Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire

Hero(6)

“You?”

Arthur Conan Doyle made a limp noise. Even thinking about it, it sounded stupid, but I couldn’t help it.

“Are you, Hanslo Jin?”

“Ah yes······.”

Because it was worth it.

The muse he has been looking for, this young man from the far east… that Hanslo Jin?

“No, but hey. I have calluses on the fingers of my left hand, but it’s not too bad. For writing so quickly and so much, my hands are…”

“Oh, I write on a typewriter.”

“A typewriter? You mean that loud one?”

“Um, but isn’t it quite charming?”

I’ve been using a blue collar before.

Arthur Conan Doyle had no answer to the young man’s mysterious words.

“Huh…”

Instead, he opened the notes in his head. And naturally, he ruminated on how well this fact matched his hypothesis.

——Hanslo Jin must be a great reader.

——Hanslo Jin would not be a European.

——Hanslo Jin must have been a young man by his nature.

Surprisingly… 100%.

The Joseon young man in front of him was a person who perfectly matched the writer ‘Hanslo Jin’ he thought of.

Rather, I wonder why I hadn’t asked before.

“I see. hahahaha, if that’s the case… I have one thing to say.”

“yes? what······.”

Arthur Conan Doyle quietly took off his hat, placed it on his chest, closed his eyes, and bowed his head deeply.

“Thank you. youth. No, Hanslo Jean. You saved my soul.”

“······It is an honour. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.”

If you show humility even in this situation, it is disrespectful to the other person.

That’s why Hanslo Jin also just bowed his head to Arthur Conan Doyle.

***

After revealing each other’s identities, the story went smoothly.

Like how I came to write ＜Peter Perry＞. Like the saga of capturing Aaron Kozminski thanks to the information I gave you.

From the reason I went to Scotland Yard to the story of how Arthur Conan Doyle became interested in studying oriental history after meeting me.

One of the surprises was that I had been targeted by the Royal Society of Literature.

What is it, since when? No, didn’t you do anything about that?

Above all, I thought the Royal Society of Literature was a free-spirited organization that even Tolkien would admit, but that place was so arrogant?

Something, the gap with the knowledge I knew was so big that it made me dizzy.

“Hmm, I don’t know why you’re reacting that way. Wasn’t it an organization worthy of its name? Rather, did you know that I knew and responded?”

“No, that’s the other side of the story… anyway, it’s a response. Did I know that you had ill feelings toward me today for the first time?”

“okay? hahahaha, that’s another fun story. It was to the point of even recommending me to become a commander in order to keep you in check.”

“The Great War… It’s not some kind of Roman Colosseum.”

“Well, don’t worry. Despite its grandiose name, the Royal Society of Literature is a simple friendship group with no real power. Even the least amount of authority has already been castrated by our respectable senior, Charles Dickens.”

“Ah, yes…”

Well, it seems that Conan Doyle is a really stupid group to say that. It makes me wonder how he was resurrected in the future.

Anyway, if it hasn’t been a problem so far, there won’t be a big problem in the future. I thought so and decided to listen to him lightly.

“Then, I’ll take a good look at this, so don’t worry and focus on writing. There are not only one or two works that are being published now. ＜Peter Perry＞, ＜Vincent Villiers＞, ＜King Arthur and the Mathematical Knight＞, ＜Dawnbringer＞······ Oh my! It’s strange, but there are so many. Are you really okay?”

“hahahaha… it’s a lot better than where I used to live. Besides, ＜King Arthur and the Knight of Mathematics＞ is actually mostly written by Lewis Carroll rather than me, so it doesn’t take much time.”

It is said that there are many simultaneous serials, but most of them are weekly or monthly serials, so the time is more spacious than expected. In fact, there was no problem while working at the same time as Mr. Miller’s.

In fact… even historically, the pace of publishing one serial a day is close to making no sense. How the hell did I do that then?

“Anyway, great. As a writer, I envy you.”

