115 – EP.6 Thank you so far.

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I was contacted by the editorial department.

Subscribers are gradually dropping, and there is no improvement, so they told me to stop serializing.

I was going to say that I would improve a little more, I would try my best, but…

It seems like it’s already been more than five times that I’ve been praying like that, so I replied that I know.

Thankfully, the editorial department lent us a page to say goodbye to the readers one last time.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank the editorial staff once again.

Where should I start talking?

I guess I should talk about the recent series.

It has become difficult to meet the serialization date without knowing it.

As readers felt, the quality of the series was not very good.

[I think someone else wrote it.]

[It falls short of the previous work.]

You sent me a lot of impressions in letters.

Some say they are old, others say they have become obsolete.

After reading your interesting comments, I felt that the time had come for me to be honest with you.

Actually, I don’t remember very well.

I can’t remember what I ate for breakfast at lunch, and it’s new when I look at what I wrote the day before.

I must have slept for a while, but there were times when three days had passed before I knew it.

As I get older, I wonder if this is how it ended up.

Today, fortunately, I am sane, so I can say my final goodbyes to you all.

dear readers.

I guess I’ll have to back off now.

Even though I’m not coming down from the top position receiving applause, I think it’s a blessing to step down when there are people who still like and cherish me.

Oops, the older I get, the more useless words there are.

Then I’ll just leave.

From next week, a new writer will be publishing a series, so please show a lot of interest.

I’m really sorry that ‘Elmuse’, which was serialized, was withdrawn as an unfinished work.

I sincerely hope that you are always happy and full of pleasant things.

Posted by Evan Dale.

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“Master, can we send it like this?”

The maid with bobbed hair that reached her shoulders looked at her decrepit master and said.

“Yes. Please.”

An old man with deep wrinkles around his mouth got up from his desk.

Even though it was a short distance from the desk to the bed, it took quite a while for an old man to walk.

The old man, who had barely reached the bed, got under the covers, and the maid came over and pulled the covers up to his chin.

“Nap… Do you want to sleep?”

“You’ve been sleepy lately. I need to get some sleep. Send the manuscript right away.”

“Do not worry.”

The maid smiled kindly and kissed both of his cheeks.

In that short time, her master must have fallen asleep, closing his eyes and breathing evenly.

“Sleep well. My dear master.”

With a face that was half sad and half happy, the maid muttered as she looked at her master.

The maid finished preparing to go out and left the mansion.

The mansion, as old as its owner, looked a little worn out, but its nobility was still there.

The maid walked the streets undisturbed and stopped at the post office in the middle of town.

“Oh, Miss Emma. Are you the manuscript today?”

A receptionist with a nice mustache greeted her.

“Yes. Please send it to the ‘Lohid Bissen Weekly’. The recipient is…”

A woman called Emma held out the manuscript given to her by her master and said,

“Riccardo from the editorial department, right?”

“yes that’s right.”

“I think teacher Evan’s writing is still interesting. I always wait for the weekly magazine to come out.”

Hee hee, the employee stroked his mustache while laughing, and Emma greeted with a smile.

“Oh, by the way, come to think of it, how is Inho’s health these days?”

“It seems that Master Inho has been sleeping a lot lately. Other than that, there’s no problem.”

The faithful maid did not mention her master’s dementia.

“Umm… I’m sure you’ve aged quite a bit… Actually, when you’re around Inho’s age…”

The employee, who was about to talk about old age as naturally as he was talking about the weather, shut his mouth when he saw the face of the maid standing in front of him.

“Now what?”

The light blue eyes were staring straight at him.

“Oh, no. Anyway, I’ll get this done quickly.”

The employee cleared his throat and left the seat, and the maid, who had been staring at the back, turned around.

Her steps were still undisturbed, but Emma was quicker than when she came out.

‘It’s already been 30 minutes since I separated from my master. 30 minutes. I’ve been away too long.’

‘Ah… I miss you. miss you. master. The master’s breathing, the master’s voice, the master’s scent… It’s already far away. I’ll be back soon. Emma goes, master.’