Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire

＜ Agatha All Along(1) ＞

─Yes, author. Don’t worry, most daycare centers have been closed, and the foundation itself has prepared temporary shelters for teachers and students’ families.

“is it so? You did a good job.”

I was lightly relieved by the contents that came through the phone.

I didn’t worry too much, but it didn’t seem like the things I was worried about happened.

It was even more tidy than expected.

Well, that’s why they use experts when it comes to things related to law and money.

─I’m sorry. We should have contacted you first about this…

“No, thanks. If you handled it well, there is no reason for me to touch you.”

That’s because it happened so suddenly.

Honestly, how many people could have predicted that such a massive construction would suddenly happen?

Literally, ‘Narat’s whim’.

Besides, haven’t I been wandering around a lot lately? Due to frequent business trips, it was difficult to keep in touch.

What’s a cell phone, because I’m an envoy without a beeper.

─Oh, no. Actually, that’s it, but there’s something more important than that.

“What is it?”

─Didn’t you buy land in the Whitechapel area in the name of the foundation? To gather people and officially build a school or library when the time comes.

“Ah, it was. Uh… can’t it?”

─Yes, it was included in the maintenance area for this redevelopment. How will the government deal with the purchase of part of the area where the road will be improved at the official land price?

be public notice Then the price is about…

“yes? Is that a lot?”

I was dumbfounded and almost missed the receiver.

The publicly announced land price is cheaper than the original transaction price. Nevertheless, the price we are talking about now was several times the price of the land originally purchased.

Besides, if you listen to what I’m saying now…

“Is that even part of it?”

Yeah, for some reason, they’re buying only part of the land, not the whole.

There’s no way that an ordinary civil servant would be so bothered by the country’s affairs… Is that what England was originally like at this time? Just sharing it thoroughly with something like a great sense of mission?

-Yes, strangely enough. It’s my first time doing something like this… The reason for the delay in contacting me was because it took me a while to check it out.

It doesn’t seem like an ordinary thing either.

─First of all, it seems that the purpose of the paper is a social industry close to public facilities, so it seems to have been lenient.

“Hmm, when the hell did you care so much…”

It feels a bit like an excuse, but I decided to move on.

Even on this side, if the purchased land is taken away because of necessity, even if the money you earn is second, you will have to do it again from the beginning, from construction design to future schedule.

Well, isn’t good good?

“Anyway, you mean we don’t have a big problem? Maybe something will change.”

─Yes, if I had to say it, it would be enough to say that the district we are trying to build in the future will be located in the center of the new White Chapel that will be built in the future. If something new comes out, I’ll let you know.

Oh, that’s pretty bad. I have a lot of feelings of getting caught.

“Anyway, I understand. Then, if anything happens, please contact me.”

─Of course.

“Ah, if you don’t have a schedule, could you visit us with Baron Ferdinand?”

─Do you have something important to do?

“Mary’s fifth birthday.”

Third daughter of the Miller family, Mary Clarissa Miller.

This child is already 5 years old. The kid is already walking around, reading, writing, ‘Hanseul, Hanseul’!

Of course, there is no such thing as a culture in the UK that values a 5-year-old birthday. Rather, if the coming-of-age ceremony is important, it matters. Even in Korea, stones are important. After that, aren’t we just doing this and that?

However, the Millers’ in-laws’ house is a fairly high-ranking family.

It overlapped with what had happened recently, so I decided to make a big birthday party while I was in London.

Seeing her go so far as to make up for her absence from home because she was busy with work, it’s really hard to hide the foolish side of her darling wife.

Well, it was also thanks to the successful sale of the Katsushika Hokusai woodblock print series that I got from Dartmoor not too long ago, and a lot of money came in for the first time in a while.

and the result.

“hahahaha, Mr. Miller. Congratulations.”

“Wow, isn’t that Count Cadogan!! welcome!”

“Fred!! How are you? Congratulations!!”

“Mr. Thomas Francis Bayard! welcome. Nice to meet people from home!”

“Thank you for inviting me, Mr. Miller! This is George Herbert.”

“Oh, no, the new Earl of Carnarvon. Are you getting married soon? Congratulations.”

“hahahaha, thank you! When the time comes, I will also send an invitation, so please be sure to attend.”

In addition, old man Desmond from last time, Mr. Carstairs, and the daughter-in-law of the Sheldon family, etc.

Even though the news was only spread moderately, the party grew and grew and grew in an instant, transforming into a small social gathering place rather than just a birthday party.

It’s only natural that Mr. Miller is well-liked and knows a lot of people.

He has lived a simple life, but the moment he opened the seal slightly and showed his strength, his weight class was revealed… The moment he thought so.

“Excuse me. Frederic, you’ve been uptight.”

“Aren’t you the Earl of Rosebery! hahahaha, no You should call me Prime Minister!”

“Whoops. Now, it’s no different than a time-limited prime minister.”

······Who? Prime Minister of the British Empire? Why is that person here?

I looked dumbfounded at the middle-aged man of my age shaking Mr. Miller’s hand.

