Answer Me, My Prince

Hi, Arch.

Is he alive?

6.11. Lonely Cordelia

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Hi, Cordelia.

It's alive. You look alive, too.

the eleventh night of the green moon Arches,

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Hey, Prince Archie,

Stop whining and tell me quickly.

Is everything going well as we discussed?

6.11.Cordelia is getting worried.

P.S. Tomorrow is the day I get a manuscript from Anne Celine. Aren't you looking forward to it? Come to think of it, have you finished reading the storm hill? How do you feel? What about Sherlock Holmes and Macbeth? What did you like the most among them?

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Dear my friend Cordelia Gray, who is still impatient.

Following you, I'll return a lot of question marks.

Come to think of it, are you trimming the manuscript I gave you last time?

How's the editor-in-chief, Mary Ann, who was bothering you?)

What happened to my colorful gold book that I took to Sotheby's?

Come on, tell me what you've been up to. It's always my pleasure to read your long talk. Please write as long as you can. Take the time to do it step by step by step.

Otherwise, you'll mess me up with a short letter until the box overflows, my dear friend, Coco. Then I can't stand being lonely, and I have to answer your witty correspondence.

My friend, the duty is my pleasure to lose. But today I have a long story to tell you.

You know what I mean? I'm asking you to hold your tongue. a troubled girl

On the eleventh day of the green moon, an arch with a lot to write about.

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Dear Archie,

(No content)

6/11. Evening. You patient Coco waiting for the next letter in silence.

P.S. I'm trying to figure out what to answer first to meet the many question marks you've thrown.

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0611TUEPM9:00

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To: Cordelia "[email protected]

After a long break, Lady Cordelia Gray has to go get the manuscript on Wednesday.

What time are you going to the photobello?

How about I come with you?

I'm so worried about making you, the new editor, have a private relationship with a man, not even a writer.

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0611TUEPM9:10

From: Cordelia "[email protected]

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Wow, the question mark almost suffocated me.

Something you can ask at work.

Anyway, no, thanks. It's my job, so I can go alone.

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0611TUEPM9:12

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To: Cordelia "[email protected]

It's okay, Cordelia.

The new editor can ask for some help.

It's a day off anyway, so why don't you leave at lunch to have a date?

It would be nice to have dinner together since we're at the photo bell.

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0611TUEPM9:25

From: Cordelia "[email protected]

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That's it, Garrett.

And you're a new editor, too.

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0611TUEPM9:26

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To: Cordelia "[email protected]

I have two months more experience than you.

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0611TUEPM9:40

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To: Cordelia "[email protected]

Cordelia? Are you sleeping already?

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0611TUEPM10:00

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To: Cordelia "[email protected]

You must be sleeping. See you tomorrow.

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Dear Prince Arch.

You know what?

If the prince explains what happened to me today, I know what I'm getting tomorrow in advance. But fiction sometimes puts all 10 years of work in one piece, so no one knows what's going to happen.

P.S. This letter has been answered, so hurry up and write what you were writing! I can't wait to receive your long letter.

P.S.2: I'm feeling a little unpleasant for some reason now. I can't wait to get rid of this feeling with your letter.

On the night of June 11th, Cordelia, Heathcliff's heart waiting for the ghost of Cassie to return.

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My commendable book recommender, Cordelia.

The night we exchanged the last letter, I read the storm hill all night long and started a new book, "Macbeth," and I didn't sleep until morning with my red eyes.

That means that I was pitifully unable to keep my plans to spend the morning visiting my sister. If you're reading this now and you're kicking your tongue, you'd better quit. This is entirely Cordelia's fault.

Actually, I didn't think you recommended such a book to me in vainly. After I finished reading this, I thought I could make a decision. And the idea wasn't very wrong.

Strangely, when I didn't go to Cecil, Cecil came to see me. It was about when the sun was floating in the middle of the Arli palace. Cecil, who was still half asleep, opened the door of my room and shouted.

"What are you working on?”

Cordelia, as you know, Cecil is incredibly smart and extremely quick-witted. In other words, I'm not a woman who will just pass by seeing that I returned to the palace much earlier than scheduled instead of being confined to a must-see place all month long to avoid social events.

But I thought it was too fast. I looked at Cecil's expression while thinking hard. Cecil sighed when he saw me like that.

"Why did you block the monastery?”

"The Abbey?"

"Yeah, what kind of treasure are you hiding there?”

"You sent someone to the monastery.”

"You don't think I'm gonna let you go?”

It wasn't until I realized that I was stupid.

I didn't just come back quickly, but I hurried back to the palace late at night. It was to ask you about the situation, but it must have been very strange to Cecil who didn't know the situation.

My sister, who can't hold back her curiosity, must have sent someone to the monastery. But the monastery's latch was tightly locked. Yes, Peter, who witnessed the princess's cabin with me, not only kept his mouth shut as promised, but completely blocked the entrance to the monastery. What a loyal and unhelpful old man. It was deplorable for me.

Even Cecil, the princess of my kingdom and the first to succeed, could not have invaded the monastery. But I can't stay still without knowing what I'm up to. That's why Cecil came straight to me.

Now that I've figured it out, I thought it would be better to tell you right away that I found the princess' cabin here. But I didn't think it was the right time. It's not that I'm being grilled while hiding, but I wanted to take the initiative and confess my feelings.

