How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World chapter 334

How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World 334

Chapter 334

The conversation with Elena must have ended, all that remains is the class schedule. As you can see, Elena’s classes are very numerous.

First of all, it is basic to enter the entire department of literature in the first year, and the second year includes not only literature but also martial arts.

The only thing I do in class is discuss with Elena’s assistant or students, but that alone is mentally exhausting.

Because, like I said, there were not one class, but several. In other words, every time I go to class, I have to be asked all kinds of questions.

Moreover, since his identity has been revealed, it is only natural that the severity of the situation will get worse. So, I prepared myself for that and went to class.

“Before asking a question, points will be deducted as soon as you bring up a personal story. During lectures, only ask questions related to the lecture.”

“””ah······”””

However, Elena blocked it in advance. Most of the students were saddened by her resolute warning.

It was a teaching position that I expected to be more difficult than before, but for giving such consideration to me, I can’t help but feel grateful.

As she nodded her head in gratitude for this, Elena responded with a bright smile. After seeing her raise her glasses, it looks like she’s going to class in earnest.

Ah. For reference, Adelia was standing next to me, and Kate was standing by the door. A location where you can react immediately if something happens.

Thanks to this, I was able to go to class with peace of mind.

“History is always interpreted from various perspectives. Some people are recorded as heroes and others as relentless slayers. A typical example is Jace Miracha during the Tribal War. Although it is recorded, humans revere him as a hero. Therefore, if we look at history itself, it is objective, but sometimes subjectively…”

The class itself went smoothly because Elena had already spoken to her. Occasionally, there were students who looked at me openly, but I ignored them all.

There must be a lot of things I want to tell you, but deducting points for that is too much bleeding.

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Even among students, Elena is one of the best in giving grades, and even the exam is an absolute evaluation, not a relative evaluation, so it is a lecture that is actually distributed.

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Even so, the students are showing patience as it would be a painful mistake if they received a deduction.

‘······· Except for one person.’

I made eye contact with a student who had been staring at me since before. Her eyes were still gloomy, but her pink eyes were too intense.

It was cherry, as everyone expected. Instead of concentrating on her class, she is wasting her time, staring at me.

In the meantime, the pink hair is longer than before, and the expression seems to have brightened.

······The dark eyes are the problem. Also, perhaps because of the aura, the students are sitting with a slight distance from each other.

If she looks like a cherry, she would be popular among her classmates, but the atmosphere eats it all up.

‘By the way······’

If it’s not my misunderstanding, I think my chest is bigger than when I saw it before. This isn’t because I’m a pervert, it’s because I’ve grown noticeably.

Originally, it was a school uniform that cried out to save her life like Cecily, but now it is even worse than that.

It was so tight that the button was about to come off. If we were to personify school uniforms, wouldn’t we be able to make only a ‘chuck-chuck-‘ sound.

She cares about clothes, but looking at her school uniform that way, she seems to be growing rapidly. It can be seen as very desirable.

“Hmm. Hmm.”

“·······”

Perhaps he noticed my gaze, Adelaide next to me coughed in vain to focus. Only then did she come to her senses and concentrate on her lecture again.

However, even if I focused on the lecture, I couldn’t help but worry about Cherry. I don’t mind sitting in the front seat and watching me.

The problem is that the students sitting next to her are strangely far apart.

As my sister and sister mentioned, Cherry is very beautiful and has a great body. Not to mention the background.

However, no one is paying attention and rather annoying, so I’m worried about what’s going on with the friendship.

There is a downside to being gloomy, but Cherry is a woman full of charm enough to bury it all.

‘Did anything happen while I was away?’

Anyway, I’m going to meet up with Cherry later, so you can think about it slowly. He had to receive manuscripts that he had not received before and send them to the publisher.

How many manuscripts are there even if only one volume has been published and not even two volumes have been published? slightly looking forward to it

Of course, don’t expect too much. Because I don’t know the speed of Cherry’s writing yet. Still, he was told that he had written both manuscripts.

It’s because I’m busy so I can’t send it. I made plans slowly, assisting Elena’s lecture.

“Professor. May I ask a question?”

“Yes. Obviously the name is…”

“My name is Hasir Kelic.”

“Yes. Hasir student. Please tell me.”

As the class progressed, a student raised his hand and asked a question to Elena. The dark colored walls were impressive with her blonde hair with slightly curly hair.

He glanced at me once as he got up and then spoke out about what he was curious about.

“As you said, history is interpreted in various ways from an objective but subjective point of view. But in other words, doesn’t that mean that records that are different from the original history may remain?”

“Yes. That’s right.”

“Then what do we have to do to dig up such a history, and to know the history that even the person involved was not aware of?”

That’s a pretty sharp question. However, I could immediately realize that it was a remark that sniped at me.

As soon as Hashir asked that question, all kinds of different eyes focused on me. Even Elena was not too burdened to look at me.

It’s impossible to say anything in particular, but Hasir’s question itself is very good. It was a word that fully represented the mindset that one should have as a scholar.

The problem is that I am in this classroom. Elena listened to Hasir’s question and she pondered it, and then she slowly explained.

