Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire

1894

“hahahaha! It is plunder!”

“Bring everything that makes money!”

The sky was covered with sighs.

“Aagh!”

“Sah, save people!”

“mom! mom!!”

The land where the village originally stood was full of fire and ashes.

“Chit, what is this necklace? There are jewels hanging from it. Uselessly!”

“Here is a box on the floor! Break it!”

“Oh, a rare card.”

“Please, I’ll do as you ask, that’s all!”

Even if people can continue their lives. There are innumerable ways to make people feel that they would be better off dead.

“Ah, heaven!”

The moment when the villagers were about to collapse in fear.

Shaaa!!

Suddenly, sword spirits soared from the sky. The sword spread like the wings of thunder, and was pierced by the thieves.

Kwaji Jik!!

“Aww!”

However, the blessings bestowed by the god of amusement are the same for all creatures.

Despite being hit by swordsmanship, none of the thieves died. I just lost my mind.

“What kind of guy are you!”

“If you’re curious, it’s natural to teach.”

The owner of the voice that was threatened, or rather young, approached in a hurry.

Three Knights. and one mage.

The swordsman, who fired his sword, said while pointing the gleaming sword in the shape of a dazzling X at the thief.

“You guys. How dare you plunder and harass good people…! Even if God forgives, I, Arthur Pendragon, will not!”

in the other hand.

The Number’s Card pulled from my chest before I knew it. The number 39 was flashing.

“Hey, duel with me!”

***

“Huh, Hoo-wook.”

David, a sophomore in Oxford University’s Department of Literature, leaned his back against the wall out of breath and looked around.

His body, which was not particularly slender by nature, was more swollen than usual.

No, it was a bit unnatural to say it was blowing. No matter how much weight you gain, you can’t gain weight so sharply between your belly and your breasts.

But he desperately lowered himself, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

Moving carefully as if he were carrying a basket of eggs, he finally escaped the dormitory and succeeded in infiltrating the college pub called ‘Eagle and Child’.

In the living room of the pub there were already comrades waiting for him impatiently.

David gasped, his face flushed red. Comrades asked him with nervous eyes.

“David, did you succeed?”

“I met Professor Jereil on the way.”

“Zeril?! sh*t!”

“That bastard, no way!?”

“okay.”

David smirked. And from the arms covered by the school uniform vest, he pulled out several books and magazines whose contents were clearly recognizable even though they were drenched in sweat.

“There’s no way that stupid old man would dare to notice my stomach.”

“I believed you, Jeenjang!”

“Oh, really, David!! You are the best!!”

David opened his arms for a moment and enjoyed the cheers of his comrades. But comrades checked the book first.

＜Temple Bar＞, ＜Weekly Temple＞. And above all… ＜King Arthur and the Knight of Mathematics＞.

They were also objects that are currently strictly prohibited by the Oxford University Department of Literature.

Oxbridge.

The UK’s best intellect and a place called the twins of an elite university.

It means a hotbed of aristocracy and elitism, and the literature department there has been rejecting magazine serial novels, including Charles Dickens, for being overly popular and sensational.

But even more so, Hanslo Jin!

The story is interesting, I admit.

However, isn’t he a writer who indiscriminately uses adjectives to dazzle readers on a topic that is simple in sentences and lacks aesthetic perfection?

Still, readers love his books.

Even the magazines that followed it were on the verge of springing up, so it was natural for professors to become angry and designate the serialized magazines themselves as prohibited items within the department.

Extremely hard-line conservatives like Professor Jereil even made abusive remarks, saying, “It is a joke and consumption that can never be called literature.”

However, if you don’t do it, it’s a person’s physiology that makes you want to do it even more.

Even more so, it came from the conservative judgment of adults, and if the target is a high-spirited student, there is no need to say the result.

“From now on, this is literature.”

So the new generation of students formed the Secret Literary Society.

To rescue and reform the literature of this British Empire from its tyrannical old ways.

David picked up ＜King Arthur and the Knight of Mathematics＞ as if he was ecstatic.

Like Peter Perry, this was also a wonderful novel.

Unlike ＜Alice in Wonderland＞, which was difficult to understand when I was young, this book made perfect sense.

Some said that the story was monotonous and the narrative was too easy, but wasn’t this book originally intended for college students to read?

This is ‘enlightenment’.

From noble mtl dot com

Efforts to break the prejudice that knowledge is difficult and spread knowledge that is easier to understand.

That was felt in ＜Articles of Mathematics＞.

David muttered in rapture, shaking his body with clenched fists.

“What is the meaning of words that cannot move people’s hearts? What’s the difference between writing that people can’t read and graffiti? Old-fashioned old people, just masturbate to each other. We write, read, and enjoy writing that can be read by everyone!”

“David, shut up and read.”

“If you have time to write a long story, read it quickly and skip it!!”

“That’s too much, really.”

David clicked his tongue and opened the book as his comrades said.

Well, it’s because you have to read the book first to be able to reform.

