Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire

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“Peter Perry and the Brilliant Light”.

It is the 7th volume of the ＜Peter Perry＞ series, and it is the last one of the dark fairy lords attacking the fairy forest and the last and strongest fairy king, the witch king.

And the identity of the revealed witch king is none other than Oberon, the founder of Academia, and the first human to reach the Fairy Land. The Revenant is a being created from the wandering thoughts of the dead King Arthur.

He activated a magic circle targeting the entire fairy forest and made other fairies into Wild Hunts, fulfilling his ambition to conquer the British Isles.

So, it was a manuscript made with attention to directing, saying that it would be subdued with Excalibur, which was revived by gathering the power of the four fairy kings, but…

The problem was that the contents were written in the fan letter as it is now.

To be precise, it was a situation where I was spoiled for the contents of the fan letter.

─Hello, author. My name is John and I live in Bloemfontein. (Omitted) ······So I think it will be like this, how do you feel?

“Turn it off.”

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Haa… This is the bane of long-term serialization.

I sighed and shook my head.

In fact, this is often the case. Because there were many times when I was in Korea in the 21st century.

As the series gets longer and the content piles up, you have to fold the wrapping cloth that has been released. And since the content that can be wrapped in the unfolded wrapping cloth is limited, the number of readers who infer it increases.

Due to the nature of web novels, where ‘stable knowledge’ is pursued in the first place, there are people who have predicted future developments.

No, honestly, there’s nothing new under the sun, so is it really impossible to come up with the same idea as me? Anything is possible.

“Don’t worry too much, writer. In the first place, there was no problem with the manuscript, so it would not be theft or anything like that… There was no big problem with the contents. Because the story was interesting. I guess it just coincidentally overlapped.”

“Yeah, I don’t care too much about that. Rather, I am happy.”

It has nothing to do with getting the content right. No, on the contrary, it also proves that they followed my instructions well, so in a sense, I am happy.

In a way, it is also said that in this era without web novels, while looking at my novels, I thought about and understood how I would write and how I would proceed, and that they followed me this far.

To say it exaggeratedly, I feel as if my existence is engraved in this world.

······ But the problem is.

“The problem is me.”

“yes? What are you talking about? The writer is doing well enough!”

Mr. Bentley opens his eyes wide and looks this way. He looks like he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

But I sighed once more and explained carefully.

“To be precise… it’s because of the mannerisms I’ve been feeling myself lately.”

In short, it was stabbed.

It is the curse of the yongdusami that comes out because the serialization is getting longer.

In particular, ＜Peter Perry＞ had a simple development and progression from the beginning. Of course, I had no intention of publishing a long series in the first place.

As a result, in my own way, I increased the number of enemy bosses to 7, which was not originally planned, and created a new episode, and as a result… the content naturally became simpler.

Besides, I’m currently working on three projects, right?

Of course, since the genres are different, the episode materials do not completely overlap. However, in the end, it is an unavoidable fact that the concentration on ＜Peter Perry＞ has fallen. It’s bittersweet, but in a way, it can be seen as inevitable.

Actually, if it was normal, I wouldn’t have cared so much.

Originally, not all paintings can be interesting while writing hundreds of episodes every day. That’s normal for human beings. So, among the jokes, isn’t it ‘a condition for a masterpiece to be angry at the end’?

But now Volume 7 belongs to the first half of the final chapter. In a way, it is also the most important quarter.

In the second half of the 8th volume, in order to explode whether it is porridge or rice, you need to heighten the tension as much as possible here.

Besides, shouldn’t we stage a media mix, that is, a play as well?

“In a way, I think it was a good stimulus.”

This fan letter gave me a big shock in that sense. Did it make you feel the beginning?

I slowly started walking on my arms. And I looked at the calendar.

Let’s see, the publication date…

“Uh, so… Writer-nim. What are you thinking right now? Uh… you’re not going to start over again because of that letter, are you?”

“Of course, I have no intention of changing the development.”

Of course. Now, I am not looking at the first half of the work, but the second half.

Changing the development clumsily here doesn’t make the story better. Rather clumsy.

“So, to some extent, I’m thinking of just giving a little bit of variation. Well, there are a few rice cakes that I prepared from the beginning. I didn’t know when to use it, but…”

I didn’t know it would be today.

Saying that, I stood up and took a quick look around the inside of the publishing house.

“yes?”

“Mr. Bentley. Do you have any office space left?”

“Ah, yes. There are many offices.”

“Good for you. Please guide me.”

I took over an entire empty office with Mr. Bentley at the fore.

Then, as I ordered a blank manuscript and a typewriter, Bentley said in bewilderment.

“Writer-sama, can’t you… now?”

“yes.”

Put some coffee in it, please. After saying that, I took off my coat.

Ha, it’s self-canned food… It’s been a while since I spent a few nights drinking Snoopy the day before the launch when I was a college student.

