Answer Me, My Prince

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Dear my dear friend, Cordelia.

I saw your letter as soon as I woke up early in the morning.

I was very happy to see you get so angry as expected.

By the way, it seems a little hard to process a lot of question marks all at once.

Once Tilbert and Peter wake up, I'll meet them and reply again.

Is there anything urgent?

Take it easy, my friend.

On the first morning of the moon, Arch Albert.

* * *

Dear Prince of the Evil Snake Arch,

Sometimes you seem to have more of an evil nature than Cecilia.

I know it's fun to tease me with curiosity.

Please keep in mind that if you do something wrong, it can lead to your anger.

The sun is up in the sky. Prince

Tilbert and Vedder were already up, and even if they were writing, they would be four more.

I was so curious that I brought my locker to work.

You know what I'm talking about, right?

Hurry up and reply, you mean prince.

Otherwise, I'm really going to cross over there no matter what.

7.28. Morning.

Your angry friend, Cordelia.

* * *

When I get angry, my lovely Coco,

Now that you can't beat him, come into the locker and cross this way, I think that's pretty good, too.

At the expense of the magic of this magic box, your red hair will turn gray, but your green eyes will still glow and stare at me.

Your vicious fingers that used to bother me with writing will not miss the chance to reveal their aggression, but will grab the dagger and thrust it into my heart. That's a good death. I like you very much because you're angry, and you'll be able to end your life watching that.

Cordelia, you know now, right? Your threat is not scary at all.

Tell me a more scary story. I'll never reply to you again, or I'll break our bookcase.

the fresh morning of the moon,

If you put that awful thing on the line, I'll give you even Windsorton's top-secret documents, Arch Albert.

* * *

Archie Albert.

You're a real player.

You make fun of me and float me into the sky at the same time.

He likes me so much that he fears our letters will be cut off,

Why are you bothering me so much?

Then, you can smash your head like Gilbert.

Your Anne Shirley, Cordelia Grey.

P.S. Is it fun to tease me like that?

* * *

My girl who is more violent than Ann Shirley,

Of course. It's really fun.

It's every day that I live with the rewards of teasing you.

And now that my value of use seems to solve your riddle, the only way I can take to raise my value is to hold the secret and make you fret, right?

I don't know if you're clapping your fist at a desk, honing your teeth and cursing my name back and forth, but for me, this was the best choice.

Thanks to you, I can talk to you during the day, so I'm happy like this.

Archie is spending a quiet afternoon, regardless of your busy schedule.

P.S. Oh, did I tell you that I found out all the secrets about Tilbert? And the secrets of Arthur Gillan's story. It's true. I know everything!

* * *

Archie, the intruder of my night,

Infiltrate my day as much as you want.

I promise.

I will write to you every day even when your value is gone.

I'll keep you in the corner of my room and treat you fondly even when you're ruined and blind and can't walk.

So, please answer one question at a time on my question mark with a mind of cherishing our friendship.

Waiting for lunch time and your reply.

Cordelia Gray

P.S. I'll be back for lunch in about 30 minutes. I hope your letter comes when I come back to the desk.

P.S.2: I like that I can meet you during the day, too.

* * *

Evil Lady Cordelia.

You were thinking of destroying me in a mess, blinding me and making me unable to walk.

That's very impressive.

Your good friend, Arch.

* * *

Prince Archie, the best player in Windsorton.

Don't forget that I'm working right now.

Do you remember the first book I lent you, "The Storm Hill"?

Emily Bronte, who wrote the crazy novel, has an older sister, and she wrote as crazy as her younger sister.

It's a novel about an orphan named Jane Eyre, whose main character is Jane Eyre.

If you say this, "You might think of Anne of Green Gables or Uncle Daddy Long Legs, so to be more precise, "Jane Air is as eerie as a storm hill of storm.

This time, there's a guy who's incredibly attractive and not at all right about what this sister's male view looks like.

Well, it's been said that this man is ugly throughout his work. Archie, you know that, right? How much I don't like ugly men. But this guy, Rochester, is holding people's hearts to the point where I want to erase the line that he's ugly.

Why am I talking about this? The Bronte sisters are more wicked than you and I, and they end up making Rochester blind and unable to walk.

I'm just working on publishing the book.

That's why my letter to you implied Rochester's last.

I never tried to seduce you with all the books I had.

But since you've crossed over anyway, I'm asking.

Now, as I read my sloppy explanation, I thought, "Didn't you wonder what Jane Eyre is about?

Tell me the secret.

If you answer until I'm satisfied, tonight you'll be able to read the incredibly romantic story at Thornton Mansion, where you can hear ghosts.

P.S. I would have given it to you right away if you had written more beautiful information. I'm telling you. It's such an interesting book.