And he soon started to smile with a relaxed face.

Originally, Hanslo Jin’s novels were certainly difficult to see as good in their sentences.

But now, in this work in collaboration with Lewis Carroll, that shortcoming has been completely eliminated.

Because he is the magician of the language that is said to be the best no matter what anyone says.

Even so, the wit that pops out in the middle, the witty lines, and above all, the battle scenes that make your hands sweat and the characters you can immerse yourself in still captivate him.

Also, these two are geniuses.

David sincerely thought so.

This was an idea shared by readers in London as well as in Oxford’s department of literature.

***

1894.

This year, which is famous for the Donghak peasant movement in Korean history, there were many small but minor things in England.

A military alliance was concluded between the French Third Republic and the Russian Empire, for which the Liberal Gladstone retired from politics, and Archibald Primrose, Count of Rosebery, of the same party took office as the 48th Prime Minister.

In the inland city of Manchester, a canal was opened and connected directly to the Irish Sea, and it was also this year that London’s famous Tower Bridge was opened.

It means that it has been quite busy.

thus.

Even if a well-known detective novel writer worked hard to write a historical novel, it means that no one was very interested.

“why!!”

Hardinge Giffard roared.

The dignity of the Marquis of Hallsbury seemed to have been beaten long ago.

why? Why are things not working out like this?

“Arthur Conan Doyle, you idiot!! Didn’t I say it would be a masterpiece!! He said he would definitely forget about Sherlock Holmes and everything!!”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t well written…”

“Of course it was written well!! Admit it!!”

that makes me even more angry

Hardinge Giffard could not comprehend it.

It was certain that it was an excellent historical novel that even he had no choice but to admit, while being somewhat entertaining, it was much more delicate and literary than Sherlock Holmes.

Our Royal Society of Literature also provided all necessary support as requested, and thanks to that, it was a novel with sufficient educational value through ridiculously detailed historical research.

But it failed.

No, it didn’t just fail, it sold much less than the previous ones.

A new novel by Hanslo Jean in collaboration with Lewis Carroll and The Metamorphosis. This is because ＜King Arthur and the Knight of Mathematics＞ had a bigger impact on parents and students with children.

Even among the aristocrats, people who bought the book without hesitation at the word ‘I can teach math comfortably to children!’

Of course, there were also internal problems before external factors.

“Well, rumor has it that fans of ＜Sherlock Holmes＞ boycotted it…”

“Damn it…”

Why?

Hardinge Giffard couldn’t quite understand.

After all, isn’t the public supposed to just read books when writers throw them at them?

No, even if it wasn’t because of conceding 100 times, the writer wrote a better article with better writing skills.

Of course, I couldn’t know that the noble Marquis of Hallsbury was a ‘fan heart’.

They didn’t understand it, so they were making porridge. As with all things in the world, there is no law that says that a good product will unconditionally prosper.

However, if you knew your mistake.

Was he still a member of the judiciary?

Originally, as people get older, they have no choice but to be more aware of their position rather than what they did wrong.

It was the same with Hardinge Giffard, so he was able to quickly catch the atmosphere around him.

‘This is the last time.’

It was a shame that it wasn’t Gifard himself who came up with this idea.

If he had come up with the idea of recruiting Arthur Conan Doyle first, he would have had to be kicked out of the position, including the responsibility for the idea.

But fortunately, he was not the initiator.

Fortunately, the Literary Society, which is more like a gathering of writers without a clear opposition, did not impeach Giffard, saying, ‘Doesn’t you have the same responsibility for accepting it?’

So, the Marquis of Hallsbury was able to escape responsibility by sabotaging only the Literary Society member who had made the proposal.

…There was, but that was only a postponement.

‘If I slip just one more time here…’

The place can be really dangerous.

Of course, the conservative forces of the literary society he planted hard will not go anywhere.

Even without him, they will attack Hanslo Jin, denounce the failure of Arthur Conan Doyle, and defend the purity of English and American literature.

But what’s the point if no one knows it’s his achievement?

Hardinge Giffard couldn’t bear to see it.

The achievement must be your own. must!

Thinking so, he showed off his old age.

“I can’t do it.”

“Wow, what are you talking about? President.”

“There’s no way there’s a clean guy under the sky.”

Hardinge Gifard’s dark eyes shone.

He was originally an elder with a name in the legal world, and many of his acquaintances were in positions of higher authority than in the literary world.

“I will file a complaint with the Treasury against Bentley Press for tax evasion.”

“Are you riding?”

“Z, what about the evidence? Do you have any proof?”

“It’s enough when the evidence comes out!! There’s no way there’s a guy who doesn’t come out even dust after shaking it off!!”

“Yeah, but that’s the case…”

“I will tell you clearly!!”

An old judge who couldn’t stand his anger.

Hardinge Gifard vomited as if he were about to vomit.

“My, before I die! Let these damn novels be erased from the literary history of the British Empire!!”