0 – Prologue
…Done.
What is it?
A novel I was watching. The ‘Knight of True Ancestry’,
It is said that as of today, the end has been reached.
“No… Ha. Truly.”
This isn’t it.
The Knight of the True Ancestors was a novel of a fantasy world where multiple dimensions and races were mixed.
A novel I found while looking for a fantasy novel that I was really into.
Of course, because it is a novel that develops only from the main character’s point of view, a minor among minors.
Few people have seen it.
By the way.
“How many comments have I made…!”
At first it was just interesting.
-The novel is a bit peculiar… But is it worth reading?
On the other hand, as time passed, I fell more and more into this strange novel.
-Are you suddenly thinking between the two here? Are you crazy? Really?
Sometimes I feel frustrated with the main character being swung around as if he were really a living human being.
– Why would you kill him there!!!
I was actually depressed for a while when my favorite character died.
This is the stage where the novels you read as a hobby begin to affect your physical condition.
I know it’s not normal.
But.
I don’t stop there.
-Knock knock.
I started hunsu quality with comments.
‘Writer, I don’t think this is real. Rather than consuming this character this way here….’
Please.
‘You’re reading the author’s comments, right? I told you last time….’
I tried begging.
-Knock knock.
‘It doesn’t make sense that a villain can’t be suspicious when he’s so open about it?’
I tried to protest.
‘No really, writer…….’
But no matter how much I comment,
Are they ignoring my comments or not even checking them?
The artist did not show any reaction.
Even though it was only one comment.
Isn’t it usually necessary to reply to the first comment on your work?
– Bang!
“Oh. It’s really frustrating!!
You bastard writer just sits down and writes!”
I couldn’t leave at this rate.
Why are you doing this?
..Because I liked this novel that much.
“…A special measure.”
I created several sub accounts.
-Hello writer ^^ The weather is nice. But here…
-Ahh… It’s so… I’m dying of frustration!! What novel is this…
-Hello, I’m an 18-year-old high school student. Here is..
The already devastated comment window was covered with numerous my sub-accounts.
It might be obvious, but it was good if the writer said something about it.
I kept posting comments without any promises like that.
Continued.
Continued…
..Even today when this novel is over.
“Geez, you’ve done your job.”
Today.
The ending of ‘True Knight’ has been uploaded.
But the ending.
There was a very big difference from the ending I had imagined.
“How dare you write the ending like this…?”
Did I try that hard?
I made a chat request with the author’s ID.
Actually, I’ve tried countless times so far, but…
“If I don’t receive it, I’m really going to dig the skin”
I couldn’t get enough of it.
5 Years, at least 5 years.
I have been admonishing a novel that cannot be found even after washing my eyes with this communication.
At that time.
-Titling!
-“Gureeoyong924” Accepted the chat request.
“Huh?”
I stared at the screen in disbelief.
You got it? Really?
-Gureo-Yong924: Hello, “Hun-ie, take care of yourself.”
Huni was the ID I used most often.
-Hoonie, take care of yourself: Hello, are you the author of “The Knight of Jinjo”?
Please…. Tell me it’s right…
Please…
Diring!
-I asked for it. 924: Yes, that’s right.
At that moment, a sense of collapse came over me.
‘That’s how I didn’t receive a request for a conversation…’
And. There was a feeling that was worse than the feeling of emptiness…
It was anger.
-Hun-i, take care of yourself: I have something to tell you about the content of “The Knight of the True Ancestors,” No different from the author ..
My fingers got faster and faster.
-Take care of Hoon: Aren’t you too lacking in communication? I’ve commented a few times…
-Hooni, take care: No matter how much I think about it, I don’t understand that kind of development, but there…
-Take care of Hoon: …And what is the ending part?
The banquet of the chat window that goes up without a break to read.
In fact, it was a one-sided chat that deviated from the subject of ‘conversation’.
‘…Damn it.’
I know. To the extent that this is a resentment.
To be honest, what’s wrong with a writer writing his own story?
It was my fault.
To me, who is obsessed with such novels and keeps telling me what to do.
But contrary to my thoughts, my fingers continued to move.
-Take care of Hoon: And I mean… The fact that the main character doesn’t even know why he dies until the end…!
“…”
The writer had no answer.
“What is it? Is it blocked?”
I understand.
Imagine that there is an avid reader who grimaces every day at his work.
How annoying and irritating would that be?
But that wasn’t my business.
Because I’m angry right now.
My favorite novel ended up…
Because I faced a tragedy.
It was then.
-Gee-Ring
-I asked for it 924: So, ‘Hun-i is good at it’, are you saying that you don’t like the ending?
A reply came.
Are you mad?
It was a somewhat aggressive tone.
-Huni, take care of yourself: I don’t like the ending, but the development itself was too frustrating…. Are you reading the comments?
