Chapter 17
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 17: Writing Filled with Rage
Adaptation and Writing.
Noel, who was digesting those two tasks frantically, felt as if her throat was burning.
Reflexively using ice magic, she gulped down chilled water, but the thirst didn't disappear.
Because she wasn't actually thirsty; her soul was simply screaming.
The feeling of Canning, familiar but not missed.
Her soul was shuddering at the situation where she seemed to feel that terrible lingering scent.
Even if the body is different, the soul is the same.
The pain her soul appealed at the second coming of the canning she suffered sickeningly in her past life merely manifested as unquenchable thirst.
“I’m going crazy.”
Noel groaned while sweeping back her flowing pink hair.
Actually… it is doable.
Because regarding the adaptation, the biggest hurdle, she only has to supervise.
She just needs to review the script written by the trio and point out parts that need modification, and the rest proceeds on its own.
So it’s more relaxed than she thought, but just this situation itself kept giving her a chilling anxiety.
‘Why? It’s not like there’s an editor who calls to buy me beef then locks me up because urging calls weren't enough, nor is there a management company whining that we’ll all starve to death if the author doesn't write.’
Yet Noel couldn't understand why she felt like she was crossing a river of no return and getting dragged into something.
‘It’s the theatrical adaptation of a monumental debut work. If that fails, it’ll leave a bad taste. They say every child is dear to a parent; it’s a work I birthed with my brain, right? So really, just fixing this once is the end.’
Truly the last time.
This is the last try.
The real last try.
So it’s okay.
Once this passes, she can enjoy the life of a golden spoon, boring but leisurely, just like before.
Controlling her anxiety like that, Noel leaves comments only on parts needing modification in the reviewed script and puts it away far.
Now finished! Rest!
…Would be nice, but since the review is done, it’s time to write the new work.
Noel, who was bringing her hand to the fountain pen designed luxuriously in the shape of a quill──.
“Uaaaaah, what is thiiiis!”
Eventually failed at self-hypnosis and scattered blank paper into the air.
Even while throwing a tantrum, the appearance of throwing a fit only at the blank paper without touching the manuscript is truly… a born author.
“I! Have experienced! This canning! Before!”
Noel shouting as if screaming.
Although it was a well-soundproofed room, if anyone heard her shouting like this, her dignity and reputation as a young lady would be questioned….
She has no leisure to care about such things even a bit.
‘How did my life rail end up like this?’
She intended to see her bias while enjoying a green youthful Academy life.
She intended to enjoy a golden spoon life while personally experiencing Gran Ark Academy, which she only enjoyed as a game.
Like slyly intervening in parts she found regrettable while playing the original dating sim and leading them in a better direction.
Wouldn't things like that be the privilege of a possessor who knows the original work?
But look.
Somehow Noel’s life rail is being forcibly changed into a can.
Still── still it’s okay.
But it’s only okay still; if the rail change continues like this, the destination looked too obvious.
“Really, really I’ll write just this work and flee to the Academy.”
Writing is fun and surprising the world is good too, but that should strictly be in the realm of a hobby.
Isn't there such a saying too?
『Don’t make what you like most your job; make what you like second most your job.』
Like this saying, Noel wanted to keep writing in the realm of a hobby, if only to keep liking it.
Unlike her past life.
“Phew….”
After agonizing for a while and resolving again, Noel moved her fingers toward the papers fallen all over the floor as if conducting.
Then, papers floated into the air as if invisible hands were picking them up and were placed back neatly on the desk with a rustle.
“Let’s just write the new work.”
Because the faster she writes and throws it away, the more room she gets to breathe.
Noel, who controlled her mind, grabs the pen.
Noel’s fountain pen starts dancing on the paper.
Every time it did, writing infused with her complicated feelings began to be written.
Sometimes readers say that.
Creation is pain, and thus if you give pain, creation happens.
Naturally, authors are appalled saying this isn't Russian literature and that makes no sense, but looking at Noel right now, somehow that saying seems right.
The deeper her sorrow and agony, the work becomes── very tasty.
It feels slightly deviated from pure love sensibility, but considering it’s a Tear-jerker, should she say the venom contained in each sentence saying “I will make you cry no matter what” fits perfectly?
The new work 「The Diary Inside My Heart」 for Homer’s ‘Proof’ this time is a story like this.
Enya, the daughter of a fairly large and decent, popular dress shop in the city.
Lawrence, who spent a desolate childhood as the son of a prostitute and became a promising carpenter with just his dexterity.
Such two people fall in love by chance and overcome Alzheimer’s with love.
It starts with tears from the beginning, continues with sadness, and ends with tears at the last.
Instead, at the end, it’s like “Anyway it’s a happy ending and these are tears shed from being moved by the greatness of love, so it’s fine, right?”
A story full of various tears fitting perfectly for a Tear-jerker.
Its beginning starts with Enya receiving a breakup notice.
Breaking dates 4 times.
