How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World

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Cecily, with a wine glass in one hand, was looking this way with her eyes wide open. Why is she here when she should be by Rina’s side? It seems that her business was almost over.

In the meantime, Edin opened his eyes slightly wide when Cecily appeared and asked so quietly.

“…Princess Cecily?”

“Ah.” It was only then that Cecily noticed Edin’s presence and began to formally greet him.
“Hello.
My name is Cecily Drat Aicilia Bean, the princess of Helium.
Please call me Cecily if you feel comfortable with it.”

“I-I am the eldest son of Count Signer’s family, Edin Mavi Signer.
It is an honor to meet the heir of Helium.”

Edin’s gaze dropped momentarily at her polite greeting, then he bowed according to protocol.
That must have been his gaze going to her chest.
When you see him stuttering to the end, it’s obvious.

So you’re a man, too. To be honest, if you saw Cecily now, you would have been drawn to her regardless of gender.

“Nice to meet you too.
By the way…” Cecily, who spoke, looked at me and then asked Edin, “May I ask what happened to Isaac?”

“Oh, well… He had a little too much of the wine.”

“I didn’t drink much, so that’s…” My pronunciation was a little slurred. Don’t worry though.
My head is a little dizzy, but I’m fine. Maybe.

“Hmph.”

Cecily examined my condition and raised the corners of her mouth, making a faint nasal sound.
My vision was blurry, but I could make out the smile that came out whenever her playfulness was triggered.
It made me feel a little uneasy.

As soon as I saw it, I reflexively took a step back.
Cecily quickly grabbed my wrist before I could do so and turned to Edin.

“If you’ll excuse me, do you mind if I take Isaac with me?”

“Huh?”

“Is that okay?”

Say it’s not okay. Hey.
But Edin betrayed my expectations.

He looked back and forth between me and Cecily, then accepted with a shy expression.

“I don’t mind… But instead, please don’t let him drink any more wine.
I’m afraid this will get him into trouble.”

“Sure.
Let’s go, Isaac.”

“Ugh…” In the end, I had no choice but to move my feet, guided by Cecily’s hand.
I focused my remaining nerves on the wine glass, lest I accidentally drop it.

Of course, I didn’t forget to say goodbye to Edin before I left.
My pronunciation was a bit slurred, but my intentions were conveyed and Edin, worried about me, told me to drink in moderation. I told you I’m not drunk.

The next place we arrived at, led by Cecily, was a table with various foods.
As soon as Cecily arrived at the table, she softly asked the waiter who was waiting with the wine.

“Can you get us some more wine, please?”

“Of course, my beautiful lady.”

“Then Isaac, you take a drink first.”

“Ah, sure…”

Following Cecily’s words, the waiter brought out clean wine glasses and poured the wine neatly.
It was not a purple wine, but a deep red wine.

I noticed that it was different from the wine I had drunk so far and asked the waiter.
My pronunciation was so twisted that I slurred like a mollusk.
“Is this mousse wine?”

“It’s Red Kali.
Unlike Alcione, it’s more sour.”

“Try it once.
It’s delicious.
Before that…” Cecily sipped the last of the wine and handed the glass to the waiter.
Without saying anything, the waiter poured more wine into an empty glass.

The color of the wine and Cecily’s dress were similar, now that I think about it.
A dazzling beauty holding a glass of wine similar to the color of her dress in one hand.
When viewed in this light, it appeared to be a painting.

As I stared blankly at her figure, Cecily smiled.
An alluring voice dug into my ears as she said to me, “I heard that in the human world, there is a culture of clinking glasses before drinking.
Is it called a toast?”

“Originally, the dwarves did it first…”

In my previous life, it was a culture that happened by chance, but here it was a culture that was created by humans after following the dwarves.
That’s a fact that I learned by accident while reading various history books.

However, many people mistake toasting for human culture, because the number of humans is overwhelming and the dwarves don’t care.

“Huh? I had no idea.”

“As for the demons… do you have a toast that you do?”

“There’s something similar.
We raise the glass slightly.
It’s like a tribute to honor a kindred who met a sad fate.
That’s why we don’t do it often on such a joyous day.”

“I see…” I nodded and lowered my head slightly.

Conversing with Cecily like this, I learned new characteristics of the demons that I could not find in the books.

Last time, I learned what stroking a demon’s horn meant, and I also learned that a demon’s ‘inner evil’ grows stronger with each cycle.
So these little details…

“…that would be nice…” Could it be because I was drunk? The words slipped out of my mouth.

Fortunately, I had my head lowered and murmured softly, so all Cecily could hear was…

“…write it down… Isaac?”

No.
Even though I was embarrassed, I raised my head for a moment and faced her.
“…Huh?”

“Shall we make a toast?” Cecily smiled brightly and held out her glass of wine, inviting me to join her.
I could see the red liquid swirling in the glass.

In my mind, I knew I shouldn’t drink anymore, but my body was already moving.
I’m not sure if it was because I hadn’t had a drink in a while, but despite Edin’s warning, I wanted to drink more.

Clink-

As we clinked our glasses, a clear and pleasant sound was heard.
Cecily grinned and raised her glass to her lips as soon as she made the toast.

I also brought it to my mouth to drink the wine.
Then, a reddish liquid gradually flowed into my mouth.

“Ugh…” I trembled.
Just like the waiter explained, unlike Alcione, it was more sour than sweet.
A less sour lemon flavor, I judged.

“Isaac.”

While I was still reeling from the sour taste in my mouth, Cecily called my name.
I managed to open my mouth, despite feeling like I was about to snap.
“Yes…noona…”

“There’s something I’ve been wondering about, do you mind if I ask?”

“What is it…?”

My vision now was more than blurry, it was hazy.
In addition, the voices of the murmuring people and the music of the band was deafening, echoing in my ears.
But strangely enough, I could hear Cecily’s question clearly.

“Do you like to write?”

(End of chapter………… Thank you for reading……………)