How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World

Now that I’ve even given her a name, the remaining task is to make sure Ariel is clearly understood and given basic training until it’s time to return.

What I know about Ariel so far is that she’s a mixed-blood angel, not pure-blood.

She can read minds, and she recognizes Arwen and me as her parents.

Aside from that, she seems to be around 4-5 years old, and she’s so cute that it almost hurts my heart.

Every time she says “Appa!” in her baby voice, my heart aches.

Is this what it’s like when Lily grows up and calls me “Oppa”?

‘By the way, what should we do about Lily?’

I looked at Ariel, who was receiving instruction from Arwen.

Arwen was teaching her one word at a time, and Ariel was repeating them.

Ariel recognizes me as her father and Lily as her younger sister.

Last time, Marie jokingly said that if she were to get pregnant, the family tree might get messed up.

That unexpected situation had come to pass, so it was no surprise that things felt awkward.

I don’t know how Ariel will grow up, but according to the family tree, she would be her niece.

“Repeat after me. I went to the sea.”

“I, went, to the, sea.”

“The sea was blue.”

“The sea, was, blue…”

“Good job. Our Ariel.”

Meanwhile, Ariel was gradually picking up the language of this world.

Since she’s a descendant of angels, a race often depicted in myths, it didn’t even take her 30 minutes to learn how to speak.

Now, she just needs to learn words for identifying objects.

Even that, she’s absorbing at an incredible rate, like a sponge soaking up water.

When the learner is brilliant, the teacher feels proud, and Arwen was genuinely pleased by Ariel’s amazing ability to learn.

“Who does our Ariel take after to be so smart?”

“Appa!”

“Don’t you think you should say ‘Mom’ instead?”

“Appa!”

“…”

Sometimes, it scratched at my heart, but seeing Ariel’s bright answers, Arwen quickly grew gloomy.

Arwen, who had remained unshaken despite all the pressure from the council, seemed to have her mental state shattered like fragile glass by that one response.

“Umm… is Ariel a bad child?”

“Uh, yes?”

“Did Mommy get mad?”

“No, no! Mommy’s not mad.”

Here, I need to be careful of her mind-reading abilities.

Unintentionally revealing my thoughts, I have to be cautious even with what I think.

I lay on the bed, quietly watching the mother and daughter playing together, and I slowly approached.

Though education was important, I wondered if it would be best to solve the most pressing issue first.

“Ariel?”

“Appa!”

As soon as I called her name, Ariel jumped up and flew toward me.

Again, she didn’t run but flew, flapping her wings.

The wings were not just for decoration.

Though they were small and didn’t seem to be able to carry her, this was a fantasy world, so I didn’t think too much about it.

I gently hugged Ariel and smiled softly before speaking.

“Have you been learning well from Mommy?”

“Yes!”

“What words did you learn today?”

“With Mommy and Appa, and… red, yellow, blue…”

Ariel pointed to each word she learned, one by one, with her little fingers.

It was so adorable that words couldn’t even capture how precious she looked.

Even though she wasn’t my biological child, the resemblance to me made me feel paternal affection without even trying.

Moreover, the unique aura coming from Ariel made my heart soften.

“Appa. Appa.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m hungry.”

I looked at her as she said she was hungry.

Ariel put her hand on her stomach to indicate where she felt it.

Ariel is an angel, but since she’s a hybrid, she has basic human needs.

She needs to sleep at night and eat when it’s time.

While Arwen could ask a servant to prepare meals, the real issue is sleep.

Not the sleep itself, but the timing.

Newborns usually start sleeping through the night around 50 days, but as you can see, Ariel is closer to 4 or 5 years old.

She can sleep through the night, but since we’re in the same room, there’s no way for me to get any privacy.

Wouldn’t using soundproofing magic solve this?

Surprisingly, when I used soundproof magic, Ariel would wake up immediately.

As I always mention, elves are descendants of angels, and Ariel is no exception.

They are naturally sensitive to mana, so even if she falls asleep, any magic used will wake her up right away.

‘First, I should feed her.’

Hearing her say she was hungry, I looked at the sprout above my head.

Was she really hungry?

The sprout, which had been straight up, was now drooping.

It was very convenient to check Ariel’s condition through the sprout.

If I’m as hungry as I am now, the stem will droop, and if I’m tired, it’ll completely sag.

‘How long are they going to hang on like that?’

I looked at Arwen while thinking about the future of the sprout. She understood the meaning of my gaze and nodded before lightly snapping her fingers.

Snap!

As soon as Arwen snapped her fingers, a table appeared in the air, set up for a meal.

Various delicacies were arranged, and they felt warm as if freshly made.

The queen’s chamber is Arwen’s private space, and even meals are transported through magic.

Of course, it’s not done every time; usually, they are delivered in person.

But for our private space, magic is used to transport it.

‘Magic really is great for times like this.’

There’s no need to worry about poison in the food.

Again, unless it’s in the queen’s chamber, the eyes of the gods are everywhere.

The gods are watching closely, so there’s no way to do anything unnecessary.

If such a thing happened, they would have been punished by divine wrath.

I licked my lips, looking at the delicious-looking food and slowly walked over.

Living here, food is second only to Arwen in what I enjoy the most.

Every time, various dishes were served, making my mouth happy.

Food from Helium was also impressive, but it was too limited.

They’ve just begun exchanging with others after being isolated for so long, so it’s understandable.

