Chapter Index

    People tend not to notice when something is added to their daily lives, but when it disappears, they feel the void keenly.

    For example, if a web novel writer who used to publish daily posts uploads their work every day, it may be like that, but if they suddenly change it to five days a week, I get really upset.

    The people of this world were feeling the same way right now.

    “Mark Hughes He was a real soldier.”

    “That’s right. His end was perfect, both as a leader and as a soldier.”

    “It’s raining again.”

    Men wiping their eyes with their hands despite the clear sky.

    People passing by made subtle expressions at the sight, but they themselves paid no attention and were completely absorbed in their own world.

    “Scar is such a pitiful guy. He’s been destroyed by artificial humans his whole life, and even his anger has been controlled by them. ”

    “Wait, I can’t agree with that. That guy created innocent victims.”

    “What? You kid don’t have any empathy. You’re like Kimbali!”

    “Me and this kid!! It’s a duel!”

    Recently, there has been a sharp increase in the number of people arguing while discussing the content of .

    Because they had different sensitivities, they threw their fists at each other to push through their own beliefs.

    Considering that even ancient Greek philosophers debated with each other and when they couldn’t communicate, they eventually settled their differences with their fists, this was a solution steeped in history and tradition.

    However, the number of such people has increased significantly. The temporary prison of the Imperial Guard was filled with people who fought with comic books, causing a headache.

    Moreover, those who were caught fighting continued to fight even after being caught, so I had no idea how to resolve the issue.

    “Next… The next volume will definitely be the era of Alex Eldrick!”

    “That nonsense guy, every time he comes out, his armor breaks, what else does he have? This time, the Flame Alchemist will definitely awaken and beat up those androids!”

    “That’s not the point!! Why did Lieutenant Eagleeye only appear in one scene in Volume 3!!! Does that make sense?”

    In fact, this kind of chaos happens every time a new volume is released, but the reason it’s so extreme this time is largely because of the delay in the release of Volume 5, which was written at the end of the work.

    Even though we used to argue, when the release date of a new work approaches, everyone gets excited and counts the days until the release, which has become the joy of our lives.

    ‘Hey, is the release date for the new book set?’

    ‘I cannot tell you the release date because the author is not in good health.’

    If the end was in sight, there would be some hope, but readers from another world who have fallen into the bottomless hell of an indefinite postponement with no end in sight are eventually starting to go crazy.

    ‘I figured out a good way!’

    ‘What?!’

    ‘Just wait one day and you can see the next volume!!!’

    The whites of the man’s eyes flashed as he spoke.

    A hammer in his hand.

    ‘Bash my head in with this.’

    ‘what?’

    ‘If I erase my memories before today ends, it will feel like a new work will come out in one day!’

    ‘What’s a thousand?’

    ‘Let’s go!!!’

    It’s a way to lose something more precious than memories before the new release, though.

    They were becoming increasingly irrational, because their dopamine-addled brains were craving more dopamine.

    Sometimes, free people read books about knights or history that originally existed in another world, but for some reason, they were too bland.

    “Next volume!!! This is an equivalent exchange, author!!! I’ll give you my memories, so give me the next volume!”

    Today was another ordinary day, and somewhere in the empire, someone fell down with a loud crash.

    ***

    “From here to here, I will purchase 2 of each of these items.”

    A suspicious man walking into the Somerset Goods store wearing a thick robe.

    However, since there were quite a few people who visited the goods store and came while hiding their identities, it wasn’t uncommon, so I didn’t pay much attention to it.

    When the man ordered a large quantity of goods, people around him started to pay attention.

    -Are you crazy? It would cost a lot to buy all of those.

    -Not only the price, but I also chose a limited edition figure that can only be purchased with that person’s platinum plate?

    -You seem to be a ignorant fool. A platinum badge is really hard to obtain.

    The guests’ voices are roaring.

    Their judgment was sharp.

    Sometimes, people come to the Somerset Goods store to look around because they hear it’s trendy, and end up choosing things without thinking, only to be embarrassed.

    First of all, the price was very expensive.

    The price of the special figures, each one handcrafted by a craftsman, was in units of gold, so even nobles had a hard time purchasing them without thinking.

    Above all, to purchase such precious items, customers had to have at least a gold badge, and some items could only be purchased by customers with a platinum badge.

    There were countless people who said they would buy something without knowing what it was and then turned away in embarrassment.

