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Sometimes, absurd rumors spread through people’s mouths and increase in size.

This was especially true if even the slightest evidence existed.

“The chess depicted in Alice Through the Looking Glass is Haren Kingdom style chess! What is this but evidence that the author of Homer was from the Kingdom of Haren?”

“No nonsense! Isn’t it crazy to call the great sage of the empire a Harenite based on something like that?”

At first, it was just a joke or a wild guess.

In the first place, it made no sense to say that he was from the Kingdom of Haren based on at most one chess rule.

But in fact, rumors start from such trivial jokes.

“If you think about it, the mystical tendencies seen in Homer’s literature have some similarities with the myth of the Kingdom of Haren.”

“Of course! The perspective on the soul shown in Young Werther’s sorrow is also exactly correct if interpreted through the doctrine of the Eastern Church, which is mainly believed in the Kingdom of Haren!”

Soon, people began to piece together the rumors.

Literature was a new perspective on life, and if you wanted to find evidence in literature, you could find it.

In addition, testimonies from fans who had seen the author of ‘Homer’ in person also played a role.

“The author of Homer was a handsome man with a very exotic appearance! Do you feel like you are of mixed blood from the East? Also, he was surrounded by a very noble and static atmosphere.”

“How, isn’t the author of Homer really of mixed blood from the Kingdom of Haren?”

His exotic appearance, a mixture of his past and present life, was enough to lend weight to the speculation that the writer Homer was of mixed race.

Even words like this came out.

“It is said that in the Kingdom of Haren, royal family members who were pushed out of succession to the throne often change their status and go into exile in the empire. Could it be…? ?”

“Wow.”

Rumors were continuing one after another.

And the main character of that rumor is.

“Son.”

“Yes. Father.”

“People say you are a half-blood of a royal exile from the Kingdom of Haren.”

“… Yes.”

“Then, I am the ‘royalty who exiled from the Kingdom of Haren’… .”

“Haha… .”

“I have never even been outside the empire, let alone the Kingdom of Haren.”

“Yes… .”

I was eating a meal at the head of the dinner table.

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The Frieden family is one of a kind.

His hobbies include gossiping about central nobles, making a fuss in the National Assembly, and tricking people into saying he can’t go if an invitation comes from the capital.

The only reason such a person could inherit the title of Count Frieden was because he was the only son of the previous Count Frieden. Count Frieden was truly a born lazy person.

There was even a time when he tried to hand over the title of head of the family to his younger sister, but was rejected by the Munhwawon.

“Why am I a member of the royal family of Haren Kingdom? Our talented second son?”

“… I don’t know either.”

“Are you mixed race?”

“No.”

Count Frieden is not reacting this way because he is truly offended.

This is just… It was a joke.

The foul-tempered father who enjoyed teasing his son was the Frieden family head.

“It doesn’t matter if you take strange medicines and go out and write, but you shouldn’t use genealogy to scam people.”

“Yes… .”

“There may be diplomatic friction with the Kingdom of Haren, and wouldn’t I feel strange hearing this? You unfilial child.”

“No, father. I didn’t say that I was from the Kingdom of Haren─.”

“Huh. Are you even talking back to your father now? Oh my, since Homer, the great sage of the empire, is raising his voice, a powerless noble like me should just keep quiet. I’m scared that if I keep going like this, I’ll end up writing behind my back stories in the novel.”

“‥‥‥.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but eventually closed my mouth and grabbed a spoon.

I’m not sure if the soup goes into my mouth or my nose. I need to eat quickly and go back to my room to write.

“Now I don’t even pretend to listen to my father… Oh my, I have to die when I get old… . When I die, pass the title of Count Frieden to Eric. The ungrateful second guy will eat well and live well on his own.”

“Hyung. Congratulations on becoming the head of the family.”

“Ugh. Thank you, little brother. So when is the next work coming out?”

“I don’t know.”

“… They say there is no use in raising children.”

“Tsk tsk, because you are so light, the kids learn by watching. How can you still be immature at that age?”

