episode_0070

Let’s go back in time a bit, before Stella entered the classroom.

“Estee, would it be okay if I took the class in a different location today?”

“… … ?”

Shepor suddenly declared that he would attend classes in a different seat.

It was a surprising thing. She had refused the bliss of having Esti sit on her lap. That Vernon daughter.

But she had her reasons.

The reason is for Estee.

‘Let’s show this to others and try to convince Prince Louis!’

The parchment she held tightly in her arms.

She intended to show the novel she had written in one stroke, staying up all night, to her acquaintances.

The novel is about Esti, Louis, and Ferrado.

Although the names and other things were changed, the most important content related to homosexuality was almost exactly the same.

So let’s show it to others and hear their honest opinions.

If other people besides Irene are averse to homosexuality, let’s try to convince Prince Louis.

They say that homosexuality is something that should not be done.

With that in mind, after the lecture was over.

Her novel made its debut.

-Palac.

“Shepor? That?”

“Actually, I’m bored so I’m trying to write a novel.”

“Oh my, really! You are so cultured!”

“But I’m a bit… a bit put off by the recent developments. Could you please read it and tell me what you think?”

“Of course! If it helps Shepor!”

As I took out the bundle of parchment, all eyes gathered.

The connections that Schepfer has made at the academy are all full of praise.

My thoughts inside were a little different, though.

‘Eww. You’re really acting like a noble.’

‘I don’t think it’ll be fun, either.’

In this empire, most novels are difficult books that talk about philosophy or something like that.

It was something that the common cadets could not help but be reluctant about.

One, Shepor. A fool who is far from doing something smart like reading.

What she wrote as a novel was quite different.

-Palac.

“Then where… um?”

Hard to read sentences filled with a lot of modifiers?

A philosophy that discusses humans, gods, and destiny?

There was no such thing.

Short, easy-to-read sentences that are easy to read at a glance.

An emotional description mixed with the sensibilities unique to women in their 20s.

Not a philosophy or anything, just a romance between people.

Finally, a compelling story.

Everyone was absorbed.

“That poor princess, what should I do… .”

The object of their immersion is the main character of the work, a princess of a kingdom.

A pitiful woman who has a crush on a prince, but he doesn’t see her as a woman.

Still, he had a single-minded desire to connect with Confucius.

It was a character that sensitive women could easily relate to.

… but at this point it wasn’t that fun.

A girl in love and a boy who doesn’t accept it?

It’s a pity, but I’m not sure if it’s fun.

Their perception changed after the introduction of one character.

[I love you, Princess!]

“Oh my… ?”

A prince of a country of lower status than the protagonist’s kingdom, but still decent enough.

The prince appears and confesses to the princess?

And what’s more, the prince, who I thought wasn’t interested in the princess, even started fighting with her?

Everyone held their breath at the interesting development.

… the breath I had been holding back soon burst out in shock.

[Take my first experience, Prince!]

“… … … !!!!!?”

It seemed like they were just competing with each other over a woman, but gradually a suspicious friendship began to sprout between them.

Before I knew it, the prince’s gaze had become more gentle…

Which night has a beautiful sky? A confession?

No, why aren’t you accepting the princess’s feelings? I was thinking that the prince doesn’t like you.

Was that because he was actually gay?

The shocking twist left me speechless.

What was more shocking was what happened afterwards.

[… Let’s keep this blood-stained cloth as a token of our love.]

‘You really did it!!?’

The prince, who did not only accept the feminine confession, but also had sex with her on the first night.

Confucius happily accepted the bloody cloth while rubbing his cold waist.

In the meantime, the princess is alone and bashfully thinking of Confucius, unaware of anything.

… It was a development that could have easily been unpleasant.

I thought it was a love story, but then the story suddenly changed its frame.

From a pure love story to a NTR BL story. From a story about the intrusion of a golden sun.

But Shepor solved the uncanny valley by using all his artistic talents.

‘Oh my goodness. Are guys like that and stuff…?’

‘Hugging me from behind with your strong arms… Oh my, oh my, oh my!?’

‘Just imagining it makes my heart race…!!’

Shepor succeeds in writing the expression of affection between men in a very sweet and romantic way.

If men saw this, they would say, ‘No, what kind of man is this?’

It’s a perfect fit for women.

It was Shepor who pioneered the so-called BL genre, which real homosexuals hate but women love.

Everyone read the novel as if they were possessed.

The book ends with a shocking scene where the princess’s knight accidentally witnesses a handkerchief containing evidence of the couple’s first experience.

-Flack… stammering.

“Hey, is this the end…? Is there more!!?”

“… … ? Yes, yes.”

“Oh no, the princess is going to find out about your relationship!! It’s going to get really fun from here!!!”

‘Why is the response so good? Even I couldn’t write it.’

Shepor was just dumbfounded.

There is a certain level of awareness that it is not the so-called ‘good writing’ that is commonly used among the aristocracy.

Hmm. That’s neat.

“When will the next volume come out?!!”

“Huh? Well… I use it as a hobby.”

“What do you mean, a hobby with this kind of talent!!”