But still, I had to answer why the monastery was closed. When I was hesitant about how to put it around, what I noticed was Cordelia, the books you sent me.

"Book!"

That's what I shouted.

"Book?"

Cecilia asked me again.

"Yes, it's a book! Book!"

"What are you saying?"

Cecilia looked at me again pathetic. But I quickly added words to my success in turning my attention to the other side.

"I brought the book. I brought a book from the monastery."

"Are you still half asleep? Tell me the details."

"It's a book that Peter got. It's completely new."

"What does he look like?"

It was natural to say that. The books you gave me were all so small, so light, so shabby without any decorations, and so suspiciously smooth how they made them.

I quickly picked up three books and pushed them into a Cecil's unreliable eye.

"Sherlock Holmes and the Scarlet Study

"Macbeth, California

"The Wuthering Heights"

"It's not made from scratch. According to Vether, someone left it in the monastery."

"Who the hell?"

"I don't know that. Peter said he might be from another kingdom. But that's not all."

"How many more books do you have?"

"Over ten books.”

Lies trickled out of my mouth. Cecil was surprised and asked,

"That many?"

"Yeah, look at these books. There are more than ten of these things.”

"That's a shame. Maybe it's from a place like Aldar where the barbarians live."

Al-Dar!

It's a barren land north of Windsorton.

It's said that the barbarians now live, but it's a place with a much longer history than Windsorton, which was a huge empire more than 100 years ago. Yeah, it wasn't strange to say that there were more than ten books like this in those places.

I quickly took the story that Cecil brought up and swallowed it.

"Yes, I know. Probably. Al-Ah-Dar has a long history. That makes sense! Look, it looks pretty good, though it looks like this.”

"You're going to copy these books from the pen and look at them again, aren't you?"

Proud Cecil, he kept making excuses for me.

"I'll copy it and decorate it. Vegetarians were also mobilized to work together.”

"That's why you shut down the monastery?”

"Yes, Cecil. I suggested it. Keep it closed for a while. And instead of staying there, I brought these books. It's to show it to my sister."

I don't know how such a lie could come out at that time. Cecil looked at me with a suspicious look and turned his eyes to the book.

"Three books in all."

"Are you going to take it and read it?”

"Have you read it?”

"Totally."

"Are you having fun?"

"To my surprise."

I gave Cecil all three books and said,

"Choose one.”

In my heart, Cecil said, "I wanted to take the storm hill. The book has a way to get rid of people's minds. Sherlock Holmes wasn't a bad choice either. It was a piece of work that I could read in one sitting.

But what Cecil picked out was "Macbeth." It was a beautiful but sad story, but it was cruel and bloody. I put up with the book because I wanted to be sarcastic about Cecilia Down's choice.

That's how I ended my private relationship with Cecil. I quickly took the Sherlock and told Vedder what was going on. I took a few days off with this. But things don't flow that easily.

At dawn the next day, Cecil came back to me from the smokestack. And then he threw Macbeth. Cecil shouted at me, picking up the dirt quickly.

"Why the hell did you show me this book? So if you don't have the courage to kill people, don't even think about becoming a king? “

That's where I burst into laughter. Even when I saw Cecil's eyes going up, I couldn't stop laughing. "The only person who reads Macbeth and interprets it that way will really be Cecil.

"Why are you laughing?"

My sister Cecilia, who asked me that question, even looked a little cute for the first time. So I stopped being angry with her with laughter and said,

"First of all, I didn't show you, but she picked it out."

Cecil pretended to pull the sword again. I should have written this letter with a lump in my throat if I hadn't added it quickly.

"And my sister is Lady Macbeth, not Macbeth."

"What?"

"He doesn't have the guts to be king, but he kills people, and he doesn't tremble in spirits. My sister is Lady Macbeth. It's a snake whispering to my husband to go more boldly and kill them all and become king."

Cecil stared at me quietly.

The night's moorings were still. Cecil grew up and had a knife, as usual. I just came into the arena and was wearing a tunic without armor. If Cecil brandishes a knife here...….

Then she burst into laughter.

"Yes, Lady Macbeth. That makes sense."

After a while, I stopped laughing. It was only when the smokestack of the evening came back to me that I thought, yes, this would be the best time to say this.

"I found the house where the princess and the knight lived."

Wait a minute. Someone is knocking on the door. I'll write the next letter soon. Cordelia.

Except for waking up a little late, a man who listens to your steering wheel, Archie.

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Oh, my God, Prince Archie.

I throw away my old letter and write it again and send it to you.

If you want to be a man who listens to what's going on with my control, please tell me the behind story. So what's next? What happened?

Cordelia got really lonely.

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Cute Cordelia pretending to be lonely,

Archie Albert, your loyal friend, is now going to the Queen to do as you command. I'll write you again when I get back.

P.S. I'll get a manuscript from Anne Celine tomorrow anyway, do you really need my letter?

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Arches,

I need it. A lot.

Listening to your story is much more fun than reading the manuscript.

I don't know how things go and see the Queen now, but I hope it goes well.

P.S. I read your letter again. What should I do? I'm starting to like Cecilia. Thinking of her as a lady like Lady Macbeth makes me a little likable all of all of a sudden. There should be such a woman in the world. A woman who goes on the path of evil without hesitation. Not all the red-haired kids will die.

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