How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World

The content I conveyed to Arwen is part of a speech that played a decisive role in Hitler’s tight grip on power. Through that speech, Hitler instilled a sense of superiority and pride in the Germans who were feeling inferior due to their defeat in World War I, solidifying his own position.

Subsequently, the Nazi Party was established, and Hitler suppressed all his opponents while collectively indoctrinating the eyes and ears of the citizens. He then invaded Poland, sparking World War II.

In fact, an English spy was on the verge of betraying his country after hearing Hitler’s speech, indicating the remarkable prowess of his oratory skills. The speech itself was tailored to uplift the spirits of the disillusioned citizens.

“Come on, don’t be joking! How can I give such a speech!”

“Hehehehe!”

As Arwen’s face turned red, I pounded the desk with my hand and burst into laughter. It seems she also belatedly realized that there was something strange about the content of the speech.

Whether it be said or not, in my current thoughts, I imagined Arwen shouting at the people of Alvenheim with a strong accent and exaggerated gestures. No matter how much I think about it, it just doesn’t fit at all.

“Ah, come on. You can rarely see me laugh so loudly.”

“Ugh… Don’t tease me. I’m being serious…”

As I wiped away my tears and spoke, Arwen grumbled with a deadpan expression. However, her face remained flushed, and her ears were still standing tall toward the sky.

I’ve heard that an elf’s ears change according to their emotions. So, it means that she is feeling embarrassed right now.

Moreover, she seemed quite sulky, protruding her lips and making a pouty expression like a child. Who would think of this cute and beautiful elf as the Queen of Alvenheim?

Maybe it’s because I’ve only seen her in her usual state and never as a queen. Until now, I couldn’t possibly imagine her as Arwen the queen.

However, it seemed better to stop teasing her. I immediately apologized to the sulking Arwen.

“Okay, I got it. I won’t tease you anymore. But still, the impromptu speech was quite good, don’t you think?”

“Objectively speaking, it’s an excellent speech. But, how should I put it… I’m not sure if it’s a speech that instills pride or one meant for incitement. It’s completely different from the speech I wanted.”

“You’re right.”

In fact, Hitler himself uplifted the confidence of defeated Germans with his speeches, so it’s not entirely wrong. It can be said that incitement also began from that time.

“However, does it have to be a task specifically assigned to me? Normally, someone else writes the speech, and you review it yourself.”

“There is hardly anyone I know who possesses such exceptional writing skills as you do. Especially when it comes to writing moving words, it’s only you.”

“It would be nice if you could moderate the excessive praise.”

“Being too humble doesn’t look good either. Your writing is already influencing the world, so why say such things?”

When you speak so firmly, it makes me embarrassed. I awkwardly smiled and, avoiding eye contact, got straight to the point.

“Alright. So, Arwen, you want me to write a speech for you? To address the issue of half-bloods in Alvenheim?”

“That’s right. Alvenheim is currently in much greater turmoil than you imagine. We don’t know when half-bloods started infiltrating Alvenheim or whether our ancestors had any mixed blood.”

In Alvenheim, mixed blood has become an irreversible social phenomenon. Elves, unlike humans who have frequent generational changes due to their shorter lifespans, can easily identify mixed-blood individuals.

However, the problem lies in the fact that the characteristics of mixed blood are not easily visible. In reality, Alvenheim can only integrate and coexist with half-bloods.

While contemplating the situation in Alvenheim for a moment, a curious question came to my mind, and I asked Arwen.

“Are there symbols of pure blood among the elves? Isn’t that a form of racial superiority?”

“That’s correct. However, as you know, there is a sort of chosen people ideology deeply embedded in the hearts of the elves. It’s about the blood of those chosen by the gods and the blood of those who were not chosen. That’s the only explanation needed.”

“The more you observe the elves, the more they become an enigmatic race, don’t they?”

Sometimes, elves are a race that follows honor and pride, but occasionally they are a race that devours themselves due to their arrogance, just like this. Pride turns into arrogance, and the belief in superiority or chosenness becomes conceit, so elves can be considered extreme in this aspect.

