Marielle Clarac's Engagement

Oban Dezier, who runs a major publisher, was facing headache problems.

One employee was dismissed for misconduct the other day - and every one of them was initially wronged by their superiors. He even tried to steal manuscripts he wanted to kick out the employee in question but kept too much from the writer and let other writers steal them. It was the superiors who really caused the scandal.

Besides, it was one of his business partners, Baron Bideau, not an internal person, who informed him about it. He happens to be on the scene of the problem, and he sees the problem greatly and informs the president, Mr Dezier, directly.

The Baron assumes that publishers who commit such tyranny and injustice cannot be trusted and have withheld the publication of their own books. They say they will not release books from Dezier Publishers in the future. It was a harsh reaction like a noble educator.

If that stays solely in his dealings with the Baron, then neither does Mr. Dezier. Demand is high for professional academic books, and the company's share of sales is negligible. It also raises the company's profile by issuing books like that, finally for foiling, so where I lost my deal, it didn't affect my performance.

But that's not the problem. It is not good to pass on bad reviews from Baron Bideau's mouth to others.

He's not the kind of person who would bother to say it, but he wouldn't even force himself to hold his mouth. Must reveal the circumstances if necessary. He is a person whose status as a nobleman is low and has no financial means, but who receives respect and trust as president of Saint-Terre National University. A lot of people will believe it and be him, if the Baron says so. And if there's such a noise, you can't have an earful newspaper reporter. Dezier publishers lose a lot of reputation when it's written down. That easily leads to a deterioration in performance. It was a situation that I couldn't be optimistic about.

Protests arrived from writers with deals, even as they were so troubled. The damaged writer told me the story. Anyway, I can't do it because I was turned that way by a bunch of writers, including a seller. I needed to fool them somehow. We must also show a sincere response to Baron Bideau and declare that the problem is solely due to one employee and that, as a company, we do not tolerate injustice.

Mr. Dezier decided to dispose of the employee who caused the problem. Remove him from the position of editor-in-chief and transfer him to a completely different department. I will not be involved in publishing work in the future with backside work. The editorial staff of the child was only following orders, so his affiliation was left intact and he was given a three-month pay cut.

On the other hand, I tried to recall an employee who had been wrongfully dismissed, but this was politely dismissed from the person. Mr Dezier accepted on condition that Baron Bideau treat him as if he wanted him to put a little on his retirement pension instead of reinstating him with compensation. Even though he was a victim this time, he must have been a troublesome employee who would have been a source of disturbance. It was a cool story if you'd quit if you wanted.

It took nearly a month for all of these series of things to work out, but in the meantime, a lot has happened again. It was no good knowing that the former employee Mr. Dezier cleaned up with "hassle" would then start a publisher and eventually become an irresistible one.

On Promise Day, I met Mariel at the usual cafe, and Paul told her what he thought of the work.

"The writing skills were poor. That's all I can write now, so you can say it's no problem. Technical things can be improved as much as they can with effort. It's a pass there."

The other guy is not a real writer, and he's only a fourteen-year-old girl. I went in from the first place to praise him so he wouldn't suddenly say something tough and snap me.

"It wasn't a bad configuration either. Decent carry-over and good allocation. Though I felt a little weak in the uplifting part. When the truth is revealed and the two protagonists confirm each other's feelings, I have the impression that they are way too good to shoulder. It should be more dramatic over there."

It's odd that next to Mariel, who stares back at Paul with not a word to leak, even Natalie, your offering, is listening with a nervous face. Paul had to work hard to keep his serious face.

"I think it's a story I wrote about women, so I asked women to read it. I have a 30-way kid. I was so happy. He wanted to read stories that would make up the ideals and aspirations of these women. He also nursed that the most unknowable man in love would have written only in his dreams. In my current state, it's still an 'interesting amateur novel', so I guess I should learn something called real life romance first. I agree with you."

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"It's not just love, it's the story that comes between people. Both tragedy and comedy move people's minds because they are written based on reality. Empathy is the one. It's not like the development that became real is bad, we have to make sure that we build the foundation to take advantage of it. It's an important part of how much you can make the characters present and how convincing they can be to deploy. Look at a lot of real relationships and learn a lot about how and when people move their minds."

Return the documents to Mariel by stacking them in an envelope containing the manuscript.

"I wrote down the pointers and amendments to the details there. Reference me."

Mariel, who received it, silently drops her eyes on the paperwork. Paul breathed a sigh of coffee into his mouth, a little giddy as she suddenly began to pour and tear as she looked serious.

"What, hey, what?

