Ending Maker Episode 466
SS #39 Built Vine Heroes Begins (2)
If I were to summarize the content that filled one sheet of paper in one line, it would be as follows:
-I’d like to meet you in person.
Kamael furrowed his brows.
Let’s meet in person.
Let’s meet in person and talk.
Kamael, who grew up being treated unfairly since childhood because he was born an illegitimate child, was able to immediately understand the context between the lines.
‘Are you suggesting we sign a contract?’
So that it can be published officially.
Do you really think that you would send such a long letter just to see my face?
Kamael frowned a little more.
To be honest, quite honestly, it’s not like I couldn’t have imagined this situation at all.
I’ve had similar fantasies before, like after checking to see if Lena or Fran was around, or before falling asleep alone.
What if they ask me to sign a contract right now?
What happens when the book comes out?
What if it sells so well that it becomes a bestseller?
When royalties come in, what do you use them for?
etc.
Kamael’s expression softened.
I calmed down the corners of my mouth that were about to rise without me knowing, and then glanced around.
I had already spread the word and made sure there was no one around, but I was still wondering if there was anything.
‘Lena isn’t here.’
And there’s no Fran either.
After confirming that there were no two people of interest, Kamael read the publisher’s letter once more, took a deep breath, and quickly made a decision.
‘Okay, let’s go.’
It was a manuscript that had already been written and an opportunity that had already arisen.
He was planning to join the Order of the Holy Cross to pursue the demon followers, including Manuela, so it would be okay to think of it as his last breath before entering into a long and fierce war.
“Phew.”
Kamael folded the letter neatly and hid it in his bosom, let out a long breath, and soon a small, shy smile appeared on his face that only Landius could barely recognize.
* * *
Bloody Dawn Publishing was just an ordinary publishing company, without any history or tradition to boast about, let alone any bestsellers.
The main publishing genre was entertainment novels such as heroic tales and love stories – a category called popular novels.
Kelly, who is the editor, planner, and vice president of Bloody Dawn Publishing, sat down in a cafe early and flipped through the manuscript she brought in her bag.
It was a manuscript from a new writer I was meeting with today.
To be honest, it wasn’t a very well-written manuscript.
There were quite a few awkward sentences and inscriptions here and there, and the descriptions felt somewhat lacking.
But it was also a piece of writing that strangely caught my attention.
Should I say that it is especially realistic?
As I read, I got the feeling that it was more like an essay that calmly expressed first-hand experience rather than a novel created from imagination.
‘It can’t be an essay, though.’
The main character was a fraudulent character who was too ridiculous to be called an essay.
He is handsome, cool, has a good personality, is generous, has outstanding talent, and comes from a good family.
But the women’s problem is clean.
He was loved by most of the people he knew from the beginning, and even new people he met soon fell in love with or liked the protagonist.
Of course, this kind of protagonist was not uncommon.
Rather, the protagonists of entertainment novels generally had this tendency.
The female characters in male-oriented novels were all heroines or heroine candidates if they were pretty, and the male characters in female-oriented novels were all cool, handsome, talented, and from good families, but when they stood in front of the ‘ordinary’ protagonist, they were all at a loss, weak, and begged for love.
‘Yes, he is the main character of a novel.’
There’s no way such a person exists in reality.
In any case, it wasn’t a one-of-a-kind masterpiece, but it was definitely a good piece of work.
‘So let’s sign the contract today and publish it right away.’
The bag contained more than just manuscripts.
There were a lot of contracts ready to be handed out anytime, anywhere.
‘By the way, it’s almost time to come.’
It was when Kelly, who had put down her teacup, looked at the pocket watch she had taken out of her bosom.
The door opened with a jingle, accompanied by a little murmur.
Why is that?
Kelly looked up, closing the lid of her pocket watch, and could tell right away.
Because some crazy guy came into the cafe.
‘Is he really crazy?’
The neat suit was stylish and fit well, but the problem was above the shoulders.
A black, plain mask with only eye holes.
That’s right.
The man was wearing a mask.
It wasn’t just a mask, it was a long, large black mask with a cloth attached, probably intended to hide the hair.
