History at the Library

But he’ll ask her to fix the title no matter what.
Isn’t it crazy to hear that it’s fate from the sky? This was a terrible title that even readers waiting for her new book would freak out and avoid.

“Why does the writer’s naming sense get worse day by day rather than better?”

Mumbling inside, he soon raised his head with a bright smile and hardened his mouth again.
There was only Aiden in the office who came to deliver the manuscript on her behalf instead of Vivian.
If she were there, she would have praised her mouth out, but without it, Thatcher had no choice but to scratch his head in awkwardness.

“Well, by the way, what happened to our Vivian…”

“Our?”

“…I’m sorry.
It sticks to my mouth without realizing it.”

He thought he made a mistake.
Unlike the last time when he launched ‘our’ simply to provoke, this time was not really intended.

They’ve been together since they were so young that they acted like parents who were worried about asking, ‘Is there something wrong with my child?’

As Thatcher slapped himself in the mouth and apologized, Aiden smiled generously.

“Oh, well, if you don’t want to keep your mouth shut for the rest of your life, you better quit.”

“Gasp.”

Unlike his facial expression, he was not generous at all, so he had to take care of himself.

“What’s keeping her from coming?”

“He couldn’t get up.
I was told that I had to hand over the manuscript no matter what.”

“Is she sick?”

“It must have been too much until morning.”

“Well, he, I see.”

Thatcher’s eyes were shaken around by the meaningful remarks.
He understood it immediately because it was in the book.

Crazy, was the novel true?

No, that can’t be true.
Of course it would be an exaggeration.
If the novel is real, isn’t he a monster, not a human being? He didn’t think animals can do that.

“Thatcher.”

“Gasp!”

When Aiden called his name in a low voice, Thatcher barely answered with a startling sound.

“Yes, yes?”

It was a dumb answer that he didn’t know if it was a scream or not.
He was astonished to the point that the Black Master had spoken his name.

Of course, it’s a name to call, but twice was a fear he didn’t want to experience.
‘Hey’ and ‘You’ were better.

“You told Vivian that you were the most rapacious man in the Empire.”

“That, that.”

“I hope you stop spreading false rumors.”

“……”

Thatcher was a little emotional because he was upset.
How can he beat a monster who does it nightly and all morning?