How a Hero Lives as a Writer

3 – The warrior’s doorstep? (3)

I haven’t set foot in the library since the librarian told Prince Albert that he was suspicious.

If you tell me the type of book you need, the waitress will bring it to you, so it didn’t really matter.

After reading the book for two days, I learned the minimum common sense for writing.

Now I have drawn a picture of how to write the next volume.

There aren’t that many things to fix.

It was only necessary to completely revise the parts that could be viewed negatively about God.

“Whoa.”

The development was organized in my head, but the progress was slow because my fingers and wrists were sore.

If I only had a laptop, I would have finished 10 episodes in 3 days….

I decided to organize the development of the novel ‘Oh My Lady’ that I wrote while massaging my sore wrist.

‘Oh My Lady’ is a novel inspired by Romeo and Juliet.

However, there is a difference in pursuing harmony between the two families as the main character and the heroine are betrothed by two families that are close to each other.

The main character and the heroine are fateful rivals who competed for first and second place in the academy.

So I couldn’t easily accept the family’s decision.

However, the family’s will to resolve a feud that has been going on for hundreds of years was strong.

So the two reluctantly decide to get married.

However, the two geniuses with strong pride decide to regard even their marriage as an extension of their game.

So, it is a story of a confrontation to take the initiative in marriage life.

On the surface, they pretend to be a fiancée, but behind the scenes, they fight to keep the other person under their feet.

The first volume explained the background of the two people, and the second volume will mainly deal with the fight between the two.

The two have been attending an academy for three years, and the current setting is that the second year has just begun.

I began to jot down the contents that came to my mind at the time on a stone tablet that served as a notepad.

2Nd grade, spring, spring picnic, summer vacation, sports day, school trip, cultural festival, winter vacation.

Things you would have in a normal high school.

Tournaments, on-the-job training, family exchanges, and real battles with monsters.

Things that only exist in a fantasy world.

The second volume deals with spring picnics and field practice.

Romeo and Juliet have to act like sesame seeds are pouring outwardly.

A hot stare pours out from the surroundings, and the two exchange stories while laughing only with their mouths.

[I will win the midterm exam.]

[In an upcoming field trip, I’ll show you my splendid magic!]

It’s a scene where the nerves are fighting like that.

Of course, people who watch from a distance get the illusion that two people are whispering love.

I feel like my mouth is getting more and more happy as I write it.

As expected, romance has this kind of heart-wrenching charm.

The two people who couldn’t eat each other like this gradually get closer.

And later, as if it had never happened before, there was an explosion of chatter.

I’m already happy.

This is pure love and this is a novel.

I am so happy as a chili pepper, but Princess Reina, who said she likes romance novels, would like it more, right?

With that in mind, I hurriedly wrote the story.

As soon as I came to my senses, I was able to write 12 episodes.

Now I have to deal with field practice….

“Are you ready?”

“… Yes.”

“You don’t have to be so nervous. Because you are a warrior.”

Finally, the event honoring the hero is over, and it seems that the church, which has been having heated discussions about the hero’s appearance, has come to a conclusion.

It seems that I have to go to the Holy Land and receive an oracle.

Of course, there was no explanation of how it would proceed in advance.

So even if I tell you not to be nervous, it can’t be helped that your back is sweating.

“The church has notified that only one person can be taken as an attendant. So Sir Louis is going to be with you.”

Shortly thereafter, a woman in light clothing with a sword at her waist approached her.

“My name is Angelica Lewis.”

Let’s say I’m about Bright, named after the Earth.

“My name is Bright. I look forward to.”

Sir Lewis was a blonde haired beauty in her mid 170’s.

As expected, most of the people who have reached a certain level because of the power of mana seem to be in a good state of development.

If it was a male knight, would it be a giant like Prince Albert?

Perhaps he assigned Sir Lewis as an attendant because he feared that I would be intimidated.

After leaving the capital, we passed through the teleport gate with the members of the church.

As I was looking around with a strange feeling, a carriage caught my eye.

It seems that we are at a distance where we have to take a carriage to get to the cathedral where the Pope is waiting.

This is to prevent assassination attempts using teleportation, right?

I climbed into the carriage with Sir Louis and looked around.

“It is spring.”

Even though it was March in the Duchy of Oklea, it felt like winter because there was snow nearby.

But here, it felt like spring had already arrived.

Nodding.

Sir Lewis only nodded slightly at my words.

Befitting his cold appearance, he felt like a blunt soldier.

Is it necessary to go all the way to the cathedral with such a stiff atmosphere….

Actually, this is probably correct.

Kuu, kill!

It must be wrong to expect an article like this.

“Bright Ball.”

“Yes, Sir Louis.”

“You don’t have to worry too much.”

Sir Lewis seems to have misunderstood my awkward silence as nervousness.

“No, I’m just bored.”

“….”

Sir Lewis’ eyebrows twitched momentarily.

Anyway, it was quite a puzzled look.

“You are a warrior, would you even kill me?”

As I said that, I sneakily showed the stigma on my right hand.

Then Sir Louis put on a puzzled expression.

I tried to say something, but it felt like I was speechless.

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“Does Sir Louis read books often?”

So I decided to talk first.

“Yes. Winter is long in Aucklia.”

A country with a long winter develops long novels.

Russia, in the middle of a war, was on the same side.

