Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire

wedding march(2)

Before I came to London, I had heard from Mr. Miller that this wedding procession was much more splendid than the original royal precedent.

what did he say? Originally, Prince George had an older brother named Albert, who was just one year older, but he had to take over the throne with his sister-in-law (Jin) because the older brother died suddenly right after they were engaged?

It was a repertoire that reminded me of a common arranged marriage, and I think the citizens of the City of London felt the same way.

Looking at how they tried to placate public sentiment by deliberately showing a long and splendid wedding outfit.

However, the problem is.

“Why are they in that wedding march?!”

“That, well. Heh heh heh.”

Bentley averted my eyes. In fact, I wasn’t even looking at the Bentley.

My eyes are drawn between the carriages, dancing round and round while diligently following the procession and even handing out flowers to children passing by.

In other words, it was because they were stuck in a costume procession dressed up as our fairy school kids.

I had to open my mouth to see the goblin elves, bearded dwarves, nymphs with gills and sylphs with butterfly wings… and most of all, the circus troupes cosplaying Peter Perry.

Honestly, the quality is poor to say the least.

It seems that it was decorated with makeup technology from the end of the 19th century, but the gap with specialized future technology is unavoidable.

At least, I barely recognized it with the fairy school uniform that Bentley Publishing had drawn as an illustration.

More than that, the problem is, why are you decorating our kids so hard with such technology? I asked Bentley again.

“Mr. Bentley.”

“Yes, yes. Writer.”

“Is that what the publishing house did?”

“It can’t be. We are a publishing house that is just starting to come back to life. There is no such ability.”

Mr. Bentley told me a shocking story.

“Your wife, Princess Mary of Teck, now the Duchess of York, is your favorite reader. I guess that’s how it is.”

“…that high-ranking princess?”

“Since they are high-ranking people, wouldn’t they be more immersed in innocence? I also sent you a fan letter, did you not read it?”

How do you find and read one of them? I was dumbfounded, so I shook my head and sighed.

“So you set up fairies as carriage attendants for your wedding parade?”

“Yes, what is it? Hee hee, actually, it’s children’s literature that represents Britain now, so what’s wrong with it being used at the wedding of the British royal family?”

I’m Korean, you f*cking Yeonggili pirates.

It is shocking to see the behavior of Yeonggil-ri pirates who arbitrarily set up a foreigner as their representative.

“So the publisher didn’t know at all?”

“Of course not. What do we hear about that? It goes into a royal event, too.”

That’s right.

I licked my lips and nodded.

This is an era where the concept of intellectual property rights has not yet been properly established.

It’s not an individual cosplay, it’s a large-scale event, so if it was the 21st century, I would have gotten permission from the publisher and a small thank-you fee.

But since I’m a royal family, that’s not possible.

It’s a waste, it’s a waste, if it was a royal wedding, I would have given them a lot of money.

······wait. In my head, I felt something, a screw or something, fitting and fitting into place.

“It’s a royal wedding.”

“Writer?”

“Um… no. Guy Go can’t use it like that already. But if it’s this guy…”

It feels like my head is spinning for the first time in a while.

I unconsciously took out the palm-sized notebook and fountain pen I had put in my inside pocket.

“Me, writer?”

“Leave it, Mr. Bentley.”

“Ha, but Mr. Miller. That nice view…”

square, square.

A fountain pen ran over the notebook like a flame. My wrists danced, and my eyes were immobilized as if nailed to the notebook.

“I’ve seen that, maybe two or three times.”

I heard Mr. Miller say something, but I didn’t hear it.

“I will see a good manuscript soon.”

My mind was already in the fairy forest with Peter.

***

On the other hand, it wasn’t just the strangers from the East in the distant future who were watching the scene.

The capital of the British Empire, the center of the City of London.

even deeper than that.

It’s not dark, but it’s a place that should be more intimate and secret than anywhere else. A hard-faced old lady dressed in a fancy dress moved the white queen and said.

“I eventually accepted it because my child likes it, but to be honest, I still don’t like it.”

check.

The king was in front of the queen’s path that had beheaded the knight. The middle-aged noble nodded and moved his phone to block his path.

“It can’t be helped because the parties like it.”

“That is the problem. Tsk, if you want to like it, aren’t there many masterpieces that are valuable in terms of literature and will go down in history? But these days, kids are detectives or fairies…”

“hahahaha, it’s because they are young people who are in full bloom.”

The nobleman broke into a cold sweat and said.

It wasn’t just because the white knight put the phone away, and the king’s life was threatened again.

It was because he was afraid that, as a result of a single wrong word, he would eventually withdraw from the wedding in full swing just because the old lady in front of him was upset.

He is a person who can commit such a violent act and still remain, and even then, he is a person who will not change the color of his face.

Seeing such an opponent, the old lady gave a light snort and said.”

