episode_0017

The Empire’s 3rd Prince, Idris.

Now that she was Princess Is, she looked light-hearted, like someone who had let go of a heavy burden.

Despite the nobility of her blood, she also looked as innocent as a country girl.

“Actually, I should have done this a long time ago! I can’t tell you how comfortable it is to leave everything to Enoch. Hehehe. Now that you can leave the palace freely, will you come visit often?”

“Ah, yes… .”

“I get hurt when I show that I don’t like it so blatantly… .”

“No. I’m just a little dazed… .”

“Chii. lie. Well, it’s okay. I’m also busy organizing the house. I can’t come visit often. Rather, I might not be able to come at all because I have to teach Enoch this and that? Because we need ceremonies and other procedures.”

“Aha.”

“Aren’t you so happy?”

“… It’s a misunderstanding.”

Princess Is looked at me with a grin as if she would only look at me once.

I had no choice but to avoid eye contact. a little… I feel like a frog in front of a snake.

I felt like I was going to get eaten. In momentum.

“Anyway, indeed. How are people like that? No desire for fame, no desire for money. You don’t even appear in social circles, right?”

“Yes… . It’s because my personality doesn’t suit such a noisy situation.”

“Why do you live?”

“Yes?”

“Oh, were your words too aggressive? Hmm, I mean, what kind of fun do you have in this world? If you look closely, the author seems like a priest with no interest in the worldly world. Do you know?”

“I listen to it occasionally.”

“So, what do you do for fun? Although he is famous as a writer who shakes up the empire, he hides his real name and face. Although they make a huge amount of money through royalties and sponsorships, they don’t seem to spend that much money. I think it would be really boring to live like that.”

Princess Is’ question is certainly a common question by this world’s standards, but… .

From my perspective, there were few people who pursued worldly fun as much as I did.

The reason I squeezed out my memories and spread literature from my past life in this world in the first place was because I wanted to read interesting novels.

So there was only one answer I could give.

“I live for the fun of reading books. Good books, bad books, funny books, difficult books… They all have their own fun, and it’s fun to savor the differences.”

“Anyway, people are really unique.”

“Your Highness… Didn’t Princess Is also like reading books, so she sponsored me like this?”

“Rather than saying I liked it, well, I had no choice but to read the book!”

Princess Is giggled, but beneath that smile was a cold shadow.

The sunlight coming through the window became a little weaker as clouds passed under the sun.

“When I was young, my mother often read fairy tales to me. There is such a thing, right? A story about a knight, a dragon, and rescuing a princess trapped in a tower.”

“Yes.”

“I was so jealous of that princess.”

Princess Is’s eyelids drooped slightly.

I felt sad. Suddenly, the snake-like force disappeared, and only the delicate girl was sitting in front of me.

Suddenly I realized how small her body was. He looked even smaller because he was sitting on the sofa with his back not touching it.

“It’s like that in fairy tales. The king cries to save the princess, the knights challenge again and again to save the princess, and the people pray in sorrow for the princess’s salvation. Everyone knows the princess is locked in the tower. Everyone wants the princess to come out of the tower and be saved.”

“‥‥‥.”

“To the princess in a fairy tale… I felt jealous. Because I didn’t try to save anyone. ”

Princess Isu’s presence is gradually fading.

Now it seemed fleeting, as if it would disappear if the wind blew. I tried to open my mouth for no reason, but in the end I had no choice but to close my mouth and listen quietly to her voice.

“I’m not talking about palace life. My top is… The prison was my body. This noble and spotless body that God gave us with the blessings of angels… . I’ve been trapped all my life, from the moment the angel breathed life into my womb… .”

“‥‥‥.”

“This small prison is different from a fairy tale… No one felt trapped. I didn’t even try to find out. Thinking of the sanctuary created by God as a prison itself was an unholy thing that should not have happened. If praying for me is itself an insult to God, then who can pray for me? There was no one. Really, no one.”

“‥‥‥.”

“But, um, that’s right. Oh my! I didn’t mean to say this… . The atmosphere has become a mess! Anyway, I’m really grateful to the author. Really. Hehehe.”

“‥‥‥.”

“… Oh, are you crying? Because of me?”

“No. Well, the last scene of The Little Prince suddenly came to mind.”

As Princess Is said, that the body was a prison, I was reminded of the ending of The Little Prince.