* * *

My friend who still has plenty of value to use.

Yes, you had a lot of books that would intimidate and seduce me without breaking the bookcase.

As always, I will work hard to solve the clues until the night you give me the book.

First of all, your guess that Tilbert might be Anne Celine is completely wrong. But don't blame yourself too much. My great detective lady. I wouldn't have said that if you had met him for a moment.

Tilbert can't talk.

He is from Roitlingen and was brought with him when Princess Edwina came to the monastery with a ball mosquito. Some of the maidservant and maid-in-law who the princess brought stayed in the monastery for a long time, and each went back to their own place, but Tilbert had no home to go back to.

Veder says it's also a question of how he, actually, from Leitlingen, got in here and followed.

That question has not been solved for more than 20 years. The reason is that Tilbert can't speak. He has no tongue in his mouth. It was cut a long time ago, and it's only a trace of long ago.

At that time, you didn't even understand what Beder was saying, so you have a tongue. You wouldn't have been able to explain why you followed Edwinna in Winderton.

Of course, I can't speak now, but I understand everything we say like a ghost. And that's the way it should be. Haven't you been with Vader every day for 20 years? It means that Tilbert's ears contain more Windertian than anyone else's in Winderton. You can learn to speak naturally without having to learn it.

But I can only hear it, but I'm still not good at reading and writing. I could have learned if I had to, but the problem was that no one had ever thought about teaching anyone who didn't speak. Tilbert didn't have to learn Winderton either.

The last time you gathered eight monks and received a note, the sentence 'Hello, I'm Gilbert' was in it, which is the only Winderton language he can write.

I couldn't bear to see it because you told me not to see it, but I already know it. The short writing will clearly show his talent. It must have been beautifully written in beautiful and decorative handwriting.

But that's all Tillbert can say.

He embellishes the letters with more beautiful colors than anyone else, and draws detailed illustrations that no vegetarian can imitate. But he wrote Anne Celine's writing? That's unthinkable.

Now it's time for your question mark to spring up again.

How does a sergeant who can't read, can't speak, how does he work?

Probably not here, but elsewhere, there's nothing that Sergeant Pil could do if he couldn't read. Even if you're a vegetarian, you have to understand the letters you want to decorate and draw accordingly.

But don't forget, Cordelia. There is a very special presence in the monastery of Lete. Especially our noisy old Vader.

This is how things work. Once Tilbert sits down, he sits next to him and explains everything about his book. What kind of content, how the speller asked to decorate the letters, what kind of illustrations this scene contains. Tilbert shines the little eyes and nods his head hard. And he draws a picture just like he said.

As you can see, it's an incredibly beautiful painting.

So this morning, as soon as I woke up, I went to Tilbert and asked him, but it wasn't about Anselin. It's clear that he's not an author of Anne Celine, so I had to ask the next question.

I asked straightforwardly.

"Do you remember Sergeant Tilbert, Knight Arthur Gillan?"

He nodded his head silently.

"Have you vegetarianized the illustrations of Arthur Gillian's story?"

His head shook up and down again.

I quickly took out the "Princess and Knight" you gave me and stuck it out in front of him.

"Look at this. This is your painting. "Tilbert."

I opened the most beautiful last page, pushed him in front of me, and he looked at the painting.

And he pointed to a small part of the picture of the horse and shrugged his shoulders.

There was a small 't' engraved on the part he pointed at that you and I hadn't even noticed.

So, "Tilbert, I've written it down here. What are you asking?”

He looked at me again quietly. He looked so pathetic.

At this point, I became frustrated and urgently called Vader. These days, our relationship has been in sharp conflict with you between us, but we couldn't help it. There's no one as good as Veder who can translate Tillbert's gestures and facial expressions.

As soon as he saw Tilbert's expression, he started talking endlessly.

"Oh, Prince, I think Tilbert is the only sin he's committed to doing what he says. Who the hell made him do this? So that was 20 years ago. Yes, I think I drew this picture about 20 years ago. I don't think he remembers the exact date because it was too long ago. Isn't that right, Tilbert? Yeah, shrugging means you don't know. It's obvious that you're not answering. How did you end up exchanging letters with Princess Edwina in the bookcase, you? No? Yeah, you look like you don't. Then who made you do it? Oh, yeah, him. Oh, so, Prince, Tilbert..."

Yes, the story that started like that lasted about three hours from the day Tilbert came to Windsorton.

So Cordelia, you know what it feels like to save all these precious stories without telling them at once? So please, don't be so angry that the letter is a little late.

After dinner, I'll write down the information I've taken out of the pain of having to hear so many stories.

On the first evening of the moon,

Your faithful friend, Arch.

