How a Hero Lives as a Writer

81 – Time of Bright and the Sages (3)

When I was in college, I took a liberal arts class on the topic of myths of ancient nations.

The class dealt with the most major Greek and Roman mythology, Norse mythology, and Egyptian mythology.

Greek Roman mythology and Norse mythology were also famous as comic books, so there were no unusual stories.

The only interesting thing is that you have learned that mythology often reflects the era of your country.

ㅡ Do you know why Zeus became a playboy?

At the time, the professor who lectured on the liberal arts came up with these words.

Of course, no one knew why.

Professor seemed to like our reaction and started explaining with a happy expression.

According to the professor, there were many countries in the Mediterranean, where Greek and Roman mythology was born, and wars to gain hegemony in the Mediterranean were common.

So many countries were merged and abolished, and it is said that national beliefs and tribal beliefs went through the process of being incorporated into a single myth.

Through this, the mythology of the Mediterranean was born of Greek and Roman mythology.

Because of this historical background, Zeus has become a playboy god who sows his seeds by wandering around many countries.

At that time, there was an idea of equating gods and humans, and many humans called themselves sons of gods, so Zeus explained that he had no choice but to be a playboy.

The professor’s explanation was more interesting than I thought, so I read a lot of books related to mythology for a while.

However, there was an opportunity that destroyed this interest in one shot, and that was a team play related to ancient Egyptian mythology.

There were 5 members of the team including me, and 3 of them were women.

Especially, they were women with such a damn personality.

I wonder if even a modest subject will participate eagerly, but I think the subject of ancient Egyptian mythology is really the worst.

Why?

Ancient Egyptian mythology begins with masturbation from the first chapter.

It is not self-defense, which means protecting oneself, nor is it an expression of self-soothing.

It means masturbation.

… Egyptian mythology was quite unconventional and open.

In the beginning, there was a god who existed in nothing called the universe.

It is said that this god gave birth to twin gods of male and female through his masturbation.

This is the beginning of ancient Egyptian mythology.

It is a story that masturbation, which is treated as a sin in Islam, was a daily life in Egypt.

I wondered what kind of promiscuous culture this was, but this also reflected the times in its own way.

As everyone thinks of the pyramids when they think of Egypt, Egypt is a hot region full of sand everywhere.

As a result, it developed around the Nile River and was an open country that generally wore light clothes.

That’s why it is said that s*xual activity was very free-spirited.

In the first place, it is said that the priestess was a job for intercourse with men.

With such a desirable atmosphere of the times, even the pharaoh’s masturbation show on the Nile was considered sacred.

It was meant to wish for material prosperity or something.

As this embarrassing story continued, those b*tches spat out rare bullsh*t saying that they couldn’t do it because they were ashamed, and then ran away.

Thanks to that, only me and one other guy got ready for the presentation.

Ah… I feel like sh*t all of a sudden

ㅡ So, why did you suddenly come up with such a useless story?

I masturbated and came to the realization.

ㅡ Oh….

If you have s*x in bed and there is no male body fluid, which is the biggest trace, you have no choice but to be suspicious.

So it was unavoidable, but Hyeonta really came to the right place.

Ah, isn’t this act of washing one’s body dirty in this pond literally like a pharaoh?

I became a pharaoh.

Anaksunamun….

ㅡ Imhotep!

Oh?

Such tiki-taka is very good.

ㅡ … Should I just stop and get organized and go back?

It’s a pond made of holy relics, so there’s no shampoo or soap, so you have to wash it a little more respectfully.

That way the smell will go away.

“Whew.”

Does this mean we have to do sh*t like this?

If I had been born as a pharaoh in Egypt, I would not have lived up to my name.

ㅡ You seem to have enjoyed it, hero?

“No.”

ㅡ Really?

“No.”

I was just drunk on stamina pills.

Since there was a woman in front of him, it was natural to be possessed, and she just acted naturally.

I came to that conclusion and once again put my head into the pond and held my breath.

ㅡ Come to think of it, isn’t this pond where Teresa ablutions every day?

“Fuhak!”

… Don’t talk like that!

This water is purified daily with holy relics, so it’s clean!

ㅡ Really?

… Tsk.

I clicked my tongue and got out of the pond.

Let’s go back.

Today is a holiday, so I’m going to take a break at home and give my soul a little rest.

After roughly wiping off the water, I headed to Teresa’s room.

Smart.

When I knocked, a crackling sound came from inside.

Did you fall off the bed while dozing off?

ㅡ Yes heh!

Judging from the fact that he even screamed, he must have been really dozing off.

Well, even if I didn’t go to the actual show, I must have exhausted my stamina because I was doing something I wasn’t used to.

“Can I come in?”

ㅡ Sleep, wait!

The door wasn’t very soundproof, so I could clearly hear Theresa’s scurrying.

I sighed and decided to sit back against the wall next to the door and wait for the door to open.

After a while, Teresa, sweating profusely, opened the door.

Then a peculiar musty smell came from the room.

It was a unique smell that could only be smelled from the traces of an affair, and it made me feel like my head was going blank.

