The hustle and bustle of the city and the refreshing breeze enter through the open windows. Is the summer heat a paragraph or something? There was some relaxing, comfortable time in the bustle.
"Thank you. Now let's move on to the next step."
"Yes, thank you"
Paul and Milene get together and breathe in relief. He looked down on the manuscript he had finished revising with one emotion.
"It's the last time. Now we have the whole roll."
"Yeah, thank you so much for taking care of Mr. Satti. Thank you."
"No, welcome."
Another three years have passed since that day, when we made noise about the city of Saint-Terre in our first resurrection in a decade. Paul's book, made solely of uncommercial dreams and intentions, eventually spread the subject to all of Lagrange, to the point that it is now known outside the country. A large number of readers as well as new readers had been born waiting for the continuing issue. They naturally wanted to read an existing issue that had once been published, but no longer had any stock left in the bookstore or in the publisher. So Paul decided to issue it from one volume in advance. It is not exactly the same, but a revised version with additional amendments. I also want to read readers who took care of old ready-made magazines. This project was also a success.
Before issuing the ten volumes, Milene was right to buy the rights from the publishers she used to deal with. That's just where Paul worked in the same industry, I knew. If it works and the book sells, I'm going to argue for my rights. I thought I should hit my hand first so it wouldn't be a mess.
Paul told me he wanted to buy the rights, the publisher admitted with a spiral of laughter. I made a fool out of my head about what I was going to do with buying that stuff out now. Paul was laughing inside out because he was already cheap. They'll be wanting to toothpick by now. There's nothing more to complain about than having duly exchanged contracts and officially bought and sold them. I had to turn my fingers and watch the book sell like I fly every time.
Paul thinks he deserves it. I told him back what was wrong with it, even if he asked me if it was like a deception. Where is it, such as the need to feel guilty?
When the author was taken by a woman and disturbed, they abandoned Milene lightly without covering her. On the contrary, we lost even the manuscript we kept. I probably discarded it as useless, but I honestly wouldn't say that that's just the case. The rep quit, so he managed to line up the excuses and pushed them back coldly for the good that Milene couldn't say strongly. In putting out this revised edition, Milene had to rewrite everything as she looked at the old book.
For ten years now, what do you know about people you've forgotten on your face? It is a festival to come, even if we wish to spare the rights we renounced a long time ago.
"Thanks to Mrs. Monte, I was able to dream early. I was planning to set up my own company ten years ago."
The two of them are in a small, cluttered building. It's not even first-class, it's a little bit of a downtown neighborhood. I have not yet arrived at the dream I swore not to one day, but would I have approached about ten steps?
There is a proper "Sati Publishing" sign at the entrance and some non-Paul employees. I also made more deals with bookstores. And I was starting to publish not only Milene's books, but also those of other writers. Still not as old as weak publishers and Dezier Publishing, but it has received a lot of attention. Paul was making the most of the chase wind he had gained thanks to Milene. Training new writers, publishing new books. It captures the reader's mind by selling a different route.
"No, because Mr. Satti made a lot of efforts. Find out really well what books are wanted and how they can be made and sold."
"That was also with the help of Mrs. Monte. It was often hard for a man to think of a beautiful illustration or something"
The literary girls and ladies who were gathered under Milene became good advisers to Paul. That's why I was thinking about it, and Paul thought about changing the way the book was made itself. Instead of a top bookbinding worn on a hard cover, a book just wears thin paper. I was ridiculed for being as cheap as a magazine, but that's why it's easy to take. The fitting is the part that costs money, so I can keep the price down by cutting it there. Instead, I put a lot of pictures on the cover and in the body. The types and colors of paper used were also chosen by women. It looks so gorgeous and not bad. And this is something I've noticed since I made it, but it was easy to read when the cover was soft.
Milaine's book was put on as usual, but the new book she makes sells "affordable". A book that everyone can easily buy and read. It could indeed be a cheap read-out. But a new masterpiece may emerge from it. It's the publishing world that hasn't even had that chance. We started by building an entrance.
The women, who had turned and read within their peers a bunch of handwritten manuscripts, went out into the world as writers from Sati Publishing. Some of them are special stories that are very difficult for men to understand, and Paul hesitated a lot to issue them, but I tried a little if it was forcefully argued that there were many women to seek. The result is... well, not a failure. It wasn't selling big, but it did get popular in part.
Public perceptions are also changing in the course of three years. Whatever the case, the field was established for women. Even if a woman is told that she only appreciates what she has written, the reader grows year after year, while her right shoulder rises. It's definitely moving one end of the economy. Ten years from now, twenty years from now, it will be a natural culture that will not be discussed at all.