    “Customer, I’m sorry, but these items can only be purchased by customers with a Platinum Platinum or higher level. Could you please show me your Platinum Platinum?”

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    A man takes out a brightly shining card from his pocket and shows it to a clerk who asks him carefully.

    “Ouch! It’s real!!!”

    “A real platinum plate… This is my first time seeing it in person!”

    “What a great man. They say that to receive the platinum medal, even a nobleman must take out at least one pillar of the family.”

    The store becomes noisy again when the man takes out the platinum medal.

    However, the man, who was still looking at the items with a calm attitude as if he didn’t care about the reactions of those around him, quietly asked the clerk who was packing the items he had ordered.

    “Are the costumes on this figure removable?”

    “Yes? That… That’s fine with me too… .”

    Was it because it was an unexpected question?

    The clerk was flustered and couldn’t answer properly. However, the man seemed dissatisfied with the clerk’s answer and began to look around the figure again.

    “That’s too bad. The Windy in my memory had a thinner thigh area. The expression wasn’t delicate enough.”

    In addition, this costume is from Volume 3, but the historical accuracy is wrong, and the sleeve ends should be folded three times, not twice.

    A man who tells stories without hesitation about how just hearing something can destroy some of his brain cells.

    The female clerk had already taken a step back from him.

    But the reactions of the guests around were a little different.

    -What’s up with that guy? He’s pretty good.

    -So, you know that part, that’s impossible for anyone but our Iron Blood Guild.

    -Admit it. That guy is real.

    It was rare for someone to come to a merchandise store without being a huge fan of the original work.

    Sometimes, people who have a lot of money buy things out of ignorance without even knowing their value.

    From the perspective of those who consider themselves true fans, they are close to being arch-enemies.

    But that man knew just as much, if not more, detail than they did. In fact, he would exclaim in admiration whenever he caught something they had missed.

    Of course, it was a bit concerning that most of the figures he bought were female characters, but isn’t that just a matter of personal taste?

    If I could only buy one, I would choose a female character.

    “That’s about it.”

    When the man finally swept away the figures in an area and spoke with satisfaction, everyone thought it was over.

    But he turned around and headed towards the place where the goods were.

    “Please pack all of these from here to here.”

    His shopping was just beginning.

    ***

    “Meet His Highness the Crown Prince, the future of the Empire!”

    In front of the main gate of Somerset Manor.

    There are also soldiers who were recently appointed as soldiers and just started their service.

    Somerset’s servants, of course, from the head of the household to Rupert.

    Everyone was on the floor, kneeling on one knee, bowing extremely politely to one person.

    “Get up. It’s rude of me to visit you so suddenly.”

    “No, Your Highness. It is an honor to our family that you have personally taken me to this place.”

    Rupert had become accustomed to handling guests who had recently visited the mansion, but this time, the head of the household, Earl Bradley, had no choice but to come out in person.

    “Dad!! This guy saved Ada!!”

    Ada, who was in the arms of the Crown Prince, waved with a bright smile at Count Bradley.

    However, unlike Ada, who was smiling brightly, the people in the mansion, including the count, became thoughtful.

    First of all, the fact that the crown prince’s right arm was missing was a shocking incident.

    Why on earth is Ada hugging the Crown Prince’s remaining left arm?

    And, sir, that is a disrespectful remark, a hundred million light years removed from the title that would be given to the crown prince of the empire.

    If the Crown Prince was in a bad mood, it was a remark that he would have nothing to say even if he was arrested for insulting the Imperial Family.

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    “Our little lady would have pinched my cheek if I had a right arm.”

    “Blindfold! Sir!”

    The crown prince looks at Ada as if he finds her cute, as if he is not in a bad mood at all, and Ada looks comfortable with her head buried in her hands.

    To some, it would seem that the Crown Prince and Ada are close siblings, rather than Rupert.

    “Rupert.”

    The crown prince, who had been playing with Ada for a while, put her down on the floor and finally tried to tell her why he had come.

    “Yes, Your Majesty.”

    “You’ve worked hard. Now you can rest easy.”

    The Crown Prince approached Rupert, who was on one knee and bowing his head, patting his shoulder and speaking to him in an affectionate voice.

    At first glance, it looked like a scene from a novel about a lord and a knight.

    But Rupert had only one thought in his head.

    ‘What the heck is going on!’

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