Did I say something that harsh? I said and wrote with great care and kindness. If this is the writer (man) I'm dating, he says, "I wrote it in my dream of flying and staying asleep. Don't come over, come down to the ground and get it back out! I was just beating it back." As much as that, there were a lot of places I really wanted to stick. But all of a sudden Mariel doesn't need such a tough point. Now we should motivate him and stir up his upliftment. We talked about it with that intention...

Mariel shook her head crying at Paul, who dared to embark on him.

"I'm sorry, I'm happy. You wrote so clearly and so much... you really read all of my written stories and gave me some serious thoughts... thank you"

I raise my face with a cry. Natalie wiped her tears from the side.

"Honestly, I didn't expect you to answer so politely. The story the lady wrote... it was also my little girl and I was ready to be ridiculed out of my head. I knew Satti wasn't such a person, but from the editor in chief, it would be too awkward a piece. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind taking it seriously."

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"I also know that what a woman has written is hard to accept. In the first place, women don't even think about reading books very often. Like fairy tales, romantic poems, or ladies' hearts and minds...... good wives. I can only admit to being a good mother. Economics, interculturalism and philosophy in history, geography and politics...... If you're reading a book like that, you don't like it and you make fun of a woman's cunt. Fortunately my relatives don't have that kind of prejudice to make me like it, but they stab me in the nail so I don't say it outside. I wanted to read a lot of books and let them learn foreign languages, but I was ordered to say that the reason was for socializing. Because if I do not, I will be seen with strange eyes from the world, and I will be left behind. My parents and my brother forgive me for what I want to do, but I knew exactly how the public would react."

"... that's an upstream problem. It is not uncommon for a poor man of the common people to be unable to read or write in the first place. I only know my name, the price of my product, and other simple words. The publishers are dealing with people who have some money and can afford to educate their kids."

When Paul said bitterly, Mariel grinned, too.

"Right, I think it's a very luxurious dissatisfaction. I have been raised without any difficulty, and I have been educated a lot. You don't have to work to buy bread tomorrow, you practice dancing and teach me how to do it with the dress Natalie put on...... really, she's a blessed person. But I wasn't satisfied there. I want to know a lot more, and I want to create a story out of it. I couldn't stop thinking that."

"Yeah."

"I'm not going to make a vocal claim on a woman's rights like this. But more, I hope everyone is free to ask for whatever they want. And for that, I want to be a writer. Even women like novels, and some want to write as well as read them. Hopefully one day that will be the obvious recognition..."

At the end of the day, I snort a tiny tinkle. Natalie leans gently in to take care of the child and smiles thankfully for it. It was a girly pure, straight wish.

Simple wishes but lots of obstacles to realisation. Mariel would also know that it would not be easy because it would defy the world's tide head-on. Still don't give up trying because you can still believe in your potential at a young age? As one grows up with repeated blows to the head and setbacks, one begins to give up the glow of height and seek happiness within reach.

Anyway, maybe Mariel will too. I will marry some princess like a daughter of nobility and live a mediocre but blessed life, that's not bad either. But if that's the case, I wanted you to keep trying without giving up hope as you are now.

Mariel's wish is Paul's. Everyone can read whatever book they want. I came into the world of publishing because I wanted to create such an era.

Paul opened his mouth once more with his posture.

"As you know, I fired the company and now I'm unemployed. I have to work on everything to save money for the time being, but sooner or later I want to start my own company. Why don't we work together so we can sell your book then? Write a lot more. Show me as many times as you want. I'll do everything I can to coach you so you can be a writer in public. What do you say?"

To his offer, Mariel glanced wide at the brown eyes in his glasses.

"Will you teach me so much to a single writer?"

"Not like a classy tutor, though. If it's my way."

"... can I be a writer?

"You can continue to be motivated and hardworking. Except it can be sold afterwards."

Paul stabs the nail saying it's another problem there. This girl won't know yet that it's harder to stay a writer than to be a writer.

"- Well, it's going to take about a decade to build the company. I don't have anything to get ahead of me. But even in ten years, you're twenty-four. Wouldn't mean it's too late."

Ha, and Mariel nods vaguely. It won't be long for an adult, like ten years, but I guess it feels roughly far away for a fourteen-year-old girl.

"Is it money... you know, borrowing from our father? Explain it to me and I think you'll be able to assist me."

Paul shakes his head at the ladylike suggestion.

"I can't do that. You want to be a writer, not a businessman, right? Then don't get involved in the money problem."

"I don't know anything, but your father and brother are as good as officials in the castle, so you should know something about the business."