“Don’t be too anxious. The reason I didn’t change the princess is because I know that Mary is a true and beautiful child.”

“Your last name is ruined.”

Her Majesty the Queen.

The father of the bride, Duke Franz von Teck, gulps down and sees a living natural disaster right in front of his eyes, a self-respecting supreme. I looked at the complexion of Queen Victoria.

Meanwhile, with his hand, he hid the king behind the bishop to avoid danger.

The Queen snorted again.

“Mary agreed to hold the wedding in a hurry because she was heartbroken, but from now on, for the sake of the prestige of the royal family, you will have to stop acting like this immature stubbornness.”

“I will tell my daughter firmly.”

“Good.”

The moment he said that, the white bishop of the queen, who was looking for an opportunity from afar, approached in an instant and grabbed the black king. Franz swallowed.

As expected, I was just playing around, trying to make time for a conversation…

“Go now. This grandmother is busy with public works and cannot see her grandson’s wedding, but as a father of a daughter, she should hold the bride’s hand.”

“The grace of the Holy Spirit is like the river.”

Duke Franz quickly lowered his head and left the Queen’s room as if he were running away.

Queen Victoria, who was watching this, clicked her tongue and said.

“It’s because the great man who will become the national official of the British Empire is so stupid.”

Of course, that’s why he was chosen as an in-law, but… Queen Victoria snapped her hand and ordered her to ring the bell.

One was to organize the chess board, and the other.

“Long live the queen. Did you call me?”

The man who entered the room as if taking turns with Duke Teck was wearing a navy uniform, but his name was not listed in the Royal Navy’s military register.

No, his name would not be on any family register in the world.

“What happened to the inquiry?”

“Yes, as previously reported, Jin Hanslo must be Asian.”

The man approached the queen and posted some pictures.

The photo was black and white, but it was quite recognizable that the person in it had a bone shape unique to Asians.

Originally, Bentley Publishing and Christie’s, and before that, Amsterdam in the Netherlands or Paris in France. Art dealer Frederick Miller’s servant or employee, the unusual Cooley itself, had his face sold without knowing it. It’s just that he’s not famous because his name isn’t worth knowing.

Queen Victoria muttered dissatisfiedly, resting her chin on her face.

“Tsk. Too bad. At best, Japonesque (a Japanese style popular in the West) was pushed out, but… Anyway, do the upper classes in this country have no intention of loving their own culture?”

Even though I was born and raised in Germany. No, even more so, Queen Victoria was well aware of the power of culture.

People are relieved by what they know well, what they have seen a lot, and their heart goes.

It is culture to say that it is lumped together.

However, the culture and art of the country she rules, England, to be honest, is much lacking compared to Germany or France.

Music, art, philosophy… Of course, the most serious thing is cooking.

Literature is a field that can be said to be somewhat pioneering.

Shakespeare, Jane Austen, George Gordon Byron, William Blake…

So the Queen, knowingly or unwittingly, has been trying to maintain the high literary power by supporting a theater company or sponsoring an opera house.

London was also the place where the serial novel culture blossomed because the efforts were fruitful.

Of course, because of that, the Royal Society of Literature and popular literature are having a fight on a fictional day, but that’s a sign of prosperity, so let’s get over it.

By the way, the most popular writer in that important literature is Japanese…

“It’s really pitiful.”

Queen Victoria sighed, but the man reporting the report shook his head.

“I think you can rest assured about that. your majesty.”

“What do you mean?”

“As a result of cross-examination in various ways, we have found that Hanslo Jin is not from Japan, and that his lineage is far from Japan.”

“Then aren’t you Chinese from Hong Kong?”

“Even in the Hong Kong community in the East End, I didn’t get much information. Anthropologists have also testified that they are too tall and fair-skinned to be from Japan or China.”

So, where the hell did you grow up from? Victoria frowned as she tried to guess the identity of the coolie, who seemed to have fallen from the sky.

‘Could it be, is it really a half-elf?’

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can it be

Thinking she was too tired, Victoria shook her head.

“If you will, I will arrest him and torture him in order to reveal his identity…”

“There is no need for that.”

The Queen shook her head and said.

It’s a bit disappointing that you’re not British, but if you’re from a country you’ve never heard of, neither Japanese nor Chinese, you don’t need to be very wary.

“What’s the use of a weak and small country that even you guys don’t even know about? We, the British Empire, are not that weak.”

The British Empire, like today’s rock, had the national power to do so. Queen Victoria was so confident that she bit the man.

The man seemed to think so as well, so instead of saying more, he just lowered his head and withdrew.

Left alone, the queen took out a book brought by her new granddaughter from the living room.

“Peter Perry and the Fairy Forest”.

“Anyway, kids these days.”

Even as she spoke, the queen slowly turned over the bookmark.

A book with short sentences that is easy to read even when old is really rare in this era.