You’re not even at a masquerade ball, you’re just walking around on the street?
Needless to say, he was crazy.
‘Let’s pretend we don’t know.’
There’s nothing good about making eye contact with a crazy person.
But that couldn’t be done.
Because that crazy guy came this way.
‘No, why are you coming to me? Wait, no way?’
That was exactly it.
Because the crazy guy standing in front of him spoke in a uselessly cool voice.
“Is that Kelly of the Bloody Dawn?”
The murmur of the surroundings suddenly grew louder.
‘Oh, shit.’
I wanted to say no.
No, I wish you had at least clearly stated that it was Kelly from Bloody Dawn ‘Publishing House’.
Kelly Rani of the Bloody Dawn.
I’ve always thought the company name was a bit embarrassing, but at this moment, I really wanted to strangle Ian, the CEO who named the company, my husband, and my childhood friend.
“Isn’t that Kelly of the Bloody Dawn?”
Kelly, startled again by the uselessly cool voice above her head, tried hard to suppress her scream and spoke urgently.
“Oh, that’s right. This is Kelly from Bloody Dawn Publishing.”
It seemed as if the emphasis on purpose was worth it, as she heard voices around her saying ‘Ahh’ as if they understood(?), but at the same time, small laughter was heard, which made Kelly’s face turn even redder.
‘If the brand value is bad and I go back, I will change the company name. I will definitely change it.’
That was when Kelly made her decision.
“You lack manners.”
“Huh? Oh. Sorry. Please sit down.”
Kelly, who still reacted reflexively to the low and cool voice of the man, jumped up from her seat and said.
In any case, it was Kelly who was at fault for calling people over and making them stand there blankly.
“……i get it.”
The man took a seat across from Kelly, and Kelly thought.
‘Are you a crazy concept junkie?’
The mask is like that, and the way he speaks is like that.
It’s definitely cool, but it also includes a voice that seems to have been lowered on purpose.
‘He’s crazy.’
But I understood.
To begin with, it was rare to find a normal person among the writers on this floor.
‘Of course, it seems a bit too much among them.’
If he was truly crazy, he might have to reconsider the contract.
But it was also true that it was not yet time to jump to conclusions.
So Kelly spoke in the elegant voice of a seasoned editor, planner, and vice president.
“Hello again. I’m Kelly, Vice President of Bloody Dawn Publishing.”
“… … It’s Sanudil.”
The man who spoke softly ordered a black coffee from the clerk who approached him, and instead of asking how the masked man was going to drink his coffee, Kelly began to talk about the work in earnest.
* * *
April 19th.
When Kamael returned from his outing, he took out a book from the paper bag he was carrying in his arms.
‘Builtwein Heroes’ Volume 1 – The Beginning of the Adventure.’
Kamael carefully touched the gold letters engraved on the red cover, looked around once more, and smiled slightly.
It was a life where I only looked at swords my whole life.
The nickname ‘Geomgwi’ itself seemed to clearly reveal his life up until now.
For the first time in my life, I created something other than a sword.
It also contains the story of the beloved Landius.
Kamael felt his heart pounding again.
I wanted to show it to someone and hear their thoughts.
‘Especially Landius.’
How would that friend react if he saw this story?
Should I laugh heartily like always?
Should I tell you that it’s fun?
I was curious.
I wanted to show you.
But that couldn’t be done.
This story was the story of Landius and Kamael themselves, so if Landius, of all people, were to see it, he might be able to see through the truth.
‘Let’s be patient.’
If Landius finds out, the two people who should never be known – Lena and Fran – will also learn the truth.
No, because it was clear that Kamael himself would die of embarrassment and shame before that.
But it was at that very moment.
“Builtvine Heroes? Kamael, do you see things like this?”
Lena, who had come up right next to me, tilted her head and asked.
When did it come?
Did you even use Blink?
No it wasn’t.
It was Kamael’s own fault.
I was so absorbed in the book that I didn’t notice Lena’s presence.
“Kamael?”
“… … Sometimes. As a pastime.”
“Heh.”
Lena let out a small noise as if surprised by the answer that seemed to have been squeezed out, and Kamael tried hard to maintain a calm expression.
