How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World chapter 193

Chapter 193

I waited for Cherry to stop crying. If so much resentment had accumulated, tears flowed down, as if a faucet had broken, and dripped down on his chin.

Still, he is smiling as if he thought he had been recognized. It is a completely different look than before, when there was no life at all.

“Are you all crying?”

“Hey… you…”

I haven’t cried less yet. As I wiped away my tears, I smiled weakly at the shrieking cherry.

I was wiping away the tears and wiping them again, but there was no sign of stopping them.

As Adelia was rummaging through her pockets wondering if she should give me a handkerchief, Cherry asked me in a weeping voice.

“Really… huh! Was it really… fun?”

“Yeah. It was really fun. Returning from the future to the past, clearing the tragedy you’ve been through, and cultivating a better future. How did you come up with this idea?”

As mentioned earlier, regression is one of the most common clichés in a previous life. It’s a setting that writers love because it’s a cliché that comes out every now and then and there’s a lot of demand for it.

But in this world there is no cliché of regression. Anyone would like to go back to the past and correct their mistakes, but I never thought of writing a novel based on it.

After hearing my question, Cherry rubbed her eyes a few times and lowered her hands. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and the back of her nose was as red as a strawberry.

Still, a little bit of vitality returned to her rotten eyes, as if she had vomited out all the bad feelings she had stored inside. The reddish-brown eyes seemed to have become more vivid.

“Sigh… Because of writer Xenon…”

“I am?”

“Yeah… Hibyu! There’s a saying that I’m back from the future…”

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Every time I said something, I was hesitating in the middle of my stomach. When I heard her answer, I put on a surprised expression on my face.

The world considered me a prophet or a regressor because of some truths that arose after the World Tree Root Pollution. After that, it was on the verge of being honored as a saint due to Luminus-sama’s speech mistake.

Ordinary people made all kinds of assumptions and assumptions when they heard the story, but did not use it as a material like cherry. I don’t know if this should be called a change of thinking.

“That’s right. That’s great.”

“Hey… go, thank you…”

“Well…”

I looked at Cherry, who gave thanks with my head bowed, and then moved my gaze to the manuscript. To be honest, if she publishes her book like this, it will be a huge hit.

In particular, unlike Xenon’s biography, which is read regardless of gender, women will read Cherry’s book, Red Sunset, once again. Unlike Zeno’s biography, the red sunset was once again a regression.

In general, regressors have no choice but to focus on the regressor due to their characteristics, and the flow of the story revolves around the regressor. Of course, the focus is on the female protagonist.

‘Still, the demand is clear, so it will sell well. It’s my first regression, so I’ll be interested.’

Since ancient times, romance novels have been one of the genres that have sold well even before the release of Xenon’s biography. Even if the context is terribly difficult, if you can only understand the story, the demand group is clear.

Perhaps it will be very popular with noble women. What men… I don’t know. Because men in this world have stereotypes that fit the times.

Adventures that are full of dreams and hopes (?) like Zeno’s biography are fun to read, but romances that are close to politics may feel boring.

Of course, it will attract some interest because of its regression characteristics, but that’s it. Instead, they’ll pretend they read it in order to join the conversation of a noble woman. Fashion is a sensitive area among nobles.

I looked at the manuscript paper that had been damaged and had barely been restored, then lifted my head and looked at Cherry.

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Even though the pink eyes have returned to life, their shoulders are still droopy and depressed.

Looking at the reaction when he mentioned the family and the shoe marks clearly printed on the manuscript, I was able to get a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

“Cherry Student.”

“…cherry.”

“yes?”

“Call me Cherry… please…”

I ask with a characteristic gloomy voice to see if my praise has given you courage. When I heard this, I immediately had a confused expression on my face, but then nodded my head.

I also prefer to talk to each other. She seems to have already convinced me that I’m Xenon, and I don’t need to be formal in my personal space.

“Okay. Cherry.”

“Yeah…”

“Do you want to publish this as a book?”

Cherry frowned at my straightforward question, then nodded slowly.

“But the family refused. Right?”

“…Yeah.”

Cherry started shaking again when I mentioned the family. If the trauma is so severe, how do you react to that extent?

I would like to avoid mentioning it as much as possible, but this manuscript is closely related to her family. Even if they secretly publish a book, you might notice.

“How many people have read this manuscript properly?”

“…do not have.”

“What?”

Cherry opened her mouth with a trembling voice.

“There is nothing but the writer…”

“I’m the only one? You can show it to close friends even if you’re not a parent.”

“… …”

When I asked my question, Cherry held the school uniform skirt tightly with both hands, but didn’t answer.

