How a Hero Lives as a Writer

50 – Unexpected Results (2)

Bertus and his daughter Ariel put the book in the middle of the book that the hero Bright put in, and they were immersed in their thoughts.

“Father. I will read this book.”

“Um.”

At first, it was just a whim.

You never know when humans will act greedily again.

So while I was looking at the trends of the humans, I heard a story about a country called Ochlia.

I didn’t care too much because most of the stories were just for human amusement.

But I heard that three dwarves were heading there.

That was a very nerve-wracking part.

Dwarves devote most of their lives to metallurgy in order to achieve their tribe’s longing.

The reason why dwarves interact with other races is because they solve the problem of food, clothing and shelter on their behalf.

However, Oklia is a place that has nothing to do with food, clothing and shelter issues, so why did as many as three people show interest in Oklia?

Bertus headed for Aucklia thinking that something was happening.

And he finally found out about the hero’s existence.

A warrior.

The great warriors who saved mankind from crisis.

And the ominous beings who ignited human desire.

Some radicals who lost their families in the Tribal Wars never tolerate the existence of heroes.

And it was the same with Bertus, who lost his family.

But Bertus decided to think rationally.

It was something that might have cast an ominous shadow over Mare, requiring a hero.

So I contacted him to find out the existence of a hero, and I heard an unexpected story.

The 4th Great Hero, Diana Woodgard.

A warrior of the Elves.

It was not easy to believe the warrior’s words, but Bertus, who faced Helena at the Cradle of the Stars, was able to understand it instinctively.

She is a great being who can handle the power of the source.

A guardian who was born with the beginning of a star and protects it.

They never tell lies.

If that’s the case, then it would be a story that the 4th warrior, Diana Woodgard, was really from an elf.

It was no longer a matter of judging by personal feelings.

“You should read it all before dawn, Ariel.”

“Don’t worry!”

Ariel is still immature and easily shows his emotions.

Bertus thought that he had brought her here for no reason, but at this moment, he felt that she was fortunate.

Because Bertus, unlike his appearance, was a rat poison for romance novels such as the shabby ‘Oh My Lady’.

“Please.”

“Yes!”

Bertus had ‘Vengeance is Mine’ and Ariel had ‘Oh My Lady’ in her hands.

The two women shut their mouths and quietly began to turn the pages.

It is simply an act of reading a book.

Even so, the room they were staying in overflowed with ghostly spirits like soldiers who were prepared to die.

It can’t be helped.

Forcing the elves to stay up all night reading books was almost torture.

Elf.

They have a longer lifespan than other races.

That’s why I was very relaxed in my thoughts and actions.

To take an extreme example, they are a species close to sloths.

If the elves were to serve as civil servants in Korea, it might take a day to get an herbal copy.

I have to read novels like that kind of laid-back elves are pressed for time.

Moreover, a work in which all the characters are human.

They had no choice but to read Gusm Hitler’s ‘Mein Kampf’ with a feeling close to that of a Jew.

It was literally torture.

However, that atmosphere gradually faded.

‘A story that reveals the ugliness of humans.’

Bertus concluded that while reading ‘Vengeance is Mine’.

A noble who abandoned humanity for his own gain.

The knights who joined such nobles and betrayed their comrades.

And the main character who lost everything and fell into the abyss and became the embodiment of revenge.

In the end, it is literature that captures the ugliness of human beings as it is.

Even after coming to that conclusion, Bertus could not stop turning the pages of his books.

It is natural.

The Elves’ novels unfold in a more laid-back atmosphere because their laid-back nature is melted into them.

It can be said that the taste is even more boring than the novel that Hero Bright evaluated as lacking in stimulating taste.

Those who only read such boring novels come across genre literature, the essence of MSG.

Is the seasoning of food salty, irritating, or the taste of chemical seasonings?

Even with such criticism, modern people cannot stop eating stimulating food.

Bertus was in just such a situation right now.

Palak.

‘Oops… !’

When I came to my senses, I had read all of Volume 1 before I knew it.

Bertus touched the cover of Volume 1 with a puzzled expression.

Maybe this novel is a bit unusual.

With that thought, Bertus turned his gaze to his daughter, who was reading another book.

“….”

Ariel was already reading the third book beyond the second.

‘Hmm….’

Bertus decided to quietly reach out to Volume 2.

Only the sound of bookshelves being turned could be heard in the room where the heat was on.

Tak.

‘Not bad.’

Bertus’ final ego made a subtle comment.

But this was the highest compliment Bertus could give.

If you compare this situation to Earth, it was a situation where Jews read books written by Hitler and expressed it as fun.

