How a Hero Lives as a Writer

6 – Still a warrior. (3)

The next day.

I had a private talk with the Pope for the last time.

“Hmm, the hero might have already noticed, but….”

Is this it?

“Are you referring to the part where information control is taking place?”

“Yes, you knew.”

“Because it can be passed down through people’s mouths.”

It doesn’t make sense to not know the cause of the war that took place only 100 years ago, just because the book was slightly burned in the fires of war.

“Sooner or later, the hero will be contacted.”

As expected, there are those who systematically control information.

“You are the representative of God.”

So do as I please.

The Pope said so.

“Thank you.”

I greeted the pope, joined Sir Louis, and boarded the carriage back to the Oklea estate.

“I didn’t know I would come to the Holy Kingdom.”

“Is it difficult to come?”

“Yes. The moonlight stone used for the teleport gate is very expensive.”

I’ve seen articles saying that a knight’s salary in the district is about 300,000 won a day, if calculated according to modern prices.

I don’t know what this world might be like, but I’m sure Sir Lewis’ salary is significantly less than that.

It seems to be a place that even Sir Louis would not dare to visit.

Well, if you can use the teleport gate so freely, it’s like there’s no weight limit.

If the price is cheap, it’s enough to carry it over and over again.

If the teleport gate is used freely like that in the first place, then the teleport gate shouldn’t exist in the capital of Oklia.

If an ambush comes in through the teleport gate, there will be chaos.

… I thought I learned a minimum of common sense through books, but most of them don’t know.

I don’t know if I know everything, but I might get into an accident while installing it.

It would be nice to have someone to give me advice when writing a novel.

Miss Helena seems to ask for a price, is she really Princess Reina?

But is it okay for me to take away your precious time, which is only four hours?

ㅡ Try saying something.

Of course that’s right, right?

Let’s ask when we get back.

I decided to organize the development of ‘Oh My Lady’ while leaving my body in the rattling carriage.

The next thing to deal with is field practice.

It is an event in which Romeo and Juliet go through hardships due to the Artifact released from the seal and become closer to each other.

Sealed.

Dark co.

Thousands of people with determined expressions on their faces.

Stained red with blood….

“Bright Ball?”

“Oh, that’s fine.”

Something suddenly popped into my head and I was dazed.

What was that?

ㅡ These are the memories contained in the holy sword.

Memories contained in the holy sword?

– Yes. The holy sword is trying to convey something to you.

Did the torrent of information you felt when you touched the holy sword come from the holy sword?

If you think about it, there is no way that a hero who is summoned at a time when humanity is so dangerous that humanity will perish can’t afford to read books and collect information like I did.

So there was a high possibility that the holy sword contained a lot of information.

If I carry out my hero’s task, will I be able to fully accept the information contained in the holy sword someday?

If so, you will be able to know the story of the warriors who were intentionally erased.

It is only allowed to me in this world.

Thinking of that, for some reason, made her feel excited.

“Are you really okay?”

“Yes.”

It seems that the holy sword is trying to convey something to me.

As soon as he said that, Sir Louis’ expression began to change to a more confused expression.

This feels like looking at someone who is making a fuss about seeing a ghost….

“Anyway, that’s what it is.”

“Ah, yes….”

I don’t know how to react.

Something embarrassing me, so I decided to keep my mouth shut.

Wrapped in a strange sense of desolation, the carriage drove along the highway and arrived at the teleport gate.

We went through the teleport gate several times and headed to Aucklia.

When I arrived at Oaklia, the sun had already set.

“Thank you for your hard work, Sir Louis.”

“Yes. Rest in peace.”

We parted ways with Sir Louis and had a little late dinner at the royal castle.

Then he immediately met with Prince Albert and told him what had happened in the Holy Kingdom.

“Yes, I guess you were invited as a hero.”

Prince Albert looked a little sorry.

I boasted that I could return home in a year, but I guess it was because I thought it wouldn’t be easy.

It was a coincidence that he summoned me to this world, so I shouldn’t have bothered.

“I’d like to talk to Princess Reina. Is that possible?”

“A story?”

“Since it is a romance novel, I think the opinions of female readers are also important.”

“Well, I see.”

Prince Albert said he would tell Princess Reina her story.

Other than that, it was about a librarian.

Shortly speaking, she is innocent.

Honestly, my reluctance remains, but this world is a world where magic is more effective than criminology.

So you have to believe it.

Still, if possible, visit only during the day.

I said goodbye to Prince Albert and went back to my room.

I have to write volume 2 quickly so I can talk to Princess Reina, so I have to hurry up and finish it.

As I sat down to write, Miss Helena sat down at the desk.

Then he started staring at the paper I had spread out.

“Writing is inconvenient, wizard.”

ㅡ Endure this much.

That’s too much.

ㅡ That means I want to read your novel as soon as possible.

… For some reason, I think I will write well today.

I made up my mind and started writing the second half of the book.

From the middle of the second volume, Romeo and Juliet leave for field training.

The field practice was to excavate artifacts created by the ancient magic civilization.

Of course, there was no way such an artifact would roll around anywhere, so it was a way to retrieve an artifact prepared in advance from the Mage Tower.

If you accidentally find a real Artifact, an extra point will be added to your grade, and you can claim ownership of the Artifact.

It was a golden opportunity for Juliet, who was falling behind Romeo s*xually.

Unlike Romeo, who had no talent for magic, Juliet, who hears the voice of a rare genius, discovers an ancient artifact.

The problem is that the artifact wasn’t very nice to Juliet.

Juliet is in danger due to her artifact.

The story is that Romeo saves it.

I put down the pen after writing only the scene where Juliet leaves to retrieve her artifacts.