I saw it and could guess. That the Roseberry family obviously came out with coercion.

In the worst case, someone who read Cherry’s novel could have been caught and dragged on by a nonsensical excuse. As I mentioned earlier, this is a world where classes are clearly separated.

The people around me are all human beings, but for aristocrats, human rights are at a level that is not well known.

“…well.”

“yes?”

“If other people read my writing… I kicked them all out… and even prevented them from writing…”

What kind of crest do you have? When I heard the answer that Cherry had struggled with, I was more stunned than embarrassed.

It’s such a messed up family, so the kid is broken like this. Not committing suicide is an acceptable level.

When a person has a firm dream, he tends to have bright beliefs and hopes in his heart. Even if there are trials in the middle, if there is a small spark left, do not give in and move forward.

But the Roseberry family lightly trampled even that flame. Just like the footprints on the manuscript.

‘I was really lucky to be born.’

If I had come from the Roseberry family, Xenon’s biography might not have been born. I express my gratitude once again to the gods who made me born into the Michelle family.

When I saw Cherry’s eyes that were starting to lose their light again, I decided that I had to do something.

If time goes by like this, it is certain that she will kill herself sooner or later. Perhaps it was out of desperation that I recklessly pulled my hair out.

If even me had denied it, there was a strong possibility that I would not have seen her anymore. Even now, it’s in peril right now, but it’s actually fortunate that I met you.

“…cherry.”

“Yeah…”

“No one has seen this manuscript, right?”

When I asked the confirmation car, Cherry nodded her head up and down. That means that the author, Cherry’s parents, tore her novel to pieces without even reading it before trampling on it.

Those who can’t support their children’s dreams, but destroy them, have no qualifications as parents. At least, it is certain that he is something that should not be called a parent.

I carefully put the manuscript down on the table, leaned my upper body forward, and asked Cherry.

“How would you like me to help?”

“… …”

“If you want, I can secretly hand over the manuscript to the publisher. Instead, I’ll rewrite it instead of ruining it like this. Did the academy also have a supervisor?”

Dory- Dory-

Cherry shook her head from side to side. Fortunately, it seems that the academy did not hire any personnel.

Maybe he decided that he wouldn’t be thinking in vain because he had broken his hopes to a state of being unable to recover. Either way, the garbage remains the same.

“Then, would you like to rewrite it and show it to me? Actually, the writing itself is good, but I feel that the development is too fast. If you could explain more clearly what this world is like, and furthermore, tell me more about what the main character has been through in the past. The whole incident is good, but I think what happened between people is important.”

“… …”

As I gave her some advice, there was a change in Cherry’s expression. The melancholy atmosphere disappeared, and curiosity and vitality took its place.

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Even having someone give advice based on her novel must be a fresh experience for her. I was like her too, so I was a little bit of her but excited about her.

It’s like having a partner or disciple. If the original hobbies are the same, there are also elements of empathy, so naturally, there is no choice but to get closer.

“And here’s the thing you should be most careful about. The future the protagonist has experienced and the future she’s going through won’t be exactly the same. The actions the protagonist has done to prepare for the future may have a rather hastenable result. Otherwise, the result is completely different. or meet.”

“Ah… I think I know what it is.”

“right?”

As the conversation progressed, a light of hope began to sprout in Cherry’s eyes.

The darkened eyes twinkle in pink, and the gloomy atmosphere fades slightly. The appearance of returning to a ‘human’ rather than a ‘doll’.

I think you can see how cruel the Roseberry family is to trample on a person with such a beautiful light so mercilessly.

“cherry.”

“…Yeah.”

“As I said before, if you need help, just tell me. I don’t know how much help I can give, but I can help as much as I can.”

“… …”

After hearing those words, Cherry looked at me with a blank expression on his face, then trembled his lips and raised the corners of his lips. A smile that is sure to be seen by anyone.

But soon, water gradually filled his eyes, and tears began to flow down his cheeks once again. The corners of the mouth are raised, but water flows down the eyes.

Crying and smiling isn’t a very good look, but it represents her feelings, so I watched her quietly.

“thank you…”

“Yes. If you have any difficulties in the future, please tell me. Don’t cry. It will ruin your pretty face.”

“Hib…”

After hearing my words, Cherry quickly wiped away her tears, but there was no sign of it stopping. It seems that there was still a cry that had been lodged inside.

I checked the watch while she was weeping. I wasted a lot of time reading the manuscript, so it’s already 5 o’clock.

Now, the time to meet your acquaintances is slowly approaching. But she couldn’t leave Cherry as it is, so she sat quietly.

“It looks like there’s a lot of stuff piled up inside.”

“…I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.”