* * *

Prince Archie, who has a natural talent for teasing me.

I think you failed this time.

You gave me too many clues.

Tillbert can't write.

Then there's no possibility that we exchanged letters with Princess Edwina through the bookcase.

I'm sure Princess Edwina used to be a lot of Roitling Engines, but I don't think she has to be imaginative. If we needed that much communication, Tillbert would have tried to learn the Windsorton language.

Besides, we have another third person.

The secret princess who kept correspondence with Princess Edwina.

Sergeant Vader Phil kept hiding his identity. I asked her for sure if she was Queen Adelaide, but she didn't answer that question, strangely enough.

Let me tell you what I think.

Princess Edwina came to my world with a bookcase. You've been exchanging letters with the secret princess through the bookcase.

Maybe Anne Celine is a princess Edwina. It's still unclear how Princess Edwina came over here and how she came up with the book. Anyway, assuming Anne Celine is Princess Edwina, the story goes smoothly.

Princess Edwina, who wrote her story, would need a masterpiece.Tilbert, who knows how to play ball mosquitoes, must have been the first person to come to her mind.

I don't know if the secret princess is your mother or someone else. But it's clear that he ordered Gilbert to draw.

So, Archie, what you need to do is simple. Hurry up and yell at Vader and ask him who the secret princess is. I think everything will be revealed when I find him. Maybe you can come to where I am, just as Princess Edwina is writing here. What do you think? Do you want to hurry?

7.28. Dinner.

Back as a detective after work. Cordelia,

P.S. Ask Gilbert if he wants to work on something new. They say they'll pay as much as they want.

Of course, I don't have a penny like Windsorton's, so you'll have to pay for it, Prince. If you ask me, I'll give you a book for that amount.

PS2. By the way, what happened to the article Arthur Gillan? Is Arthur Gillan really such a common name? Prince, you have a habit of answering only one question when you ask two.

* * *

To the great detective lady who trains me hard.

I'm getting insulted by your second postscript and trying to sort it out clearly.

First, the knight Arthur Gillan is a legend in Winderton. Of course, there are some cases where children are named after him or her. However, the last name 'Gilan' has long been cut off.

When the knight Arthur Gillan came and proposed to Princess Edwina, everyone thought it was a play by Charles Wellesley or a curious young man from another noble family. It will be a playful suitor in front of the princess, named after the knight in the brave legend.

But when he took off the pitch, everyone was puzzled. Blonde and blue eyes were very beautiful, and the gesture of kneeling before Princess Edwina was very disciplined, but none of us had ever seen a young man with that face.

Arthur Gillan's identity is still unknown. I didn't tell you this story... It's like common sense that everyone knows in Windsorton, because of my stupidity that I didn't think you wouldn't know.

Second, your reasoning about Tilburton is perfect. Except the secret princess wasn't my mother. Actually, I ran into the secret princess at Daphne's wedding. Daphne's aunt, Lady Josephine, saw Florian and followed her and asked, 'Princess Edwina?' Yes, Flynn is useful in this way.

Flynn looked at Mrs. Josephine in embarrassment, and slowly, in her eyes, hope disappeared.

"Princess Edwina..."

Flynn's voice shook relentlessly.

"He's gone, yes, he heard."

Mrs. Josephine quietly responded. That's the end of our conversation.

After the wedding, Daphne came to us and told us that Mrs. Josephine was the daughter of Princess Edwina, Flynn's mother, and that my mother, Queen Adelaide, was an old friend.

"We were so close, we went to the Leete monastery every day for a while after Princess Edwina disappeared.”

"At the Leete Abbey?"

"Yes, he's been in and out every month for a couple of years. Before her child died, she was an energetic woman who liked to go around."

You know how I got the lead, even if I just tell you that Daphne said that, right?

The night party became more and more noisy, and before I knew it, he disappeared. Flynn and I wanted to visit Mrs. Josephine and talk more, but she came up and dissuaded us.

"You said there was a monk whose tongue was cut off in your monastery. Aunt Josephine was so cut off. I don't know what you're trying to say, but don't get your aunt out of your little curiosity."

It was a very serious tone, unlike Daphne.

I'd like to believe the ridiculous myth that marriage is growing people up.

The scars left by the war do not disappear completely over time.

Tillbert also lives a vegetarian life with a quiet smile and a casual smile, but he wakes up screaming at dawn and gets scolded by Beder.

It's too difficult for me to figure out how to approach such people's wounds. Flynn was still trying to get to Mrs. Josephine, if he was older than me. Finally, just before leaving for the monastery, Flynn grabbed his wife again.

And here's what he said.

"Bread"

"Bread?"

"I have bread, ma'am."

"What's the story?"

Mrs. Josephine looked at Flynn and me with a dark face.

