Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire - Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire chapter 56

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Arthur, the manager of a small bank far from London, gloomily opened the door with a package brought home that day.

There, his wife, Mabel, was already waiting for him with all his belongings packed.

“Honey, are you here?”

“Ah, ma’am… I guess I’m going after all.”

“This person is also true.”

Mabel looked at her weeping husband and put on a bewildered expression.

“No, who is getting divorced now? Why are you crying when you just returned home and went to visit your parents?”

“But, oh. honey. I don’t want to be separated from you and my kids.”

“Then you should have done the formalities sooner.”

Mabel smiled helplessly and hugged her husband, Arthur. I don’t know how old you are and how immature you are.

Thinking so, she opened the hug, found what was in her husband’s hand, and asked.

“What parcel is it?”

“Oh, it’s for John.”

“To John?”

Mabel asked, puzzled.

No, what kind of three-year-old gets all the packages? Even in your home country.

To such a wife, Arthur shrugged and said.

“well. Did you ever apply for something in John’s name? This is from the publisher of ＜Bentley and Sons＞.”

“Bentley and son? if······.”

Mabel clapped her hands and took the package from her husband’s hand and carefully opened the box.

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As expected, it contained the latest edition of ＜Peter Perry＞, one of the novels she always reads to her children.

“No, what is this?”

“Why, a few months ago, John excitedly said, ‘I think this novel is going to be like this!’ I wrote it in John’s name and sent it to the publisher.”

“Ah~”

Was it so, while Arthur admired. Inside the room, the couple’s eldest son, John, toddled out on tight legs.

“Dad, are you coming?”

“Oh, John! Our genius!”

Arthur chuckled and picked up his son.

Most parents routinely think that their children are geniuses. But Arthur was still convinced.

that his son is truly a genius.

If not, how can you be interested in books at the age of less than three years old, read them endlessly, and even predict the contents ahead of them?

And Mabel also smiled and approached John.

“John, here’s the book you’ve been wanting to see.”

“Peter Perry?!”

John said with a big smile.

It’s not wrong to like something, John gets the right answer right away.

Arthur and Mabel looked at each other and said, smiling bitterly at the excited appearance, not knowing what their parents were thinking.

“Can I read you a book and go?”

“Sure. John likes it.”

nice! Arthur clenched his fists inwardly.

However, on the contrary, Mabel’s inside was a little uneasy.

‘What if John gets disappointed.’

Although born and raised on a rural farm, Mabel was an intellectual, majoring in Latin and botany. It’s a distant southern tip of Africa, but it’s not that I became the wife of Arthur, who became a bank branch manager at a young age.

so i knew As her husband said, John has a genius temperament.

In particular, he has a natural talent for understanding and constructing stories.

The story of ＜Peter Perry＞ that John predicted was quite plausible. The details are slightly different due to lack of understanding of the reference, but the major curves are similar.

But what will it be like this time… Mabel opened the book with deep anticipation as well.

however.

“ah.”

different. No, the big bends were similar, but more. Minor variations were added to make it impossible to predict the story ahead even though you knew it.

Similar but not, how the hell am I supposed to convey this?

“Momma?”

“Ah, John. sorry. I will read it to you now.”

Mabel thought hard and nodded.

Even if it’s different from what I expected, it’s impossible not to read it when I’m waiting like that. Eventually, she slowly began to read Volume 7 of ＜Peter Perry＞ to her son.

The story was spectacular.

It even got deeper and deeper as it progressed.

The voice that had continued like that began to tremble slowly when it was learned that Reese, whom he had met from the beginning, betrayed Peter, Alvis, whom he had defeated in the past, appeared, and that the twists and turns of the story were greater than expected.

I was scared.

How will your child take it? Wouldn’t it be disappointing that it was different from what you expected?

And on the face of the child who looked at him with such concern.

“Wow!”

It contained only interest.

It didn’t stop at just enjoying the story. His face was as if he had discovered a new toy.

“Are you having fun, John?”

“huh!!”

John’s turquoise eyes shone infinitely clear, like a lake in midsummer.

***

And unlike John’s family who enjoyed the story peacefully… this content was burning London. It’s also very lively.

“What, what is this?”

“Reese… to say that Reese was the demon lord!!”

“This is ridiculous!!”

Rhys, the library’s sylph.

Although the role is not high, the role of giving answers in important aspects.

In addition, with a timid personality but cute behavior, he was one of the supporting roles that boasted a popularity comparable to that of the three main characters, and he was also faithful to his role as a mascot representing Winky with an active personality.

If Sylph hadn’t been set up as genderless and genderless, he would have fought a three-way battle as a heroine equivalent to Irull and Marv.

But to think that such a popular character was a villain who had been preparing to stab Peter in the back from the beginning.