Since I waited for my shower to end in a place like this, my face must have turned red, as if the effect of the stimulant had remained.

Even though I knew that, I strangely felt like scratching her gently.

So I decided to scrape it.

“Does the effect of the stimulant last long because of lust?”

Hiccup.

Theresa opened her eyes as if someone had been stabbed to the core and hiccups began.

The effect was direct.

I nodded with a satisfied expression.

“I will go back now.”

“Ah….”

After saying that, I put on the clothes I had taken off.

To be honest, I was reluctant to wear it because the clothes were soaked with faint sweat.

As I was frowning and getting dressed, Theresa was on the bed, covered in a blanket, watching me.

“I am not mad at you. It’s just that my clothes smell like sweat.”

Similar situations will continue to occur in the future.

Every time that happened, I thought it would be quite cumbersome to go back wearing sweaty clothes like this.

I might have to prepare some clothes in advance.

As I was thinking that, I felt Theresa’s stare staring at me.

“What are you trying to twist like that?”

“Oh, nothing….”

I thought I had something to say.

I took my eyes off Theresa, who was wrapped in a blanket, and looked around.

When I first set foot in this room, I was insane because of the aphrodisiacs.

So I didn’t take a closer look….

The room feels a bit flimsy.

ㅡ Is that so?

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Is it a reflection of her psychology that she always wants to get out of here?

The furnishings have a decent appearance, but there is little that can be said to be Teresa’s personal taste.

I had the impression that I would disappear like the wind at any time because I lacked a sense of life.

It must have been difficult to have an attachment to a place like this.

I think it’s difficult to have affection in a cage-like place like this when staying underground where sunlight doesn’t come in.

Since the place where they are staying does not give them peace of mind, they gradually drive themselves into a corner and show extreme ways of thinking and acting.

I think I may have fallen into such a vicious circle.

Either take me out of this room or make me fall in love with this place.

ㅡYou mean freedom is not free, right?

That’s right.

A relationship like this will break down someday.

If Teresa does not conceive indefinitely, the Holy Land will judge that Theresa is infertile.

Then the balance between me and Teresa will be broken in the end.

The Holy Kingdom will want to retrieve Teresa.

But I have to say that I won’t let Theresa go because I like her.

Then the Holy Kingdom will prepare another saintess.

Teresa’s been thrown out, and her secret deal with me is broken.

Teresa becomes parasitic on my warmth.

To get out of this situation, Teresa must prove her worth.

But judging from this state, it’s not easy….

ㅡ My child has changed, but not very badly.

Don’t keep using weird memes.

This is just to suggest a direction for each other.

You can’t wear a hump called Teresa forever, can you?

Bright is free!

“Then let’s go first. Please rest in peace.”

“Take a look, go…” .”

I turned my back to Theresa’s weak voice and left her room.

***

After getting on the carriage prepared by Seong-guk and returning to her house, I decided to take a shower.

It’s because I put on clothes that were wet with sweat again, and my body smelled.

Smell….

ㅡ What’s wrong?

A smell-sensitive person like Aslan would notice where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing.

ㅡ Right?

Even if you buy clothes and prepare them, it’s strange if the clothes you wear when you go out and the clothes you wear when you return are different.

ㅡ That too, right?

There are many things to pay attention to for the perfect crime.

ㅡ Do you think it is a crime?

Hmm, since I forcibly assaulted a woman I didn’t like and did things like that….

ㅡ Recognition of crime.

Please be quiet.

Anyway, her room is larger than expected.

But I don’t have any particular hobbies, so I don’t even keep things.

Then could I use some space for the perfect crime?

… Let’s do it.

Even if it’s her honest business relationship, isn’t it a situation where she benefits more than me?

In the first place, this wrong meeting started with Teresa.

Thinking that way, the strange feeling of guilt was washed away along with bubbles.

“Whoa.”

Now I am free for another week.

So now I need to switch my head back to work mode.

I made that decision and went straight to the manga studio.

Because now we need to talk about the heroic project for Mare’s future.

It’s going to be a fairly long-term project, and you have to pay attention to the speed of publication.

So I asked them to recruit a large number of cartoonists and assistants, but I don’t know if it worked out….

With that thought in mind, when I went inside, I could see that Marie had gone and only her assistants were gathered in a corner.

Why are you gathering?

When I approached the area with that thought in mind, it felt like everyone was surrounding something and looking around.

“Whoops!”

I was curious about what he was doing, so I went a little closer, and my eyes met with Mr. Eoshi, who was looking around as if he was standing guard.

“B, Mr. Bright!”

As Eoshibun shouted, the people who had gathered just a moment ago rose from their seats and hid something.

“Stop moving.”

What the hell is that?

As if everything was over, the fishermen were frozen in place with empty expressions on their faces.

When I politely reached out my hand, they fell to their knees.

Then he directed a situation like a scene from a historical drama, saying “Please forgive me!”

I wanted something like this, so when I looked at the items I brought….

“Oh.”

It was ‘Chunhwa’ drawn in the style of romance comics.