My father became sullen for no reason and lowered his head, and my mother clicked her tongue when she saw him like that.

It was an ordinary daily life for the Count Frieden family.

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Rolls Camel was a stutterer.

Countless fragments of language and poetic inspiration were swimming in her head, and converting them into social language was an extremely difficult task.

So Rolls Camel had no choice but to stutter.

If I were asked to recite a poem, I would be able to memorize it without stuttering, and if I was asked to tell a story, I would be able to do it all day long.

“Well, well, I’m fine! Huh, sponsorship is a burden, so─.”

“It’s okay not to be that nervous. We said this with the intention of supporting artist Camel’s artistic activities to the extent possible. There will be no special requests or doing anything.”

“That, that is, I─.”

It was very difficult to talk to other people.

In particular, it was difficult to understand ‘social language’. This is because the language of Rolls Camel was a pure primitive language, an unwritten phrase for art, and a complex yet intuitive puzzle.

You have to worry about how other people will evaluate you before you speak.

Really, it couldn’t have been a very difficult task.

“If you are having a hard time making a decision right away, please read this document first.”

“Ah, ah! Yes yes yes!”

“Haha, then I’ll just leave. I will visit again next time.”

“Yes, yes… .”

Rolls Camel read the document given by the man who was his sponsor’s agent once and threw it in the trash.

And then I quietly lay down on the sofa and looked at the patterns of the world.

The pattern of the wood that makes up the table, the pattern of dust reflected in the sunlight, the pattern of mana swaying from a broken magic tool. Seeing things like that made me feel a little at ease.

But there was something else that made me feel most at ease.

“Ha… . I want to play with my kids… .”

children. Among them, pure girls.

Rolls Camel loved those girls. Not in a sexual sense.

In a more spiritual sense, she felt a deep sense of comfort and relief only when talking to the girls.

Maybe it was because Rolls Camel’s linguistic sense was similar to children’s free linguistic sense.

If necessary, they make up new words at will, tell random stories all day long, prioritize their own emotions over other people’s perspectives, and react honestly to all of these things by simply being happy or disliking them.

Children were truly the epitome of extreme innocence. Rolls Camel thought so.

“Ugh… .”

I wanted to play with the kids, but I had to be careful.

This is because adults judge the world through their own narrow-minded perspectives and make extremely blasphemous evaluations and assumptions.

There were many unholy people who treated her like a pervert for playing with children.

It was a terrible thing. Even these days, people have been talking arbitrarily about the great writer of ‘Homer’, saying that he was a half-blood of Haren and a hidden royal family.

People had the foolish belief that great writing talent could only come from great lineage.

“I miss the author Homer… .”

In that respect, Homer was looking at the world with a clearer perspective.

You can tell by looking at the work—I didn’t mean to say this.

Rather, it was a matter of attitude and reaction. The writer Homer did not have any of the preconceptions or prejudices commonly held by people of this era.

He entrusted co-writing to a stutterer, laughed cheerfully at her praising the girl’s innocence, and did not reveal any aristocratic arrogance or artistic pride.

He was a strangely rational person.

Therefore, it looked rather pure.

Pure and great intelligence.

That was Homer through Rolls Camel’s eyes.

“I wish I could become a great writer like Homer… .”

Rolls Camel was blankly looking at the patterns of the world.

Suddenly I got up and headed to my room.

I was thinking of writing. To become a great writer, you had to first become a writer.

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“Boss.”

“Yes! Author!”

“I’ve been hearing strange rumors from the empire lately, so I’d like to ask you to officially clarify your position. All the rumors about the ‘Royal Family of Haren Kingdom’ that are currently circulating in the empire are baseless rumors.”

“I understand!”

It may not be a bad thing from a marketing perspective, but there was no need to let rumors that could become a problem arise.

These rumors had to be suppressed early on.

So, I tried to suppress the rumors in advance through the publisher.

[Haren Royal Family Spokesperson, The tradition and cultural spirit of the Haren Kingdom lives in the works of the author of ‘Homer’. We remain silent about the theory of the royal family of Homer.]

… One step late.