesthetic to dress up.

When I tied a bow tie to the neck of a wing-tip collar shirt that was stiff like a cardboard, the ribbon was not balanced because it kept looking crooked.

Somehow, he refused to help his servant because he felt awkward.

It wasn't because the servants knew the original "Cleio Asher." On the contrary, it was strangely embarrassing to treat Clayo, who was born and raised in this mansion, as if he were a guest of the mansion.

"My tie is going to get wrinkled. Do you want me to tie you up?”

Before I knew it, a cell stood under a pillar at the entrance to the cabinet room.

She had a tray in one hand and her legs were lightly twisted, leaning against the pillar, and was in a picturesque posture.

"Chelle, you're all dressed up in no time."

"That's enough."

The neutral charm of the cello, which revealed its elegant forehead and long neck, was maximized due to its appearance.

Black, white, perfectly dressed tuxedo and a folded hankerchiff were perfect.

Clayo gave the already depressed tie to Chelsea with good-naturedly held out to Chelsea.

Chell hummed the tray down on the table and skillfully tied the tie. Then he pushed Clayo's shoulder in front of the mirror.

It was a pointed bow with ribbons in two layers and a ponytail in the front.

Clayo's face crumpled in the stool.

"Hey, this is a little....”

"Well, it's cute. She'll love it.”

"What's my opinion?"

"You have no right to complain to a man who can't tie himself."

"Then why don't you go get Arthur some floral decorations? He's probably wandering around.”

"You don't have to worry, you've been followed.”

"My dear."

"Come on, stop complaining and have a cocktail. There's still time before the dinner starts. Now that the sun is over, we can start the cocktail."

Rachel thrust a tray into Clayo that she had prepared in advance for the owner of the house. The scent of gin and vermouth spread softly from the cold glass.

Two people came out to the drawing room and bumped their glasses.

Mrs. Canton was also very talented, but I couldn't help but admit that the owner of the house was one step ahead of Joju.

"Oh, that's great. You're such a hard warden."

"Huh-hoo. I'm a guest. The owner of the house is not as awkward as the master who has come back as a completely new man."

"…okay?"

The butler, who was almost in his old age, with a polite expression on his face like an armor, was very polite, but Clayo was quite uncomfortable with him. Sometimes, the butler's eyes seemed to stay on him for some time.

"The ghostly Asher family's youngest master turned up as a hero and knight in the capital, so even the hard-headed governor would have to look twice."