The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

This 'Palimpsest' was not only a tool for revision, but also a useful tool for understanding what happened.

A single line of information was precious and regrettable to him.

Clayo skimmed through the lines at great speed.

As it is said, it was a desperate reading of life and the entire future.

The [hardening] of Isiel and Leticia has reduced the scale of the damage by enduring the explosion at levels four or five that would never have been considered. At the moment of the explosion, Chelsea and Lippi rushed out and turned their flag over the clouds.

Since then, however, it has not been confirmed that the children are safe.

When the overlapping background was removed, a very unexpected person appeared behind it.

It was Pierce Klagen.

The commander of the Capital Defense Corps, who stood with Rimni's sword in his body, shielded the West Bank with the barrier of the river caused by mixing ether. It was a 'water curtain' expressed by his own skill.

The purple-colored "Water's Curtain" blocked the fire emitted by the beasts who rushed out following the explosion.

It was blocked by the adrenal light of the explosion, but behind Pierce Klagen, there was a shield of the palace and Tasserton. Despite the catastrophe, the palace seemed to be safe.

But Pierce? Even a Swordmaster would have been under a lot of pressure to use that kind of skill.’

It didn't make sense.

As Clayo has experienced, Pierce wasn't the kind of person who accomplished his mission even as he walked his life.

rustling, flapping.

Clayo's hand, which hands over the manuscript in the reverse direction, has accelerated.

The previous page.

The previous page.

The background of the event was all beyond Clayo's imagination.

‘!!!’

It was because of Hydra's poison that Pierce was able to use the Water Curtain.

It was the latest version of the drug that improved the aftereffects, but it did not explode, and the expansion of the ether bowl continued.

For an opportunist who supported Aslan but did not devote his full and blind allegiance to him, Zuleika left a trump card.

Tasserton Tristane, or Melchior's insult, was tantamount to pushing Pierce's back.

Now Pierce considered Melchior an enemy to defeat.

How on earth does this story get tangled?

The manuscript was a series of surprising contents.

While the children were running to Lundane, Aslan was also returning to Lundane on an express train with a deal on the armed conflict in the southeast.

But that's half the fabricated evidence.

It was an incident created by Aslan, who had long vacated Lundane, to regain his position.

"It was to deal with an article that didn't properly adapt to Hydra's poison, and to take over the position of the coordinator who ended the conflict. And the reason you blew it up right now was because of the dungeon?’

Obviously, I felt that way.

From the area of Lundane, where access was restricted due to the explosion of the door of the Menemosine, Aslan drove the Junma himself to the school's location.

Aslan's real purpose was not to cover up Bruneen's invasion of the border.

If he had been supported by Zuleica, it was likely that he would have collected more copies of stone tablets from the Continent or valuable torture documents than Clay.

"If any of them had a description of the current dungeon, the Night of the Light, and if it had awakened Aslan's memory…".’

How much memory do Aslan have left?

On the basis of his hatred, it was not strange even if there was fragmentary information about the final showdown.

Therefore, Clay was not the only one who was aiming for the "Bye Chang."

The reading is finally over.

It was now time to revise.

Clayo went back three manuscripts before all that happened.

Callforce. Dinner. Something blocked the tip of his pen, which was about to draw a line right behind the scene where everyone was playing cards before going to bed and delete the following pages.

instrumental music. instrumental music.

As if the entire page had been laminated, the corrective sign could not be used even if the pen touch the ground.

The warning message flashed.

[-Cannot be edited. The author confirmed the page's development as a blackout.]

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:00:48 / 00:05:00]

Clayo did not panic, but began scratching the margin of the manuscript down with a pen to find out where it was coming from.

a stick-in-the-mouse game

instrumental music

an oblique angle

The point where ink began to get on the ground after passing through the boards that refused to be marked was the last page where ink was spilled.

It meant that the fire spread over the Scola and Sovereign districts, and the ghost of a bomber that popped out of the gates of Manemoshine should be there.

Is it because too many people are involved?

Or is it because too many future events are determined?

Without knowing the answer, Clay removed a paragraph that lasted only a few minutes.

Detailed adjustment was possible.

Clayo wrote that instead of breaking the fissures, the internal fissures were cracked, reducing the pressure applied to the scaffold.

It was a simple and dull sentence, but the author accepted the amendment.

A familiar message approved the modification of Clayo.

- The author accepts the editor's recommendation.]

[-The paragraph is edited.]

At the same time, "Promise" also posted a warning that Clay was prepared to issue.

[-A-AROIGNAN] is deeply involved in the composition of the world.

[-In an excessive modification attempt, the original Palimpsest of □□□□ is …It's getting scratched... probability... Go…damaged…]

[-e, some of the pre-revision paragraphs are randomly mixed.

- The internal consistency of the narrative decreases.]

"Tardiness" and "Understanding" unfold at a intensity that has never been done before, and time slows down like the downstream of the ocean.

When it feels like a second of a second is moving over an hour by pulling and pulling.

a thud

Arthur, who had closed his eyes for the battle to resume and was drawing Ether, trembled slightly.

The young man's left forehead was red. The slow blood soaked the collar.

Arthur was also at the verge of an internal crack explosion. Even though he didn't modify his behavior itself, he eventually got hurt when he changed the flow of the story.

The face was a vital point. It was difficult to continue the battle if blood went into the eyes during the fight.