If you listen to what Mr. Miller is saying, he seems to be the Prime Minister… I can’t know all the British Prime Ministers. At best, ‘Peace in Our Time’ (laughs) or Mr. Gallipoli, not Mercury, but the Iron Witch?

No, even so, isn’t he too young to be a prime minister? Mr. Miller isn’t even in his 50s yet.

At the moment I thought so, I heard whispers from the political elite gathered in the social meeting hall behind me.

“Heh, you’re shamelessly running around.”

“Okay. Isn’t he going to fall out soon anyway?”

“It must be natural that he doesn’t do the politics he is told to do as prime minister and takes care of horses. Aren’t you ashamed of your master?”

Aha······ After hearing it, it seems that he is already famous for his hanryang. Well, if you think about it, Mr. Miller was also a person who did a lot.

Maybe it’s a connection made through things like polo or horse racing? Then maybe you’ll understand…

anyway.

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Even after I figured it out, I listened to their conversation while idling around there with my glass moderately raised.

Since they are high-ranking politicians, wouldn’t they know about this redevelopment? It was from the thought.

They were also talking about it at the same time.

“Did you hear that? Whitechapel District Redevelopment Project.”

“Ah, I heard you. I don’t know what the hell is going on. You build a new house for such a beggar.”

“Even the expansion of the facilities… I think the amount of money spent is unusual.”

“Hu, there are so many things to do right now, what kind of whim are you…”

“hehehe, isn’t Her Majesty crying a lot now that she’s old?”

“You mean the old Dwarf matriarch who doesn’t seem to bleed from that sting?”

Uh… It’s a national rule that even the king chews gum like gum in the absence of people, but is it okay to say such strong words anyway?

Besides, when I look at the word ‘dwarf matriarch’… it seems like it’s my own reader. I never imagined that the characters in my work would become slang for investigating the queen.

In the meantime, their story continued.

And that, too, was something that could never be ignored.

“There is also a story in the incense house that the royal couple are not breathing.”

royal son? The person who worked with me yesterday? What is this again?

“Is the Crown Prince that, ＜Vincent Villiers＞? You like that novel.”

“Ah, that Hanslo Jin book. I know very well. It was fun, but…”

“Hmph, what a blasphemous thing… Anyway, there was a redevelopment of the East End there in the past. Although it was not Whitechapel at the time, it was the northern port area of the Thames.”

“her! Are you saying you are messing with state affairs by reading such a blasphemous book?”

“It’s ambiguous to say that it’s a state affair, but… well, it’s a bit like that for the crown prince to be dyed red.”

“Heh, hearing the tutor’s story, he said his level of knowledge is just that of a railroad porter, but since that’s what he knows, it’s bound to be dyed red…”

After that, I pulled out moderately and came out. Because it seemed like I knew everything I knew.

Besides, he still has a sense of distance, but he’s the one who asked me to be his friend, so it’s hard for me to tolerate being criticized.

Instead, I remembered everything. If I deliver this, what will happen to those noblemen’s hair?

By the way… that’s right.

“It was thanks to His Excellency, Crown Prince!”

yes, then i understand

Certainly, I also had memories of writing that kind of content in ＜Vincent Villiers＞, and there is no way that he would not know about the related content if he said he enjoys my work on a regular basis.

It was much more convincing and plausible than saying that Her Majesty the Queen, who had no connection with me, suddenly came up with a plan to help the poor and started a business.

Hey, he’s obviously very caring even though his sociability is a little off.

I don’t know how you gave me that kind of pocket money and didn’t say anything?

Next time we meet, I’ll have to open a bottle of wine, not the level of whiskey.

I’m sorry Mr. Miller, but His Excellency will eat it. Please bear with me.

‘Then, was it related to what I was looking for yesterday?’

Hmmm…but I don’t think I’ve had that feeling again. Rather, it seemed that they were finally trying to recognize me… Maybe?

For a while, I was agonizing over the feeling that the gears were slightly intertwined like that.

“every! Pay attention for a moment!”

With Mr. Miller’s cry. From inside, Mrs. Clara came out holding Mary, the hero of the day.

On either side of it are two cute children, Madge and Monty, each holding a glass of juice.

Mr. Miller skillfully received the child and lifted him up, even though he was holding a wine glass in one hand.

And he said it loudly while showing it to the guests.

“To the many guests who have gathered today, I will welcome you again as the child’s father. Although this is my third child, I just want to thank God that all the children have grown up healthy.”

A few guests nodded. Just being alive is lucky enough. Didn’t the older brother of Prince George die young in his twenties?

It’s such an era. In an era where there was no penicillin or cold medicine, Mary deserved this kind of congratulations just for surviving safely to the age of five.

Mr. Miller said skillfully, holding out his wine glass.

“Isn’t it troublesome if the congratulatory speech is long? Come on everyone! I wish my daughter, Agatha Mary Clarissa Miller, good health and a toast! Come on, for!!”

“for!!”

A glass raised high in the sky with his spearhead splashed water.

The guests emptied their glasses.

However, I couldn’t.

‘Now… what?’

Agatha.

Not Mary Clarissa Miller, but Agatha Mary Clarissa Miller…

‘Agatha Christie?’