“My father runs a bookstore. He has contracts with famous bookstores. I’ll ask him to publish this book!! I’m sure it’ll sell really well!!”

“Huh!? Okay, wait a minute. Um, I wasn’t thinking about that.”

“Good idea! Go ahead, Shepor! No, the God of Writing!!”

“Gyaaaat!!?”

-Whoosh.

That was about it.

* * *

From then on, things were smooth sailing.

A bookstore owner who willingly accepts his beloved daughter’s request.

Under the hands of scribes, Shepor’s creations were put down on paper.

Since the work came in May, which was the peak off-season, it was done quickly thanks to the mobilization of all available manpower.

So the number of books completed is a whopping 10.

Their explanation was that they had some left over after sharing them with their acquaintances, and they decided to sell the rest at the bookstore.

Shepor was frustrated.

‘Is homosexuality really that common? Why isn’t there a single person who feels uncomfortable with it!?’

This isn’t a novel. It’s just an essay with a different name.

Oh my, you liked it so much that you even made a book about it?

Then what will become of the princess and Estee?

It’s a tragedy.

My head is spinning with these thoughts.

It was so cool that I wanted to get some fresh night air.

‘Sigh, I guess I should go for a walk.’

So, Shepor decided to do so.

She loitered around outside the mansion for a long time, worrying.

… During that gap, the final tragedy unfolded.

“Shepor~ Hmm?”

-Flap flap.

“… … ?”

Esty, who came to borrow linen cloth.

She picked up the book as soon as she saw the words ‘Author: Shepor’.

What the heck, he’s writing a novel? I thought.

Her reading continued until Shepor came in from his walk.

-Squeak.

“… Hey, Estee!!!?”

“Shepor.”

Shepor returned just as he was finishing reading.

Esti’s red eyes stared at her.

My heart sank.

‘Why is Estee-sama in my room… no, did you read that…!?

Did you notice!!?’

I wonder if he realized it after reading that.

It’s also true that his love hasn’t come true in a while.

Ferrado also treated Louis like a woman.

The distance between the two men is also quite close these days.

——Because Louis was gay.

‘How can I appease you…?’

“Do you use something like this…?”

“Ugh.”

… fortunately it wasn’t.

Because Shepor had changed the settings here and there to avoid being caught, Esti had no idea that this was her story.

But at the same time.

Unfortunately, Estee reacted differently than my acquaintances.

‘I’d like to just let it go, but… Could you give me some advice?’

“… Guys don’t usually do this kind of thing?”

Estee. Former male.

Although my memories of living as a man have already become hazy, the feelings I get from watching BL are the same as those of a man.

I will respect your taste, but…

What? Men feed each other? Hold each other’s hands while walking?

What kind of men in the world are like this? Is this plausible?

This won’t work. I should leave a comment for this aspiring writer.

The admonition continued with this thought in mind.

I did this without knowing how cruel it was to the writer.

“I understand if you want to write something like this, but… Listen? Men don’t link arms with each other, right?”

“Ah, oh… ?”

Estee’s emotional attack! The effect was amazing!

Shepor’s shame has reached its limit!

“That, that. There. That’s it.”

“This guy Confucius, if you look at the things he does, he’s on Louis’ level. Most men aren’t like this.”

I just hope that Shepor’s novel does well.

What kind of man would do this? It wouldn’t be a female genius like Louis.

In the midst of all that shame, my heart suddenly collapsed.

‘Of course, it’s Prince Louis!!’

“Yes, yes… .”

‘… Did I speak too harshly?’

“Yeah. Just fix that. The rest is super well written!! I don’t really like this kind of stuff, but girls would love it?”

“… … .”

-dump.

The torture called compliments that came one after another.

Shepor, his face ashen, fell to his knees.

It was an appearance enough to arouse remorse.

“Yeah, really… Ahem, ahem. Anyway, can I have some linen cloth?”

“… Here you go.”

“Thank you! You said there’s no other place but Shepor, right? Okay, I’ll hug you tight!!”

“… … Huh, huh.”

Estee’s special move is to hug me tightly while rubbing my soft cheeks.

My heart, which was almost crushed by shame and despair, has regained some of its former strength.

‘You’re still less beastly than usual… Did I do something wrong?’

“And… Great writer, I enjoyed it, meow♡”

Then he started meowing in my ear.

The bestial breath has evolved into the beast itself.

“Ughhh…!!! Ber, nooong… …!!!”

‘… Is it done now? Yeah. I think it’s done.’

“Then I’ll go now!”

Shepor. Full resurrection.

Esti quickly ran away after seeing that sight.

I quickly left because I was afraid that if I brought it up any further, I would be discouraged as a new writer.

Shepor could only sigh alone, watching the small back moving away.

“Ughh …

‘How can men be with such a soft, gentle and cute Esti? I really don’t understand!!’

It was a strange thought for someone who had written a book that would turn the literary world of the empire upside down.

* * *

The next morning.

“Sister~!! Do you know that? There’s this kid named Louis who likes guys!!”

“What.”

Shepor’s terrible delusion was transmitted to Stië.