“It’s a very interesting question. But digging into that history would be risky. History is written by the winners, but that doesn’t erase the losers either. It was done intentionally by the possessor. The newly changed myth of the elves was literally a myth, so there was room for various interpretations, but it did not disappear.”

“For example, what is it?”

“The most representative is the expulsion of the dark elves and the union of forbidden magic.”

Why is hidden history called hidden history? It is a story that should not be known to the world, and it may shake the roots of the tribe beyond the country.

The Dark Elf expulsion incident is a tragedy where the pride of the elves reached the extreme just like the racial war, and union is a magic that was discarded because it was too dangerous.

“But what’s more dangerous than hidden history is twisting the flow of history.”

“You want to change the flow of history?”

“Yeah. That’s what the demon worshipers who ruled the dark world until recently did just that. Even a corrupted cardinal…”

While saying those words, Elena looked at Kate next to the door. Luckily for her, Kate didn’t seem to mind.

“Hmm. Hmm. They have the power to change even history. If you dig a little deeper into history, you will see things that don’t match. Going in, etc. If a student has a cause and is willing to save the world, I won’t stop him… but his life will be quite dangerous.”

“·······”

At Elena’s explanation, the atmosphere quickly became heavy. Even the living witnesses exist, so you will definitely feel it.

Of course, I’ve never been threatened directly by a demon worshiper. But if you put your mind to it, they’ll dig right into it.

Unless the demon worshiper is completely eradicated, I will be in danger for the rest of my life.

“Well, I can give you some advice, isn’t it, student Isaac?”

“I don’t know anything.”

Knowing nothing is a trap, not a trap. It sucks not to believe that.

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Elena let out a weak laugh, perhaps taking my answer as a joke. She doesn’t seem to believe it either.

“Don’t do that, it’ll be just a little bit of advice. I asked for advice, I never asked you to tell me about the future.”

“Whoa…”

I let out a sigh of confusion. Fortunately, I was somewhat expected, so I wasn’t disappointed.

Then, I glanced slowly at the students in the classroom. Most of the students are looking at me with their eyes shining brightly.

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Except for the one person, Cherry, where there is no light at all. Instead, she smiled instead.

‘······ Are scary?’

His eyes are dead, but his mouth is smiling and it feels creepy. Maybe that’s why classmates are avoiding it?

Anyway, I have to say. I scratched my head, feeling a bit embarrassed by the students’ gaze. To be honest, there’s nothing wrong with giving advice.

“As Professor Elena said, looking for hidden history is like walking on an unknown path where nothing is visible. It could be.”

I’m not. Rather than walking on an unknown path, it was like bringing out the imagination that was in my head.

It’s just that it all came together and that’s what it is now. I didn’t even dig into history. It was just based on a richer imagination than others.

“Nevertheless, I will not stop you from walking down the street. As a scholar, doing research is a basic skill. However, once you start to fall in love, it is difficult to get out of it. I hope you understand this clearly.”

Indeed it is. It’s not like I’m swearing at the scholars for nothing, other than saying I’m a pervert.

Most of the people who became scholars committed themselves to the field because they loved it, and they sometimes make travel plans to acquire related knowledge.

it’s the same with me Although Zeno’s biography is a fictional story, it uses the history of this world as a historical document.

By putting various clichés I encountered in my previous life into this, this division was born.

“Actually, there is no such thing as a hidden history. If you become scholars in the future and do research in a specific field, various things will pour out. A scholar is such a profession.”

“Then, how did you uncover the truth, Zenon-sama?”

A student interrupted along the way. But I have no intention of answering.

I can’t do it exactly. I said this at the time when my identity was clearly revealed.

All the stories in Zeno’s biography came out of my head. I mean, all of this is a coincidence.

It seems that the student who asked the question did not believe it. Believe it or not, it was the student’s freedom, but a bitter laugh came out of it.

“This is a difficult question to answer. Would you believe me if I wrote a book out of a story that was in my head?”

“no.”

“Then let’s pass. I’ll tell you this. Thank you.”

Students are perplexed by the sudden declaration of termination. Still, he immediately gave a strong applause and made my ears tingle.

As I received the baptism of applause, I bowed politely. Slowly, you get used to this unfamiliar situation.

“Then I’ll let today’s class end here. Thank you all for your hard work.”

After Elena announces the end of the lecture, the students get up from their seats. I was thinking of going out with Elena, so I stood still.

In the meantime, while making eye contact with each student, he shifted his gaze to Cherry. She doesn’t even think of getting up from her seat and just stares at me.

That gaze somehow became burdensome, so he smiled bitterly, then gently waved his hand. Then came her reaction.

f**k-

As you can see, with a creepy smile. I’m sure he’s smiling, but he doesn’t look like he’s smiling at all.

‘no. Why is he again…’

Does it seem worse than before? After that, when I went to another class…

“······cherry?”

“Yeah······”

“Didn’t you take a history class earlier?”

Seeing Cherry sitting in the front seat again, I couldn’t pass it up.

“I want to see you…”

“·······”

“You said you won’t leave me…”

It’s my fault.

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