Chapter 135 – 66-5 Day 2 of the Festival.
“So…!”
“Oh, I see. That’s it. Next minute.”
The middle-aged man, who had not been able to talk about the profit and honor to be gained in the future with enthusiasm, was sulking again with a sad expression, saying that he would listen to what he did not like and what he wanted as much as possible.
“No, whatever convenience you want…!”
“All right. It doesn’t touch my heart very much. Next minute. Please come up with a condition that appeals to me quickly.”
The man who was not chosen by Allen left lonely with his shoulders drooping with trudged, weak steps.
“Nice to meet you, Allen Mestia. I am…”
It’s boring now
At first, waiting for Mirai, I just wanted to pass the time and test the extent of my influence known through theatrics, but…
‘I’m getting tired of doing this all the time.’
Still, as the number of people dwindled with Allen’s refusal, now only the last man was smiling while handing me his business card.
“My name is Ned, an editor at Roel Press.”
“A publisher…”
Good laugh
It was obviously good, but somehow it felt pretentious.
“First of all, let me introduce my history…”
“No. History has been Please give me a condition.”
Ned, the editor who is about to introduce his brilliant career, nods his head embarrassedly and replies that he understands.
“Romeo and Juliet. It will surely last for centuries, even if we die, this story will remain immortal.”
“I just hate talking back. I don’t really like compliments that are obvious.”
“Sorry. Then, the condition I will propose is that if you sign a contract with Roel Publishing, we will, of course, bear the burden, and we will give all the money we earn from Romeo and Juliet to Allen Mestia.”
“Then there is nothing left, right? And will my story reach the world?”
Of course, there is absolutely no country where my story, no, Shakespeare’s story doesn’t work.
Also, the saying that he would hand over all the money and the net profit from the sale to me was quite attractive, but as you know, I’m not an idiot who believes easily when I see it for the first time.
Even in a sweet proposal dripping with honey, it is important to know why the honey drips and what lies behind it.
But… I quite liked the offer to put my earnings on me.
“Yes. Unconditionally. That’s why I can assure you that I will give you all the net profit from selling Romeo and Juliet. Instead, there are conditions.”
“What conditions?”
It was pretty funny to say the condition in reverse, but I decided to listen.
“I have read a lot of books so far. And the writers’ unique style and frequently used sentences. I remember all of them. However, I haven’t read Allen’s script, but I think it’s his maiden work for some reason.”
“All right. Please go back.”
“Yes? Now, wait a minute…? Ah, there are still conditions…!”
“Did I tell you at first? Don’t talk back.”
Allen gently puts Ned’s business card on the pile of business cards on the bench.
Ned had a hunch.
That he was eliminated.
So far, countless people have persuaded Allen to grant the conditions they want, but all have failed.
In addition, the business cards of those who failed were piled up on the bench like a tower, and he lowered his head when he saw that his business cards were neatly placed on top of the business card towers of those who failed in persuasion.
However, I changed my mind when I heard behind me laughing at the failure of a man named Ned.
“Still, there must be a reason to listen to it at least once.”
Ned, who had been lowering her head, listened to Allen’s words and raised her head, making a dazed noise.
“Yes?”
“Everyone begged with their eyes to please sign a contract, offering lies to fill their stomachs and terms I didn’t like, but you didn’t do that at all.”
It was rather embarrassing to overestimate his attitude, which he had expressed innocently without any calculation.
“I-I didn’t mean that…”
“Therefore. I liked that. The person who confidently said that he would give out books for free unless he went crazy, and that he would give all the net profit he earned to the writer, is actually not a president or anything, just an ordinary editor.”
“This, I’m not a mediocre editor… Kuhm…!”
“I like that too. If you don’t take pride in your work, you won’t be successful.”
Chow yaaaaak!
With the sound of her business cards rubbing against each other, Allen proudly puts Ned’s business card into her shirt pocket so that the guys behind her can see it.
“Let’s meet later after the festival.”
“Go, thank you! I really appreciate it!”
“What is gratitude? Since you look a little older, how should I call you?”
“I’d appreciate it if you could call me editor Ned.”
“I like it. Others say to call me comfortably to suit my taste. It’s good to see you’re strong.”
The men and women who belonged to the fields of theater, performance, foundation, culture, and the arts who were not chosen by her Allen, who were hanging around her, thought it strange that Allen had chosen a man named Ned, who was barely insignificant.
Cultural art.
It’s a nice word to hear.
However, without someone’s support, it was also a perfect word to starve to death.
Among them, Noel, a publisher, was also a publisher that was not treated very well in the industry, to the point where the word “Starvation” Was appropriate.
Because my family.
This is because every novel he publishes has been misleading.
Because of this, many patrons have turned their backs, and the initially numerous staff now have only two left, including Ned and Ned.