This is the story of a young prince who throws off his body and returns to his own planet.

[“You must not follow me. Your uncle will be sad. It would look like I was dead… You’re not really dying.”]

[“My star is too far away, so I can’t go there with this body. My body is too heavy to fly to the stars.”]

[“I am responsible for my roses… .”]

What is truly important is invisible to the eye.

The little prince is bitten on the ankle by a poisonous snake and throws away his old, shell-like body.

[“When you look at the night sky, I will be living in one of those stars. I’ll smile too. Then now you will be able to see all the stars smiling.”]

[“You will have a lot of little stars to smile about!”]

The traveler will never forget the little prince.

That was the ending of the story of The Little Prince. Having a smiling star in the night sky.

“Puuuu, if you cry when you remember the ending of The Little Prince, you can’t help it… .”

“Yes.”

“It’s my first time seeing someone cry for me, so it’s a little strange, but I’m also happy.”

“It’s a misunderstanding.”

Really, it was a misunderstanding.

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Princess Is passed away.

For some reason, I felt exhausted and lay down on the sofa. I’m glad I always carry a handkerchief with me.

After resting for a while, Mr. Dorling soon came into the reception room.

“Boss.”

“Yes! Writer!”

“Could you show me the Little Prince’s fan letter?”

“Ahh! yes Of course!”

The publisher’s secret safe was full of fan letters addressed to the author of Homer.

Of all the letters, the ones that took up the largest volume were fan letters from ‘The Little Prince’.

[I cried all day after reading The Little Prince. It’s a fairy tale I bought to read to my child… I think I was more moved than the child. Thank you for writing this story.]

[Thanks to author Homer, the children at our orphanage are very happy these days. You can eat lots of delicious bread. thank you so much!]

For a while, I read fan letters from people who had read The Little Prince.

I read each one one by one and quietly pondered the contents.

“Writer?”

“Ah, yes. president. Have I been here too long?”

“No, no! You can stay forever! lol. I guess you were very moved by reading the fan letter.”

“Yes, well… .”

Actually, that’s not why I was reading fan letters.

After all, I am just a plagiarist who translated my previous life’s work into this world’s language.

Rather, I was thinking about the work I would publish next.

This is a work that, if published when people’s consciousness is not yet mature, could cause irreversible problems.

“Boss.”

“Yes! Writer!”

So I read the fan letter carefully… .

“Let’s prepare the next work for publication right away.”

After reading the fan letters, I was able to conclude that it would be okay to publish it soon.

“Yes! We will prepare it perfectly so that you can publish it at any time!”

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Gray is a prisoner who is shunned by the universe but believes in human religion.

Princess Is was not understood by anyone and had no choice but to repeat blasphemous prayers alone.

Religious conscience and personal sincerity.

There is a work that came to mind while talking with the two people.

“Zion. Would you like to read this?”

“Oh, are you taking out that work?”

I took out a manuscript from the nightstand next to the bed. I had sealed it in a paper bag with wax to prevent Zion from seeing it just in case.

This is a novel that was already written when Don Quixote was published.

Zion also knew of the existence of this manuscript, but had never read it until now because I had told him in advance not to look at it.

“Uh. I think it’s time to publish this novel. First, I want to hear your opinion.”

“It is a great honor to be able to give you my opinion… !”

Zion accepted the manuscript with an almost reverential attitude.

I carefully opened the wax-sealed paper envelope, took out the stack of manuscripts inside, and unfolded them.

“It’s not that long.”

Zion, who had been gauging the volume by looking at the thickness of the manuscript, finally opened the first page of the manuscript.

And then he quietly began to read the manuscript.

“‥‥‥.”

Shion’s eyes moved busily following the writing.

Zion is a fast reader. It only took an hour to read the entire manuscript.

Finally, the last page of the manuscript is turned.

When Zion raised his head.

“Huh… .”

Shion was clutching his chest and making a painful expression as if his soul had escaped.

“This is too… Isn’t it painful…? . I think I know why Master didn’t let me read this novel… .”

Romanticism is the soul of literature. And for romanticism to emerge, there is a novel that must be published.

However, it was also a novel whose publication was postponed due to its influence.

I received another bundle of manuscripts from Zion. On the very first page of the manuscript, the title of the novel was written in fancy cursive.

[The Sorrows of Young Werther]

The sorrow of young Werther. That was the title of the novel I was publishing this time.