Carefully cleaned up the manuscript received, and Paul changed the story, by the way.
"I've been talking to you about this for a long time, but aren't you going to write a new piece? Your talent is a waste to end with this alone. I'd love you to think about a new one."
Cut out once again what I've asked for several times instead of putting out a revised version. As for Paul, I wanted to keep selling Milene as a sign writer, but I couldn't get a good color reply.
"I appreciate you saying that..."
Milene has a troubled face and returns the same words as before.
"You don't need to throw out too much about the house... and just because we talked about it once doesn't mean it's going to work again. Rather, it's going to disappoint you all by betraying your expectations."
"No, we'll work together to make sure it doesn't happen."
"Yes, I understand that Mr. Satti is an excellent editor. If you write with your advice, you can make quite a few things. But because" blooming on the side of the road "was too much to talk about, I think the reader's expectations are a lot higher than normal."
Milene's concerns are understandable. People expect that the author who wrote that masterpiece would be great. Taking it head-on and satisfying it is difficult to speak Australian.
"It may be cowardice, but I want to end up happy. I want to take care of this happiness more than keep writing one after the other...... maybe I'm not the right person for a writer. I write just for my own pleasure, and I think it would be enough if it were appreciated."
It is also appreciated in another work and there is no desire to gain further fame. Milene is just satisfied with her hobby world. Certainly wasn't greedy enough to do it as a writer.
But it's a waste of time. "To it," Milene continued, sighing to Paul, who was sure he was talented.
"Isn't there a collection of young talents under Mr. Satti? There are people who are still growing up and are full of willingness to look ahead. A sign writer published by Sati would be more deserving of her than I am, wouldn't she?
I also found out who you were referring to, without asking your name. There are more than one newly born female writer, but it is decided if this person and the first person to mention it. The first daughter I met Paul and created an incentive to connect to this place today. He also made me meet Milene and make my dreams come true for years. There's not enough majesty and beauty to call me a goddess of destiny. All curiosity is doubled, and I feel more like a seed of commotion, but Paul has also been turned away by his bright, positive personality at the bottom. Just because Milene's book sold doesn't mean everything went smoothly and full of sails, and she often struggled, but some parts of it can be said that she was the reason she got over it.
Rumor has it that the person responsible ran up the stairs. I notice Theo just back from the outside, informing Paul as he opens the door. As Paul and Milene turned around, the disturbing goddess slipped past Theo's side and jumped into the office.
"Mr. Satti, listen to me! It's a big case! Something amazing happened!
"... hasn't changed a bit since three years. I guess she's a fine lady who's already out in the social world. Come in more quietly."
Not surprised by Mariel's momentum, Paul says as he sits in his chair. Milene was laughing across the street, too. This landscape is a routine for Sati publishing. I picked up a kitten, but I found a rare treat. But Mariel's always making a scene. Theo and the other employees were listening lightly to what the "big case" was next.
"Because I'm surprised, I can't be very calm. Because it's such an unexpected surprise that heaven and earth are going to flip!
"Yes, yes, why did you come by yourself today? You always told me to bring you a gift."
"Mr. Satti will just want to see Natalie. If you want to dictate, don't mess with me, but do your best."
"You don't have to tell me. I'm dictating! What happened?"
"Yes! That's it!
I thought I slapped my hatred, and I change my face again. Mariel said as she combined her hands to pray and let the big eyes in her glasses shine.
"I have a fiancée!
"Ho, that's amazing...... hehe!?"
A book that was piled up behind Paul, who raised an odd voice, caused an avalanche. Theo hits his knee on the desk when he tries to pick it up in advance. The clerk who was trying to brew the tea had sprinkled the tea leaves.
"What fiancée... I mean, you're engaged?
"Yes, it is, isn't it surprising? I can't believe this suitor showed up to me."
"Don't say it yourself. That's sad. Did they want you to propose?"
"Yeah, your father didn't come back - he was doing no, but he heard the story and ran for it. I came to our house yesterday and finished the face-to-face meeting. Do you understand? I was officially asked to marry you when you looked at these plain, unbelievable potato glasses. I'm already surprised. He was wearing glasses, so he couldn't see clearly."
"If you're conscious, be more aware. You'd be so cute if you wore it."
"This is fine with me. Something that stands out and doesn't blend into the landscape."
Mariel takes it like a story brightly, without teasing or twisting about her appearance. Even though it is the young lady's mission to sell her face in the social world and turn back a better marriage partner, such an effort is more than ever thrown aside and obsessed with human observation. I honestly practice what I was told to study different relationships, and even though it's a concert for proms, I work in interview activities. Three years after completing his debut, he is still thorough because he says he can't remember his face from most nobles. Even if he did, his parents would have a headache.