Flynn gasped to catch up with his wife and said,

"So, that's the story. There's bread. Bread... my favorite.

Mrs. Josephine laughed. It was kind of ridiculous even to me.

"Prince Florian. Have a seat. What are you talking about?”

"Even a very sad person. It's good to eat bread. So bread is not much, but it helps a little bit if you eat it. There's a story, ma'am."

"Bread helps?”

"Yes, so why don't you come and have some bread? To the Leete Abbey."

It was really a question and answer that I didn't know what was. Mrs. Josephine looked puzzled and thought for a long time.

"You'll treat me to bread.”

"Yes, it's probably very sweet and delicious bread. And... and if you eat bread, you'll feel a little less sad."

Mrs. Josephine laughed as if she knew what Flynn was going to say.

"Princess Edwina's daughter. Did I look sad?”

"A little."

"I think eating bread will help.”

"Yes."

"There must be something you want to ask me over the bread.”

"There's a lot."

"Yes, then let's go to the Leete Abbey."

After saying that, Mrs. Josephine left. Yes, Flynn did what I couldn't do.

On my way back, I asked what the hell was about that bread. And then he smiled and said, Ask your friend in your bookcase after three or four days.

At this point, you're going to ask me why I'm telling you this important story now, but I know, didn't I tell you? I'll tell you a funny story about Daphne's wedding. But you didn't ask my story as if you were really not curious. You called in eight monks and asked them to write a note or something.

You're such a mark. I've waited patiently for you to ask me when, like you did a long time ago. I'm serious.

Third, can I have Jane Eyre now?

The first night of the moon.

At first glance, your friend, Arch Albert.

P.S. I won't write a postscript to this letter in order not to disturb the clarity of the moment.

P.S. 2: Except for the previous one.

* * *

Dear my beloved prince.

I think you look the sexiest when you write a letter with a number.

More than Rochester.

I'll give you Jane Eyre.

But I should give you another book first.

It's exactly what Florian wanted.

It's not much, but it's a book with a helpful "Bread.

The story is very simple and short. A couple with a child named Scotty order a cake at a bakery for their birthday. However, without having a chance to find the cake, the child suddenly got into an accident and became unconscious. I keep getting calls from the couple who are attached to the hospital to protect the child who is at a crossroads. From a man with a monstrous voice, "Did you forget about Scotty?" The couple feels chills, but they can't leave the hospital because Scotty is dying. At the end of the story, Scotty eventually dies, and when the funeral couple gets home, they get the same message again.

"Did you forget about Scotty?"

The couple, who were distracted by the sadness of losing their child and the fatigue of the overnight stay for several days, scream to the top of their heads. And you'll find out. That call was made by the baker, angry at the couple who didn't come looking for the cake. The couple goes to the bakery owner and tells them all the facts. The bakery owner sincerely apologizes. If it were to end here, this story would have been just like that.

But this novel has bread. The owner of the bakery stayed in the store late at night and baked it, and the owner of the bakery told him to sit down and eat the bread. On a dark, lonely night, the smell of cinnamon rolls becomes full. Hung-jin and his wife sit face to face with the bakery owner in a quiet shop and put freshly baked cinnamon rolls in their mouths. Sweet and warm bread is not much, but it helps.

I don't know how Florian knows this book.

Unlike the Shakespeare and Bronte sisters' books, it's a fairly recent novel.

What do you say, prince? You don't know how this works, do you?

I think I'm getting to know everything.

If you're curious, go ahead and treat Mrs. Josephine with bread and beg for a story.

Like I'm begging you to tell a story with Jane Eyre as bait.

With love, Cordelia.

P.S. It's insulting to say that I look like Mark, but I can't deny it. Just in case I'm busy chasing the riddle again, I'm afraid I'll ask for your regards, so let me tell you this time. Remember me anytime. I'm very curious about your safety.

* * *

Dear Cordelia.

The fact that you are extremely curious about my safety is very trivial and very helpful.

Everyone at the Leete monastery read the book you gave.

The chefs at the monastery are arguing to follow their cinnamon roll recipe. Philip and Louise are already drooling over the upcoming bread party. Noel, who has just retired from cooking, keeps talking about his comeback and making me nervous.

Yes, Mrs. Josephine will be visiting soon.

I hope their bread is not much but helpful.

the second morning of the moon

With love, Archie Albert.

a review of one's

Dear my beloved readers.

I'm 15 minutes late.

It's not a big deal, but I post it with the hope that it will be helpful.

Actually, I'm in trouble because I suddenly want to eat bread at 12:20 p.m.

If you don't like the writing, just have some bread. Find it...

+ The novel that came out in the book

Charlotte Bronte Jane Eyre