Arthur, who rarely gave up his face even though his arms and legs were full of wounds, was hurt on his forehead only once throughout the 8th period.

a showdown under the shadow of a coronation eclipse

Tasserton and Arthur had a terrible battle.

Blood clattered in the already red king's hall. The two were equally good, so minor deviations changed the course of the fight.

It was not enough to confront the duke with Lancelotristine's sword and Begg's sword.

Tasserton broke the weapon and treated it harshly, regardless of the bad days of the family.

The blade of the dagger, broken by his deep blue sword, was stuck on Arthur's left eyebrow. The wound, which was deep enough to reveal the skull, remained on Arthur's forehead.

That day, the world's age of ether is over and the age of magic is over. The healing magic was practiced, so the wound could not be erased.

Since then, Arthur of the Eighth Church has turned his head back clean as if he were reflecting on the evidence of his painful defeat.

It was a fight that changed the course of human history.

But a fight that Arthur couldn't win.

But Clay couldn't heal Arthur's wounds right now. Defensive magic to prevent the death should have taken precedence over Arthur's treatment.

Let's do it!

The world, which had been white, gradually became black and began to weave people, events, events and backgrounds.

Clay did not just sit back and watch the restructuring of the world.

The wizard, who clenched the wand, proactively raised the heat and defense, which were written in reverse direction by burning the diamond of Ma Kwang-seok.

The internal solidarity exploded to the limit, but the explosion did not expand. The heat and the cold met to extinguish the fire of the beast.

Clayo is ready to release the collected ether in one fell swoop. Knowing the development of the situation, there was no reason to look at the situation or reserve strength.

The beasts, which had been united through a gap in the internal solidarity, were released and began to fill the sky within Clayo's circle.

Thanks to Jebedi and Rosa's performances, they were a group of "noblemen in the sky" who were less energetic.

Instead of making the internal crystal explode while trying to block all the sales, the proper measure was effective.

As the pressure on the settlement was lifted, the images of Jebedi and Rosa surrounding each other were revealed. The two masters were exhausted and collapsed, but they could feel their breath and life. Their ether bowls were also intact.

Isiel held out by putting [hardening] together with Leticia, who had a lower level than him.

Arthur, who is higher than the two, extended his unrivaled [hardening], leading him to the underground where he could feel his presence again.

It was not easy to apply such a powerful and wide ether to bare ground, which is not human but non-metallic.

Arthur was doing it by putting in an ignorant amount of ether I had.

It wasn't a long-range situation.

Clay waited impatiently for the accumulated beasts to escape at the entrance to the gate of Manemoshine.

Since it is impossible to use climate magic twice, it was to start the magic at the most effective moment after they all came this way.

It was also calculated that it would be easier to attack if the inside of the remembered space was emptied.

You have to finish it all at once.’

As a huge number of beasts beat hard within Clayo's [Defense] magic range, the door of Manemoshine finally revealed its entrance through the flames created by Masu.

On the door was written '3' in ancient letters. It was an entrance.

It was time to enter the dungeon.

cried Clayo.

"Come on, you and the boys go into the gates of Manemoshin! It's now!"

Flaming!

At the same time, the pressure on Clayo's circle increased. The separation clouded Clayo's pain.

Still united, the beasts did not create the bombing unlike when it was widely spread. I was just burning myself up and scattering the strong wind and debris in the process.

However, the energy of the beast alone soothed the ends of the brown hair, and the weak skin became ripe and red.

The defense magic that unfolded in the reverse direction, as Jebedi did, did not protect the magic demonstrator.

Still, this was not an unbearable intensity compared to the fire that the "noblemen in the sky" who flew.

But Arthur did not think so.

He simultaneously examined the images of his wounded colleagues, his moribund teachers, and the condition of the basement holding up the earth's sound of fire and solidarity.

"Not now."

The basement had already cracked the ceiling and broken columns.

If Arthur stopped [hardening], he would be buried in earth or even if he did not, he would collapse in one shelling by the "nobleman of heaven."

Clayo was embarrassed and stunned.

Of course, Arthur understood that he could do that, so he quickly came up with a solution.

"I'll cast a defensive spell on the basement garage, so you go through the door. Come on!

Arthur answered immediately.

"I can't do that. You have to do climate magic.”

In the midst of this sudden chaos, Clay felt hopeless.

Arthur's attitude was obstinate. It was obvious that it would be difficult to persuade in many words.

There isn't much time left until you have to start a double rash.

Clayo pulled out his strongest card.

"You were a man who could weigh things. Why are you being so stupid when you decide to kill me? Think smart. Leave my back to me."

Clayo persuaded Arthur with the idea of two double-shots covering an underground warehouse.

There was an extra diamond in the wallet.

I've tried it so far, and even a little bit of ether won't kill a man.

There was no way to force Arthur's back, which would not move with reasonable guarantees.

Arthur, who was still on the floor, stretched out a thick layer of reinforcement underground, said.

"Just as I did not deny the possibility of killing you, I should have been able to push the lives and your comfort of those who believed in me underground.”

When he looked up, his hair clung to the blood that had not stopped. Even his golden eyelashes were soaked in blood, making his turquoise eyes look greener.

It was a cruel contrast.

"But, Ray. I don't want to be that kind of person. Even if God wants it, I don't want it."