Her father seems to have worked so hard to get back at him. I remember the face of a good looking Viscount, and good luck, Paul twisted with his heart.
"Right, engagement... it's already eighteen"
When the surprise calmed down, a slightly more complex emotion arose in Paul's chest. Children grow up more and more as adults graciously amaze their days. Mariel was completely old. My chest didn't grow much but my back grew. I only looked like a child when I met him, but if I realized it, he's a lot more like a daughter. I looked at her once again and was noticed that she was not old enough to have a lover anymore. I'm in the mood to see the children of relatives I haven't seen in a long time. When they grow older, they stop hanging up.
"Well congrats...... can I say that? What kind of person are you?
But in her discourse, it is a completely non-intervening engagement, such as romantic feelings. I was worried that maybe that's what upper class marriage is, but I was convinced.
"He's a military man nine years older than me. You're too tall to look up."
"Nine means one above me? A lot of years apart, but are you okay?
"Come on, you still don't know if you're okay or not. I just got engaged yesterday."
Mariel answers openly. She seems to be making a childish noise, and now that she's a daughter who looks and understands everything so calmly, she doesn't just float to the edge of the sudden.
"I also knew your face because you're a celebrity over there, but yesterday is the first time I've talked to you. You've been so kind to me so far."
"Right..."
For Paul, Mariel is more than just one of the writers. It's for my sister, who's been fighting with me for three years and watching me grow. Pray like a parent so that this fringe is what brings her happiness.
When Paul cut the words, instead Milene opened her mouth listening to the interaction so silently.
"Congratulations, Master Mariel. The Viscount will be delighted."
"Thank you, Master Milene. Happy to... May I? Everyone still doesn't seem to believe it though. 'Cause I can't believe you asked me to marry you from the other side anymore."
"Well, such"
Mariel's freak knows Milene too, so it's painful to deny it. I can't get a nod here, but everyone around me was in agreement with me on the inside.
"Well, maybe I missed you somewhere. I don't know if that's the case."
"In the story, the King's Road unfolds, isn't it? I like that. But it can't be me, so it must be for some other reason. What kind of negotiations did they have with your father? It shouldn't be much of a condition that we can put out."
"Don't tell me you don't have a body or a lid like that."
"It's fine. Because I'm just thankful to have been blessed with your friendship in a political marriage or whatever. And he's so nice! My ideal. As it is, I love it! If you can watch someone like that by your side for the rest of your life, you can do anything for a reason!
Mariel, delighted to dye her cheeks, is still a maiden in love. He also looks like he's getting proposed by a man of his choice and is rising. But Paul and the others knew. They know the portrait of a man that Mariel openly declares to be a favorite. It also appeared in her work. I understood without being explained what trait it it had, and was anxious to know if it was really okay.
"Speaking of your favorite..."
"I already look so crooked from the looks of it! Even if I smile gently, I'm definitely thinking about black in my stomach. Someone who seems to have both one and two habits! Exactly the belly black attribute...... good! I can't wait to feel that beast!
"No, that's not a good match for a real marriage at all!? You're not the character in the novel!?"
Paul's clinging doesn't even reach Mariel right now.
"Besides, the title is another chunk of adoration! Deputy Commander of the Kingsguard Knights! Not the captain, the vice captain! There you go! Isn't the promise of the story, the aesthetic sidekick of the belly black glasses perfect!
"So it's not like a novel - you're such a big guy!?"
"Dear Deputy Commander of Kingsguard... if"
Unlike Paul, who just stuck around, Milene figured out his opponent's name with current information. Different surprises come to my face that I was just being taken aback. Noticing her gaze, Mariel nodded loudly.
"Yes, I'm Simeon from Count Frober's house."
Milene loses her words even more surprised. Paul and the others circled their eyes on the name that came up.
"Isn't the Earl of Froebel a prestigious place of honor that we common people know about? But my predecessors were naval commanders or military ministers, like that."
"Yes, that's the Frober family."
"You don't mean that relative... do you?
"It's a direct line. They say you have three sons of the Frober family, but Master Simeon is your eldest son."
"I mean, the next Count? Oh, that's your fiancée? Are you going to be the Countess?
Paul accidentally said. Care and other things blew up somewhere.
All this time it's really a "big case," I think the people who stayed with Satie Publishing. What an unequal marriage. I'm just amazed at the novel's unbeatable rush to see if that happens, too. In front of people who were unable to react. On the contrary, Mariel regained her composure and collected books scattered across the floor.