Furthermore, they possess enough “power” to fall into arrogance. The danger of becoming engulfed in arrogance is high. Ultimately, the issue of mixed-blood stems partially from the inherent arrogance of elves.

“Are the pure-bloods and mixed-bloods fighting with each other right now?”

“Not to that extent yet. Most of the people who identify themselves as mixed-bloods are in high positions. However, I’m starting to suspect that even people around me might be mixed-bloods.”

“If we leave it like this, it will only get worse.”

The only fortunate thing is that seeds of unrest have only sprouted, and the flowers have not bloomed yet. When the flowers bloom, it will become uncontrollably chaotic, so Arwen has the obligation to calm the situation through her speech.

The problem is whether the elves, who discriminate even against mixed-bloods, will listen to Arwen’s speech and calm down. The situation is not easy at all.

In the worst case, someone incites the elves and drives out all the mixed-bloods. If this happens, the dark elves, who have experienced the same treatment, will completely turn their backs on Alvenheim, claiming that it hasn’t changed, and naturally, the national power will also decline significantly.

It is still calm before the storm, and if we fail to handle it properly from here, nobody can predict what future awaits Alvenheim.

‘It feels burdensome.’

I stared intently at Arwen, who was worried about the future of Alvenheim. How difficult must it be for such tiny shoulders to bear the fate of a nation? Moreover, there are many stubborn elves, and Council’s elders , possess both wisdom and cunning. It’s overwhelming for young Arwen to deal with such a burden.

I wondered why she specifically asked me to write the speech, of all people. Perhaps it’s because she can’t trust the people within Alvenheim. I couldn’t help but become curious about the political structure of Alvenheim, but it’s probably best not to interfere to that extent.

In a way, this could be seen as a test imposed on Arwen. I’ll only assist her a little.

“Anyway, I understand. I’ll help you write the speech.”

“R-Really?”

“Yeah, but there should be some form of repayment, right?”

“Repayment…”

As soon as the word “repayment” was mentioned, Arwen’s bright expression froze in an instant. She must be aware of what it means to ask me for a speech. It’s embarrassing for me to say this, but I am the author of the ongoing Xenon’s Biography, which is currently changing the world. At least it means that I’m recognized for my writing skills, and asking someone like me for a favor is no easy thing.

Moreover, Arwen personally stepped forward to make the request, while hiding her true identity. If she doesn’t provide some form of repayment, it would be like selling out my conscience.

‘But I can’t think of a suitable repayment.’

The high-level theft incident ended with receiving the manuscript, and Siris became a messenger while Rain received a suspended sentence.

But this is purely a personal transaction with Arwen.

However, it’s bothersome that I have nothing to receive from Arwen.

Money? I have enough money accumulated already, and I’m not particularly interested in it. Besides, I have two girlfriends who have a lot of money, so what would I need it for?

Honor? I am the author of Xenon’s Biography. No words are necessary.

Status? If I need something, I can ask Rina.

Knowledge? I’m in the middle of receiving and diligently reading books from the Sanctuary.

Women? There’s Marie and Cecily. I’ve been consistently sleeping with Marie until late at night, and I might also do it with Cecily soon.

‘Wow… come to think of it, I really have everything, don’t I?’

At not even twenty years old, I realized that I had everything a man could want. Personally, I have a modest personality and no greed for power, so I don’t want anything more.

However, it would be strange to say that I don’t want anything. From Arwen’s perspective, it would be her owing me a favor again, and she might be the only one uncomfortable with it.

I pondered over what kind of repayment I should receive that would satisfy Arwen. I went through countless considerations. Even a sinister thought crossed my mind for a brief moment, but I quickly dismissed it.

‘…Ah, yes. This should work.’

Fortunately, there is one thing left. It’s something that can be referenced in Xenon’s Biography, so it should be fine.

“Could you tell me in detail about magic?”

“Magic? But you’re not a mage, are you?”

