How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World - Chapter 35

The Chronicles of Xenon, a book that left an enormous impact on the world.

It is a story of a common hero, but the stories contained within are very profound. Demons, who are usually treated as evil, are portrayed as unfortunate beings, and the good and bad sides of nobles are revealed in bits and pieces.

So far, novels have only been books with fragmented narratives and complicated words, but The Chronicles of Xenon takes the opposite route. The writing style and descriptions that play in your head, and the memorable scenes and messages that leave a lasting impression.

Above all, it was entertaining. The story of a commoner leading an ordinary life who but encounters a ‘Strange Fate’ and develops his talent and eventually becomes a hero who saves the world. And a charming heroine and supporting cast.

As such, The Chronicles of Xenon has become a popular book because it is easy to read and enjoyable for commoners. It is a book that is enjoyed regardless of age, gender, or race.

And along with the events of the next phase of the Xenon’s story, readers are left with the most intriguing question.

Who is the author of The Chronicles of Xenon? Who was capable of writing such a book?

Numerous scholars have proposed various theories, but the most credible one is that of an ancient sage, especially an explorer who has traveled the world in the past and gained a wide range of experiences.

Teenagers, still under the care of their parents, and twenty-somethings just entering society were of course ruled out, as there are so many scenes in the Chronicles of Xenon that could only have been written by someone with a wealth of experience.

At least, unless you lived in another world.

“…Why do you ask?”

Isaac, a red-haired man with half-locked eyes, asked Cecily in a shaky voice. His golden eyes, which shone like amber, were dulled by the loss of light. And his voice, which was usually blunt, lacked power.

His face was as red as his hair, an obvious sign of drunkenness, and he looked so different from his usual self.

‘He’s cute.’

Cecily thought it was cute, but then she remembered the circumstances that had always made her suspicious. Firstly, the calluses on his middle finger that Lina had mentioned, the penhocks.

Just as the palm of a knight’s hand is hard from holding a sword for a long time, the calluses on his middle finger are a sign of a long time holding a pen. And not just for a month or two, but for at least a year or more.

Of course, Isaac has a habit of writing things down in his notebooks, so some calluses are quite normal for him. He also said that he loves to study, so it’s okay.

The second is Isaac’s attitude towards the Chronicles of Xenon. Obviously, he likes the Chronicles of Xenon as much as anyone else, but not to the same extent as other people. He just reads it for fun.

However, based on the conversation with Jackson that I had overheard earlier, as well as his attitude so far, Isaac was able to see through the story of Xenon’s life. It’s a sign of enthusiasm when you’re almost there, and Isaac was strangely indifferent.

Finally, the last thing Isaac mentioned was the identity of the demon.

‘It’s similar to what Xenon said to Jin. Is this really a coincidence?’

There’s a scene where Jin, the other main character, agonizes over the identity of the demons as he watches Sakran sacrifice himself, and Xenon eases his mind a little bit. While the other races, including humans, might think that Xenon is just being encouraging, it’s a context that Cecily can’t easily ignore.

Isaac defines demons as “The most human of beings, the ones who know better than anyone else that they can’t be human, but wish desperately to be.” And Xenon’s words to Jin are.

[Don’t worry. Despite what you may think, demons can die like humans even when they become devils. Look at Sakran. Even the gods can’t help what they were born with, but that’s what makes demons all the more human].

Xenon’s words resonate with what Isaac said to her.

Is Isaac really the author of the Chronicles of Xenon? Surprisingly, all of the above evidence fits together. However, this alone is not conclusive.

For one thing, Isaac is currently 17 years old, barely approaching adulthood in human terms. He may be knowledgeable, but he is by no means experienced.

Furthermore, Isaac himself has stated that he has lived at home and rarely left the house. Furthermore, Xenon’s life is filled with stories that could only be told by someone who has been there, done that, or seen that.

This conclusive evidence does not establish that Isaac was the author of The Chronicles of Xenon. Cecily shrugged at Isaac’s question.

“I was just wondering, Since Isaac likes to read and write things, so perhaps you’re writing a book.”

“… No, no. I’m not writing a book…”

“Really?”

Cecily spun her wine glass around, watching the wine swirl in it, and then her gaze fell on Isaac.

Normally, Isaac’s face would show his every thought, but now it was hard to tell.

People make mistakes when they’re drunk, but Isaac seems to be holding his thoughts close. That makes me even more suspicious. Suspicion, once planted, grows stronger and stronger.

