The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

A person who hangs around to look inside outside the outer wall that Arthur has already repaired and blocked the gap, and in a position where no vision is secured.

Boy, still undergrown, bent, indelible steps, nervous breathing.

"Are you done, Clayo?"

All the magic was turned off, but when Clayo stayed still, Isiel asked anxiously.

The castle in the mountains was quiet and her clear voice rang well.

When In-young outside the wall heard Isiel's voice, she flinching.

Clayo whispered quietly.

"Someone seems to be wandering outside the outer walls, but I don't know who it is. I don't think there's any Ether sensitivity, and I'm not a soldier."

The establishment of the gyeolgye was only known to the Duke of Kishion and his lieutenants. In case there were witnesses, a special inspection of the entire military camp was underway today.

The children had made an excuse to clean up the yard of the palace, taking advantage of Juleica's absence from paying attention to the land due to her national marriage and her father's

"Then who is it?"

"Who is it?"

There was no stopping him.

The Angelium twins jumped over the high fence like leopards.

After a while.

The twins, who are tired of moving the wizard, have taken a child of their blushing age with skilled hands.

He was a boy dressed in quite luxurious clothes, unlike the young people he encountered in the town.

Arthur and Isiel's expressions were strange when they saw the uninvited guest's face.

Arthur had nowhere to hide his big body, but he moved his aesthetic feet and stepped back behind Chelsea. He expressed his willingness not to get involved in troublesome things.

Eisiel first expressed his gratitude, loosening his posture so that he could show up at any time.

"Long time no see, Cecil."

"You, you, Isiel. Dinner time is coming soon, so I'm going to do something....”

Leticia tilted her head.

"Oh, do you know Isiel?”

Isiel introduced the boy to his friends very calmly.

"Yes, it's So Young-ju. You're Cecil, the grandchild of his great-mother, who married Marquis Hueit. Let go of your hands, and let them stand right away."

The quick-witted twins were polite as soon as they knew who he was.

"Oh, I didn't know you were rude, So Young-joo."

"We thought you were suspicious."

Cecil Hewitt Kishion.

I'm 17 years old this year. Pale skin, freckles, skinny, grimy impression. a weak boy with no ether sensitivity and no sword qualities

The boy was the heir to the "formal" of Kishion, which had to be accepted by his own work under pressure from the aristocracy.

Isiel, who had to hand over his successor's room and the status of So Young-ju to Cecil, was surprisingly calm.

The seizure of the heir status was not caused by the boy's own will. Isiel didn't have any undue hatred toward the weak, who were only one of the words in the political arena.

It was the Chelsea side who was rather stiff-faced.

As sharp silver eyes poured out with a stabbing force, the boy called Cecil crouched his neck deeper.

Clayo, who glanced around the scroll of "Promise," clicked his tongue inside tongue.

"He got exactly three lines in the eighth period. He chose the least qualified of his relatives to defeat his own chieftain, who did not comply with the decision of the House of Lords.'

He was so daunted that the boy couldn't take his eyes off Isiel. As if there is cold anger somewhere, shame and sadness are both young eyes.

Deep inside those hazy eyes, there is an unformed longing and love.

The boy's complex feelings were not noticed at all by Eisiel, who was clearly seen by Clay.

What would have been so comfortable for a boy whose life had changed suddenly because of the power of high people to take over Isiel's place?

The boy, who was summed up in only three lines of his life in the last manuscript, never appeared again after the invasion of Brunnen.

Even Kishion's own work was in a difficult situation where he lost most of his knights and retreated to a close life, so it would have been difficult for a boy who could not play properly with a sword to survive in the midst of a difficulty.

"But wouldn't the result be different for some time if there were strings?’

The manuscript has already gone beyond the eight-pronged line.

Clayo himself has practically lost the ability to "predicate."

It is now unknown when and how Brunen will invade.

Therefore, he was planning to lay all kinds of utensils on the Kishion estate for the rest of the day.

No matter how much it costs, I've been packing up with the intention of pouring out all the resources I can.

"Isn't that the way to live, the way to the country?"

He was sick and tired of being a patriot, and he sighed rather than improving.

