Marielle Clarac’s Engagement

It took a long time to explain in the police, and it was too late for tea time, so I chased Mariel back home today anyway. The day after tomorrow is the day after tomorrow. Paul is no longer unemployed and can no longer be passed on (once) to publishing, but it doesn't matter, Mariel wanted me to share his thoughts and advice. Once again, I promise I'll drop you off until you get in the carriage. I made it tomorrow to return the retrieved manuscript to the author. I want to explain the situation and discuss the future after I restore more energy. I don't think I can come up with a good idea for today.

So the body was tired in the mood anyway, and when I went back to the boarding house, there was something that jumped when I opened the front door.

"Welcome home, Paul!

"Hey Marcel, you look good. Has the fever gone down yet?

A round face very similar to his mother looks up to him with anticipation. The youngest of the landlords grabbed Paul's jacket hem and rocked it.

"I'm fine, I'm fine now! Hey, you got any sweets? You bought me one?

"- Ah."

Remembering the promise he had forgotten so beautifully, Paul put his hand on his forehead. Yes, I did, I promised to be in good shape in the morning, but then the noise was totally blowing me out of my head.

Seeing the answer to his reaction, the toddler's face became very cloudy.

"... Paul?

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm a little busy today. Sorry, not tomorrow..."

I cry sooner than I finish. Earlier my face, which was shining like the sun, swelled and swept away. Paul re-worded it.

"Okay! I'm gonna go get it now! No, you want to come with me? I want it. Do you want it?

"... Really?

Protests usually barely cry just in the voice. Paul's words were about to change again, but Grace waited from behind.

"The sun will be down soon. Be patient today."

"Oh no!

Marcel complains as he turns to his mother. Grace told Paul that she was doing well.

"You don't have to worry, I had crepes for lunch. I'm not gonna feed you today if you go buy one now."

"No, but it's a promise I gave you."

"We also need to practice patience, work together. Besides, a customer is coming. I've been waiting for you for an hour. Come on in, look."

Paul rushed to the living room. There is no such thing as reception in this house. The guest, who was shrinking in the room used by his family, stood up as if he had begun to see the pole that came in.

"... Theo"

He was a colleague who broke up in the morning commotion. I don't anticipate his visit at all, and Paul is a little surprised. Theo stood up and tried to say something, but the words didn't come out when he opened his mouth. After moving his mouth slightly several times, he strained his face like Marcel did earlier.

"... sorry... sorry, Paul..."

This one is a real cry face. Occasionally tears flood and wet his face. Theo apologized many times as he rocked his rounded back.

"Sorry......"

To the man crying in front of me, I wondered what Paul had said too. I also felt angry when I thought I was abandoned, but I can't say anything about being here to apologize like this. I knew from the beginning that Theo didn't follow the editor-in-chief.

"Uncle, are you crying?

A lovely voice cracks in between the two facing each other awkwardly. Marcel walked to Theo's feet and looked up at the crying adult in wonder.

"Did you forget your uncle promised you too?

"Marcel, don't interrupt!

Grace scolds me from the kitchen but says it without worrying.

"Don't cry, Uncle. You're an adult."

"... Marcel, it's not your uncle, it's your brother. Theo and I are still young."

"Uh."

Paul, who put in the correction, was only slightly hurt when he was raised so dissatisfied and questionable. All adults would be uncles from a five-year-old, but I don't want to be called that, even if I know it.

Breathe, Paul walked to Theo's front.

"Oh my... I'm so, so sorry..."

"Enough, calm down. I know you're not bad."

"Sorry... I really can't quit the company..."

"Oh, your dad's dead."

Paul nods in remembrance of his family circumstances. Theo had a situation where he couldn't fire Paul with his shoulder. Even if not, income is not an easy thing to let go of. If it's my situation, can I still quit for someone else?

"The editor threatened you, didn't he?

"... oh, my brother puts me in college. Unlike me, she's smart and my mother expects it. I want him to study. And I need to take care of my mother..."

"Okay, that's enough"

Paul turned his arm around Theo's body and hugged him. I'll slap him in the back. The man sobbing like a child in his arms turned over again and again sorry to say enough.

Paul didn't say too much either and made him cry until Theo settled down. I guess I predicted how long I'd been doing that, I finally stopped hearing whimpers, an elderly lady coming out of the kitchen.