It’s cold and snowy in the northern countries, so you can’t get out of the fireplace in winter.

Therefore, a culture tends to develop, sitting in a chair near the fireplace and reading a book while waiting for the long winter to end.

“Are you sure the last novel you read is the lady in the autumn field?”

Sir Lewis responded with a small nod.

As you talk, you might say that the work is not good, just like you did to the librarian, who is suspected of being the spy.

As a writer, it is rude to slander other people’s work as a business partner, and it is also rude to readers who like the work.

So let’s finish the story before we repeat the same mistakes.

I thought so, but Sir Lewis seemed to want to talk about books.

I decided to continue the story, taking care not to make mistakes as much as possible.

Sir Lewis made a surprisingly diverse expression, unlike his first stiff feeling.

It was interesting, so after talking for a while, the carriage stopped before I knew it.

Sir Lewis showed a moment of bewilderment, and then he quickly returned to a more rigid mood.

“Watch your step.”

“Yes.”

We got off the carriage and headed for the magnificent cathedral.

… The atmosphere is heavy.

As a non-religious person, I used to feel overwhelmed when I went to a church.

For some reason, I felt a divine feeling oppressing my body.

But the atmosphere here was nothing compared to that.

No matter how unbeliever you are, if you spend one day here, you will instantly become a sincere religious person.

It was such an atmosphere.

I headed in front of a man wearing clothes that gave off a divine aura just by looking at them.

This must be the Pope.

The cold sweat began to well up again.

The pope spit out some stories and then confirmed the stigma on my hand.

Then he only nodded very slightly.

I think it was a task to check if I was a real hero.

The pope and the religious people nearby began to sing something close to a chant.

Then I felt something heavy pressing down on my body.

As if there was an earthquake, my vision was shaking, so when I closed my eyes and opened them, the scenery around me had changed.

Teleport?

It was a different feeling from passing through the teleport gate.

“Hero. Reach out for the holy sword in front of you.”

If I were truly chosen as the hero, the holy sword would respond.

The Pope said so.

No, when did this old sword appear again….

The holy sword was rusted and missing teeth in places, and was embedded in the stone altar.

It looks so worrisome that you wonder if it might break while pulling it out.

Can I really pull this out?

Looking at the pope with that feeling, he showed signs of asking him to vote quickly.

I cautiously reached for the old sword that it claimed to be a ‘holy sword’.

If it is not pulled out or the Holy Sword is broken….

ㅡ Heresy!

ㅡ Hero impersonator!

ㅡ Blasphemy!

Isn’t this what happens?

… Aren’t these bastards plotting to kill me from the beginning?

Thinking of that, the hand that reached out cautiously touched the handle of the holy sword.

Golden light began to emanate from the rusted and corroded sword.

“Ugh!”

Eyes!

ㅡ Sergeant Kim, it’s time to stand on duty.

As I said that, it was the moment that reminded me of the recruit who fed my eyes while I was sleeping soundly.

I couldn’t stand it, so I tried to close my eyes tightly, but I felt the weight in my hand too light to be called a sword.

I was able to carefully open my eyes only then.

“The key?”

The old sword I had just placed my hand on disappeared without a trace, and in my hand was a key emitting golden light.

“Oh, my God.”

“My God.”

“My God!”

I felt that something was dangerous, but the reactions around me didn’t seem to be that way.

Puffed up.

Everyone around me knelt in front of me and started looking for God.

And the same goes for the Pope who stood in front of me.

I don’t understand this situation.

The thing that was just a sword turned into a key, as well as this kind of reaction from people around me.

Even Sir Louis, who was standing a little further away to escort me, seemed to be overwhelmed by the atmosphere around him, and he seemed to have to kneel down in agony.

Puffed up.

Ah, finally fell to his knees.

I wish someone would explain what the situation is….

The pope and all the religious people around him are crying out in search of God.

Should I cry for God too?

I was thinking about that.

Hero, Incarnation, War, Curse, Seal, Peace….

Innumerable pieces of information began to cram into my head.

“Keuk!”

I was out of breath and confused.

“Hero!”

As the Pope panicked and supported me, Sir Louis, who was nearby, hurriedly ran to my side.

“Are you okay?!”

“Ah, I felt dizzy for a while….”

I don’t know what happened.

The atmosphere around him was as if a god had descended, so he was careful with every word and action.

I was thinking about how to react, but the Pope started organizing the surroundings on his own.

A warrior called the incarnation of God was chosen by the holy sword.

He reacted violently because of such a situation, but he had administrative power worthy of a person who has risen to the position of pope.

The Pope told me about the situation I was in while having a private meeting with me.

“Uh, so this means the Holy Sword is right?”

“Yes, warrior.”

The shape of the holy sword is not fixed because it is a holy relic.

It is said that it reveals itself in the form required for a hero.

It is called a holy sword, but it is said that there were times when it was in the form of a sword, spear, or bow.

This key must have its own meaning, and it is said that only God knows about it.

And the hero who is chosen by such a god will sooner or later know what that means.

“When I was feeling dizzy earlier, something popped into my head.”

Various concepts and scenes that are hard to define just passed through my head.

Could that be related to the hero?

When I asked that question, the pope answered that it must be the influence of the holy sword.

Ah, this sucks.

Prince Albert said he could return home safely in a year.

No matter how he looked at it, he had the feeling that he had been away for a long time.