“hahahaha, thank you. Still, I think this is possible through ‘training’, so if others want to do it, it will be possible. Rather, sir.”

“Uh, huh?”

“What will the teacher do?”

What was more important to me now was something else.

I looked at him with determined eyes.

“me? What are you talking about?”

yeah of course

“Sherlock Holmes.”

Arthur Conan Doyle said he was going to rewrite Holmes, but as a self-proclaimed Sherlockian, isn’t that what bothers me the most?

furthermore.

“Even if you resurrect Sherlock, you can’t just resurrect him.”

“Hmm, that’s right.”

Holmes ends with ‘Falled from the waterfall, no body found.’

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So, in fact, I came back to life just by chance, it doesn’t matter if I scream. Originally ＜The Adventure of the Empty House＞ was like that.

But, honestly… isn’t it a bit plain?

Conan Doyle thought for a moment and then slowly opened his mouth.

“Well, I’ll have to think about that from now on. Killing Sherlock was something I did impulsively, so after I came up with the idea after seeing you killing Peter, I didn’t think about it.”

“······I beg your pardon!?”

No, I thought it was strangely quick to kill, but… Could it be that it was my butterfly effect? Was I Moriarty?!

As I opened my mouth in shock, Arthur Conan Doyle smiled and dipped his mouth in ginger ale for a while and said,

“That’s why I wanted to ask you a question. In a way, aren’t you a senior in this area? How did you come up with the idea of such a development?”

I don’t think he’s a senior in a very good sense.

I said with a puzzled expression.

“Well, I don’t know if my opinion will be used as a reference… Hey, I’ve been using the death of a character as an element to create a sense of crisis from the beginning. And if I was going to give it to you, I made it as the main character with the strongest impact.”

“Hmm, is that how you feel? In terms of providing suspense, it’s like when you trap Watson in a detective story.”

Indeed, as he muttered that, he began jotting down lightly this and that in his notebook.

“Anyway, the material will come to mind soon. Originally, this kind of story was made strangely quickly. In the first place, there are many incidents in this place called London.”

“hahahaha, that’s right. Then I guess I can look forward to it.”

“step.”

After he stopped talking, he looked this way for a moment with a ~ eyes and replied with a smile.

“For the time being, I’m planning to publish Sherlock’s stories before his death as a feature, not a monthly serial.”

“yes?”

“And maybe Sherlock is still alive? I’m thinking of putting some hope in it. Why didn’t you do the same? It’s about giving room and scaring the reader. Wouldn’t you wait a little more anxiously to try to use it?”

“Wow, no…”

Are you a demon? No, looking at the nuance, I think I remembered it now no matter how much I think about it.

I said that I was reminded of it after seeing my work, but that is slander. Because you, in your previous life, did ＜The Dog of the Baskervilles＞!

But it came out as if it was because of me. something is so unfair!

Anyway then.

“So, sir, are you saying that you are releasing a prequel?”

“A prequel? Oh, you mean the prequel? It must be because it is ahead of ＜The Last Incident＞.”

Then, since it happened like this… Shall we talk a little more about this and that?

I pretended to say it.

“Then, that Moriarty.”

“Ah… that soldering setup.”

Was it a soldering iron? After that, it only appeared in ＜Valley of Fear＞, so it was very disappointing for me, who likes to dig deep.

In fact, didn’t the secondary creators, who felt sorry for this, twist and use Moriarty in a different way to add it?

Occasionally, there are settings that are only good for secondary creations, but in this case, even if the primary creation absorbs them. No, rather, it is a setting that should be.

I said so confidently.

“Yes, why don’t you try to use it a little more actively?”

“Moriarty?”

“Yes, you said it was a patchwork setting, but the character itself looks attractive. Why don’t we just add settings to Moriarty and make it real, not tinkering?”

“Hoho…”

Arthur Conan Doyle’s eyes flashed.

His cold-hearted intelligence saw through how much fun the so-called ‘main villain’ setting would be, which was not in the ＜Sherlock Holmes＞ series.