“then······.”

I quickly started typing on my typewriter.

There is a lot to write. time is not free The environment is also poor.

However, a writer who is just before the deadline can’t even care about that.

Whether it’s the formation of a fever dome, the rainy season, or a typhoon, as long as you’re in good shape, you have to publish serially because you’re a writer.

Fortunately, I already knew what to write.

But is it right to write this in this 19th century? It was an unbelievable development, so I ruled it out.

However, since I know that I myself have fallen into mannerisms, I feel that it was arrogant for me to make such a judgment.

so.

“Let’s try a little something.”

I just write what comes to mind.

***

Peter’s pupils shook.

“······why.”

“Why, why?”

Reese twisted her hair. No, Peter no longer wants ‘that’——

A moth-like fairy with dark hair and a cold tone.

I didn’t know if I could call her Reese.

An old friend who guided him to Excalibur.

A refreshing drink from Fairy School who was timid but gave courage when it was important.

That shy guy who was always looking at me from the other side of the book with a red face…

The truth is that he was an infiltrator of darkness, the culprit who attacked Irril and Winky… and even broke Excalibur?

Then Reese. No, the demon king Oberon said with a twisted smile.

“That’s because it’s fun.”

“what?!”

“Tricking you, stabbing innocent fairies in the back, laughing at them… was really, really, incredibly fun.”

It was a laugh that Peter didn’t know and had never seen before.

“Yes, that’s it! That expression is really the best!!”

“lease······!”

“It’s dull! really dull!! it was fun! Friendship play with you! over there, there. How do you feel? The friend you thought was your best friend until now! Do you feel like you know you’re actually your worst enemy?”

“lease!!”

“I want you to stop forgetting that name.”

Reese gestured.

Following that hand gesture, black moths sprung up everywhere and fluttered their wings.

And each time, the gray powder fluttered and covered Reese’s body.

An aura of corruption that causes everything to rot just by touching it.

It gradually grew into Reese’s body, becoming a gigantic caterpillar that ate everything.

And the something that used it as its lower body transformed into a demon-like figure with only a silhouette existing.

—I am Oberon. Oberon Artorius. The king of maggots that bloomed after gnawing away the wandering thoughts of the great King Arthur.

“you!!”

─Thank you for the interesting tour, Peter!!

With a disgusting voice like a bug chewing on something, Oberon, who imitated the way he spoke when he was Reese, spoke.

—Then, please die!!

“Keuuu!!”

In an instant, black moths rushed in from all directions.

In the midst of an approaching death crisis, Peter grabbed the knife.

However, the broken and rotten Excalibur could no longer be relied upon.

Magic has run out, friends can’t come, and the power of light has already disappeared.

‘But, still.’

Still, something…!

It was the moment I thought so.

—Anyway, I said that softness would catch you on your feet someday.

“Ugh…!?”

Something pulled Peter’s body. And in its place, purple flames soared.

─Keii!!

─Kiik!!

Along with the sound of crackling, the smell of burning insects stung my nostrils.

The nasty smell and the scorching heat overtook Peter, but he still couldn’t help but look away.

“These flames…!”

And that sword body!?

Behind the blazing purple curtain.

A familiar, but never to get used to, man holding an unforgettable jet-black knife.

The one who was once Peter’s first enemy.

“Long time no see. Peter. And Oberon.”

“You, you?!”

─Hell King… was he alive?!

“Thanks to.”

Hell King Alvis.

In the past, the fallen dwarf king whom Peter had defeated was now aiming his demonic sword at Oberon as if protecting Peter.

“Oberon, I will ask.”

─······· Ha. Be cheeky.

“Are you the one who threw Ye into hellfire in the mines back then?”

Peter’s eyes widened. Could it be that Rhys even did that? Alvis gritted his teeth and continued.

“And back then, were you the one who instigated Abamama to instigate the people of Guwain to subdue her?”

—hahahaha, it reminds me of my nostalgic achievements.

“Some time ago… there was a guy who sent an assassin to me who drifted into the human world.”

─Ah, that’s right.

“Is he also… you?”

Oberon laughed out loud. Then, with a polite butler-like gesture, he lowered his head and said.

—It was a dessert that went well with the main dish. Hell King Alvis. I enjoyed it thanks

“then······!”

In an instant, Alvis inflated his body.

Purple flames enveloped his entire body. His body was burned once and then regenerated.

After that, a body that had grown beyond being a dwarf, large horns, and wings of flame heated the air.

Alvis pointed at Oberon with his black, scaly forearm and said to Peter,

“Don’t pretend to be weak, wake up. Peter Perry.”

“Sheesh… I can’t help it!!”

Peter gritted it.

Perhaps thanks to a short break, my stamina returned.

The body was in tatters, but the limbs were intact.

The sword is broken…but I can wield it. That was enough.

“Just this once!”

“It’s a temporary alliance!”