Theo leans back, and the clerk who sprinkles the tea leaves gathers even just for the top of the table. Paul also stood up shaking his head and participated in the indoor cleanup.
"Well, I'm surprised and worried about a lot of things, but for now, that's a congratulatory story. Yeah, you should be happy."
"Yeah, so far. I really wish I could get married like this."
"Don't say it like any other HR. Try to make it work. It's definitely a joke for you... sorry to hear that."
Mariel looks back at the last crush.
"Why are you sorry?"
Well, Paul shrugged his shoulder.
"If you decide to get engaged, you can't write a novel anymore. People as generous as your father and Baron Monte are a minority. The prestigious Earl's house must be a pile of old men. If I can't believe I'm a female writer, it's a bust, I have to keep it a secret.... I was hoping to get more and more active because of the popularity."
Though the world's perceptions have changed, the wind is still strong for female writers. Some men regard popular novels based on love as vulgar and do not let their daughters or wives read them. Mariel had only revealed in her body that she was also writing a novel because the more upstream that tendency became stronger. As Milene used her maiden name, Mariel also secretly writes under the brush name Anise Vivier. Writer's work and other scandals for women in good houses - the trend was quite deep-rooted.
Mariel's parents should ban her writer activity so that she is not known to the Frober family side. Paul sighed as to whether he would retire to Mariel following Milene. This is a serious incident in another sense. It is a great loss for Sati Publishing.
- If you think that
"Well, that's outrageous. What will remain if you take the novel from me? I'll write. You've decided to write."
with a natural face, Mariel said. It was a reaction with no slight stray or hesitation. Paul feels more in a hurry.
"No, you won't. You're going to ruin my friendship."
"Of course I'll do everything I can to hide it. You can't miss a once-in-a-lifetime luck. But you can't throw away a novel. Adorability is the food of my life."
"I don't care..."
"'Cause whether you write it or not, adoration comes out. I can't stop wanting to write more stories. Whatever it is, I don't have a choice not to write in me."
Mariel was the exact opposite of Milene. I'm not satisfied with just one piece, and I want to keep writing one after the other. My passion for creation is not exhaustive at all. If every harp line can be touched, it shall all feed on creation. He was exactly the person born to be a writer.
As long as I'm happy as Paul. But isn't it also important to live a happy life as one woman? I couldn't tell him to stop because it was a story involving company luck, and I couldn't let him go unless it had anything to do with the writer's personal life at all, and Paul got stuck on the board and worried.
Mariel continues to be in a good mood, whether she understands such compassion or not.
"There's generally no way I can stand having such a chunk of adoration by my side. I'm going to model Simeon and write some stories. I think a belly black hero would be nice too!
"Yeah, don't wait a minute. Not all readers have the same taste as you. Let's talk about it and think about it."
Paul gave up his thoughts when he said this was dumber to worry about. Mariel writes no matter what anyone says. I can't help but be human. That's why I brought in the manuscript that day three years ago, also prepared not to be dealt with.
Then it would be the editor's job to let him write it fully. Of course, to the extent that you run too far into your hobbies to leave your readers behind. If you're worried, it was in that direction.
Paul laughs in a weak mood. Theo and Milene were all laughing. I'm sure it's alright. Mariel will be bright and positive at any given time, enjoying life and cutting through it. And everything you experience is a reference for creativity.
"Is your fiancée cool?
"Very much! You know Master Milene, don't you? He's as beautiful as the prince of the story! He's even more of a soldier, so he's working out, and he's a little rough. He's really cool and nice!
"Good for you. Because of this, go through love and use it in your work."
Without proper Shaggu Mariel, the people of Sati Publishing resume their work. There's so much to do, I can't be interested in chatting forever. Because there are so many readers waiting for this book to be sold out of this small company that has just started. I just want to have a new meeting when Mariel settles down a little bit.
"But there's only one thing missing, isn't there? If I had a whip in that hand, I wouldn't have anything to say. Speaking of belly black staff, whip! Iron Plate Props, World Promise! I don't know if you can hold it."
"Can't hide that sexuality!? Pretend to be a quiet, commonsense courtesan until you get married!?"
The city of Saint-Terre is still busy today and full of glamour. The work of men continues uninterruptedly, and untold joy and affliction are returned. What kind of life will a certain girl get engaged and lead? Though that's just one of the common stories, the stories she produces will add radiance. Makes the reader temper with such sweet dreams.
The book doesn't mean it's essential to live. But it has always existed and been sought after in people's lives. Knowledge and entertainment enrich our minds, and at times become more and more vibrant tomorrow. It looks like it doesn't have to be and it has to be.
The stories produced by women writers will also continue to grow. The day when everyone takes it for granted is certainly not far away.
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