How a Hero Lives as a Writer

11 – Novel-Writing Hero (4)

Trained by Sir Lewis, he studied romance novels in this world with Reina, revising volume 2.

After about a week had passed, the publisher contacted me saying they would publish the book.

It seems that there is no problem with woodblock printing, even if it takes time to copy hardcover books.

It seems like it would take a lot of time to print it with woodblocks, but it’s amazing that it can be done in just one week.

This must be the power of magic.

When I heard the news that the book would be published, I was curious about the market’s reaction, so my concentration kept blurring.

ㅡ Write quickly!

Miss Helena was furious at my appearance, but it was inevitable.

It is often compared to a self-employed person, but since it is a job to write, it means arts and sports.

It is said that when inspiration is dry, not even a single word comes out.

ㅡ Then go and train yourself.

How can you train when your whole body is screaming with muscle pain….

As I grunted and groaned, Sir Louis gave me a rather embarrassed expression.

“Sorry, Lord Bright.”

“No. It’s just because my body is sluggish, well….”

Sir Lewis has suggested that if you feel very uncomfortable, you should visit the priest.

I was sick enough to really want to scream, so I decided to go to the monastery with Sir Louis.

“Oh, do monasteries also take care of orphaned children?”

“Yes. They are all nice, good kids.”

Sir Louis had a bright smile on his lips, as if he remembered the children in the monastery.

Anyway, I thought that he was quite friendly with the children of the monastery.

“Do you go often?”

“… Doesn’t it suit you?”

“No, I like it because it smells like a person.”

There are no bad people who like children.

ㅡ Then you are a bad person?

Wizard is very talkative and gets tired after long conversations.

As I was walking around chatting with Sir Louis, ignoring the mage who protested, I saw a building that looked like a monastery before I knew it.

In a fairly large site, children were also seen kicking round objects that looked like balls and playing.

“Ah!”

A girl who was reading in the shade of a tree spotted us.

“Angel sister!”

I think it was Sir Lewis, to be exact.

“Wow!”

“Sister!”

“Angel sister!”

The children who found Sir Lewis began to surround us in a circle, as if trying to play gang-gangsullae.

Ah, I already feel like my spirits are speeding up.

ㅡ Why do you hate children so much?

Ah, this is called homophobia.

ㅡ What is that?

There is such a thing.

“Attention!”

As soon as Sir Lewis shouted, the children who were distracted stood there like soldiers and were silent.

I’m well aware of what Sir Louis usually looks like.

Still, for some reason, I felt like Sir Louis.

“What about Father Simon?”

“Stay inside!”

The children glanced at me and gave off an atmosphere as if their eyes would turn around in curiosity.

ㅡ I don’t think it’s that much….

Even so, there was no child asking me about my identity, as if he was paying attention to Sir Louis.

As we followed Sir Lewis to the monastery, a generous priest who looked like he was in his 50s greeted us.

“Ohhh, meet the representative of God.”

It’s a bit embarrassing to say that I came here because of muscle pain….

While I was hesitating, Sir Louis whispered to the priest in a very small voice.

Then the priest nodded his head with a benevolent expression.

“Please visit us anytime, even if you are injured by a fall.”

“Thank you, Father.”

I don’t even speak Hebrew, but I thanked a priest named Simon.

Something strange, but even in a different world, it’s good to come up with a familiar name.

Anything other than a name like ‘Nguyen Minh Chiet’?

Digging too deep makes you tired.

For example, there is a saying that Korean is easy, but Korean is difficult, right?

Anyone can read if they learn 24 vowels and consonants, but it is inexhaustibly difficult to dig into the details.

The National Institute of Korean Language is also wrong about the existence of Korean.

If I, who can only scratch the surface with translation magic, delve even a little deeper into the language of this world, my head will spin.

Let’s not think deeply.

“Okay, it’s all over.”

“Ohh!”

This is divine power!

It really felt like my body was lighter.

“With this, I can do today’s training again.”

Smile.

Sir Lewis has been warning of murder with a soft expression.

Now, I think I understand Jason’s feelings.

Since this happened to me every time, I can’t stop studying like that.

“Just kidding.”

“… Were you half serious?”

“As expected, Bright-dono is quick-witted.”

Ah, he’s such a funny guy!

“Oh, that’s right.”

I came empty-handed, so I handed out the things I had brought to the priest.

“This?”

“This time I am about to publish, and this is a book I received in advance as a sample.”

I heard that there is a library in Aucklia that the Duke himself installed.

But borrowing books from the library would be quite difficult.

The number of books placed in the library must be 3 or 4 at most.

So I’m thinking of donating this book to a monastery so that children can read it easily.

“Thank you, warrior.”

The priest had the atmosphere of a religious person who had been bestowed with a holy relic from God.

ㅡ Aren’t you an agent of God?

That’s true, but you’re overreacting.

If something is here, I feel like I’m going to become a pseudo cult.

So let’s go back to the castle.

“Then let’s go, Father.”

“Yes, take a look! God bless you, warrior.”

“Yes, God bless you too.”

I left the monastery after talking with the priest.