“Is Sorin raised as Sherlock’s antagonist, hiding behind London like the fantasy species from ＜Dawnbringer＞?”

“Exactly. An individual omnibus type is good, but isn’t it better to set a direction when there is a big frame?”

“Hmm, definitely not bad. If so, that past… no, it would be better to save Moriarty as well. Behind the professor… oh wow.”

His pen quickly sweeps over the notebook. And after that, new settings and stories continue to emerge.

“It would be nice to treat subordinates with cold-hearted charisma, or to induce action with small hints. If it’s a criminal organization, you’ll also need an executive to carry out the crime yourself. It would be nice to give him a sharpshooter and former soldier to emphasize his military strength… and put him as an aide to confront Watson.”

“hmm. Why don’t you include your spouse’s story to emphasize the double life? It feels like I’m blindly cheering for my husband without knowing anything.”

“Oh, it’s a spouse… Yes, a villain who shows sharp intelligence on the outside but is warm on the inside. What a charm! It would also be nice if the lady supported the crime without even knowing it.”

Arthur Conan Doyle was excited and threw away the coat he was wearing and started pouring out various settings with excitement.

done. I was sure

That Sherlock Holmes will be completely resurrected.

***

“Whoa. It was a truly fruitful time.”

After parting with Hanslo Jean, Arthur Conan Doyle returned home and muttered in the brightest and most sunny voice in days.

After all, the young man was no different from a muse that gave him great inspiration.

You were even indirectly influencing him without even realizing it! How can I be happy that I have a really great friend and comrade.

The only regret is that his residence is quite far away?

—Come to think of it, did you say that you are living in Devon?

─Ah, yes. Now that this work is over, I think I need to go down slowly.

─Turn it off. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry!!

In my heart, I just want to stay up all night and talk about writing together… but Arthur Conan Doyle, who was so sorry for it, saw his youngest sister who was washing dishes in place of his mother.

“Older brother, are you coming now?”

“Okay, Brian. Um… are you seventeen this year?”

“uh? huh. why?”

“Seventeen…”

Arthur Conan Doyle groaned at his early age. But doesn’t that young man, Hanslo Jin also have a similar face?

‘No. Looking at his learning and personality, he’s definitely not just 17.’

Then, should I ask Jane, who is two years older, or Constance, who is twenty-six?

To him, who was overly rational, the Master of Human Religion had too many issues to consider.

“No, it’s difficult!”

“Brother, stop talking nonsense and go into your room. A guest came earlier.”

“huh? customer?”

what guest? Thinking so, Arthur Conan Doyle entered the room and eventually found a familiar face.

“Oh, isn’t that Detective Hopkins?”

“Ahahahaha, I saw you a while ago and see you again. teacher.”

Seeing the face of the detective he was friendly with at Scotland Yard, he smiled and nodded.

If not as much as Hanslo Jin, he was a person who inspired Arthur many times and had a great crush on him.

“Yeah, so what the hell is going on? You came all the way here yourself.”

“Oh, it’s nothing… I think I’ll have to go on a business trip to Dartmoor, Devon soon. I think it will be a fairly long business trip, so I came to say hello before going down.”

“Hoo. Dartmoor is pretty far…”

Wait, Devon? Arthur’s eyes flashed.

Devon is a poor country in England.

Besides, isn’t Dartmoor famous as a wasteland in Devon?

“What is the case?”

“It’s a serial disappearance case, but among the victims there are descendants of noble families whose inheritance issues are quite complicated. so······.”

“Hoohhh.”

Arthur Conan Doyle’s eyes flashed.

Several thoughts passed through his mind.

In it, the story I had at Scotland Yard a few days ago, the story I had with Hanslo Jean today, and the plans I have to share in the future.

Everything was stocked.

After organizing all of that in his head, he answered the detective who was calmly unraveling the story in front of him.

“That business trip, by any chance can I follow you?”