The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

"I was looking at the chart. It's a very finely crafted product, so it's eye-catching.”

Gideon beckoned Clay, who was about to stand up from his desk chair.

He settled down in a familiar manner in the reading chair just in front of the wall.

The chairs facing the window were located at a mysterious distance enough to talk to each other without disturbing the person sitting at the desk.

Since the place was a place, Gideon's tone was relatively soft.

"On a sea road you've never been interested in.”

"It's new to me now, but it's heartbreaking to hear from my friends say. The Sentroom Continent seems to be an interesting place."

"Interest… yes, it's a land where common sense and ideas are not used. Want to know about the Sent Room?"

"Yes. Anything.”

Somehow Gideon, who didn't come to work even though it was a weekday, seemed quite relaxed.

Whether there was a wind or there was a reason to recall memories, Gideon, who had a finite attitude, gave a variety of unusual information about the Sent Room.

Clay responded with sincerity and listened to Gideon closely.

The story goes beyond the level of a mess in the wind, a strange current, a sea cannot be seen only by the sun, or difficult to supply drinking water.

"…there's a library in the ruins of the Sent Room?’

When an oasis is rarely found on land where the water dries up, an endless valley stretches under the water.

There were several testimonies that the library was located in the middle of the valley.

But even if you mark the spot and go back to it with difficulty, you can't find any trace as all the ruins of the Centum have disappeared.

"In the water, stone tablets and books that melt away as soon as they are taken out of the water are preserved in perfect shape. I called the church, and I wanted to send it to the church."

"Sure… it's not a normal ruin."

"There was a wizard who said there were books of 'truth' and 'history,' but he died of old age."

"Is it okay for me to hear this?"

Giddion, looking at Clayo without answering, took out some books from the bookshelf in front of the armchair.

It was like pulling out a book at random, but soon there was an organ moving behind the bookshelf. A few seconds later, a shelf was pushed to the side, revealing a secret safe.

The door to the safe made of T-flume had a clear [borrowing] magic engraved on it by a superior wizard.

Clayo breathed out in vain.

It was a natural institution not to find this side.

Gideon opened the safe and handed it over to him was a few sheets of Ma Kwang-seok's abrasion made by magic.

The rough strokes made the original look like clay or stone plates, not paper.

Clayo's head sank unknowingly towards the copy paper.

After a closer examination, the shape of the image carried on the Abge looked similar to the words, form and typeface of the "Palimpsest." However, it was not immediately determined what kind of characters were written.

"Huh?! "

At the moment, "Understanding" of "Promise" sparkled, and names such as "Essalt" and "Leonid," which were familiar words, caught my eye.

It certainly seemed like an important clue to the secrets of the world.

'The source is the underwater library in Centum.'

Clayo was too focused to look suspicious, so he quickly took his eyes off the pressure. However, it was already past time to be questioned.

Gideon went on without much ado.

After the Norma Wizard died, research on Centrum was returned to Asher Corporation. There's something like this. They said they managed to get some copies of the stone plates they brought out of the water from the underwater library in Centum before they were scattered."

It was the first time I had such an aimless conversation with Gideon.

So Clayo became anxious.

'Suddenly, he'suddenly.

Clay turned the story to the side because he didn't know what Gideon meant.

"Maybe the water... I think it's maintained the old type of stone."

Of course, the sly businessman was not drawn in.

"Yes, that's the right guess. You're collecting books of old history, aren't you? I hope this will help."

Clayo's books were old books that contained myths about the composition of the world and legends that the church and the state did not recognize.

After a thousand years, all the stories about Leonid, Isalt, and Langslow have been mixed up and mutated.

I just wanted a fluke, and I asked without much income if I could find evidence that history was repeated every thousand years.

I didn't know you were caught in Asher's information network.

"It was no big question. Oh, my God. May I give you valuable information?”

It is not only valuable but also dangerous. The story of the founders of the Kingdom of Albion is clear.

"It's useless to me. No wizard or scholar could interpret the language. But I think it's working for you."

Gideon found out that Clayo read the article written there the moment he handed over the pin.

There wasn't much to hide in front of him.

Clayo was in a difficult situation.

"Oh, what should I do....’

Gideon scattered Clayo's embarrassment with an indifferent look. From the standpoint of listening, it was the sound of my heart continuously pounding.

"That's your natural gift of fate. Just like we did carolinger."

It wasn't a coincidence that he had agreed in front of Chelsea at the previous dinner.

Clayo asked a question to remove his lips that did not fall off.

"Have I ever learned carolinger before?"

"No. The tutor who graduated from Pontilis University has been in class all two years, but like all other teachers, he failed to teach you something."

An awkward silence filled the study.

After a couple of turns of the clock, it was Gideon who rescued Clayo from embarrassment. He changed the subject as if nothing had happened to him.

"Your comrades all went to the beach, but did you come here to see the sea map?"

"There's no way we can follow the stamina of a knight-of-the-mill every day, and I've been spending time here because I'm curious about the library."

"I see. It must have stayed in your mind even if you lost your memory. I know Mrs. Canton, who has been looking after you since you were a child, often told you stories about Telma."

I didn't mean to hide much, but as soon as the source of the information was stolen, Clayo's facial expression became increasingly difficult to manage.