If not only me but also other people say something like that, wouldn’t it be worth listening to at least once?
It was a lie.
A full-time housewife in her 40s, “Jinjo Mom ^^”
“Fishing King Dwarf” Who likes fishing in his 50s
An 18-year-old high school girl, “Kaela’s brother”
And other comments…
It was all me.
After that message was sent.
10 Minutes….
1 Hour….
3 Hours….
No matter how long I waited, there was no reply.
The reply I sent around lunchtime is the same as when I eat dinner.
When you can’t stand your temper and shower while showering
I thought about the novel so much that it didn’t come until I lay down in bed to sleep.
“Ha.. What are you doing, let’s go to sleep.”
It’s bittersweet.
“…See if I’m reading a web novel now.”
I’m going to wake up tomorrow and delete the app right away and live like a human.
I think Subin looks at me pathetically these days.
You must look that way because he’s a strange older brother who only holds his phone when he comes home after work and laughs and gets angry.
That was the moment.
-Gee-Ring
I quickly plugged in the charger and picked up the cell phone I had put on my bedside.
-1 Unread message
A reply came.
“No, what is this man doing for a living, why is he replying so late?”
The moment you open the chat window with deep anticipation…
…
..
..
– I asked Yong924: A lie.
…
…
…
“Huh?”
Now what…
At that moment, I suddenly felt dizzy as if I had anemia,
‘Ah, this can’t be…’
I feel like the world revolves around me. I feel my eyes go dark…
I…
…!
……………………………!!!
What I hear as soon as I come to my senses is,
The sound of someone scolding me.
“Are you awake?! How many times have I told you that it’s dangerous if I…! Are you okay? …? Doesn’t your head hurt?”
And it was the sound of many footsteps moving in haste.
-The boy has awakened! Hurry up and get the transfusion pack!!
‘Uh… Why am I still so dizzy? …
“Please open your eyes, please…”
Someone was grabbing me and shaking me desperately.
‘Ugh…. I’m going to break my head… Stop shaking it…’
When I open my eyes, what is in front of me.
.
.
.
It was dark.
No light comes in.
Pitch-black darkness.
To the point where I can’t tell whether my eyes are open or closed.
I strain my eyes and look at someone who is still shaking me.
“Lai… Talk to me.. Do you recognize who I am..?”
A woman holding my cheek and crying.
‘… Female?’
Actually, it might be a woman.
I only judged by listening to the voice.
All I could see were red eyes.
Like a jewel.
Eyes shining beautifully like a cat in the middle of the night.
In this room where all light is blocked, it is as if only the eyes exist.
It was beautiful eyes.
And once the sight got used to the darkness,
I started to see the scenery in the dark gradually.
Blackout curtains hanging down on every window.
A tightly closed visit.
As if excluding the element of ‘light’ from something.
All the objects in the room were obsessively blocking the light.
And…
Red eyes.
With black hair that shone so softly that it could be clearly seen even in this dark room, flying in all directions,
I saw a woman with a messed up face crying towards me.
“Rye…”
Incredibly beautiful.
That gives me goosebumps.
Looking at me worried about the unreal beauty
She was calling me ‘Lai’.
“That… “
What should I say?
At times like this, ‘It’s an unfamiliar ceiling.’ The next most frequent line…
“Who are you..?”
“Huh..?”
Her pupils shook greatly.
She frowned in disbelief.
She brought her hand that had been holding me to her mouth and held back her astonishment.
“Now… What…”
‘Ah, isn’t this?’
It was then.
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I heard the sound of the door opening.
“I’ve brought you a blood transfusion pack, young lady! Come on, give the youngster a blood transfusion!”
Transfusion Pack ?
“No, what is that…”
The maid who came in with me
Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and grabbed the pack containing the red liquid…
With an expression full of crying.
Transfusion pack
“Poo-kuk!!!!!!”
She put it in my mouth.
…
…
…
“So this is…”
I passed out after the transfusion pack was stuck in my mouth.
After that, to the maid who came to me after she came to her senses and bowed her head, saying she was sorry,
I couldn’t remember, so I sent it back saying it was okay and tried to organize the situation.
The maids in the house and the red-eyed woman.
When the maid apologizes to me, she recalls the butler’s words.
-I will be severely punished for trying to harm the young master of the Martina family.
… It’s okay, so I told him not to be too harsh, so I went back quietly.
It’s not that part to worry about.
‘Martina’
It’s a name you can’t understand.
Because it was the family name of a character who was important in the novel I was reading.
“Martina di Adela”
In the novel ‘The Knight of True Ancestry’, he is the important main character of the Queen’s direct subordinate and the main character’s teacher.
Recognized as a ‘war hero’ for his outstanding achievements in the most recent war.
The most powerful person in the world.
… I think I’ve been possessed as that person’s younger brother.
