Answer Me, My Prince

To my secretive friend, Coco.

I've collected all the pieces of torn letters that have been blown up by the Thames. That's a cute lie.

There's nothing more cute than you, who's clever in every way, that you can't be as clever as in a lie.

It's a morning when I think of you who hesitated and thought how to tell me, and I want to know the truth of the incident even more and more.

But it's not good to pry when your opponent doesn't want to talk. It's one of the few wisdoms of life that I've lived for over 20 years and realized with my body.

To realize with your body here...I mean, I learned by being beaten by my beloved sister, and the lessons I learned with my wounds are not easily forgotten.

So leaving behind your desire to know everything, I won't necessarily tell you what's going on.

But, Coco.

Just remember one thing.

If one day you want to talk to someone about this, that person must be me, not Liam, Juliet, not your wall.

If you just say "Archie over there," I'm ready to sit in front of your shelf and listen to your endless chatter at any time.

the evening of the last day of the first ten months

Archie Albert is curious about everything about you, leaving behind your life's determination to live without deep thought.

P.S. I didn't think for a while that you'd tell me when the time came. Isn't it time for Anne Celine's manuscript to tell us what's going on?

* * *

My prince with almost all the virtues that a friend should have.

Among your many advantages, the first thing to be praised is patience. As far as I know, you're the only one who can live with that curiosity, even with the intelligence of knowing that there's something they don't say.

I was so indifferent when I didn't even think about bringing up Anne Celine's story until you asked me.

Actually, Arch. By the time you were lying down injured, there was a big problem with the manuscript.

It wasn't a tragedy that I lost all of my manuscripts, but it was more serious than that.

So, Anne Celine's manuscript...

The manuscript...

...it's not funny.

The manuscript was so much fun that I couldn't take my eyes off it until the part where I told the prince.

But the fun disappeared as if it wasn't there from the beginning.

Everyone in our editorial department is really embarrassed. This feels like a completely different person. Has it happened that Anne Celine suddenly went to the Kingdom of Windsorton, and that the magnificently lazy history archives of Windsorton came here?

Where did all the first concise and witty sentences go, and now this article is just a list of facts.

I heard that this is what I'm getting, and I'm sure the prince can guess what it's like to see you being picky. He doesn't say it, but he puts the words "Why didn't you say it wasn't mine?" on his forehead. I didn't tell you, but the editor was a little reluctant to publish this manuscript from the beginning. That's what I said I'd be stubborn about.

Now that this has happened, my position in the editorial department, which was already small, is even smaller, so I'm going to stand with one foot. Well, it's not bad to stand in a place as big as a book and chat with Juliet alternately on both feet, but if you keep doing this, you'll get caught in the leg.

So a week ago, I talked to Liam. This is why I'm asking Anne Celine to look at the manuscript again. But this guy, he got sulky when he said that.

I mean, should I say it's sulky? His clear face suddenly turned pale and he crammed up with his hair tied up.

"Is it... ...that bad?

I said it quickly.

"Well, it's not the worst, Liam."

"Right? It's not the worst, is it? I mean, she's good at writing."

"I'm terrible at writing. It's as if he wasn't there from the beginning. It's amazing, isn't it? It's not the worst.”

"Yes, it's not the worst, is it? That's enough."

"...it's worse than the worst in terms of not having fun."

"There's something worse than the worst."

Liam looked like a really hurt man with his head down at what I said. I almost wondered if Liam had written this.

"So I don't write books carelessly, oh... "

You're even muttering like that, and that's what makes you think.

But, Prince. Liam is a little different from you. He never writes me a letter. No matter how much I beg you. You can't think that such a person is writing. So I asked if it was Anne Celine's story. Liam nodded his head.

"Anne Selene, author...I think you're mistaken. It was a wrong idea to release the next film. No, you had to pay, but you had to write it very short. To write a behind-the-scenes story, really."

Liam kept muttering.

It was kind of fascinating. Liam, he's never a talkative person.

Either way, he's a very mysterious person who picks out only meaningful words when he says a word. Last night, I was very curious about something, so I went to him and he didn't answer properly and said, "It's time for me." I got angry because he kept saying, "It's time for me. If I had a little more temper, Anne Shirley would want to hit Gilbert on the head. I mean, sometimes he's so frustrating. He muttered like that back then.