Also, the reputation of Noel Publisher in the industry is that no matter how amateur writers are, they never sign a contract unconditionally.
No matter how good the story is, if the publisher Noel is used, the masterpiece of the century will become the garbage of the century.
It was a publishing house that could be called the tomb of writers.
Allen, who had chosen such a publisher, said that she still couldn’t understand, and the people in the industry who stared at her shook their heads, and now she burst into laughter and laughed at them.
Hearing the mocking laughter and ridicule, Allen looked at them with a quiet smile.
“What are you all laughing at? What are the bastards who don’t like me babbling about behind my back, to search for them?”
Unlike Allen’s smiling smile, the way she spoke was no different from that of her back alley bully.
And the people in the industry who were criticized were all angry, but Allen spewed out a little mana to prevent people from approaching him, and their momentum, which had been burning like fire, subsided.
“Allen. Our publishing house isn’t famous, it’s rather a goofy place. Would you really mind signing a contract with our publishing house?”
“I don’t need a place that was finished from scratch. I really like raising a weak guy to my liking from the start. And…”
In fact, even if Noel, the publisher, gave all the profits generated from the sale at full cost, it was not particularly attractive.
What’s the use of worrying about money when you have Maros and Pamela anyway?
However, it seemed like fun.
“If a publishing house that had been ignored as weak suddenly became huge… I wonder what it would look like. Shall I bow my head, or bow my head servilely?”
Looking at the people in the industry who still stay and laugh at them, Allen says with a smile.
****
Three women eating cake together.
Smiling Pamela.
Restless Mirai.
Chloe Cerro, who is calm.
Each of these three. No, Pamela and Closser were eating cake, but their eyes were not on the cake.
One has a deep look, as if in love.
One had a bloody look as if in anger.
Everyone was looking at each other differently than they thought.
Of course, Mirai tried to avoid the fight between the two and looked at her mood, but it wasn’t easy for her to eat the sweet cake in front of her to the point where her stomach burst. She nibbled the fork like a small animal.
“Mirai~ Eat slowly~ There are still a lot of cakes~”
“Yes, yes!!”
At Pamela’s languid voice, Mirai responds in amazement, like a child caught stealing her cookies without her mother’s knowledge.
“Have you already eaten? What else do you want to eat?”
“Ah, I…”
Widely!
“Stop it. Did you mean to torture this young Mirai?”
Clos Cerro, dropping the fork on the table until it clattered, looked at Pamela and said:
“Hmm~? Why are you angry? Are you mad at me for not recommending it to Clos Sero first?”
“…Ha.”
Closing his chin between his eyes, Clos Sero endured and endured.
Her languid voice was almost frustrating, but I couldn’t stand the tone that scratched her nerves, so I had no choice but to sigh and endure it.
“I don’t know why I’m not suitable for playing house like this, but it would be better to do it at this point. There is a limit to being patient.”
The stinging smell of her nose erased the scent of sweet cake and bitter Americano.
“That’s cool~ You melted the fork at once… Or did you get rid of it altogether?”
“I endured so much that I felt proud of myself. Let’s go.”
“Sure~ I can’t even send you off, so please go carefully~ Make fun of Mirai again~
Pamela waving goodbye to Closero and Mirai in a very languid manner.
Close Cero was even more angry, but he held back one last time.
“Pink bitch. Next time you meet the principal, you’d better run away as hard as you can.”
“Yes~! I will! Next time I see Clos Sero, I’ll try my best to run away~”
Undaunted by threats, Pamela, with a more lively voice, scratched Clos Sero’s nerves as hard as she could.
“I don’t know what the hell he believes in and acts on, but if you talk about it one more time, I believe you will know what to expect.”
“It’s tough, but it’s scary. I feel sorry for junior Allen.”
“Whoa… Yes. I know a very clever woman like you very well. Even if you are sure to be killed by the principal, you will be a bitch who speaks softly.”
“Am I? Can you? I’m just an ordinary girl who is naive and loves junior Allen so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so~”
Looking at Pamela, who couldn’t even breathe and constantly spit out the words that she liked her so easily, Clos Cero felt uneasy for some reason.
Yesternight. I heard that he has five other girls besides himself…
‘What a crazy year. Hopefully… No. There’s no way Allen ever had this girl.’
“Then goodbye~”
Clos Cerro leaves the classroom smelling a mixture of sweet, bitter, and smoky smells, with one last glare at Pamela, who shakes Mirai’s hand as well as shakes her hand.
“Huh~ You’re a fun lady~?”
Pamela laughs intrigued as they leave the classroom, running her finger through the cream on Closero’s cake and quietly licking the cream off her finger.
Then, as her forgotten thoughts come to mind, Pamela sees her own classmate.
She says with a smile, looking at her classmate who served Americano.
“Ah, that’s right~ You haven’t been punished yet? What punishment would you like?”