"It's not. I'm not worried about you. When you become a writer, don't let the good things slip you away. Sometimes I would be told that if I gave money poorly, I would be treated with privilege. Wouldn't it be annoying if they told you they put out a book in Conne, not Strength? You could be worried about yourself. Editors and writers have to be equal. But when it comes to aid, reciprocity becomes more difficult. If you want to work hard with one brush as a writer, you shouldn't talk about money."

Problems that adults could tell right away were also scaly pointers from the eyes to the girl, he said. I admire it to the point of exaggerating. I went crazy about the innocent reaction, but it was Mariel who laughed first.

"Hey, Natalie? Mr. Satti is a very popular man, isn't he?

"It would be easier for you to borrow money here. You really like to quit for the lady."

The girls giggled at me in front of me, and Paul bent his mouth all the way. Mariel whispered to him that he would teach him.

"I am particularly blessed with my friendship with people. My family and relatives are relaxed and gentle people, and all my servants are kind and working people. Satie happened to be the one I met, and I showed you my luck again."

"Thank you."

to Paul shrugging his shoulders, adding even more momentum, Mariel said.

"Mr. Satti's suggestion, I'm on it! Best regards, I will do my best!

"Oh, welcome"

Paul puts out his hand laughing at the cheerful words. Mariel also put her hand on Paul's face and put it on top of Paul's.

- He recognized it as a greeting to the lady, not a handshake. I mean, should Paul drop his mouth on this little hand? I'm not raised to be able to do that naturally, and I feel like I can be doing it to my kids. Paul quickly and forcefully held Mariel's hand and forced her to change direction. Mariel seemed strange at first, but the handshake also seemed interesting, waving with a grin.

"From today on we are your friends, aren't we? No, Alliance...... Comrade? Yeah, comrade Satti! I just have a suggestion!

"Yes, yes, what is it, comrade Mariel?"

If you go with the story, you'll be happy to shake it.

"There are other people I'd like you to meet. If you don't have plans today, would you mind staying with me a little longer?

"I don't mind that..."

Apparently there are other ladies who aspire to be writers. There's nothing wrong with just seeing each other. I stabbed the nail once again, saying it was impossible to cling to publishing right now. All Paul can do now is coach. It is not a situation where anything more can be promised.

Mariel seemed to know that well, too, so she nodded and took a seat. She took Paul to a suburban aristocratic neighborhood.

The more idyllic the landscape goes north, the more luxurious the building becomes. There is no gap anywhere in central Saint-Terre with collective homes, shops, businesses, etc. hitting each other, but the opposite was the case around here. The roads are wide and the mansions lined up around them all have vast grounds. Beyond the gardens of various tastes, a castle-like mansion can be seen as a dong by ordinary people. It wasn't my first visit, but it was an area that only seemed out of place to Paul.

"I just went out to the suburbs for a little while and this is going to change..."

View the landscape through the carriage window and Paul gets to himself. Mariel, sitting across the street, snapped her neck.

"What is it?

"- No, it's not a big deal. The view is completely different from the rest of the city. Everywhere is beautiful and relaxing, and I think it's your city."

"Ha. Let the citizens say it's an inconvenient countryside with no shops or anything"

Paul erupted gently into the words returned, neither humble nor disgusting. That is true, but the majority of the people who say it are deliberately bad because of their aversion to the rich and their sorrows. In the first place nobility seldom takes a trip from Mizu to the store. Let the servant go, or call the clerk to the mansion. No one will find it inconvenient to stay away from the commercial district.

Even more prestigious among the aristocratic neighborhoods, the more luxurious it becomes to the north. Because it will be close to the royal palace. It was still on the southern edge around running now.

Now I wondered how far it would go, but the carriage that carried Paul and the others did not run for much longer, and crept through the gates of a certain mansion. That was a much smaller and more qualitative atmosphere than any other mansion, whispering from Paul's eyes.

Natalie descends first and heads to the front door. While waiting, Paul observed the garden as if it had been invisible from the outside. Even if it is a whisper, it is only a story of other things, and in the first place it is an area sufficient from ordinary people who cannot have a garden or anything else. Take care of it. It'll be tough. Weeds thrived on the edge, whether they couldn't afford to hire a few gardeners or simply a personality that the residents didn't care about.

Natalie will be back after we've taken care of her. Paul got off the carriage with Mariel and headed to the front door.

Guided by a servant much better than Paul, the line steps inside the mansion. Mariel seems to be used to visiting many times. The servant also showed familiar relief with her, and thanks to her, she could not turn a suspicious eye to Paul as to why such a common man was.

"Please, ladies and gentlemen, wait"

A servant nods at the poles in front of the open door. Ladies and gentlemen? and Paul, who entered after Mariel with his inner neck hanging, rounded his eyes to the number of faces lining up there.