Bertus let out a long sigh and turned his gaze to his daughter.

“Hey, hehehe…” .”

Ariel was crying while reading a book.

Bertus stared blankly at Ariel.

“Ah, that, that….”

Noticing Bertus’ gaze, Ariel hurriedly wiped her eyes.

However, it seems that her emotions did not easily subside, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

Bertus turned his head quietly as if he hadn’t seen anything.

Ariel took a deep breath and tried to control her emotions.

“Sorry, Father.”

Bertus shook his head slightly.

On the contrary, Bertus was interested in the novel that Ariel, who hated humans, had read so much that she shed tears.

Even though it’s a love story that doesn’t arouse much interest.

“Can I read this book?”

“You want to do that.”

Ariel received ‘Vengeance is mine’ from Bertus.

Then she quickly flipped the cover and started reading.

Bertus quietly watched the scene.

‘How much….’

Bertus looked at Ariel making colorful expressions while reading a book and fell into deep thought about Ariel.

***

The next day.

The father and daughter stayed up all night and had a short conversation with the hero.

“You mean you want to know more about Aucklia?”

“Please speak at ease, God’s agent.”

“In the world I lived in, honorifics are standard for elders. Then I’ll do it like this, so please make it easy for Bertus.”

“Um….”

Bertus, who was momentarily troubled, decided to follow the hero’s words.

“Okay. So let’s talk about it later. This is a cautionary tale even for us elves.”

“I will.”

Bertus decided to go around Aucklia with Ariel.

“This is Krasak.”

In order to understand the culture of a country, it is necessary to experience food, clothing and shelter.

With that conclusion, Bertus decided to stop by the inn described in The Lady for breakfast.

“Hmm.”

A viciousness that eats even fish armed with poison.

It was an ignorant method that only humans could do.

But the flavor of the dish was quite good.

But what Bertus was most interested in was a dish made from Grund’s roots.

Grunt was a familiar monster even to elves, and was quite a nuisance.

This is because it was the main culprit in attracting insects by emitting a sweet scent to the surroundings to catch and eat living creatures.

So I used to hunt the visible tribes and burn them to death, but those monsters became food ingredients.

‘Human beings are so strange.’

While thinking so, Bertus put the grunt dish into his mouth.

… It’s good.

Bertus tasted the food and listened to the stories around him.

……

…

After hearing the story, it seems that all of these dishes originated from the warrior.

Originally, ingredients and recipes that were only used in certain regions were brought together by warriors.

Aside from that, it seems that Aucklia wasn’t such a habitable area from the beginning.

It was said that the development of Ochlia to this point all started with the hero.

Everyone was toasting by mentioning the hero’s name.

‘No one knows that he is a hero.’

Bertus got that fact in his head and stood up.

Bertus and Ariel traveled all over Aucklia after that.

The winter of Aucklia was too painful for mankind to live in, but the expressions of the residents were strangely bright.

All the residents were busy praising the hero, surrounding the heater and claiming that this was also thanks to the ‘Bright Writer’.

It was close to religion in a sense.

However, considering the achievements of the warriors they are talking about, it was not an exaggeration.

The home of the warriors where they currently reside and a newly built city nearby.

The city called a theme park is surprisingly said to have been built only half a year ago.

It is not a work set in the country of Oklia, but a city based on the novel.

‘Perhaps strength isn’t everything.’

You are not called a hero just because you are strong.

A warrior is one who is braver than others.

I am a pioneer who goes first on a path not taken by others.

Bertus looked around Aucklea for a day and came to a conclusion.

Bright Oakleyn Springfield.

He is a warrior.

“Ariel.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Do you hate the humans who stole your mother?”

“… Yes. It is disgusting.”

“This father, as the elder and guardian of the elves, seeks to make decisions for her kind.”

“… The humans alive today are not the ones who killed their mother. I will trust my father.”

“Thank you.”

As the elder and guardian of the elves, Bertus decided to inform the tribal union of the existence of the hero.

He judged that only he could break the long cycle of evil rooted in Mare.

The sacred place of the stars where all knowledge gathers.

A sanctuary that no transcendental being can touch.

[Cradle of Stars]

The most objective information in the world recorded by the stars is dormant there.

Objective knowledge in which no one’s subjectivity can be involved.

Only that knowledge will be the means to restore the twisted and tangled relationship of mankind.

And that is a miracle that was granted only to the 7th warrior, Bright Oakleyn Springfield.

So Bertus had no choice but to inform the heads of other races of this information.

A die was thrown that the parties did not even dream of.