Gideon does not care about Clayo's plight, but over Clayo he becomes a walnut tree.He only stared at the desk with E-T panel decorations.

"Telma did the impeccable hostess when she was serving tea in the drawing room, but her favorite place was in front of the desk where you sat."

Clay slipped his arms off the desk.

So, was there a letter in here?’

The Etensel-style antique furniture, which was made by fitting the edges without a nail, seemed to be the only private collection that Telma had brought when she got married.

'I don't think this is... It's like a place of memories between a husband and wife.'

When talking about the owner of the desk, it was strange to call it "Tellma" instead of your mother or your mother. It was because he felt like he was treating his lover, not his wife.

Clayo was late, but he hid his fidgety face. It was not easy because it was right after I read the letter from the woman who had already died.

Even his biological parents would feel awkward, but Gideon is not even his biological parents.

"I see."

Gideon, a slow retrospective of Telma, was also not very comfortable. The cold expression that he always showed seemed to collapse and faint confusion seemed to hover around his thin lips.

"We didn't have this conversation all the time.’

But words that seem to have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. The recipient's incorrect sincerity.

Clayo lets it slip away.

How can I be sure that I am your second son when everything has changed?

It was a touch of shame that he had been blessed as a complete stranger.

Gideon Asher lost his child permanently.

Maybe eight times. And the ninth one.

The incident involves Gideon's sin, not sin, and an understandable background, but an incomprehensible mystery.

A world where there is a God cannot be entirely one's own fault.

Clayo Asher is not allowed to engage in the life of a man who existed as Clayo Asher before he was in this world.

So what he has to say is something else.

"Thank you for your precious memories, Father. Thank you for the gift. It doesn't suit the situation, but I have something to say since I met you. It's about the business at the top."

"In business?"

The greenish-brown eyes, which were covered with faint sorrow, regain their usual clarity and coolness. His father's face, stained with guilt and remorse, instantly turned into a cold businessman's face.

Clayo found this conversation much easier.

"Can there be a supply chain other than ours in the new drug aglao grown in Meridys?"

"Why do you ask that?"

Clayo, who breathed out long breaths, explained the poison of Vlad, Aglao and Hydra and suggested the possibility that his eldest son might have been involved in Aslan's illegal experiments.

Gideon asked back.

"Do you have any evidence?"

Clay answered immediately.

"No."

If there was evidence, I wouldn't have to say every word like this. Gideon must have noticed it first.

From what we've seen, Gideon was a reliable man, at least in terms of rationality.

"I don't think I'm a human being who's going to be involved in a social compromise like mass murder. He's an extreme rationalist. I don't do anything to lose.'

If Vlad were to join Aslan in earnest, Gideon was the only one who could stop him.

It is worth criticizing that Clayo, who has already turned to Arthur's side, is framed, but Gideon, who is expressionless that is difficult to read, left the library after only saying, "Okay."

Clay got up from his desk chair, exhausted, and sprawled on a wide sofa.

I got so much information in a short period of time that I was confused.

Three sheets of Ma Gwang-seok Abuse from the Sent Room were not fully interpreted even when "Understanding" was written in "Promise".

Just one part.

Leonid, who went to Lake Nineveh, spent many days pacing the waters, asking to see Isalt's face.Only one short line was read completely. It was a new anecdote that had never been seen in any literature.

'It's a variant of the Gores, but... If you can't read the word "promise," you can't do it to me.’

Later, when the epic intervention level went up further, I decided to read it again, and folded the paper up and put it in a subspace wallet.

But one thing was clear.

"If you really want to unlock the secrets of the world, you should go to the Continent someday. Whoo….'

It was a very painful decision for Clayo, who hates hardship, movement, and sailing.

***

Coo-qua-qua-boom!

Slap, shoot!

Two, two, two, two, two.

Having gone all the way to Comma Island, Chell skillfully circulated the fuselage of the plane and returned to the beach.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Whoo-ah!

Running parallel planes along the short coastline, Chell set off at an exquisite angle and landed the plane at shallow waters.

Cell's airplane handling technology has reached the point of art.

Clayo, lying on his back on the sunbed, dragged himself up. I was dumbfounded by the sudden air show.

Lipi and Letisha, wearing swimsuits today, jumped all the way to Coppet, where excited and Rachel was just getting out.

Arthur, who was carrying a punch feature with Isiel, was heard cheering in the distance.

Chell made a one-shot approach and came up to the beach gracefully without wetting his feet at all at once.

Clayo muttered in a dazed voice.

"What's all this about?"

"What do you mean, an airplane. Clare Cleavidance's new CC3! The new Mana Stone Diamond that I asked for recently came back."

When it comes to dangling diamonds, it was thought that it would produce a new gas.

"But that was only a week ago. Isn't it a quick production? Is it okay to ride it?"

"What are you talking about? The Clavidons are the ones who do what they want. You see, the turnaround is much more natural than before, and [hardening] is evenly distributed throughout the fuselage!"

"Yes, that's because the light of Ether touches the tail similarly, but what's with that roar?"

After sitting on an ice box, crossing his legs, and holding the goggles up on his forehead, Chell smiled as if anyone would fall in love with him.

"I was inspired by your magic. I'm still not up to my level, so I can't fly [the circle of advancement], so I've imitated it with a weapon."