Arthur and his party gathered tools as if they had just finished cleaning, packed up the trees and bushes they had dug, and escorted Cecil back to the castle.

The practice ended with so much blood, sweat, and tears.

Kishion's own eyes were filled with tears when he received a verbal list of the set-up defections. He also promised to do his best not to waste precious Mana Stones buried in his territory in vain.

In fact, Clayo wanted to tell him not to stand up when the enemy came in and just run away....

"If he had been the one who would have left the enemy behind to say that, he wouldn't have had to bury the Mana Stone in this land.’

I smiled awkwardly and closed my mouth.

To be honest, the most enjoyable thing in this practice was by far the cello, which toured all the places I wanted to visit.

***

Time flew like an arrow.

I can feel that the huge flow that drives history is increasing the flow velocity with my skin.

By the time autumn was approaching winter, the royal family had ordered conscription.

As it was a quasi-war situation, it was an order that not only senior students who are required to conscript the Capital Defense University, but only applicants for the first grade will be organized into preliminary academic groups.

Professor Maria opposed following the order.

"I can't believe I've only learned the basics of the examination and put some left-handed young students on the front line. Rather, freshmen should consider moving their classrooms away from the gates of Manemosine. I'm going to file an application."

On the other hand, Professor Georges Naorr, a tough northern knight with a sword for boys and girls at the age of 10, was in favor of conscription.

"We don`t want to send it right away, but we`re organizing it as a reserve. There are no knights and wizards who grow up without practice."

"Then let's listen to the student's opinion. Come on, Miss Bennet."

The first-year student representative, who gathered opinions from his classmates, said with both fists clenched.

We are sending you the results of the anonymous vote. A majority of my colleagues and I don't want to leave the historic home of the Capital Defense University. We decided to behave like students at the Capital Defense University.

And that Lilian Bennett wants to be a student army before anyone else. I will protect the door of the goddess's grace here, just as my seniors, my ancestors did. I'm glad this is my seat."

Maria sighed.

"My dear…"

Clayo, who entered the conference room as a research student and wrote down the contents of the meeting, felt the same way as Professor Maria.

"He's always following the kids early in the morning training, and that's what he was thinking.’

The dean gathered everyone's opinions and concluded.

The school decided not to move to the new students' school place, but to organize additional training for applicants from the school district.

The old man looked a little sad.

***

Time passed again.

The school system was newly completed just before the final examination.

The priests looked at their achievements in the face of the just-ended internal determination.

"Well done, Clayo! Your enlightenment and achievement were so different that it was very rewarding."

"Yes, sir... I'm just worried about my health because my teacher is so energetic."

"Huh. Even if I go around the training ground now, I think I'll be better than you, "Huh?"

Clayo tripped while avoiding Jebedi's cane and hit his shin against the corrugated stone of the internal crystal that had just been installed.

Perhaps because the mana stone rubies were bundled together, it hurt twice as much. When Jebbedi saw it, he clicked his tongue.

"Don't listen in vain and take a look at yourself. I'll be 20 next year, but I'm still skinny. It is the Hongbok of our school who has defended the future because of the scar the goddess gave you. But you have to take care of yourself first."

I thought it was too deceptive to come out of the mouth of the man who had made people hit for the past few months, but Clay closed his mouth just before he uttered his true intentions.

Since he was attached to the lab until he slept with his teacher whenever he opened his eyes, it was a big problem because the locks of truth were often unlocked without realizing it knowing.

"Well, I can't ignore it even though I know it from a certain point of view of the rust of the country."

"I can't believe it's in the hands of one student to protect the capital."

In the meantime, the priest has not only tried to rebuild the kingdom but also trained in [the magic of the overlapping].

Overlaying was a technique in which one wizard could overlay and extend the magic executed by another wizard.

It was a rare magic that even people knew of its existence, as it was a difficult technology only available to a higher-level wizard, and it was rare for a high-level wizard to launch a joint attack in one place.

It was the technology that Jevedi found to help Clayo, who was trying to prevent the next match. It was not a prohibited magic, because it was known little and only theory was established and never actually invoked.

"It's in the hands of a teacher, not just a student."

The dean closed his mouth with complicated eyes.