"Well, I shouldn't have written it like that.Oh, I mean, I told Anne Celine that, Cordelia."

I felt sorry for him for his gibberish, so I quickly patted him on the shoulder.

"It's all right, Liam. Just suggest you fix it."

"And how it should be fixed.”

Liam's facial expression got stronger. I understand that feeling, too. It would be very difficult for a kind person like Liam to tell him to fix his writing because it's not fun.

"Was it really that bad?”

Liam looked at me like he was holding onto the last line of hope. It was very hard to nod to those beautiful blue eyes. But what should I do? No matter how handsome Liam is, it's not fun to be boring.

"Yes, it's really boring.”

Liam looked as if he was almost the hero of Shakespeare's tragedy. Maybe you have a special relationship with Anne Celine. I understood how discouraged you are because you have excellent empathy just by looking at how well you listen to me.

Looking at his drooping shoulders, I've also been heartbroken, but what can I do?

As you said, I can't lie, and no one can deny that the manuscript isn't funny. At this point, I thought that putting your letter into a book would be easier than fixing the manuscript.

Anyway, since Liam said he can make the corrections well, he should have made some progress, but to make matters worse, the illustrator suddenly lost contact this week.

Since she was an illustrator with a history, editor Mary Ann immediately broke the contract. I think the editor-in-chief wanted to throw this is what happened. I understand that feeling, too. Prince Archie, actually. If it weren't for your story, I would have let this novel go.

But I can't do that anymore.

This is your story.

Maybe it's about you and me.

I said I'd bring a new illustrator in a smaller, card-sized location. Mary Ann, the editor-in-chief, wants me to bring back the illustrator of the original story if I'm being disgusted.

Actually, the illustration of the original "Princess and the Knight" is really beautiful.

Princess Edwina's red hair, which is described in detail as I am painted by your Pilgrims, makes me accept without complaint that the knight Arthur Gillan fell in love with the princess at once.

The delicate scenery of Winserton is so beautiful with thin lines.

The paint on Arthur Gillan's blue eyes is so clear.

His golden hair gives off a bright golden color as if it were drawn by even a handful of sunlight.

His shadow waiting in front of the castle is so beautiful gray.

I found out for the first time when I saw this picture that only colors can express emotions.

There will be no shadow that looks so sad.

I know that, too.

It would be great to find the illustrator.

But that's impossible.

The publisher of the original book is a very small company that disappeared more than 20 years ago, and the book doesn't even have the name of the illustrator, and I've never heard of the illustrator working on another book.

I called Liam once again and asked Anne Celine to ask her for the name of the illustrator, but she was embarrassed by the hiccups.

"I'm dead. I'm dead.“

"Dead"?

"Yes, and when I'm alive, I don't listen... Anyway, forget it. Cordelia, she's dead. He's dead."

I've never seen such a determined face before.

So what can I do?

I can only find paintings of all the illustrators who exist in England, sobbing and sobbing in the sea of despair.

Dear my prince.

Now you know what a hard job your Coco is having a hard time.

Even today, I'm busy collecting data all day, returning the weekend to find a similar figure to the illustrator of the original work. Tomorrow, I'll have to go back to work and work on other books that I have to publish within this month.

It's a pity. My heart is always on one side of the desk in the 1st Scripture of the Lete monastery, but I have to work like this to maintain a three-legged room in the middle of London.

Do you know what's sadder?

In spite of all this distress, I love my work so much that I can't even imagine myself doing anything other than making a book. Something really interesting happened, and even if I were to go to the Kingdom of Windsorton, I'd probably wander around the writing room and try to find a storybook other than a trial.

Yes, my life has been twisted since the moment I was crazy about books. That's very, very strong, too.

So, my generous friend, your Coco, please kneel down again.

If you feel any pity for me, please don't be so angry that you've been hiding this important fact.

Yes, I know. There's no more reason for us to continue the letter.

Now that your reality has caught up with the time of my manuscript, our relationship has completely reversed, and there is no information left for me to give you. Yes, I'm now a worthless friend of mine.

Archie Albert, you're not going to abandon me, are you?

7.27. In front of the evening play.

Relying on your friendly friendship, Cordelia Grey.

P.S. Is the 27th the last day of the super-tropical moon? It's a shame.

* * *

To my demanding and secretive Coco.

Yes, the 27th day of the eleventh month is over.