‘Part of me wants to use magic… but that would never work.’

The uses of magic are endless. Some magic can be used to make your life easier, while others can manipulate your mind and make you spit out your true feelings.

Demons are known as Masters of Magic, even though their magic is so complex that humans can’t even hope to touch it. With a little effort, they can use it.

However, magic is restricted to certain areas of the Halo Academy, and Mental Magic is not without its risks and consequences. You don’t want to get into the head of someone you’re sure you can trust and like.

If it were a stranger, she’d be tempted, but it’s Isaac, and he’s special to her, and it’s only right that she treats him as such.

‘There’s a lot of people out there, so maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance we’ll cross paths.’

Call me caring and thoughtful beyond my years, but Isaac is 17. Besides, humans are overwhelming compared to other races, so there’s no point in picking on Isaac.

“Still, I’ll hold onto the suspicion.’

The odds of Isaac being a writer are significantly lower, but they rise slightly if he’s related. Cecily took a moment to scan Isaac’s condition, as well as to consider who was around him.

He is on the verge of fainting, and at this rate he’s going to collapse and fall asleep. Perhaps she should get him into a chair or do something about it.

“Isaac. Are you okay?”

“… Mm! Yes.”

“You don’t look okay at all. Let’s sit over there and rest.”

Cecily pointed to a chair tucked away in the corner of the great hall. There was a wall against it, a perfect place to lean back and rest.

Isaac glanced in the direction she indicated, then shuffled over. He was holding a wine glass in one hand, which made him look a little funny, but I was worried.

I’m walking with him, just in case he falls, but I’m still nervous. It was like a newborn penguin baby walking alongside its parents.

“The alcohol… Mmm… Delicious… Hehe.”

He’s even giggling now. Cecily looked at Isaac with a puzzled expression on her face.

Normally, Isaac was sullen, and only changed his expression when something funny happened, but he rarely smiled. If he did smile, it was only casually, and not in a goofy way like now.

‘He’s even cuter when he smiles.’

The more I look at him, the more he looks like a baby penguin. Even though he wasn’t that small, he felt small, and his distinctive appearance only made him look cute. Maybe it’s because he’s much younger than me.

Still, it seemed that excessive drinking should be banned in the future. Becoming a laughingstock at the at gatherings like this because he drank too much was not good for Isaac. It’s doubtful he’d care, given the indifference of his surroundings, but she herself wouldn’t like it.

“I want you to rest here until you sober up. Okay?”

“Yeah…”

“By the way, Isaac. Isn’t writing really your hobby?”

Cecily asked, subtly changing the word to hobby. She was determined to make him spit out any evidence she could, since he was drunk and not thinking straight.

Isaac heard the question, stared at Cecily, and smirked.

“I don’t …unn…know about that…”

“… …”

Cecily smiled faintly at Isaac’s childlike response.

He’s usually so mature, but now he’s like a child. It is said that a person’s true nature is revealed when they are drunk, and I wonder if this is Isaac’s true nature, which is indeed desirable.

In response, Cecily placed her hand on top of Isaac’s head and spoke affectionately. This was the moment her playfulness kicked in.

“All right, then. Sister will go, but you stay here and be quiet. Isaac is a good boy, so you’ll listen to me, won’t you?”

“Yes…”

“Good. Very good. Isaac is a good boy.”

Cecily stroked the hand that rested on his head; it felt soft, as if it had been taken care of.

All the while, Isaac smiled as he had earlier when Cecily had stroked him. It was obvious that he was feeling good.

“I’ll go now, then. You have to stay here like your sister said. Okay?”

“Yes!”

Cecily turned on her heel and walked away. As she walked, she didn’t forget to check on Isaac, just in case.

Isaac’s back was straight, and he was turning from side to side like a ragdoll. This made Cecily a little uneasy, but she shook it off, thinking, ‘He’ll be fine.’

It was less than three minutes after Cecily started talking to the others.

“Suu…”

Isaac’s eyes slowly closed as he drifted to dreamland.

I’ll be picking up this novel as previous TL is dropped for their personal reasons.

I’ll try to stick close to the previous TL’s translations much as possible expect some minor changes as ‘Xenons Biography/Saga to “Chronicles of Xenon’.” Well if you want me to stick back to as before. Np, I’ll just do that and Bc It’s been a while I read this novel and only caught upto 25 Chapters so, If I make or made (In this chapter, Let me know). That’ll be all for today.