"Dinner's ready. Mr. Corgne must be hungry, too. I can't give you much, but don't hesitate to eat."

This is the landlord, Mrs. Melanchon. I nod at them with an eagle smile without asking what was going on. While appreciating her care, Paul let go of his arm from Theo.

"No, I was out of lunch, I'm dying already. There's a lot more to it. Listen to me while you eat. Because there were so many things that really stunned me."

"... Um"

"Yeah, I got the manuscript back safely, so don't worry. I mean, maybe you already know? I wonder how he reported to Bliss' editor."

Forcefully take Theo to the table. Teo seemed relieved to hear he got the manuscript back. I managed to get my hands on the meal as recommended.

The dining table with toddlers excited by the visitors became a busy one and was just right to bring Theo to life. At the end of the day, he also began to laugh, and after Grace had taken Marcel to his bedroom, Paul and Theo went back to the living room for coffee and continued the conversation.

"What are we going to do now?"

Theo didn't visit with his bare hands, he also brought the luggage that Paul had left in the company. Received reluctantly, Paul replies yes.

"In the meantime, I have to go return the manuscript."

"It's not, it's your future."

"I know. Not that I haven't thought about it, but it's hard."

Deep in the chair, Paul puts his arms together.

"Even if we manage to get into other publishers, it's probably a turnaround for the same thing. I'm a stickler wherever I go."

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"I don't even feel like giving up my publishing job, and then I'm gonna have to start my own company."

Were you expecting me to say that a little bit, Theo wasn't so surprised? Makes me look like I said something, but I hesitate to mumble. Paul laughed lightly at his friend's reaction.

"You're saying it's not an easy thing to do, right? Exactly. As an employee of Dezier Publishing, printing companies and bookstores usually deal with me, but it would be tough for Paul Satti personally to be their opponent. More importantly, there is nothing to precede it. One day I was saving up because I wanted to be independent, but it was over a decade ahead of me on my plans. I haven't saved a tenth of my goal. Well, so, for the time being, I guess I'll just have to make money from other jobs"

"... right"

That was the only situation. Theo also seemed relieved to hear that Paul understood and embraced reality properly, which seemed unfortunate. He also knows Paul's passion for publishing. It's hard for a good editor to have to stay away from publishing for years to come, maybe decades to come. I was glad you were personally worried about that fact.

Paul dared speak brightly in order to thank him for his feelings and to arouse himself.

"No matter how long it takes, I'm gonna build my own company and get out the books I want."

"... right, you would do it"

Theo smiles too.

"Perseverance and giving up are twice as bad as people."

"Hmm, say guts. Hey, I don't know when, but if I can build a company and manage to make money and get a better paycheck than Dezier Publishing, will you work with me?

Theo raises his eyebrows lightly. Did you strengthen Paul's words, or did you take them as jokes? But Paul meant it.

"No guarantee whatsoever, but I will definitely succeed, let it go. I assure you. I'm going to build my own big building in the first place. Then come here. Because I welcome you with thick treatment."

"... you still say that to me"

"There's no one else I can say but you. You're the only one who asked me what my ideals were that nobody ever fitted properly. I've advised you many times, knowing that you can't publish because you can read the air around you properly. But I wasn't fooling around. He was just worried about my position."

…………

"So I seriously invite you. I don't know how many years this is gonna take, but can you remember that?"

Theo's eyes looked a little moist again. He lay down his face to be ashamed, and he nodded silently. The power to hold back the hand Paul offered was strong.

- This promise will be fulfilled unexpectedly and quickly. Instead of thick treatment, Theo, who flew out of Dezier Publishing to Paul, who is still struggling with management, will come and struggle with me. I can't tell you enough about the determined ones and the hard stories that followed, but for one thing, it's a different story.

Grace stopped calling Paul, who was about to go up to his room after he dropped Theo off on his way home.

Speaking of which, I have to explain it properly to them, too. I'm going to find my next job as soon as I can, but Paul is unemployed for the moment. Grace cut out a whole different story to Paul, who thinks he can be relieved because he saves the rent.

"It's the manuscript I kept."

There was an envelope in her hand that I gave her this morning. It was returned, and Paul takes it with a lot of hesitation.

"Something wrong?

"No, I told you to let me know what you think."

"Have you read it yet? You're early."

Busy with chores and parenting, I thought it would be hard for her to read it over two days. Paul is surprised by the unexpected. Grace grinned and shrugged her shoulders.