Unlike the ten-month-old fever, your specialty seems endless.

Coco, what is the reason you're asking a set question?

You're asking me if I'm going to abandon you, even though I'm a man who can't live a day without you.

It's a night where I think there are ways to make people swear eternal life.

Nevertheless, as always, the one who likes more loses, and I will forgive all your spiritual letters. It's heartbreaking to know that I was so busy living alone while I was fooling around in the monastery.

But, Coco.

It's a reversal of the relationship, don't you think it's too much to fool me with your use of words? You're still holding in your hand what I'm most curious about.

Yes, "The princess and the knight.

How beautiful the painting is that you praise it in seven lines?

You only used five lines to praise Liam's appearance.

Come on, "Send me the princess and the knight.

You should know that this is not just because of my curiosity.

You shouldn't look at beautiful paintings alone. Showing the slackened group of vegetarians in our monastery Pilgyeongso to raise their awareness.

If the day comes when you abandon me first, Archie Albert will be as proud as he is today.

P.S. As long as I have a book in the world, your value will last forever.

* * *

Sometimes a very meticulous arch Albert.

I know. "I forgot to send the first edition of the article with the princess.

I didn't mean to see you fretting.

I am sorry to have kept you waiting, so I will enclose a first edition of the "Princess and the Knight" from my treasure box instead of a new book. It's a book I've had since I was very young, and my mom read it to me dozens, hundreds of times. It's got some dirt on it, it's a tear mark, and it's full of crooked underlines.

But if you open this book, the first thing you see will not be those flaws.

If you see the burning red-haired princess under the green fields, under the green trees, you'll know at once.

The fact that our editor-in-chief isn't being stubborn for nothing.

It's really a great picture, isn't it?

P.S. That's right. I knew you would never abandon me, so I asked. But I didn't think that my library would be my biggest strength. I just thought you couldn't abandon me because you were sad that you couldn't say you loved me.

I'm worried about the sudden disappearance of books in this world. Then you'll cut me off. You throw them in the bookcase, whether they're broken or not. After about a hundred years, if you suddenly think of me, come to the Thames. I'm going to be wailing for longing and sweeping the floor with long hair to collect pieces of the sunken letter at the bottom of the Thames.

A sad evening after the elementary ten months.

Your library supply book, Cordelia.

* * *

My Coco will be cute even if she cries out for longing.

Tell me more.

What would you do if I abandoned you?

Are you going to be lonely tearing up all the letters I sent you in the way you like?

Will you drink with Juliet every night, and decorate the walls with letters?

Are you going to walk around your three-step room all night biting your nails?

Please describe your sadness as horribly as possible.

Especially, the scene of crawling the road is more detailed.

Please tell me that you will shed tears for me.

I'm not your pure friend anymore, glad I'm the reason for your grief. I guess I'm Cecil's younger brother. I knew for the first time that a man could have such twisted feelings, that he was in a state of exultation over the sorrow of his beloved friend.

P.S. Yes, just like you said, "The illustrations of the princess and the knight are very beautiful. I could see why you mentioned the painting you drew at our monastery.

The delicate brush depicting red hair is similar to the skill of our best vegetarian, Tillbert. His drawing style is more round and dull, and he doesn't have to paint this beautiful woman, but he's working on the handwriting of his old poetry every day.

And, Coco. You said to look at the picture, but I spent an hour just looking at your playful scribbling. Why did you put a horn on her head? If the book is lost in the world and your value is diminished, I will now use you as a spiritual comrade to share the evil thoughts within me.

* * *

Welcome to my world, my prince.

The reason I have a horn on my princess' head is because I also have a spirit that is close to evil like you.

Prince, sometimes I expect you to miss me so much that you will tear up.

Sometimes I hesitate in front of the book locker in the hope that I would wait for my letter while struggling.

Of course, I don't have the patience of you, so the hesitation doesn't go over a minute.

Your evil comrade. Cordelia,

P.S. Sharing evil is also a special fun. I love your letter this time, I read it three times again.

* * *

My soul's friend stained with evil.

Darkness came to conceal our sins.

That means it's the perfect time to steal.

"I've been to the library on one side of the penitentiary because I keep thinking about Tillbert's paintings after seeing the paintings in the princess and the article. It's completely separate from the library, and we have a collection of books that our Pilgrims worked on.

