How a Hero Lives as a Writer

57 – Aucklia’s Festival (3)

I asked Reina for her understanding, and decided to stop by the store to talk about Lady’s publication.

When we arrived at Sanghoe, we were shown to the largest drawing room owned by the editorial department, as always.

“Is this the Sanghoe publishing house?”

“Eh. Is this your first time?”

“Yes. It feels like this….”

Raina looked around her while drinking tea made by a store employee.

“It was a small room when I visited before.”

I said that and looked at Sir Louis.

Sir Louis nodded his head with a feeling of nostalgia, as if he had sensed something.

“….”

Reina looked at me with a dazed expression, and then she drank tea as if nothing had happened.

Did he have something to say?

“When I first came here, the reaction was quite funny.”

“Is that so?”

“I didn’t have this artifact back then.”

That was already a year ago.

“I am surprised to see a dark-haired alien suddenly appearing.”

“Whoops.”

As we were talking about the editorial department, Emma entered the room with documents in her arms.

Ms. Emma greeted us before taking her seat, and when our eyes met Sir Louis, she seemed to stiffen slightly.

Anyway, it felt like Sir Louis was still having a hard time.

“Welcome, writer.”

“Long time no see, Emma.”

“Did you come to me about your work?”

Emma said that and, as usual, handed over a piece of paper with the current status of funds in my account written on it.

I took the paper and set it aside.

Because now the story about the work is more important than this.

“I’m here to schedule the publication of Lady Volume 6.”

“Oh, are you planning to start writing the 7th volume?”

“Yes, I will.”

When I bring up the story of her writing, Emma reacts like Helena.

But today, he just scratched his cheek as if he was a little awkward.

Is there something wrong?

“The editor-in-chief said that if the writer visits, he will inform me that the publication will be in March.”

“March?”

Is it true that the editorial staff has been urging when the next volume will come out?

“Publishing is difficult in winter.”

“Ah….”

It’s like this ‘medieval’ fantasy.

“Can I receive the manuscript for Volume 6 in advance?”

“Yes, I will bring it to you tomorrow.”

“No. We will send our company’s personnel.”

Then it’s fine with me.

“Whoa.”

Still, since volume 7 deals with the story of the second semester, it seems that there will be no problem even if the publication time is slightly delayed.

The circumstances of comics are similar to those of novels, so I guess I will have to concentrate on writing for the time being.

To write the hero’s story, I have to wait for karma to accumulate, and I have to hold talks with the Tribal Alliance….

Your business is over.

Let’s drink all the tea we gave you and go home.

As I was about to drink tea with that thought in mind, Reina glanced at the paper she had put away in a corner.

I shove the paper over to Reina.

“Ah….”

Reina blushed as if she was a little embarrassed, and she carefully lifted her paper from her table.

She then looked at her paper with a blank expression.

Sir Lewis nodded his head slightly knowingly.

“I will go now.”

When I said that and stood up, Reina started to panic.

She seemed unsure of what to do with the paper she was holding in her hand.

I took the paper from Reina, set it down on her table, and took her hand leisurely.

“Escort, lady.”

“… Yes.”

Reina shook her head slightly and nodded slightly.

I couldn’t see her expression because she had her head down, but it felt quite embarrassing.

“Take a look!”

After receiving Emma’s farewell and leaving her room, Reina let out a sigh.

Anyway, Raina seems to be a little weak in such an unexpected situation.

ㅡ You aren’t particularly strong either, are you?

Isn’t it a bit different from Reina’s point of view?

ㅡ For example?

Won’t it look like an er~reun who acts calmly as if this is not a big deal?

ㅡ People who think like that are lazy?

The only person who can read my mind is Helena.

This is a natural illusion.

ㅡ Isn’t that a prankster?

“Where do you plan to go now?”

“Ummm… Since we have some time left, shall we go around and buy some snacks?”

When it comes to festivals, snacks are the rule of the day.

“It’s a pity that there is no cotton candy.”

“What is cotton candy?”

“Is it a mole….”

“Is that it again?”

“The national rule of the festival.”

If you think about it, you might be able to make cotton candy here….

– Yes?

The principle is simpler than you think.

If you ask Krueger to make it, it might be a little easier.

ㅡ I think you are more suited to being a businessman than a writer.

Oops….

Anyway, if I had to point out the problem, it would be that sugar is a luxury item, so it is difficult for the common people to buy it.

If it were sold to nobles entering the academy, I think it would be pretty cool.

“So what is cotton candy?”

“It is an object made by spinning sugar like a fine thread, like an insect making a cocoon. They are also called cloud snacks because they look like clouds.”

“Cloud snacks….”

Reina had an exciting look on her face.

“Should I ask Kruger to make it?”

“Can you make it here too?”

“The principle is simpler than you think.”

Raina seemed to want to taste cotton candy right away.

Sir Lewis is expecting quite a bit.

This must go to Kruger.

I decided to head to the riverside workshop where Kruger was groaning.

“Oh, let’s buy some bribes before we go. They might not do it for free.”

The cotton candy machine, even if it is a mechanical device, is highly unlikely to interest Kruger.

If you ask for something with your bare mouth, the response will come back to tell you to leave because you will surely be busy.

So I’m going to go buy some snacks for the three dwarves.

“You seem to have become very close.”