It’s embarrassing.
It’s embarrassing.
And at the same time, I was a little angry.
Something like this.
What’s wrong with this?
It’s a pretty good story.
Huh? What.
“Would you like to read it?”
Kamael, slightly agitated, spoke without realizing it, and immediately regretted it.
But Lena showed an unexpected reaction.
“Oh, is that okay? Wasn’t it something you just bought?”
“… … I plan to read it after training.”
“Uh… … Then I’ll read it. I just wanted to rest my head a bit.”
“……okay.”
Kamael, who had handed over the Biltvine Heroes Chronicles to Lena, hurriedly walked away.
I was afraid that Lena would hear my heart pounding.
And an hour later.
Kamael, who had been swinging his sword in the courtyard to calm his mind, paused for a moment and narrowed his eyes.
Because Lena, sitting on the living room sofa, was reading the Bildwein Chronicles.
What kind of expression will he be making?
Suddenly curious, Kamael took a cautious step forward, and soon he was able to see Lena’s very serious side profile.
‘What part are you reading?’
That was the moment when Kamael lowered his gaze towards the book.
“Oh, Kamael is here?”
Lena raised her head, and Kamael remained silent for a moment.
Then Lena pointed to the half-read book and said:
“Can I finish reading this…? It’s so interesting.”
“… … Okay.”
When Kamael gave permission, Lena thanked him and began turning the pages again.
And that’s why Lena couldn’t see.
Not only did Kamael’s cheeks turn bright red, but his usually blunt lips formed a pleasing curve.
* * *
“I decided to become a fan of the Built Vine Heroes. I already bought the entire series.”
Twenty years later.
Lena spoke with her eyes sparkling, her face still beautiful, elegant and lovely, and Kamael answered in a strained voice.
“… …Are you trying to kill me?”
“Why, I’m a loyal reader. I’m a real fan, author. If I send you a fan letter, will you accept it? And sign it for me? Okay?”
Lena, who was hugging Kamael’s arm, said with a playful charm.
How many people on the continent know that the noble Archangel Lena can act this way?
No, in the first place, how many people does Lena have to show off her cuteness to?
Landius and Kamael.
There were just the two of them.
But instead of smiling pleasantly or feeling honored, Kamael looked down at his demon sister with a wicked smile on her pretty face with cold eyes, and soon, as befitting a swordsman, he came up with a deadly countermeasure.
“The next story will feature Jaina as the main character.”
“uh?”
Jaina.
The true heroine of Builtvine’s Heroes Chronicles.
A character modeled after Lena Einsberg.
“Look forward to it.”
Kamael, who had spoken briefly, immediately used his mysterious magic to distance himself from Lena.
If you’ve been caught anyway, don’t hide it, but rather use it as a counterattack.
Jaina’s story.
Now, this is the story of a character who knows very well that Lena herself is a model.
But wait, wait.
And to expect that in a situation where they were just having fun.
“Kama… … El?”
Lena called out with some anxiety and caution, but Kamael did not answer or look back. Instead, he just hurried his steps even further.
“Kamael!”
Kamael began to use his divine powers to run away, as if trying to avoid Lena who was trying to catch up with him using Blink.
With a small smile, but not a full smile on her face.
The Sword Demon Kamael.
Author Sanudil.
Kamael smiled again.
No, I burst out laughing, even if it was just a little.
While avoiding Lena’s pursuit, I wrote a new story on the manuscript paper in my head.
fin
“Hey, is this me?”
When asked by Natasha, the first new female friend he had made in a long time in his life, and the second after Lena, Kamael lifted his coffee cup instead of answering right away, took a sip, and spoke in the same uselessly cool voice that Kelly had once praised.
“well.”
“No, well, well, what do you mean? I think this is right for me.”
A new blonde haired character appearing in the Builtvine Heroes Chronicles.
First of all, the fact that the character’s name was ‘Tanya’ was a sure thing.
But Kamael still drank his coffee with a shameless face, neither confirming nor denying, and Natasha eventually snickered and started turning the pages of the book again with curious eyes.
fin
