How a Hero Lives as a Writer

51 – Unexpected Results (3)

Three days have passed since Bertus and his escort stayed in Oklia.

Today, too, Bertus and his escort left the house to recognize Oklia.

It seems that he is interested in Aucklia.

This is a good phenomenon.

ㅡ So, when are you going to ask for the elixir?

That… If you ask for it, it looks a little like that, right?

ㅡ Is that more important than Reina?

I have nothing to say if you say that, but this is a very important issue….

Negotiation is about hiding your numbers as much as possible and getting the best results.

If the elixir is such a precious treasure, it might not be easily transferred.

That’s why I’m waiting for the other side to figure it out for me….

Now is the time to show some reaction.

I decided to wait for the return of Bertus and his escort while thinking about how to translate the story of the warriors into a manga.

For now, let’s incorporate the scene Helena showed us into the story.

That’s it.

Book Possession Water!

Let’s make it a story in which the main character goes through the stories of the 6 great warriors and grows up.

With the feeling of being reborn as a new warrior after becoming stronger with the information obtained from the book.

Is it okay if the title of the book is ‘Seven Stars’?

Smart.

The door slammed open with a knock.

“Kuh, it’s warm.”

“Kruger. Do you want to hear the answer? What are you going to do if I’m at happy hour?”

“Hmm, you mean you did that in broad daylight?”

ㅡ Are you going to do that?

… Privacy is a mess in this world.

“Kuhm. So what is it?”

“I came here to revitalize my tired body from building a workshop.”

“Is that so?”

Kruger brushed off the dirt from his body and threw himself straight into his lower neck.

“Big!”

Two dwarves living together with Kruger and his brother are currently setting up a new workshop at the point where the river flows.

Hydraulic power is essential for metallurgy, so it seems that they are going to build a new workshop with permission from Prince Albert.

In workshops that have secured water power with waterwheels, they print things of a certain standard.

It seems that the workshop on my premises is trying out various things with the metal made with that water power.

For example, he says his current goal is to make railways and steam locomotives.

“What happened to the railroad tracks and steam locomotives?”

“Well, the design is finished. We are going to start soon.”

If you secure hydraulic power, you can print things of a certain standard.

From then on, he plans to study steam locomotives in earnest.

“If you succeed in making pipes efficiently in the process of making a steam engine, hot water heating will be possible.”

“Oh… That is expected.”

“Our secret wish is just around the corner.”

Kryuger smiled broadly and stroked his beard.

“What the hell is that dwarven secret wish you always say?”

“Hmm? Oh, don’t you know?”

ㅡ Is this ‘Don’t you know’ trend these days?

I don’t know.

“Our dwarves’ secret wish is ‘a weapon that reaches the gods’.”

“A weapon that touches the gods?”

“Yes.”

The villagers of Mare consider themselves children of the gods.

By the way, is the secret wish a ‘weapon that reaches the gods’?

ㅡ Isn’t it a weapon of death?

Ah, is that an interpretation?

So it’s the concept of being the most perfect and absolute standard.

The expression of their will to create a masterpiece that can reach the sky was their earnest wish.

“What do you think is the most powerful weapon?”

Nuke.

But there are no nuclear weapons in this world.

Then….

“The most powerful weapon wielded by the strongest person in the world, right?”

Isn’t the weapon wielded by one who does not know defeat the strongest?

“We once thought the same thing. So, a weapon with an ego that grows on its own was also the goal.”

Krueger stroked his beard and continued the story in a voice that seemed to miss him.

“But can a weapon with an ego be called a weapon? If it has a self, isn’t it a living being?”

“Ummm….”

“We simply tempered it, but if the weapon touches God, can it be said that our hand touched it?”

“….”

Well?

“From then on, each of us decided to aim for our long-cherished wish in our own way.”

“Oh.”

Are you saying that it was divided like a school in the Joseon Dynasty?

Interesting.

“If I gave you a sword that could cut the sea, would you be able to defeat your knight in a one-on-one fight?”

“I can’t.”

How do I fight with a superman who blows wind through my throat when I use my possession?

“The weapon that touches the gods produces different results depending on the skill of the user. I keep thinking about this.”

Kruger decided to pursue absolute strength that does not produce different results depending on the user’s capabilities.

It is to create a weapon that can reach the gods with a mechanical device that has no ego.

In other words, Kruger’s secret wish means super high-tech & over-technology that doesn’t suit Mare.

A guy who knows what men want.

“Awesome.”

“Cool?”

“Uh. Really dope.”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey!”

Do not go the path others take, only go the path you choose.

Pioneer Kruger.

Badass.

“Come to think of it, he was in the manor.”

“That guy?”

“It’s Bertus.”

“Oh, do you know me?”