Forgetting important anniversaries is basic.
Forgetting what the lover likes and dislikes is a passive skill.
Enya, who had severe forgetfulness since childhood, eventually made her lover fed up and ended up receiving a breakup notice.
「Sob sob, bad jerk….」
Enya, who couldn't even say anything because she had committed sins, had no choice but to accept the breakup while crying loudly.
She stops by a bakery to buy something sweet she usually likes to relieve stress and forget the sadness of the breakup before going home.
Enya, who returned after fixing her ruined face in the restroom for a moment after finishing the order, witnesses a shocking scene.
She saw a man taking the dessert she ordered at will and eating it.
She was already dying of stress from breaking up today, so what kind of rude behavior was that?
The pissed-off Enya walked up to the man with stomping footsteps, snatched the dessert the man was about to put in his mouth, and ate it herself, munching aggressively.
The man looking at that appearance dumbfounded.
「What are you doing right no──.」
The moment the man tried to protest something, Enya ostentatiously ate even the strawberry on top of the dessert, engaging in Teabagging (mockery).
That heroine-like appearance, which made one wonder if this was perhaps Girl Crush,
「Customer who ordered strawberry cake…?」
「H-Huh?」
Degraded from a heroine into a rude customer as the clerk brought the dessert Enya ordered.
It turned out the man didn't steal and eat Enya’s dessert while she went to the restroom.
He just coincidentally ordered the same dessert, and they just served the male customer’s dessert first out of consideration for Enya who went to the restroom.
Enya, who learned that fact belatedly, apologized to the man with a face red as a beet.
At that apology, the man silently ate Enya’s dessert right in front of her eyes ostentatiously, just as she did.
Lastly, just like Enya did, after eating the strawberry on top of the dessert deliciously, he throws back the same Teabagging and rises from his seat.
「Check, please.」
The man leaving the shop after paying without much word.
「W-Wait a moment! I am so sorry, so as a meaning of apology I will──.」
To Enya who hurriedly chased such a man, the man disappeared into the crowd as if saying he had no business with her.
Looking at his retreating figure, Enya slaps her forehead at her mistake and sighs.
She thought the connection with the man whose name she didn't even know ended with this, but it wasn't so.
The two met again.
「Welcome, custo── Aah! The Dessert Guy from yesterday!」
「You need clothes to wear for a Guild interview…?」
Because the man visited the dress shop run by Enya’s parents.
Like that, the thread of fate thought broken was connected again.
「I will apologize properly.」
「It’s fine.」
「I said I’ll apologize?」
「I said it’s fine.」
The man, Lawrence, pushing her away coldly as if saying I don’t need an apology so stop bothering me.
But the more he did, the Te-to-nyeo (Born-to-be-Determined Woman) Enya pushed strongly, and eventually, the two started to progress their relationship triggered by having a meal as Enya’s stubbornness won.
「Sob sob, bad jerk! A person can forget things sometimes!」
「No, what kind of woman is this?」
Enya crying and making a drunken frenzy at the meal arranged to apologize for the rudeness at the dessert shop.
Seeing her dead drunk, Lawrence made a dumbfounded expression but felt a smirk coming out for some reason.
He couldn't just leave her, so he decided to support her home.
And….
「M-My stomach… Urup!」
That promised event occurred.
Enya, who became completely wasted and was being carried on Lawrence’s back, felt her stomach turning and baked a pizza right on Lawrence’s back.
A pizza smelling of sour gastric juice.
「Ha….」
Lawrence feeling like tears were about to come out.
And as he got entangled with Enya who insisted on apologizing for this matter again, Lawrence gradually fell for Enya.
To Lawrence, who lived a desolate and harsh life under a prostitute mother, Enya’s liveliness and sociability were like a dazzling sun.
That sun was excessively blinding and painful too, but he finds himself falling for Enya just as one falls for warm sunshine.
Lawrence, who always pushed away coldly whoever the opponent was, fell for Enya as if proving that what takes off a traveler’s coat is not the cold north wind but the warm sunlight.
Eventually,
「If you drink this, we’re dating?」
「What if I don’t drink?」
「Then from tomorrow, we go our separate ways.」
「Hmm~.」
Creating an unprecedented famous line and scene, the two fell in love over a drink.
Enya, who downed the drink in one shot at Lawrence’s words, goes beyond just drinking and kisses Lawrence first, showing a daring appearance that love is something to be won and there is no gender in that.
The two seemed like they would be happy forever like this, but,
「What? A son of a prostitute? Low-class carpenter? What are you lacking to meet such a man! Break up immediately!」
There are obstacles in love.
Parents’ opposition.
However, Enya isn't one to collapse just because she bumped into opposition.
Rather, she packs her bags and starts cohabiting with Lawrence whether her father opposes or disowns her.
An unconventional character nature that makes one wonder if Enya will become a role model for women of this era who have no choice but to be passive in romance.