Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire

Auction House (2)

“Hmm. Looks like a Sandhurst (British Military Academy) cadet on vacation.”

“exactly. Cavalry and cadets of the 69th.”

Me and Mr. Miller waited for a while, but the cadet cadet did not reveal his name. And, noticing that, he snorted and said:

“I have no name to give to colonial idiots who don’t know aesthetics.”

“…”

What do you mean, this military barista? I blankly looked at the cadet cadet’s face.

Is your head full of sand because you’re from Sandhurst? Or, is it that any country can only produce morons of sinful idiots?

Next to me thinking so, Mr. Miller quietly opened his mouth.

“The cavalry… it’s a British tradition. You must be a descendant of a noble family.”

“Ha, those gnarled eyes of a colonist who can’t even see a good picture seem to see people properly. Yes, my grandfather is the 7th Duke of Marlborough, and my father was the former Minister of Finance.”

So, among the nobility, it is said that he is a TOP-class nobleman.

In terms of Moorim, among the three families, would it be at the level of the five generations? Considering that Rothschild is also in the baron class, it is true that the duke class is really high.

But… what? Still, being pissed off is getting pissed off.

In the first place, the empire of this period was an empire led by colonies, not a caste system that adopted a feudal system.

There are only barbaric military states such as the Japanese Empire or the German ‘Japanese Empire’ in such a neighborhood.

It wasn’t as much as the United States, which started without nobility, or France, where the nobility itself was abolished, but here, too, the idea of liberty, equality, and fraternity was still blossoming.

It is said that the British aristocrats were not particularly upper-class citizens who had both money and power.

Would you say that money has become more important?

So among the extremely poor British aristocrats, there are many cases of marrying Jewish financiers like Rothschild or newly wealthy Americans like Mr. Miller. The Beymer family, originally the home of Mrs. Clara Miller, is also an aristocratic family.

In other words, to put it in a nutshell, Mr. Miller is absolutely not inferior to the nobleman who looks like he has little money but a high status.

Now, then, the angle came out… Now, the moment I thought about how to give this big-headed cadet a true education.

Mr. Miller suddenly tapped me on the side.

“Handle.”

“Yes, Mr. Miller. Shall we make sashimi or bake it whole?”

“That’s charming too, but look over there.”

over there

Where I turned my head in puzzlement… my God.

Something was caught on the left arm of the high-nosed, pathetic cadet who had been cooking countless dishes in his head until just now.

The title is written in a fan cursive font that looks like waves in dark blue.

It was my book, ＜Peter Perry and the Forest of Secrets＞. That too, in a flashy limited edition hardcover.

Realizing that my gaze was fixed, the young cadet snorted and said,

“Even if you don’t have eyes for painting, you seem to have eyes for literature. This is the masterpiece of the author Hanslow Jean, a precious treasure of our British Empire.”

“······what?”

While I was in shock and horror, Mr. Miller, who was on the verge of bursting into laughter next to me, opened his mouth.

“Keep, after. Pooh. okay. Sir, are you saying that you really like Hanslow Jin’s writings?”

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“Queup, suck. Yeah, why are you so overrated?”

“Hey, where are you? What a rude author…”

He rolled his eyes and cleared his throat for a while with a groan, then began to speak as if he were asserting.

“Isn’t that obvious? Looking at the four great fairies he created, I could see that this pavilion thoroughly researched the Germanic and Greek myths that form the culture of the British Empire. And the name of the main character named after Peter, the first Pope, Peter, who came to them, represents the divine gospel of God.”

I exchanged glances with Mr. Miller.

‘Hey, did you?’

‘Sea Bomb, it can’t be.’

No, of course, elves and dwarves are the source of Germanic mythology. Even though Tolkien’s ＜Lord of the Rings＞ is in between.

But what about nymphs and sylphs… I’m just used to kids who end up with a fringe, so I roughly chose the names of the national rules and wrote them.

Originally, Koreans are familiar with Greek mythology thanks to the cartoons they read as children. I also know that on a common sense level.

But how much more does Peter symbolize Christianity? It can’t be, I just used it because it’s a common name. What kind of bullsh*t are you talking about?

“Is that all? The fact that the name of the school is Oberon Academy, and that Peter pulled out Excalibur from Avalon under the school pond indicate that the motif is in the legends of Shakespeare and King Arthur. It must have been inspired by the proud culture of the great British Empire.”

That’s because it’s the easiest reference for you Brits to understand. Don’t you know the cultural context? This context blindness!

“So, as a proud officer of the British Empire, how can I not pay respect to the great writer of the future!”

“Awww…”

So don’t talk like my writing is some English witcher with your eyes shining like that! I’m just writing what the customer wants!

In line with the words of the officer who burst out without rest as if rapping, my limbs shriveled endlessly.

On the other hand… Mr. Miller managed to hold back a laugh and opened his mouth, probably dying of laughter at me twisting my body like that.

“Khehehehe. That’s right, that’s right. So, are you reading well these days?”