“Because they illegally occupy my room when I’m bored.”

Even if you don’t want to be close, you have no choice but to be friendly.

I stopped at a nearby inn and ordered a whole keg the size of my torso.

They said they would deliver it to the desired location for an additional fee, so I asked the three dwarves to deliver it to the workshop where the waterwheel was being installed.

Then the owner asked for a moment and called the waiter to carefully move the barrel.

As I was staring blankly at it, I heard a muffled conversation around me.

It feels like I’ve heard people say that this year is good or next year will be like….

ㅡ Do you want to hear it?

Can you tell me?

ㅡ It seems that business is going well this winter.

Ah, I guess it’s a pity that the festival will be held next year.

Now Aucklia is enjoying a kind of festival special.

However, this is a festival that also serves as a blessing to honor the hero.

It will be hard to look forward to next year.

ㅡ It must be a pity.

It would be nice if there were some events that would periodically liven up the winter season.

It’s a winter event….

Winter Olympics?

It’s kind of hard to expect that here.

I gave the innkeeper a generous tip and asked him to deliver the drink as soon as possible.

The innkeeper checked the money I handed over and showed his determination to finish the delivery before we arrived at the studio.

This is the taste of capitalism… !

“Let’s go buy snacks.”

“Yes.”

Skewered skewers will suffice.

***

“Bright! You do know something!”

Ha ha ha!

The three dwarves stopped what they were doing and started drinking, probably liking the bribe I brought.

We were also hungry after walking around a lot, so we decided to sit down and eat skewers.

“Stimulating yet delicious.”

Reina started eating the slightly cooled skewers as if they were delicious.

Seeing the way she took the meat off the skewer and dipped it with a fork, I felt that she had grown up with a lot of respect.

“Hmmm. So what do you want?”

As expected, I’ve known him for quite a while, so he’s quick-witted.

“To make a cotton candy machine.”

“Cotton candy machine?”

Kruger seemed to find the part called machine more interesting than the first word he heard of cotton candy.

As expected, besides alcohol, he seems interested only in metallurgy and machinery.

“The part using centrifugal force is the key….”

There is a gas burner underneath the sugar inlet of the cotton candy machine.

The sugar water, which has become liquid by this heat, gathers in a small tub under the round tub, and this tub rotates at high speed by being connected to an electric motor.

The liquid contained in the center is then adhered to the outer wall by the centrifugal force, and comes out through a small hole in the outer wall.

When it is exposed to air as it exits this narrow space, the liquid cools down rapidly and becomes a thin solid like a thread.

Stir it with wooden chopsticks and clump it together to make cotton candy.

At this level, the dwarves’ dexterity should suffice.

“Hmm… I know what the principle is.”

But I felt that it was not very interesting.

As expected….

“It’s the sum total of the skills I’ve learned so far.”

I don’t have a gas burner, so I need to make a rocket stove for cotton candy.

There are no electric motors here like Earth, so a steam engine must also be used to create constant rotation.

And I will also make a mechanical device that will generate rotational force using the power of the steam engine.

“It’s useless, but it’s fun, right?”

“Useless but fun… ?”

The three dwarves put down the grilled skewers they were holding in their hands and were deep in thought.

Useless but fun.

It felt like it had kindled a fire in their hearts.

“Oh, there are things called bicycles and parade cars as a bonus.”

“What is that?”

Now, let’s talk about everything that has happened and go.

For the first time in a while, I showed off my nonsensical drawing skills and drew a bicycle and a parade car.

Then the three dwarves responded that they were more interesting than the cotton candy machine.

“It’s simpler than I thought, but I’ve never thought about it. Water power or firepower is enough for power, and a wagon is more convenient for transporting people.”

That’s right.

However, it is dangerous if an accident occurs when a horse suddenly gets excited while pulling a parade car with a horse….

“Can I make it right away?”

“At this level, I could make it right away.”

Krueger jumped up from his seat and started drawing the blueprint.

Somehow, it felt like something came to mind.

Cotton candy machine, bicycle, and parade car can be solved with this, but what about the winter festival….

“It is quite late. We’ll go.”

“Mmm!”

The dwarves already seemed to have no regard for us.

We left the workshop quietly so as not to disturb them.

“Let’s go to the castle.”

“Yes.”

I took Rayna to the royal castle and returned to her house with Sir Louis.

“You have worked hard, Sir Louis.”

“No. Rest in peace.”

Now, I’m going to wash up, write a novel, and go to sleep.

While thinking that, I was about to get ready for a shower when I heard a child crying.

As I headed there because I wanted something, I saw a child holding onto her leg and crying, Marie with a puzzled expression, and the fishermen.

Are the children gathered over there from the monastery?

“What is it?”

“Ah, Mr. Bright!”

Listening to the story, it seems that a child who was injured after slipping on an ice sheet formed by melting snow in the yard is crying.

I looked back on what happened today while treating the child.

Ladies Volume 7, sports, winter, festivals, winter olympics, frozen watermill, ice….

Those things went through my head.

“Ah!”

“A writer?”

The sport that the people of Maple Country, which is famous for being very gentle, react more sensitively than politics!

ㅡ What is it?

Ah, that’s called “Ice hockey.”

With this, the concept of sports to be covered in Lady Volume 7 is over!