Arwen tilted her head and responded with a puzzled expression to my request. As she said, I am neither a mage and just a physically fit civilian.

However, what I desire is not to inherit magic but rather knowledge about the types of magic and their effects. Not teleportation or flying in the sky kind of magic, but the magic that only elves can use.

I could ask Cecily, who is also a practitioner of the same magic, but elves are descendants of angels and demons are descendants of devils. Perhaps due to this reason, demonic magic tends to focus on “destruction.”

On the other hand, you can think of elves as a hexagon filled to the brim. They can provide support, attack, defend, and so on. However, their output is slightly weaker compared to demons.

“Well, I can still refer to it. And it’s not that I’m asking you to teach me magic, but rather to let me know its name and its abilities. If possible, write it down and send it to me.”

“Don’t you have a demonic princess?”

“Cecily is a demon. I heard that the magic used by elves and demons follows different paths.”

“Hmm, I see. Alright then.”

Arwen nodded and, after assessing my expression, cautiously spoke.

“…Is that really enough for you?”

“I’m satisfied.”

“Isaac, I am the Queen of Alvenheim. Even if it’s something difficult to ask for, I will gladly help. I don’t want to be indebted forever.”

“Um…”

Arwen gently made a suggestion, placing her hand on her chest, and I looked at her face while crossing my arms. Then, I glanced down discreetly.

Although she’s currently dressed in a robe, beneath it is a tight dress like the one she wore last time. The silver-gray dress, matching the color of her hair, boldly accentuated Arwen’s figure. Despite appearing young, I remember her hips being remarkable. Even when she knelt and bowed her head, all eyes were drawn to her, so further explanation is unnecessary.

‘Oh, no. The lewd devil again…’

I quickly defeated the lewd devil and looked at Arwen. She had an expression that seemed genuinely apologetic or perhaps at a loss for words.

“It’s alright. It’s just a speech, after all. Or would you like me to help you with the speech too? But I have one request.”

“W-What is it? I’ll gladly listen if you tell me now.”

“It won’t be fun if I tell you now. How about practicing it here first?”

“But the speech…”

“Let’s go with that.”

Arwen looked somewhat uncomfortable about delivering the speech I had written on my own. However, the content itself was sufficient to inspire the citizens.

Soon after, Arwen got up from the bed, stretched her neck, and then glanced at me. As I faced her, a question arose in my mind.

“Don’t you need to memorize it?”

“I already have it all memorized.”

“… …”

“Elves may lack adaptability, but once we see something, we never forget it.”

As expected, elves are cheat species along with the demons. It’s rather sad that I’m an ordinary human. While I was having such thoughts, and a jealous gaze in my eyes, Arwen glanced at me, perhaps with a hint of tension, took a deep breath, and thumped her chest.

I wished she would go beyond that and strip off her robe, revealing her beautiful figure. However, I suppressed the desire as it felt like crossing a line.

Finally, with a determined look in her eyes, Arwen clenched her fist.

“People of Albeneim! Chosen by the gods, we established the first civilization and furthermore, magic…!”

“Pfft…”

Laughter burst out from the very first sentence. Her exaggerated gestures perfectly reflected her image, without a doubt. However, Arwen continued her speech steadfastly, making it even more amusing due to its seriousness.

“Although we suffered defeat in the race war, we learned from our mistakes and progressed even further! So, my fellow elves, rise once again… Oh, screw it.”

Eventually, even she seemed to think it wasn’t right and unexpectedly spewed out a rare curse. Then, she plopped onto the bed and groaned in frustration.

“You’re really hopeless! This is an instigation, not a speech!”

“Hahaha!”

“Don’t laugh! I told you I’m serious! You damn red human!”

“Oh, dear, I can’t help it! Hahaha!”

While Arwen groaned and nagged, I fell to the floor, unable to control my laughter. It was as if an elementary school student was delivering an eloquent speech, providing irresistible cuteness.

“Stop laughing!”

“Hahaha!”

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