Then the little boys who were trying to eavesdrop on our story came into view.

Of course, my identity as a warrior is a secret in its own way, and it feels like I haven’t heard anything since the priest has already used his hand.

“Angel, are you going?”

“I’ll come back next time.”

“Hey….”

A girl who seemed to be quite friendly with Sir Lewis clung to Sir Lewis’ leg and whined.

Sir Lewis was stroking the hair of a girl named ‘Marie’ and trying to comfort her.

Unlike usual, I felt a little too generous to a child named Marie.

“I brought you a book this time. Take a look.”

“A book?”

“Yes. It’s really fun and you’ll be surprised.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, me too… Great.”

Sir Lewis stopped talking.

It seems embarrassing to say that I stayed up all night reading a novel.

“Then, next time it’s a viewing party!”

“Yes.”

As Marie waved her hand and left, the children each left their greetings and left.

I had to do my best to keep my mouth shut for some reason as I watched it.

“… Doesn’t it suit you too?”

“No, because it’s cute.”

“Isn’t it?”

That includes you too.

I didn’t know it because it gave me a confident and sharp feeling, but Sir Louis is only 21 years old.

As soon as I hear that you are younger than me, the way you look at me is bound to change.

The spirit of Confucianism is bright and wholesome.

ㅡ Are you an erratic child?

For some reason, hearing that you are younger than me makes me feel at ease.

ㅡ Is that the spirit of Confucianism?

It’s roughly the same.

ㅡ It’s an unknown culture.

“Thank you, Lord Bright.”

“What is it?”

“It was something I hadn’t even thought of, but thank you for being so considerate.”

Perhaps it was because he wasn’t wearing any armor, Sir Louis’ smile looked even brighter than usual.

It was a smile he might have fallen in love with if the clothes he was wearing were a little more feminine.

“Isn’t that obvious? I am a warrior.”

“You really….”

Sir Lewis said it was a disqualification, and he smiled bitterly, asking when did he become a warrior again.

The atmosphere is good.

At least it felt like I didn’t have to train today.

“I’ll do my best today.”

Sir Lewis muttered playfully.

Hey, Sergeant Lewis… !

Still, as Sir Lewis said, it was a really good workout, and he wasn’t too tired.

“So, are you in good health today?”

“Yes. Hey, as expected, the divine power is good.”

Raina covered her mouth and smiled, wondering how interesting my trivial words were.

“Didn’t you feel bad?”

“What is it?”

“I feel that I presumptuously interfered with the work, or something like that.”

Ah, were you concerned about that?

“No, if there is a deficiency, you have to learn it.”

It was only natural that Prince Albert was displeased with my depiction of battle.

It’s the same thing as Mughalmot writing martial arts and Panalmot writing fantasy.

A writer who does not know anything about martial arts spelled out Hwasanpa as Hwasanpa and introduced Namgungmin as a descendant of the Namgung family.

This is going to upset your stomach.

In terms of fantasy, it is described that a grand sword master who uses sword steel loses to a 1st class mage.

Let’s say that Aura is an idiot and Mana is invincible.

Those new to martial arts or fantasy won’t find any problems.

However, those who have read it a lot say that it is a terrible story that will make you cough up blood.

This world is a fantasy itself, so they are experts who have gone beyond the level of familiarity.

So, it is necessary to fix the problematic part.

And the romance part is no exception.

“So never mind.”

If you can write a slightly better novel, it is natural to get advice from anyone.

Because that’s the minimum courtesy a writer can show to readers who consume his creations.

“Something the writer said….”

“Don’t hold back, speak up.”

“You often say things like you’re a bit older, don’t you?”

“Ugh.”

“I’m sorry!”

If you’re sorry, tell me or not.

“My parents are a bit older. Should I say that I grew up a little early, or should I say that I often heard that I was like an old child, yes.”

“Do you think they are good people?”

Reina smiled slightly as she pressed the corners of her mouth with both index fingers.

It seems that the corner of her mouth went up without my knowledge.

These are good people.

“Don’t you feel like you want to go back soon?”

“I have to lift it.”

Although it is treated as an honored guest, it is a place that cannot be compared with modern infrastructure.

Even food, clothing, and shelter are at a level that cannot be compared with modern times.

Especially, the diet, shower facilities, and toilets are unforgiving.

Still, the reason why I enjoy living in another world might be because my taste buds are specialized for Yellowy.

Because I’m the youngest who enjoyed eating jjambab at the training camp.

As we were talking like that, I suddenly felt that the center of my chest was filled with something warm.

“A writer?”

“Sleep, wait.”

What is this?

ㅡ Did you fall in love?

No, it’s not a joke, it really feels like something is filling up….

This feeling is that.

That feeling when the priest used his divine power on me.

What the hell is that?

I looked at Miss Helena with that meaning in mind, but I felt like she wouldn’t give me an answer.

The power I felt in the first place was very faint.

Perhaps the sacred power given by the priest has melted into my body only now.

So I decided to take it lightly and pass it on.

“So this part….”

Right now, the revision of the second volume and the writing of the third volume were more important than that.