Excuse me, Liam.
Do you know this is a terrible thing?
Did the writer ask you to bring the manuscript back?
Even so, how the hell did you get through my door?
How did you come into my room (not right in front of the door!) and the desk right next to the bed, hiding your presence? How did you open the library on the desk without giving a single hint?
I'm extremely sensitive. I wake up to the sound of water dripping. How the hell did you break in when the windows were tightly closed? Why are you playing this kind of trick?
You've probably been living on that handsome face, haven't you? If you think women will like this, you're mistaken. At least I'm not funny at all.
Please return my manuscript as soon as possible. Not coming into my room and returning it. Please return this letter to my hand right after you read it.
I can't talk well when I'm angry. That's why I'm writing it down like this is what I'm saying. Hurry up and explain why you did this. And apologize to me. Or I'll report you.
Cordelia Gray
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Dear Miss Cordelia Grey,
First of all, thank you for revealing your name.
You're really bold.
Secondly, I don't know what you're talking about.
Are you parasitic in my room, Miss Cordelia Gray?
Did I trespass into your room?
This is definitely my room. The Kingdom of Windsorton, our King Adelaide, and our King Edmund will prove it (the Arry Palace's room assignment is his responsibility). He's a good guy.
On the sixth night of the sixth moon of the year 1314,
Archie Albert, the inhabitant of this room.
* * *
To Miss Cordelia Gray again.
I read the letter you sent one more time.
You think I sneaked into your room and opened the bookcase on the desk right next to the bed and took what was in it.
It's ridiculous.
The desk is right next to the bed.
Your employer is out of his mind. Why on earth did you arrange the furniture like that? If you can't afford to put your desk in another room, I recommend that you take a big step away from your bed immediately.
There's one more crazy thing, and I was thinking the same thing as you.
There is a bookshelf on the desk far away from my room (which looks like a dot from my bed). I opened the box to put in the book I was reading yesterday and found your note and manuscript in it. I thought you sneaked into my room and put them in.
What do you think, do you get it?
Miss Cordelia Gray, I think we live in different rooms, but we share one thing. Do you happen to have a bookcase on your desk made of dark wood like mine, with gold ornaments on each corner and small chain designs in the middle?
I think this box was a little bit of a prank on us. This box allows us to correspond as we do now.
Once I've sorted things out like this, I'm getting more and more curious about you.
Who are you?
How did you get this box?(I just stole it from the monastery.)
What the hell is this manuscript you sent me?
Why is it that the affairs of our House of Windsorton are written in such detail?
I hate annoying and serious work, but I couldn't resist the curiosity and wrote a long letter. Now I'll put my pen down and wait for the day when your answer comes into the box.
P.S. Your letter also shows some deep insight. It's true that I just trusted my handsome face and lived carelessly.
On the sixth night of the sixth moon of the year 1314, At Arli Palace,
re-reading your letter
Arch Albert William.
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Dear Prince Archibald.
This is Cordelia Gray, the intruder of Arli Palace.
I apologize for the rudeness of the previous letter. I was out of my mind then.
I was just a new editor of a publishing company who was only 22 years old, and losing the manuscript was the worst nightmare anyone like me could imagine.
Last Wednesday evening, I went to a green signboard antique shop on Potobello Street and got a manuscript from Anne Celine from an employee named Liam. And I got a bookcase as a gift. Liam said it was a magic box. I thought it was a joke and passed it lightly.
But that day, I fell asleep and woke up, and the manuscript and memo I had put inside disappeared. I only have your letter. So I wouldn't have been surprised?
Of course I suspected Liam. The guy who told me a joke about a magic box or something. (I didn't say to the prince, I said to him, "I'm handsome, I'm living my life like that." It's only for the prince, but he was really handsome.)
Angry until the end, I scribbled my words on a piece of paper and went back to the antique shop on Photo Bello Street. There was someone else in the store, not Liam. She was a good-natured lady with a name tag, Linda.
I told him.
"Just yesterday, I bought an antique book locker from a very handsome male employee here. I'd like to see him again.”