“No. No. It’s okay. It’s not bad to cry out loud sometimes. Cherry will go home right away, right?”

“Je, who is the author of Xenon?”

Cherry did not answer my question and asked the reverse question. I think I’ll have to change the name first.

“From now on, don’t call me Xenon-sama, but call me Isaac. And I also have an appointment, so I have to go somewhere else.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah. Promise. I have to meet my acquaintances. I have a girlfriend.”

“girl friend…”

what. what else this time

As soon as I said that I should meet my girlfriend, Cherry’s eyes turned black. It must have come back to life just before, but it goes dark again as if her switch had been turned off.

When she saw this and was slightly perplexed, Cherry pursed her lips and asked in a quiet voice.

“…is it?”

“yes?”

“Like in the newspaper… the future promised…”

“Uh… yes. They even got engaged.”

“That’s right…”

The characteristic gloomy atmosphere returned again. I felt uncomfortable, so I cautiously got up from my seat.

“I’ll do the calculations, so Cherry goes back to the dorm. I’ve been skipping class, so I’ll be very busy from next week.”

“…Yeah.”

“Then come to the lab whenever you have a difficult task.

“me too…”

“yes?”

What do you want to say? Cherry hesitated while talking.

Then, he bowed his head down and muttered a small mumble as big as an ant passing by.

“No. Nothing…”

“cherry?”

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Even if I asked that question, Cherry’s answer was the same.

“…anything.”

*****

Isaac was the first to leave for an appointment. However, Cherry remained dormant in his private room even after he left.

An employee, who noticed something strange in the middle, knocked in and came in, but the atmosphere was too serious, so he went back. The employee thought it was just that Cherry had confessed to Isaac, but the truth was slightly different.

‘I admitted it…’

She was rejoicing inside. After reading her own manuscript, the little boy asked when the next book was coming out, and even gave the best compliment that it was really fun.

When I heard that compliment, I felt a joy as if I was flying into the sky because all the lumps that had stayed inside could not be resolved.

In the family, the dreams and hopes that were torn apart beyond being trampled on were recognized as interesting for Zenon (Isaac), who is praised as the best writer today.

How can I describe this feeling? If he hadn’t met him or had not been recognized, he would have hung himself in the dormitory.

It was the first time in my life that I felt so alive. It’s even more real thanks to Isaac, who fell into the pit of despair once and brought him up.

‘Still, my parents…’

will never admit it These are the people who tell me to read another philosophy book or another book when I’m going to use this kind of garbage.

People who are jealous when their philosophical books don’t get attention because of Zeno’s biography. I could see vividly how ‘jealousy’ makes people ugly.

But Isaac is different. Beyond admitting it, he gave me various advice and suggested my own path forward. She treated her as a person, not a doll, and sprinkled sweet water on the growing dream tree.

Just like eating a sweet candy while eating a food that only tasted bitter, this sweet feeling that lingers in her chest gave her vitality.

However, it is not enough. Even if the sweetness lingers in your mouth, candy is not enough to fill your stomach.

‘More… more…’

I want to be interested I want to be recognized I want to be praised. I want to be loved.

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Each and every word of his was sweet like candy and gave him new stimulation and pleasure. He had never felt this way in his life.

Cherry stared silently at the place Isaac had left. The place where he left to meet with his acquaintances and his fiancée.

Is there any way to tie him up in that place? That way he could talk a little bit longer and see each other a little longer.

ugh-

She cautiously got up from her seat and walked slowly to the other side. She then gently wiped the seat where Isaac had been sitting with her hand.

The warm warmth remains because you have just left. Cherry savored the warmth of her hand and brought it to her face.

“Sup… haha…”

As soon as you close your eyes and smell it, it feels like something is filling your chest. For her, who had kept her hair and even her hair, this act was like inhaling her drugs.

The mental state, which had been harshly oppressed by the family, created a synergy, and changes occurred in the body.

Her chest was pounding like it was going to explode from the wild excitement, and her stomach was pounding as if she had been electrocuted. Even the sensation of getting wet with the stimulation.

Cherry opened her closed eyes and looked down. Isaac’s scent still lingers on that leather.

gulp-

At this, she swallowed her saliva. Hot flames flashed in her pinkish eyes.

At that moment, no one comes to the private room. Even if someone comes in, they will knock on you, so you won’t have to worry about being caught.

How much time has passed since then?

“Goodbye!”

“… …”

Cherry came out of the private room after a long time had passed.

Her face was subtly red and her school uniform was also in a state of disarray, but the employee didn’t notice it at all.

However, when I entered the private room to clean up, I noticed something strange.

“…what does this smell like?”

The private room was filled with the scent of beech flowers.