The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Take it out.

Clank. Clank.

In a slow train bound for Kishion'sacion.

Somehow, it was not the Arthur and Angelium twins who were most excited about the practice.

"When I was there before, I couldn't even see the wall because I was carrying the main cargo in question. I'm really curious about a lot of places, but I'm finally going there."

Isiel was in the dining room with twins who wanted to snack, so now there were only three Arthur, Clayo and Chelsea in the six-member room.

Arthur didn't seem to understand Rachel's excitement.

"It's a mountain valley with a good heart, but it doesn't have much characteristics. Would it suit your taste? What do you miss so much? It took more than a dozen hours to get to Lundane before the Dubris mine."

After the mine development, the train route to DuBless was expanded, allowing it to come quickly until the last quarter.

Thanks to this, it was a seven-hour distance that was close enough to use half of the time it took before.

It was amazing that the Circus Theater Company stopped by only once a year and there was no single ballroom in the mountains, and the sophisticated city-flavored cello was interested.

Rachel smiled broadly and continued.

"Isiel first heard of Melamide's sword, a small spring waterfield in winter, a graveyard for Lady Kishion and her only son John, and a chapel in a sunken rock cave…".”

"What, how do you know that? This is not even a tourist guide."

"I have him! I share a dormitory with Isiel. It's so much fun to talk about this and that, brushing each other's hair for a long winter night, putting cream on hands and feet, and sharing snacks with tea on a bed heated by Tangpa."

I didn't think it would come from Chelsea, who liked to be big and colorful.

Arthur and Clay looked at each other with a long face.

"Really? Do you do that with Hammer?’

'You can't do that.'

Now that he was away from the assassination threat, Arthur still had no house mate.

Clayo said, "Even though we were close enough to share snacks brought from home with Nebo, there was no such kindness as lying down and talking with each other."

"You really got close.”

"Hoo-hoo, I've worked pretty hard.”

Arthur whistled and exclaimed.

"Isiel rarely talks about himself, but he's different to you.”

"I owe Prince Arthur a great deal to hurt Isiel's feelings. I'm supposed to open my heart to someone who comforts me when I'm in need."

"Hey, what do I....”

"Think with your hands on your chest. Let's go back to pushing Isiel away from Jeans Castle and trying to face Aslan alone.”

Arthur, who was clapping his lips at the time, eventually scratched his head.

Click, click.

"What are you talking about so hot?"

As soon as Isiel appeared, Rachel changed her attitude completely.

"I was talking about where I want to go when I get to Paris.”

"It's a small town that doesn't have much to look at. What do you expect, Chelsea?"

"That's another good thing.”

Isiel shook his head lightly to see if he could keep up with what Chell had said, and Arthur and Clayo held back laughter that was about to burst out.

The twins, who belatedly appeared holding a bunch of roasted chestnuts and pasty envelopes, shouted, "What is it, why are you laughing like you're the only ones stealing something?" adding to the congestion of the carriages.

A few hours later, the city of Paris.

Arthur took the lead with a huge bag of clay.

Following him out of history, Clay found a giant approaching them and opened his eyes wide.

There was a man whose skin was milky, his hair color was burning, and his eyes were green in midsummer.

"He's totally different in physique and features, but that hair color looks like Isiel's veins from a kilometer away.’

The middle-aged man, who was almost there, was simply dressed.

'But the waist black is a nobleman, and the attitude is aristocratic.’

He was a man with a large frame and not resembling Isiel, but a man with a pretty neat appearance.

Isiel, who belatedly found the man while taking care of the twins, was visibly pleased.

"Daddy, did you come all the way here?"

Clayo swallowed his breath inside.

That man is not a relative, he is a father. The deacon, the servant, or the horseman, came out to Parisa Station by riding a horse.

It was unconventional because it was not easy, and it was obvious why Arthur grew up like that.

Of course, Clayo seemed to be the only one who was surprised.

"How are you, Isiel?"

"Yes, thanks to you, I've been fine. I'm glad your father looks healthy, too.

"I'm always the same. I'm always worried about you. I haven't heard from you since you wrote about Mr. Mietz.”

"I'm fine, too. My teacher says he's spending his days faithfully in Tristane."

Isiel, who usually doesn't make a fuss, has a rare face that is reminiscent.

The father and daughter, who had been refraining from sending letters to Melchior for no reason, were facing each other for the first time in nearly a year since last winter vacation.

In the summer, it was Isiel who failed to return because of the so-called post raid and the investigation of treason.

Schliemann Kishion, who was looking after her daughter affectionately, also said hello to Arthur.

"Have you been well, Arthur?"

"I'm always cheerful!"

Clatteringly.

Trembling. Gosh.

With warm greetings coming and going, the raucous carriage stopped behind the Kishion's own.

The two men sitting in the cabbages were dressed in albion army's uniform.

Of the two big and small men, the slim and tall man was the first to tremble.

"Higo, the lord whined away on horseback, and we almost lost our tail catching up?”

A man with a bulky frame and large hands quickly clashed.