“He is the old of the elves.”

I said that Bertus was a noisy guy, but Kruger is called an old man.

The relationship may be subtly complicated.

“A nasty bastard who walks around as a child of his dead wife.”

“Dead wife….”

“It’s already been 100 years.”

It has been so long that all the humans who have already gone through the war have died.

But longevity elves, those who went through that war are still alive.

Dead wife, 100 years ago.

… Bertus was the victim of the loss of his wife in the Tribal Wars.

“Well, it’s not just him. All old people go around in the form of children when they reach a certain age.”

“Really?”

“Because it is highly energy efficient. Other than that, I heard that idiots are easily fooled by their youthful appearance.”

It’s enough to maintain a youthful appearance because of energy efficiency, so the dwarves’ metallurgy must be quite annoying.

But what about the naughty ones? Are they slave traders? .

Even though there are still people like that, Bertus made such a gentlemanly response.

I don’t know if the other elves can talk.

“What happened?”

“I mean….”

I told you the story of what happened after Bertus and his escort came here.

“It’s not an escort, it’s a daughter. Aren’t the two a little alike?”

“Oh, daughter?”

“Well, he is the guardian of the elves. So you must have at least an elixir.”

I am glad to hear that.

“Hmm. I have a feeling it will be a headache in the future.”

“Huh?”

“It might be better to be prepared.”

Krueger chuckled and said, “You’ll know when you see it.”

Why are you laughing so happily when you say it hurts?

It wasn’t until the next day that I learned the meaning of Kruger’s laugh.

***

I thought I would be leaving home early today, but Bertus stopped me and started talking about tribal unions.

“A tribal union?”

“Yes. The elders of each race are going to gather and talk.”

I don’t need that right now.

Everything has an order.

So just ask for an elixir… !

“I plan to talk to people I can speak relatively well with. Will you be okay though?”

“… Yes. I will.”

My goal was to achieve great unity through culture.

So, it’s not bad that exchanges with other races occur before Reina’s problem, which was the task at hand.

So the elixir… ?

“Thank you, warrior. I want you to accept this as my sincerity.”

Saying that, Bertus took out two bottles from his bosom.

Can this be?

“A disease that leads to eternal sleep. You say you can heal with an elixir?”

Bertus said that and smiled.

Ah, was it too explicit?

Contrary to his appearance, Bertus was an elf with years of experience.

“Thank you, Bertus.”

As I carefully received the elixir, Bertus looked very serious.

“There are still many people who hate humans. You took my offer at the risk of your life.”

So this is the price of my life.

You don’t have to be thankful for that.

Perhaps Bertus is saying that.

“Bertus. I will do my best to cooperate with you.”

“Yes. Then it happened.”

It’s a big deal if the bottle breaks anyway.

With that in mind, I arrived at the royal castle with the elixir wrapped in cloth and turned into a ball, and immediately went to find Prince Albert.

I, who usually make an appointment and ask for a meeting, came in ignoring the procedure.

It was a bit rude, but Prince Albert readily forgave me, probably thinking it was an urgent matter.

“What is it, sir?”

“The King. Spring has arrived!”

“What is that… No way?!”

Prince Albert, who had been sitting down, jumped up from his seat.

“Who is there!”

Prince Albert groaned.

Other officials in the meeting were taken aback, but they seem to have noticed the reason for Prince Albert’s reaction.

They started to stare blankly at me with expressions that made no sense at all.

I smiled at them and gave them a thumbs up.

ㅡ Wow!

Even though it was in the king’s presence, officials, nobles, and prime ministers began to shout.

It was similar to what happened when I received my title and walked the main streets of the capital.

ㅡ Oakleyn!

ㅡ Oakleyn!

ㅡ Oakleyn!

Kings, chancellors, nobles, officials, and servants.

Beyond status and position, everyone became one and became a mess.

ㅡ Spring has come to Aucklia.

I will.

“Oakleen….”

Eh?

It was a very small voice, but I think Sir Lewis said it was Oakleyn….

To the extent that it felt as if a castle made of stone was shaken by the resounding sound, their shouts did not die down easily.

But no one vomited to this shout.

Aucklia was a very barren place for people to live, and the people were living because they couldn’t die day by day.

In the meantime, I was summoned as a hero.

A novel written simply because of boredom changed Aucklia, and finally, the people of Aucklia were able to afford to talk about their work while laughing even in winter.

But Prince Albert always had a bitter smile somewhere.

This is because her wife, Stella, and her child, Raina, were terminally ill.

But today, this very moment.

The winter that seemed to never end has passed and spring has arrived, even for Prince Albert.

Now, let’s forget about worries and worries and start talking about fun and happiness.

A story that is a comedy when viewed from up close, and a comedy when viewed from afar.