Clayo knew his teacher's feelings and only made other requests with a joke.

He stopped talking wisely because it would only lead to the swearing-in of the king who refused to apply to the school.

As Clayo realized thoroughly, Melchior was not interested in maintaining the world.

His task soon came back from Clayo's overwork.

***

After "Electric Night", two knights were dispatched from the Capital Defense Corps to protect the inner gate of Manemosine.

This is because the door, which is likely to explode again, could not be left to students and professors alone.

However, from the standpoint of the knight, the position of Manemosine's guard would not be attractive at all.

It was a time when knights were tired due to frequent casualties in various parts of the territory.

However, the increase in the number of dispatches means that the number of pitches has increased.

It was a good time to rise in the world as a young man.

A century has passed since Queen Carmela's time without heat. Among the articles, young people even welcomed the participation in the operation.

On the other hand, keeping school records was a job where there was nothing to do.

Everyone knows that once the door explodes, the Swordmaster will be seriously injured, and even the Meiji Master will be caught up.

For this reason, it was understandable that one of the two dispatched drivers was an old knight close to retirement.

The other, however, was far from retirement and was a five-level young knight with an infinite potential for growth in the future.

He was a volunteer, although everyone could think of him as a demotion.

Swain Temple.

An article that came back alive with Aslan after digging up the dungeon of 'The Night of the Light'.

Swain, who is honest but not a fool, has been transferred to school under the pretext of nursing.

Menemosine's literary knight can stay and stay at school. Therefore, the threat from poison or assassin is less than outside the school.

Clay has wanted to meet him for a long time.

However, it was a mistake to think that the chances would be easy because the guards were in a quiet.

Swain was always helping Professor Gerrard with the extra time for swordsmanship except for working hours and the minimum time needed for life, making it difficult to get a chance to have a private meeting.

But I wrote the Electronic Night report like that, but I don't want to see it. I'm sure this guy knows what's wrong with Aslan.’

It wasn't until the day when the old driver took a vacation to attend his child's wedding that Clay was able to seize the opportunity.

At dawn just before dawn, Clayo, who came to his residence carefully, entered as if he was unwilling to.

After a casual greeting, Clay immediately came to the point. The question was whether he had ever been threatened with life or what he saw in the dungeon.

Swain had to delay answering while the car was getting cold.

"…the school's external determination filters out those with malice. It was a oral tradition when I was a student here, but I think it's true to some extent. I like it here because it guarantees a relatively peaceful sleep."

It was a very indirect answer, but it was not difficult to understand what it meant. Clayo shouted Eureka inside.

'Aslan was trying to kill Swain, too.’

Above all, the fact that there was an assassination attempt against one of the rank-and-file prosecutors is a clear evidence.

Clayo started with the soundproof magic.

Finally, a proper conversation has begun.

"So what does Lord Clayo want from me?"

"Truth. I want all the details you didn't write down in the Dungeon Fahoe report."

An early-year capital defense worker who once rushed to search for the runaway godfather's child, a quick-witted knight who discovered Clayo, who caught Barg, and an innocent man who marveled at the boy's magic remained in the past.

Is it because I went to Dungeon?

Not only did the ether bowl, which sits under the heart of Swain, expand tremendously, but its face also changed.

The young knight in front of him had a look of ambiguity instead of wonder, but of vigilance and candor.

"Why should I tell you that?"

"Because I want to talk to someone. The lines and gaps in the report were desperately appealing, and I read them and came here."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Clayo also took a sip of the cold tea and thought.

'Oh, I'll take it out once. Yeah, I've crossed the line with Aslan behind my back, so I can't help but be cautious.’

The sorcerer gave the left index finger a stroke and immediately triggered the "Promise" of "Promise".

"I cut and cut the man's figure and went toward the clock tower, which glows grimly in the distance.

While climbing the tower, the knight of Kruel died.I need to know what happened between 'Wow, it was a brave end like a knight.' The case wasn't fully filled out, and there's definitely a point where it was omitted."

Swain's expression was a little shaken by the reading, which was not a word different from the report he wrote.

"Why do you want to know the truth?"

"That way I can stop him."

Aslan Rignan.