"At first, I was reading it while Marcel was nursing, but I couldn't stop it. I asked my mother for all the chores. Hey, that's the woman who wrote it, right? You're not a man, are you?

"... oh"

It's more of a girl than a woman. Paul nods. After all, Grace is like her daughter.

"I thought so! There's no way I can write to a man like that. It has to be same-sex."

"Uh, so you could empathize"

It was something that Paul honestly couldn't fit into because it was a different problem than what he couldn't do. Anyway, the focus was on sweet love, which was also a fairly distant and dreamy romance, so I pulled a step or two back and looked at it. That's why Grace read it too. It was only natural that a man could not empathize with a woman's dream love, and he thought that same-sex opinions were needed. It seemed to be shooting at the target, and Grace shared her thoughts with pleasure.

"Well, if you're going to tell me what I can do, I think I haven't. I don't know what I'm professional about, but as a reader, I'm sure that's why I'm not up to commercial standards. But it was funny even though I thought it was bad. I don't know, this is what made me want to read."

"Heh."

"Funny, I realized it's nothing like technical skills. I don't think there's a man like that in real life. I think so, and that was the opposite of a husband who broke up already. Even if that's too bad, I know there's no man so convenient for a woman. But, you know, that kind of clinging is wild. I want to dream about a woman. Even though I know it's unrealistic, I have a dream that these lovely men want to love and cherish me."

"Yeah, well, men are similar. I know."

"Right, even men dream about romance, and I think the basics are the same, but there's still a difference in aspirations. What a man wants from a woman cannot be exactly the same as what a woman wants from a man. I really think there's a difference in position and preference."

I see. Paul nods. As Paul could not fit into this manuscript as a first reader, I guess the women of the world felt a deviation of desire in the romance written by the man.

"I just have the impression that you're dreaming too much. I don't think I know what love is... maybe I haven't fallen in love with the author yet."

"I guess not. I didn't seem interested in my relationship."

Paul says as he thinks of Mariel. I'm only a fourteen-year-old boxed lady. She would have been a behavioral, substandard daughter, but she would have had few opportunities to be close to a man before going out into the social world. In aristocratic houses, I hear that children are strictly separated from the adult world. After being raised dearly in the back of the mansion, Mariel told me that she would dress like a product sample and sell her face in the social world, eventually marrying her to someone her parents had chosen.

Without the willingness to find a dowry on her own, she was the kind of daughter only a novel would look forward to. I don't think that Mariel has romantic experience.

"That's the hard part, isn't it? I'd love for you to fall in love, but it's not something I can tell you, and maybe we should cover a lot more for now. I need to observe my lovers and get as much understanding as possible." Interesting Amateur Novel. "I don't think giving money will make you want to read it."

"I see."

I dropped my eyes on the manuscript at hand and Paul laughed small. What would Mariel think of this sentiment? It has also been given quite a hard rating while saying it was interesting. But even if she's depressed, she must be excited to write something better next time. He also said he would be eager to make his social debut because he would be able to see the adult world up close. Grace is right. I'm willing to do the interview. I'm sure she will be hit hard and spare no effort.

As you deal with the gorgeous princes in that way, you will all know your love. What happens if you use that experience to write a story?

Paul thought it didn't look bad. Technical things can be improved with effort. The part that relies on the talent of sensitivity is probably fine. Because I entertained my readers even though they said I was bad. And if we can incorporate not only dreams, but also realistic elements, and gain even more empathy -

At the end of the day that began with despair, Paul had a new dream. Sooner or later, I want to sell Mariel's book in the company I started. Lots more, women can enjoy, let's make a book for women. Not to exclude men, of course, but to date the publishing industry has been male-centric in everything, and books made for women have been full of practical books. The entertainment field of novels is like an undisclosed field. We can continue to cultivate it. Paul will be the first pioneer. No one has tried it yet. Business is sure to succeed. Let me try. No matter how strong the wind storm is, one day there will be a rich field and a golden crop will bear fruit.

The dream also leads to the first dream. Take the unfinished story of Ms. Ferrier to completion, inspired by Paul's desire to edit. I want to deliver the end of that story to the comrades who are still waiting to continue. Let's lay the foundations for sending the once denied and banished illusion masterpieces to the world again.

At the same time as building his own company, it was Paul's goal to raise Mariel to be a writer in public. Paul hung out late that night and kept his promise two days later.