The Pilgrims are so foolish that they make one more copy of their own scriptures and collect them here. Yes, my crazy friend in the book. If you come to this world, you will probably spend the most time here. Even if you don't like books, this is a place that looks like a heaven to many people. Flynn also spends most of his day here.

But there is no one else but me to go in this night, when neither Florian nor Noel is asleep. I will be the only one who dares to steal a book from there day or night.

Cordelia, don't try to swear at my habit of stealing already how many. I didn't mean to do that from the beginning. While you were reading my letter three times, I was just off to see the old pictures of Tilbert.

But I didn't expect to find anything like this there.

Unlike you, I, who is meticulous and delicate, will not forget to enclose a book.

You can see the title as soon as you open the book. It's the beautiful work of Mr. Vader.

"The Knight Arthur Gillan"

As soon as you see this title, you will forgive my bad hand habit.

My holy friend, if you still think it's impossible to bring someone else's without permission, please turn over another page.

You'll see an illustration of a long, ornamental figure that's completely different from the current trend. On the bottom, there's a letter "t" that Tilbert drew in small letters to leave a trace of me a trace.

However, you will see it before you laugh at the small letters.

"I mean Arthur Gillan, an article by our Tilbert, with blue eyes shattered like Arthur Gillan of the Princess and the Knight, bright blond hair like a handful of sunshine.

Yes, Cordelia.

I did what you said was impossible.

"The illustration of the princess and the knight was painted by our Tilbert.

The eight-line compliment you spit out will be returned to him tomorrow morning.

In the meantime, I hope you cover your bookcase and lie in bed and fall asleep while reading the book I gave you.

In my dream, I will invite you who are crazy about books to my world's library to be happy.

Good night, Coco.

* * *

Archie Albert, are you crazy?

Did you think I'd be dreaming in silence if you told me to lie down in bed or fall asleep while reading?

No, you'll be looking forward to my reply with a big smile on your face by now.

Tilbert said, "The illustration of the princess and the knight?

And what about Anne Celine?

Is he the author Anne Celine?

How the hell did you get the illustrations over?

To the bookcase?

Or is there another way?

You hid this fact and wrote to me last time, "Hello, I'm Gilbert"?

Mr. Gilbert's vegetarian is more ambitious than I am, more personal than you, and more vicious than Cecil!

Besides, what the hell is this book?

"I heard it's a story about Arthur Gillan, but it's not about Princess Edwina, it's about the founding of Windsorton. There's only a brave article about Arthur Gillan, and I can't find his love story.

Is there anyone who lives in Windsorton forever?

Did the knight Arthur Gillan come to see Princess Edwina after helping Windsorton build and then live very, very long?

Do the Windsorptons live 100 or 200 years?

Or is the name Arthur Gillan common enough to be kicked in Winderton?

Please reply quickly, my friend.

Early morning from July 28th to 29th,

Your sleepless friend, Coco.

* * *

My lovely lump of question mark, Coco.

I'm glad to make fun of you after a long time.

I'm also happy to prove my usefulness after a long time.

But I'm so tired today.

Tomorrow morning, when Tillbert wakes up, I will reply to you again.

Please don't be lonely and go to sleep, my friend.

With love, Archie Albert.

* * *

No, Prince,

I'm not lonely right now. I can't sleep.

Indeed, you have consistency as a virtue!

You're not a lonely friend, Cordelia Grey.

a review of one's

Dear readers.

I read your comments three times because I liked them.

…it's not that I'm late.

I'm just sorry I'm late.

There's not much time left until it's completed, but I still see a couple of mountains to climb. I'll become a valuable person who doesn't needlessly burn his/her passion and faithfully brings one episode every day. This movie became boring like Anne Celine's manuscript.Please use me as a midnight firecracker. I mean, let's meet again tomorrow.

P.S.1: Now I'm going to show off the changed cover and the fan art you sent me. Please come and take a look in a few minutes.

P.S. 2: Thank you for your selection, recommendation, and comments. It's a pity that I can't give feedback one by one in the comments because I don't have time to write, but I hope you don't feel like Coco's father who sent me a letter without a reply because I'm listening to your opinions and comments.

P.S. 3. But I have no choice but to give you feedback. In the last episode, there was a comment that said, "Because you had the same experience." Are you, uh, Coco?