The rollercoaster development of the deadly pests that were literally ahead of their time shocked the Hanslian fandom.

Merchants who had already made handmade accessories using Reese’s illustrations and used them commercially were the same.

Of course, as you can feel from the word ‘handmade’, most of them were illegal products that ignored copyrights, so it was even more chaos because we couldn’t complain to Bentley Publishers or Hanslo Jin.

However, not all Hanslians were like that.

“Heng, so you should have recognized the foreshadowing properly.”

“Am, Reese’s goggles are worn only when they are secretly worn and fall out when they are not. It seemed sinister!”

“By the way, is Alvis’ reappearance true?”

“There was a reason why I was so cool and chic in the side story!”

Reese’s popularity was also a big topic, but more than that, the reappearance of Alvis, who gave off the feeling of being Peter Perry’s rival as the villain in volume 1, was also a big topic.

In particular, in the side story that was serialized in a magazine, his narrative, which drifted into the human world, was healed through a fresh conversation with Nora, an ordinary country girl, and started to walk the path of repentance by burning and killing an old subordinate who had been pursuing him. ‘ As a character, he was rapidly gaining popularity among students in their mid-teens.

However, such a character not only appeared again in the main story, but also helped Peter subdue the demon king Oberon…!

Even after everything was over, instead of returning to the Dwarven Kingdom, the sight of her quietly disappearing toward the village where Nora is located touched the hearts of the readers. To put it simply, the Ganji exploded.

It was the perfect character for a mid-to-late teen to fall in love with, who started seeing Peter Perry in fairy tales, but grew older and became more drawn to the perverse and antisocial.

“This is why the kids! hey! Do you guys know purity!?”

“what. Hey, does that stand?”

A faction that naturally splits.

However, the quarrel between Hanslean did not last long.

Reese’s betrayal, Albis’ reappearance.

This was also shocking, but because the issue of burying both was at the end of Volume 7.

─To the readers who love the ＜Peter Perry＞ series. With the next installment ＜Peter Perry＞ finished…

“No, what the hell are you talking about!?”

“＜Peter Perry＞ is finished!”

No matter how much ＜Vincent Villiers＞ or ＜Dawnbringer＞ exists, the root of Hansleyan is ＜Peter Perry＞.

Should I let the sky fall like this!

The night in London is getting longer today.

***

After self-canning.

After handing over the manuscript to Mr. Bentley, I slept for 24 hours on the couch furnished at the Bentley Publishing House.

According to Mr. Bentley, I was worried that I might be having trouble sleeping so hard at first that I even tried to call the doctor.

Of course, after realizing that he had just fallen asleep, he covered him with a blanket.

Anyway, is it because I slept so uncomfortable? My whole body felt swollen and creaking.

Ugh… I’m still less tired.

“Moan, I’m going to die.”

I think I was able to endure it in the past, but it’s not easy.

This is why you shouldn’t do these things when you get older… Is this why the seniors said that writers should exercise in their free time? I guess I need some exercise too.

If we go down, shall we play cricket together as Mr. Miller begs us to?

Thinking so, before I knew it, I had arrived at the Miller Cine Townhouse in the West End.

Somehow, after re-debuting, I feel like I use more than Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller also uses this place when he comes alone, but when his family comes together, he often goes to his parents’ house, Ealing, or to Bayswater, where his mother-in-law Mary Ann Beymer is.

Since the two houses are sisters, there are often cases where they gather in one place.

So now I am the only one in the West End townhouse.

Well, first I’ll change my clothes and go to a public bath. I can’t stand it because I’m embarrassed.

The moment you open the door with that thought in mind.

“oh! Are you here? Pretty late.”

“to?”

A voice I had never heard before resounded in my ears.

Even at home ‘inside’.

what is this guy?

I opened my eyes wide to see a young man sitting proudly in the townhouse living room.

His age… was difficult to guess because of his handsome golden beard. Compared to the beard, there are not many wrinkles on the sides of the blue eyes or on the bridge of the nose.

No, rather than that, now this! It’s a home invasion! How are you in the house?

Oh, the Scotland Yard phone number is…!

While I was confused like that, the man smiled hahahaha and spoke politely.

“Excuse me. However, it was very late, and the people around me thought it would be a nuisance to leave the carriage outside for too long, so I came in despite my shame.”

No, house invasion is worse than standing outside for a long time…

“No, but… er, who are you?”

“George. George Frederick Ernest Albert.”

No, so who is that man?

I was about to ask that, but the next story made me drowsy.

“The position Grandma sealed is the Duke of York.”

“······uh.”

“My wife likes you very much, so I came to see you once, jealous of you as a husband. ha ha ha. Since I invested in the play this time, please forgive me for being rude like this?”

George, so.

The Crown Princess winked with her charming eyes and said so… Ah.

No, hyung, why the hell are you here!?