Aunt Linda opened her eyes wide and asked me,
Patrick? Patrick is the only male employee in our store......”
Then suddenly a man came out of the corner staff's room, saying, "What?" and mumbling something in his mouth.
His face...
I don't like to judge people by their appearance.
So I'll just say it didn't meet my standards.
When I was standing there feeling possessed by a ghost, Aunt Linda asked me if I was mistaken for another store. Well, this store closes every Wednesday. They're asking if it wasn't a different store, but it was so confusing to come all the way here.
"The store structure is exactly the same."
"Didn't you mistake the date?"
"That won't happen unless I slept 48 hours. He's definitely here."
"A busy modern man can sleep 48 hours. Lady, aren't you too distracted?"
"Are you the owner of this store?"
"Well, it's like the owner. If you ask me and don't know, all employees don't know. I think you're mistaken."
Linda looked at me pitifully. I suddenly felt like I became a very hectic woman. But then I opened the store and a customer came in.
The very old lady who came as a guest yesterday when she was about to receive a manuscript from the handsome young man at the store! I quickly approached the old lady and asked her.
"We met here yesterday, didn't we? An incredibly handsome employee sold you a silver candle, necklace, and tea cup.”
"Yes, I should have bought one at a time, as my lady said. It was so heavy that I had a hard time carrying it."
The old lady nodded her head.
"You've seen me here, haven't you? That super handsome employee?"
"You mean that star-world fairy young man?"
"Yes, that's right. The handsome guy who's not from the world!"
"He's got a pretty good store. There are a lot of good stuff."
Look, I looked at Linda, but Linda shook her head from side to side as if she had been crazy as a pair. But I was happy. I found evidence that I didn't mistake the store or the date. At least I'm not crazy.
But that's about it. After all, I couldn't figure out who Liam was. I didn't even know how the store was opening on its day off.
When I got home, I glared at the library. And like the prince, I also opened the box.The making of the box was unique and beautiful but simple. It didn't seem to have anything special in it.
Is this box really magical?
I decided to put anything in the box, let's pretend I'm being fooled. I put it in a box because what I had in my hand was a note that said something to Liam to scream at.
Will the note disappear again?
Is there a hole in the back?
What the hell was that guy called Liam?
Blonde and blue eyes look just like fairies, and I thought they were really fairies.
You may laugh, but I believe in fairies. It's not that it's not true, but thinking that the handsome male employee is a fairy made me understand everything. He was too beautiful to be human.
The fact that the signboard of the antique shop was green also felt like a clue. As you know, fairies like green.
I was excited to think about that, but even if I believed in fairies, I thought it was too futile. So I sat in front of the book store again. I'm trying to get the note out and forget about this strange incident. When I opened the box, I saw the note I had put in.
But at that moment, the note went off with a sound. In front of my eyes.
Prince, you must have taken it out quickly. Yes, I know now. But then I almost fell behind the chair.
It was scary.
It was amazing.
I stared at the library for a long time. I thought that white hands might come out from there.
I guess I stared at him for about 10 minutes, but I got bored because nothing happened. I didn't eat a single meal until then, so I went to the kitchen and made tomato spaghetti. I ate it all and followed me with a cup of lemonade. I opened the box again...….
There was your letter in it.
I didn't fall behind the chair this time. I think I expected a little bit that this would happen. I read your letter holding my pounding heart, prince. And that's...….
Oh, my God, you really look like Prince Arch in the Princess and Knights manuscript. The handsome prince who plays like a rascal but can't hate him. I can't believe I met someone who lives in the world in the manuscript I was reading.
How did I come into contact with the world in the novel? Or "Does the princess and the article translate what really happened, not the novel? It's really confusing. Anyway, I'm excited to know that there are fairies and unbelievable beings in our world. I can't tell anyone.
I would have told my friends when I was about 12 years old, but I had friends who believed in elves, princesses, knights.
If I were ten years old, I would have grabbed her and told her the story. My mom always told me stories about fairies.
