69 Ugly and Unauthorized Students (3)

The front page of today's student newspaper was an article that covered everything the boy and Clayo had been playing and eating.

Clayo pressed down on his headache.

The article was a big problem in two respects.

1. I didn't mean to be so notorious. No fame in any direction.

2. Why is he Arthur Riorgnan?

Every incident in is centered around the main character. The person next to him, whether he wants to or not, is swept away by a huge wave of history.

the power of the central figure in which it leads the narrative

I didn't want to drink the same air as him, because Clayo meant it. At this point, I felt like pointing a finger at the author.

"The painting of a young god would not be as beautiful as Arthur Lyognan." God, what a god! He wasn't even an aristocrat. It's just a homeless bum's style!

I knew the story was being rewritten, but I didn't expect Arthur to be like that.

"Thinking about it, it was the sword that made the dagger flash! I was wondering if I recognized it or not.’

Clayo was in trouble. Is it the author's intention to have Arthur meet himself? What is the development that you are pursuing?

"What can I do if I don't tell you anything and start to develop it?"’

I had a headache.

In the meantime, Behemoth, who read the newspaper, ran all over the bedroom and vented his anger.

"How dare you drink like that without giving a drink to the grave?”

"Ah… hey… is that a problem for you?"

"Yes, that's the problem! Don't offer the Buryala wine to the main grave! There must have been a bishop's 1875 top wine in the professor's dormitory storage!"

"Oh, Mr. nail, you're a very specialist.”

"Yes, the main character is an expert when it comes to alcohol. If you got the key, you should've told your mother first!"

"You can go anywhere without it.”

"There's a temperature-preserving nodule in the vault, so you can't enter a creature as spiritual as the main grave without a trace.Ahhhhhh!

As the headache grew worse and worse, Nevo burst open the door. He looked strangely suicidal.

"Hey, Dean Jebedy, you've been here for a long time. We need to have a meeting right now."

"Yes…."

"You're a real pain in the neck. How come a week doesn't pass quietly?"

'I didn't mean to. I was just going to be expelled for lack of attendance!’

Clayo reached the hallway in front of the dean's office with a killing spirit. Outside the door of the dean's office, which was closed to see if there were any passengers, a student came first and waited for punishment.

It must be the other one called in for the same reason as Clay.

The boy who feels the trace of Clayo looks back.

Tall, wide shoulders, well-organized dark blond hair. The sunset, which is long in the hallway due to the late afternoon, lights up the boy's blond hair like a halo.

His eyes are so bright that they can even look fierce.

"Memory" of "Promise" also made me remember sentences that were useless. Is it the sharpness of your soul, the bluish greenness of the border between the North Sea and the West Sea?.

"Did you get called in? The basic rule is 20 minutes when the dean's sermon starts."

'...the way you talk is the same.’

Clayo acknowledged the reality at hand.

Leo, who washed, cut his hair, and wore his school uniform properly... Yes, "he" Arthur was right.

Arthur Leonid. Riognan.

a protagonist in

Three princes of the kingdom, who will one day become king.

"How can I know if this guy is a homeless guy and he's catching birds?’

Clayo blew his top.

"You said Leo."

"It's Leo."

"Ha, seed."

"Clayo Asher. You only told me it was Ray.”

"You don't have to know my name at all.”

"How can I get back what I already know?"

"Then forget it. Now, it's dirty to meet, and let's not see each other again.”

"But we've been drinking together for a week, and you're so cheap."

Standing in the hallway outside the dean's office alongside Arthur, Clay tried to turn a blind eye to the boy looking this way.

"I don't know what you're thinking, sir, but the development of the main character is completely unacceptable. He's so fickle. Why should I help you in the first place?'

It was not long before Clayo, who was thinking nervously, remembered his "editor authority."

'Yes, let's go back.'

It was unfortunate that I could only write it three times in a chapter, but when can I use it if I don't use it?

The best way to end the case is to make sure it doesn't start.

Simply, you don't have to face each other from the beginning. Let's go back to the restaurant, or the Monday morning lecture room altogether.

The author may or may not listen to the recommendation, but it would be better than not trying. If you're lucky, you'll get his message. Why do you want to be with us in the revision?

'You don't have to listen to the request just because you know it. Why should I do that?’

Clayo revived his old senses and recalled 'editor authority' in his mind. As the back of his hand heated up, a golden string of decorum unfolded before his eyes.

[-Unique Skill: Use Editor access (2/3)]

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:00:14 / 00:00:15]

Soon a mass of manuscripts appeared.

I turned over a couple of still messy, tattered papers, and soon there was a scene of Monday's restaurant.

Clayo picked up a pen and drew a line and wrote, 'Deleting All Below.'

But coming back was a different message than before.

[-The author does not accept this recommendation.]

[- 'Editor Permission' does not apply without author consent.]

The manuscript in my hand slowly disappeared.

Jeongjin was not surprised. No matter how lenient you are, the author is the author.

The single-minded men who were sidelined couldn't listen to others so easily.

Arthur took another step when he saw Clayo, who was sweating on his forehead.

"Are you sick? Why are you sweating so much?"

"Never mind."

Without looking back at Arthur, Clay once again invoked Editorial Authority.

"If you don't stop it now, we'll stop it with a homie. You can't give up in one go. If you can't turn it back, let's at least lower my weight.'

[-Unique Skill: Use Editor access (3/3)

Caution: limit of use in this chapter has expired]

[-Time Remaining / Timeout:

00:00:14 / 00:00:15]

Fifteen seconds was a short time to read. Clayo searched desperately for the manuscript.

There was a plausible sentence in the last paragraph. Arthur described Clayo as both curious and suspicious.

'Let's fix this.’

After putting the deletion code in the original sentence, [Acer was fed up with Clayo, who was summoned by the dean] was replaced by Governing Development.

He had never written a line of fiction other than a cover letter in his life, so the sentence was so sloppy.

Can you do anything? I'll live and see! All right, apply!'

At that time, I felt like a strong look was stabbing me in the back.

Looking back with a pen, Clay faced Arthur, who was closer than before.

The boy's face, whose smile was washed away, was as cold as a sculpture.

"...oh, my God, did he move? That can't be true.

At the previous skill activation, Isiel and Nevo stopped like a still screen. I didn't even notice that Clayo used the skill.

But Arthur was different.

The boy's eyes closed, and he slowly reopened.

Clayo Asher, who used "editor authority," and Arthur Riorgnan, who was subject to skill application, face each other again in the air.

'How? '

Around the two boys, a mixture of blue and gold burst out explosively.

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

Your lack of narrative intervention prevents you from exerting influence.]

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

The world, which had been crumbling together, was soon reset in pieces like mosaics.

In the shock of reconstructing the background, Clayo bent his back. Fragments of shining letters were embedded in my mind.

'Stop... stop. Stop. Skill release!!!’

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

- The internal consistency of the narrative decreases.]

A throbbing nosebleed fell on Clayo's lap.

Black blood slowly permeated Arthur's back.

As if he was deeply wounded.

"Claio, you, what the hell... You did..."