“Of course. Be sure to read the serialized portion of the latest issue of ＜Temple Bar＞ published yesterday! Again, this was a very perfect episode! A test of courage in the forbidden forest in the middle of the night. If you are a cadet of the great British Empire, you must have the courage to break through the taboo, cancer!”

no, you madman I just crammed in the clichés of everyday life… It seems that my stomach is twisted to see that it is glorified in an instant like the spirit of exploration and courage of the British Empire. stomach, placebo·······.

“Hmm, it seems that Hanslro respects Jin very much.”

“Yes, of course. I respect you from the bottom of my heart!!”

no, i don’t need it I don’t need the respect of a guy like you, so please get out of here.

But as if ignoring my inner cries, Mr. Miller smirked and continued to encourage the cadet.

“If you are such a great writer, I would like to meet you once. Do you know where you live?”

No, what do you want to meet? While you are staying at my house.

Even now, you’re constantly glancing at me!

Of course, the Sandhurst cadet also spoke confidently without knowing that he was being made fun of.

“It’s a pity, but I don’t know the whereabouts of author Hanslo Jin. But seeing that he writes such beautiful and pure words, he must be conceiving of his works in the bosom of the pristine and beautiful nature of the British Empire… befitting him.”

“Hmm, is that so?”

“exactly. Even now, if you close your eyes, you can see good things! In a beautiful nature like a fairy forest in a novel, a wise old man who loves his country and people like William Blake, the poet of romanticism, writes parchment with a solid gold fountain pen to spread the beauty of the world to children. The way you dye it!”

no.

“Writing words while watching the sunset spreading in the forest! There must be white swans playing in the water in the lake in front of it. Splashing water droplets and spreading haze of light… Yes! Just like in The Secret of the Lake!”

No, you crazy bastard! Who writes like that! Writing in the woods without a table, is there any chance that the paper will get crumpled!? What is a lake again?

It was then.

“Heh heh, let’s listen, let’s listen…”

Suddenly, an old man with glasses in front of him turned his head and spoke to me.

“Hanslo Jean is a patriot like William Blake? It’s the first time I’ve ever heard such nonsense!”

what is this. What else is this old man?

“I am a professor of English literature at Oxford! you see? It’s a pity, clumsy kid, but even if you’re wrong, you’re wrong!”

“No, what do you mean by that? How could a sage like Hanslow Jin…!”

“There is no doubt that the cultural tendencies reflected in his novels reflect the original mythology of our island of Great Britain. However, his vocabulary is sometimes more American than British! He was by no means born and bred in England. You must be from America, speaking American English!”

“Oh, that can’t be!”

The cadet opened his mouth in amazement. It looks as if the sky has collapsed… Actually, this self-proclaimed English professor isn’t wrong.

First of all, there is no doubt that the English I have learned is American English, and Mr. Miller, who lives with me, is also someone who has not completely abandoned his American accent.

As a result, it’s not wrong to say that what I wrote in the novel was American English, but…

No, why would such a brilliant person use his talents to analyze this strange thing?

and.

“Tsk, that’s deplorable. To think that an Oxford professor, the best intellectual of our British Empire, would make such a pitiful remark.”

It wasn’t the cadet who said that. Certainly not Mr. Miller.

We looked back. There, a man with thicker cheeks, wearing a thick coat this summer, was looking down at me.

Suddenly a new entrant here?

And he started talking nonchalantly.

“Whether Hanslo Jean’s vocabulary is American or British, it doesn’t help at all to guess his origins. I can guess who he grew up with as a child.”

“What do you mean? Who are you?”

“I teach linguistics at Cambridge. And from my point of view, Hanslo Jean could never be considered to be from the British Empire or the United States of America. Because his novels sometimes use sloppy sentences, and whenever that happens, he puts the verb at the end of the sentence.”

I reflexively looked at Mr. Miller. Did I?

Seeing that Mr. Miller nodded while thinking quietly, he must have been real…

“This habit is generally a habit of German immigrants. So he is from Germany or Austria!”

“Keuuu can you take responsibility for that?!”

“Hanslo Jean is Kraut (a German swear word), how can you make such a foolish statement!”

“I just expressed my academic opinion!!”

“It’s a duel, me and you son of a b*tch!!”

what is this.

Why are you having a fight with my nationality, these crazy people. In the meantime, I can’t even guess that I’m Asian.

“there! What a fuss in the auction house!”

“security!! Pull it out right now!!”

Of course, there was no way that such a disturbance would be allowed in the auction house, which was no different from a social hall, so I guessed that the cadets and two professors who were arguing strange theories had no choice but to be dragged away by the guards.

The unfortunate thing is that me and Mr. Miller were also in those etc.

black, that’s too much I didn’t say anything.

“Well, you’ve reached your goal anyway.”

“Mr. Miller, if you go to Torquay, you are not allowed to play cricket.”

“why not!?”

So why are you provoking the cadets to create this division, why!?

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I stared at Mr. Miller with those eyes, and Mr. Miller grabbed the cadet and pretended to cry.

“Damn it, Winston. I live like this.”

“Hey, don’t be too sad. Mr. Miller.”

······When the hell did you even make a statement?

It was then that I turned to call for a carriage to go home, contemplating how to dispose of these burns.

“Next time, Mr. Miller, leave that coolie behind and come to Sandhurst alone! Then this Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill will treat you big!”

“······what?”

Winston, ignore?