But right now, I don't have my mom around, and I don't have a single friend who believes in fairies. It's obvious. We're all adults. It's sad to be an adult. Being an adult means being responsible for your work.
That's why. Prince, please. You may not know, but the manuscript you took first, which says "Princess and Knight," is very, very valuable. Anne Celine trusted me and left it up to me. Do you know how hard it is for an editor to tell a writer that he lost his manuscript? I've already sent out a contract with an illustrator who fits the manuscript, and now it's going to be a big deal if it's gone.
Please return my manuscript. Please. I'm writing a letter on my knees. Maybe because I'm an adult, my joints aren't that good. But I'll keep staring at the box in this position until you give me the manuscript. Please give me a reply and a manuscript as soon as possible.
P.S. I did the furniture arrangement myself, not the user. Surprisingly, I don't have anything like a user! Anyway, thank you for your advice to keep your desk and bed ten steps away.
On the night of June 6th, in a room with three steps in a big step. Cordelia.
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Again, to Prince of Windsorton.
Prince, did you receive my letter?
Are you sleeping there because it's early in the morning?
I hope this magic book locker has a notification feature when a letter arrives.
P.S. Is that what you call the New Year's green moon because the world is all green? Then your place must be the same season as mine! I like this name very much.
Maybe the dawn of six to seven days of the green moon, of the Green Moon.
* * *
Dear Prince Arch.
I ended up going to work without a manuscript today. Which means I almost broke up with Mary Ann, the editor.
If Garrett hadn't dragged on with his ridiculous new manuscript, the tragedy that I would have faced at the morning meeting... ...is terrible just to think about it.
I had to buy lunch for owed Garrett. After the meeting, I had to be nervous all day because Mary Ann would tell me to bring my manuscript.
Even if you explain it like this, the prince doesn't understand what it means. But I don't have the energy to explain anymore today. It's a tragedy for adults.
I'd like to go back to Cordelia, 17, and tell her not to expect too much because she's so tired. With the words "Never trust the prince who will meet you in June of 22.
P.S. But I'll trust you one more time. Fortunately, I'm not going to work tomorrow because it's Saturday. I hope the prince reads my letter over the weekend.
2019.6.7. Evening. Adult Cordelia who left work exhausted.
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0608SATPM11:30
보내는 이: 가렛[email protected]
To: Cordelia "[email protected]
Cordelia, did you find the manuscript?
Don't worry too much. As you said, if you clean the room properly, it will show up right away. If you are going to spend all day cleaning, why don't we have lunch tomorrow?
Garrett.
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0608SATPM11:35
From: Cordelia "[email protected]
받는 이: 가렛[email protected]
The manuscript is not ready yet.
By the way, do you really want to have lunch with me on weekends when you meet at work everyday? I don't understand.
Cordelia is busy waiting for the manuscript.
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0608SATPM11:35
보내는 이: 가렛[email protected]
To: Cordelia "[email protected]
Cordelia is busy looking for the manuscript.
You're so cool with your refusal.
Then find the manuscript well and see you on Monday.
P.S. I've been waiting and looking. I made a typo.
* * *
Dear prince.
Prince Archibald, it's Cordelia again.
All three letters are gone. You mean you got it, right?
Or was there another intruder in your room? No, that can't be.
Are you busy at the ball or fox hunting?
6.9. Sunday.
Cordelia sat in front of her desk in the morning waiting for your reply.
* * *
Dear Miss Cordelia Gray.
I received your letter.
There is no other intruder in my room except you.
The fox hunting is all absent from the ball for some reason.
And my answer to your request to return the manuscript immediately is as follows.
'Wait a minute.’
1314, the morning of the ninth day of the green moon, Arch Albert.
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a review of one's
My acquaintances call this "The Prince of Reads" for short.
The next letter will be more interesting, so please look forward to it.
Thank you for reading the comments.
Then I'll be back at 7:30 tomorrow morning with the stockpiles I've collected.
Seonchuko is the power to build up stockpiles.3