“Shall Ariel eat too?”

“Yes! Yes!”

Ah, and one more thing.

“Yum yum yum yum!!”

Ariel really ate well. It wasn’t just eating; she almost inhaled the food.

Even though I’m working out and can easily eat three servings, it seems like she eats even more than that.

But I have no intention of stopping her. If a child eats well, what’s wrong with that?

However, I must give this one serious warning.

“Ariel.”

“Uh?”

“Don’t eat with your hands, use utensils. Want to try copying me?”

I had to stop her from eating like a barbarian with her hands.

Her hands and face were already covered with sauce and various foods, but I was planning to teach her slowly, even now.

Anyway, Arwen would use magic to clean everything up in no time.

“Nom nom nom!”

“Eat slowly,” I told her.

Of course, it had no effect.

It was like handing a stone knife to a barbarian who was already good at hunting.

Still, seeing her eating so determinedly brought a smile to my face.

I can now understand how parents feel when they see their child eating. It’s like you get full just by watching.

‘Parents…’

Suddenly, I thought of my parents from my previous life, not the ones from this life.

The people who taught me the value of family in the most painful way.

They were just ordinary parents you could find anywhere, so the memories are very clear.

Even in a lackluster environment, they showed me boundless love and devotion without a single complaint.

It was only after my parents passed away in an accident that I truly began to appreciate being born into this world and to have no regrets from my past life.

I was watching Ariel enjoy her meal without paying attention to anything around her, when I subtly reached out my hand.

Swish—

“Uh? Daddy?”

“I told you to eat slowly. You got it all over your face.”

Instead of a napkin, I wiped off the crumbs with my fingers. Afterward, I put them in my own mouth to clean up.

While Ariel stared at me blankly, I picked up a fork and grabbed some food.

It was one of the rare mushrooms, a truffle.

“Do you want to try this? It’s a delicious mushroom.”

“Yum!”

As soon as I offered it, Ariel grabbed it and stuffed it into her mouth.

She chewed with her mouth full, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster.

How cute and lovable she was.

“Is it tasty?”

“Yes! Yummy!”

“Good, good. Then…”

I pulled the fork out of Ariel’s mouth. But something was wrong.

The front part of the fork, which was definitely made of metal, had completely disappeared.

There was a clear bite mark on it, as if she had bitten it exactly.

I was stunned as I realized what had happened.

I remember how I had eaten the seed of the World Tree, which was as tough as steel, when I was hungry.

I quickly glanced at Ariel, who was almost finished with her meal, and then saw that she was about to grab more food.

“Ah~”

Was she unable to reach the food because her arms were too short?

Ariel grabbed the dish itself with both hands, even stacking it.

She looked like she was eating a burger, and for a moment, I froze, but quickly regained my composure.

“Ah? You’re not eating that! Put it down right now!”

“There’s more food here!”

Fortunately, there was no disaster of her eating the dish itself.

But it reminded me of Leona, who had once chewed on bones.

Though she only ate the bones, she never thought about eating the whole dish.

How strong must her teeth be to do that?

I couldn’t even understand why she would think the dish itself was food.

Perhaps, being so young, she didn’t know the dish wasn’t food. That seemed the most likely.

‘Still a long way to go…’

I had forgotten that before teaching her language, I needed to teach her basic common sense. Ariel, in terms of age, was like a newborn baby.

After a turbulent meal time, Arwen moved the table through magic again.

Ariel, seeming content with the abundant meal, let out a little burp and was enjoying her full stomach.

“Did you enjoy your meal?”

“Yes!”

“Glad to hear that. Now…”

What should we do? Ever since Ariel came, my range of actions has been very limited.

If I take her out, everyone’s attention will definitely be on us, and if we stay inside, it’s too restrictive.

I’d love to take her out, but I have no idea what kind of effect that would have.

It would surely cause more of a stir than Zenon’s biography, and I can’t go out comfortably.

On the other hand, leaving Ariel behind while I go out is even worse.

‘I need to trust someone reliable to watch her…’

Just as I was thinking this, a sudden knock sounded at the door.

Knock knock knock—

I was startled and looked at the door.

I wasn’t the only one surprised; Arwen seemed to be thinking the same thing.

If Ariel’s presence is discovered here, it would cause a massive headache.

While I was thinking that, the attendant who had knocked quietly spoke.

“Your Majesty, there are guests who wish to see you and Zenon.”

This voice… is it Keir? I recognized the voice clearly because he was one of the elves I had met often.

Keir was now Arwen’s bodyguard and secretary, so it was only him who would be knocking on the queen’s chamber door.

“Guests? As you know, I’m having a pleasant time with Zenon. But guests?”

Arwen answered calmly after a brief moment of panic.

As she said, they must know we’re having a good time right now.

But the fact they knocked on the door meant the guests must be important.

“Excuse me?”

Ariel mumbled with a babyish lisp. I immediately held her in my arms to prevent any outbursts.

“Yes. Normally, I would turn them away, but they are people I cannot treat lightly… and they have come out of concern for Your Majesty.”

“Can you tell me who they are?”

Keir paused for a moment before speaking cautiously.

“Lady Requilis, Zenon’s fiancée… and…”

I was really shocked.

“Princess Cecily of Helium.”

I was really shocked.

“Shocked?”

Yeah. I think Dad is in trouble.

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