It was already late at night, so it was time to sleep.

As I was about to caress her shoulder as I sighed, Miss Helena glared at me with a frown on her face.

“What are you doing?”

ㅡ Hurry up and write more.

“Yes?”

You wrote 3 episodes non-stop right now?

I have already written up to 100 novels on Earth, so I remembered the overall contents, so I did not get stuck.

However, since it is handwritten, it takes a long time and puts a lot of strain on the wrists and knuckles.

If you’re not careful, you might end up smearing the manuscript with ink on your hands.

So that’s all for today….

A thrill.

Mistress Helena had an expression as if she had been subjected to cutting magic.

“Because I am a human too….”

Wouldn’t it be better to get some sleep before writing?

I want to rest because my butt hurts from being driven by the carriage.

ㅡ Do you want to rest forever?

If you follow me, the next volume will also disappear.

In this world, even a full-length novel tends to be released every four to six months at the earliest.

I think it’s nonsensical to pull out one book in two weeks.

But you can’t even get canned food here.

Ah, come to think of it, you should also publish.

I have to go to the publisher tomorrow.

***

“You mean you want to go to the publishing house?”

“Yes. I want to see with my own eyes how it works.”

I wonder how books are distributed in this world.

So I want to go.

However, Prince Albert was not very reluctant.

Are there any problems?

“God’s representative will not stop me from going.”

Is there something?

At that thought, I glanced at Helena-sama, who was floating around.

But she just stared at me with a smile on her lips.

Still, the permit has been granted, so let’s go.

I decided to join Sir Lewis and head to the publishing house.

“Dong Bright is more active than I thought.”

Anyway, it seems that the perception that ‘writer = a person who writes in a small room’ is embedded.

When I get stuck on writing, I go for a walk or climb a mountain, and I write while drinking coffee at a cafe.

I worked at a publishing company in the first place, so I lived a busy life.

“Does Sir Lewis know anything about publishing houses?”

“No.”

Sir Lewis smiled wryly and stroked the sheath on his waist.

Anyway, since I was trying to become a knight at a young age, it must mean that I didn’t have time to look elsewhere.

Even with mana, it must have been difficult for a woman to become a knight.

While chatting with Sir Louis, I headed to the publishing house I had heard about in advance.

This is the publishing house….

The building is quite large.

Is this industry developed enough to operate a building this large?

It’s amazing.

I don’t know if this is why my novel is being rejected.

ㅡ It will be fine.

Hearing Helena’s words makes me feel energized.

I straightened my shoulders and headed to the publishing house.

The sight that caught my eye was the movement of people who looked quite busy.

But this… I don’t think it’s because of the enthusiasm for publication.

“Mmm.”

No matter how you look at it here, it is superior.

Anyway, it seems that the trading house is also in charge of publishing.

Did Prince Albert’s expression mean this….

To add a little exaggeration, I passed the lobby that felt like a market hall and headed to the counter.

“What are you looking for?”

I took off my robe, exposing my face, and set the envelope containing the copy of ‘Oh My Lady’ I had brought on the counter.

“I want to try publishing.”

Then the clerk who was looking at the counter came out and gave Sir Louis a curious look.

When you see a black-haired ‘alien’ for the first time, you can’t help but react like this.

It would be strange to have a woman with a sword next to me.

The clerk was taken aback for a moment, but he said something to someone nearby.

Then he told us to wait a while and led us to a room on the second floor.

As I was sitting on the sofa in the room and putting my robe on, a man in his mid-40s entered the room.

“My name is Alexander.”

“It’s bright.”

I told her man that I had come to publish and handed out the novel I had written.

The man took out the manuscript from the envelope I gave him and began to read it.

As I looked at it, I thought it was a bit strange.

Even the clerk in charge of the counter at the store, where he interacts with countless people every day, looked puzzled when he saw Sir Louis and me.

But this person did not show any such reaction.

Even if I had heard from the clerk in advance, there would be no reaction like this….

An extreme example would be the appearance of blacks or whites in Korea in the 15th century.

I was concerned about the strangely fast response and the indifferent response of the company.

So I decided to take a look.

“The weather is nice today.”

“Yes?”

The man looked a little flustered, but then she awkwardly nodded her head.

“Yes. Spring has arrived.”

“Romance novels are easier to deal with than you might think, yet more difficult. If the love between two people is dealt with too early, the fun of the work is halved, but there is not enough material to lead the story until too late. Basically, it seems to be a material that does not go well with a feature novel, a love novel.”

“Yes? Ah yes….”

“For a romance novel to become a feature, conflict must be incorporated into the story. But isn’t there a limit to what can be put into conflict in romance? If the writer’s status is a commoner, he can’t deal with aristocrats. If the writer who wrote ‘The Lady of the Autumn Field’ was born in a noble family, wouldn’t it have been drawn as a story of a lover who could not date due to family opposition? To be honest, it is regrettable that the barrier between the two is, at best, the gap between the rich and the poor. I don’t know if he’s the enemy of his parents, but he describes the bitterness of life as if he’s seen it all, at best it feels like a cup of Americano. What if you were prepared to give your life for a woman? Shouldn’t she be prepared to die and rush in, crying and barking for her daughter?”

I started talking nonsense to her man.

It was so pointless chatter that Sir Louis, who was next to me, looked puzzled.

“Ummm….”

The man was a bit perplexed as to how to react to my nonsense.

I counted for about five seconds and watched her man’s reaction.

… 5 Seconds passed.

Then there is only one conclusion.

“Alexander. You know who I am.”

As soon as I said that, the man’s face changed from an embarrassed expression to an expressionless one.

I felt the air around me getting heavier.