"Welcome, Mr. Mariel. I've been waiting for you."

"Sorry I'm late"

The number of people who were indoors exceeds ten. They were all women. From a girl of the same age as Mariel to a woman who was already middle-aged, it's a bad time when she was old. From among them, the oldest lady took a seat and welcomed Mariel.

"That's the example?

"Yeah, it's Paul Satti. He's a very good editor."

Introduced, Paul meets for now without knowing why. The lady smiled at Eagle Deep Fried and wandered her servant back. Apparently, she's the lord of this mansion.

"Thank you for taking the time to get to your feet. You're welcome, Mr. Satti."

"Oh, thank you..."

What the hell is going on, Paul scolds Mariel on the side. From this mouthful, he knew beforehand that he could be brought. The rest of the women don't surprise me, they just focus on Paul out of curiosity. The situation that only I had not been informed of was already uncomfortable, and I glanced at him to explain it.

Without flinching, Mariel takes it with a smile. Chest stretched with a satisfied face like a successful mischief.

"This lady is also our comrade. And all of you over there. It's a gathering of women who love books."

"Uh, yeah."

"As I told you a little in the city, it's not very common for a woman to read a solid book. For those who can hardly read in their own homes, the Lady is offering us a place and a book. Develop further from there, and gather those who want to write."

"Yeah, you're the latter."

I see, I mean, like Mariel, is there a woman in here who wants you to look at the manuscript?

"I'm not the only one. More importantly, the organizer of this secret meeting, Madame, is the best writer."

"Oh, I see?

They're still hiding something. Mariel's meaningful laughter is a pain in the ass. I guess it's the trick involved that doesn't quite come up with the name of the lady to be the first to introduce.

Paul exhales just now. This kind of interaction between women can only feel troublesome for a man.

"Already, Mr. Satti. That kind of attitude will hit us. You should be grateful to me."

"Yes, yes, what amazing stuff do you have, princess?"

Standing beside the lady, Mariel puts her hand on her hips and flips back even further. Should I teach him to stop because it only emphasizes that attitude, the breasts without?

"This person's name is Dear Milene Monte. You are the wife of this Baron Monte house."

"Baroness Monte......"

Even if they ask that, Paul still hasn't picked me up. His wife supplemented him with a twisting neck.

"Ten years ago I named myself Milene Ferrier. Ferrier is my mother's maiden name. My parents divorced me when I was only a teenager, and I was raised in my mother's home."

"Milaine Ferrier......"

"I got married once when I was twenty, but it didn't work out with my husbands and aunts, and I got divorced, too. I've been single for a long time. I was wondering if I was going to grow old on my own, and I met my current husband unexpectedly, and thankfully this is how I am housewife again"

"Ferrier...... Milaine Ferrier......"

The more names he hears penetrate his head, the less Paul can say well. The name sounded very familiar. No way, I want to deny it. I couldn't believe it and wanted to suspect it was someone else with the same last name.

I see him reacting like that on Mariel's face. Paul asked Mariel with his gaze. Is it really true? Is she in front of you, this Baroness, that Ms Ferrier that Paul has been longing for?

"... wrote 'Blooming by the Road'?

"Yes."

"under the name Andre Legrand"

"Yes, because I couldn't get it out in a woman's name"

"I can only serve up to nine volumes"

"I was actually planning on finishing in ten volumes"

Paul seemed desperate to raise his odd voice and jump at the lady in front of him. That's not good, that's too disrespectful. But I can't afford to pick up my expression anymore. I can't believe this is the place where you meet the person you've been looking for so easily.

Is this really real? Aren't you sleeping in a carriage and dreaming? Or are we just being deceived by our bad pranks?

Unwanted luck fades away with illusions, and Paul can hardly acknowledge reality. Mariel, in such a hurry for him, ran to the women who were standing behind him and came back to receive something.

"Take a look at this! Definitely really, you'll find yourself a real Ms Ferrier!

It was a bunch of paper sticking out in front of me. The more thick the dictionary, the more shifty and heavy it is if you receive it. It is spelled through a string to avoid variance, but it is not shaped in such a way that it can be called a book. But you turned it over and over again, and you read it, the paper was mostly damaged.

The received Paul is breathtaking with the title noted on the front page. I roughly turned with a trembling hand and ran my eyes through the body that followed.

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Mrs. Millène waited courageously for him to follow the letter without words. Mariel nods, too, silently waiting for Paul to raise his face. But I could not see the look of joy as I had expected.

Pursued for ten years and suddenly shown the final chapter of the novel he wanted to have written someday, Paul graduated without words as it were.