"You smell your precious daughter, and you catch her, and she's really pissed off?"

Arthur shouted gladly to see if he knew the two.

"Joseph! George!"

"Oh, my little prince has grown again. You're a bull now.”

"I got a medal!"

"Joseph's new head is off and George's belly is out, so he has two more belts!"

"Hey! Look at the mouth. You mean, can't you, uh, fix the water?"

"I just said what I saw."

Arthur grinned like a child and shied away George's pot-top hand to hit his shoulder.

"Oh, come on!"

Lippi and Leticia stepped in with their eyes shining.

"Is Arthur the Little Prince?"

"Who are these kids again?"

"It's not a kid. This is Lippi Angelium.”

"Leticia Angelium.”

"These are the children of Angelium's own writer, and this is Celeste's Tangpette de Nege. This is Clayo Asher. All my best friends and I!"

"Oh, thank you all for coming all the way here.”

"We don't come to the lab, but, uh, the prince and So Young-ju went to school and all this happened.Yes."

"Hey, Joseph! You should call me Lady instead of So Young-ju. There are others....”

"That's right."

Since there is a young heir forced by the royal family, it seems to be a rule to call Isiel a lady, not a So Young-ju, in front of people outside the territory, but Joseph and George were not fluent in English.

I had to lead these naive people to endure the central investigator, so I thought it would not be easy for Kishion to live alone.

The two first-class bosses showed their joy by scratching Arthur's head and tapping his shoulder.

Arthur laughed. Even though he always smiles brightly, his expression was so clear today.

I have experienced a lot of unfortunate things in my life, but I felt that I didn't always grow up unhappy.

It was a moment when he could understand how he could melt into Tristane's people in an instant.

"Does it make you feel like you're in the cold?"’

Arthur and the children, the two soldiers, carried their luggage in the carriage and exchanged their compliments.

Schliemann Kishion greeted Clayo, who was one step away and was fascinated by the bustlingness.

"I apologize for not being calm because it's the land of change. The wizard must be Sir Clay."

The Kishion itself seemed to have seen a magic wand stuck in the pocket of a cap coat in the winter garden.

"Yes, yes. Clayo Asher. Nice to meet you, Rod Kishion."

Schuliman Kishion reached out to Clayo.

The hands held lightly were thick and full of calluses. It was the hand of a warrior.

The night in the mountains was cold even in autumn. Soon after the party unpacked, the sun had fallen and his son-in-law was dark.

The dinner began at 7 p.m. without waiting until 9 p.m., as most aristocrats did. The Kishion character seemed to be a practical personality without ostentation.

Located inside the recently restored fortress wall, Kishion's residence was a rugged three-story stone building. It was very old and as old as it looked.

The dining room was also simple, with a carpet for Korea and a tapestry on the wall.

Tap, tap.

Instead of a steam radiator, a large amount of firewood was added to warms up the air.

Electric lights are also stories of distant failures, with torches outside and gas inside.

The 16-person table in the middle revealed the years that the surface was cracked and dug to endure.

Strangely, the top of the table was empty here. Instead of a stone-cut stone seat, the Kishion Jasak usually sat in the chair of the Knights.

Clayo wondered why, but dinner came out without any time to ask.

The servants carried all the food at once and lined it up on the table.

It was a stew boiled with cow intestines in a menu that was far from the luxurious course meal with appetizer dessert, and a wild pig roast with juicy apples and potatoes cooked with meat.

The nearby rock salt mines have long been abandoned and trade is not as active as Tristane's territory, so it was natural that the table was simple.

"I don't have anything prepared, but please eat a lot."

"Wow, I really wanted to eat this stew! Just smelling it makes me cry."

"I'm flattered, Arthur."

You must have seen Arthur since he was very young, but the Cission treated the prince very politely. I could see where Isiel's attitude came from.

On the other hand, Joseph and George, who met earlier, were both lieutenants. The two first-class bosses treated Arthur as if he were his nephews, but the attitude of the lord was very different.

Making his share of the stew, Clay was thinking about the relationship between Kishion and Arthur.

I opened my eyes when I was about to pass over what was mechanically in my mouth.

"Huh?"

What was in the bowl was a stew of onion, carrot, celery cow, and honeycomb, seasoned with pepper and salt, and boiled with rosemary and time.

It was not added to the taste of tomato sauce nor had precious spices, but the soft, green sheep and honeycomb taste without a single ingredient in the county were excellent.

"Is the food a little palatable?”

"That's great, self-composed. This stew is really excellent."

Arthur, who was sitting opposite Clayo, was rattling along.

"Right?! Delicious, Ray?"

As Isiel's expression on one side of his cheek was softer than usual, Arthur seemed excited to return to his "home" with his friends.

"Yes, it's soft and savory. The chef is very good."

"Oh, it's the best if it suits your taste when you don't say it's good. I think they'll be happy to give it to Murray. He's really picky about food.”

"No, I'm his chief….”

Clayo's social ego resisted Arthur's Nadam because he didn't want to appear as a picky human being to his first meeting, Kishion.