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[T/N: The following is the authors note in between last chapter and the first side story, at the end of the note is the first side story so if u dont want to read it just skip ahead.]
[Author’s Note]
Post-Completion Thoughts
A six-month journey has come to an end.
Looking back, I have many regrets about this work.
This is only my second completed novel, so perhaps I shouldn’t be so hard on myself, but objectively speaking, the premise itself was flawed.
I’d always suspected it, but writing this solidified my belief that I lack the skills for slice-of-life stories. I’m better at writing action and combat.
I’m not saying I’m *good* at writing fight scenes, but I’m more comfortable with them.
I’ve abandoned countless stories before completion, but even including my amateur attempts, I consider myself somewhat experienced. Yet, while writing this, I constantly doubted myself, unsure if I was doing it right.
That’s why I have so many regrets.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have focused so heavily on the harem aspect. Maybe it should have been a secondary element, not the main focus.
But there’s no point in dwelling on it now. It’s over.
If there are flaws, it’s due to my lack of skill and my impulsive decision to start writing without a proper outline. I just thought the premise was interesting.
Enough whining. As for the story itself, it started as a vague idea.
*This premise is interesting. This could be fun. How many heroines? Five sounds good. Gotta have the Grand Duchess, it’s a light novel staple. And the Southern Admiral, lol.*
As you can see from these afterthoughts, it was a stream-of-consciousness kind of story.
And perhaps because of that, I finally understand, on my second attempt, the kind of chaos that ensues when you start writing without a plan.
As they say, a bad workman blames his tools. This was a valuable lesson, learned the hard way, and I hope to use it to improve in the future.
I had a lot to say, but now that it’s over, I find myself at a loss for words.
Thank you to all the readers who’ve followed me on this journey.
I couldn’t have done it without you. If it weren’t for your support, I wouldn’t have finished this, my second novel. No way.
The weather is getting warmer. I just called for AC repairs. It’s a bit of a waste, fixing the AC in a place I’m moving out of in two months, but what can you do?
Anyway, please take care of yourselves, and I hope you have a wonderful rest of 2023.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
June 11, 2023, on a humid afternoon.
Sincerely,
Heudeureojige Baesang.
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Many of you (maybe not) have asked about side stories…
I’ll probably start writing them soon, maybe even tomorrow. I haven’t decided what to write yet, but it’ll probably be character-focused side stories. That’s the most likely scenario!
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As I’ve mentioned, I’m working on my next project.
I’m debating between a soccer novel, a Three Kingdoms story focused on Wu, and a gender-bender martial arts story. I’m leaning towards the latter.
I’ll start posting it after I’m done with the side stories. Hope to see you there! Lol.
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“Meow.”
Arwen rolled around on the bed, purely out of boredom.
Her room in the spacious two-story mansion was unique.
While she’d overcome her weakness to sunlight, it still bothered her.
Thick curtains blocked out the sun, creating a darkened sanctuary.
The only light came from her amethyst eyes.
“I’m bored.”
It was Tuesday.
Early Tuesday morning, or rather, pre-dawn. And Tuesday held a special meaning.
“When will Rudrick come?”
To explain, we must go back almost a year.
A year ago…
The wedding had ended in chaos, thanks to Sylphia and Arwen.
Even without their interruption, it wouldn’t have been a traditional ceremony, but at least they’d replaced scorn with fear.
After the wedding, they bought a house in the capital.
And during their first dinner, Rudrick made an announcement.
“I’ve been thinking…”
Everyone held their breath.
The last time he’d said that, he’d declared he was marrying all of them.
He continued, dropping another bombshell.
“Instead of fighting, we should have a rotation schedule.”
He’d said it casually, as if discussing the weather.
Everyone stared, aghast, but he was resolute.
And so, the rotation was born.
Tuesday through Saturday, assigned days. Sunday was shared. Monday was his alone time.
Back to the present…
“Hmm…”
Arwen stared at the door.
Footsteps approached. It was Rudrick.
Even after a year, it felt strange, but she looked forward to Tuesdays.
“I’m here.”
“I’ve been waiting.”
“Turn on the lights. Are you a creature of darkness?”
“Technically, yes.”
Arwen replied, then, as he turned on the lights, she hugged him.
Or rather, tackled him. There was no hesitation.
“Someone’s eager.”
“This is nothing new. It’s Tuesday.”
“True.”
He patted her head.
It was a stark contrast to a year ago.
Such intimacy would have been unthinkable.
But now, there was a magic word.
“We’re married.”
“Indeed.”
‘Married.’
Arwen savored the word.
It wasn’t what she’d envisioned, but a dream come true.
She’d dreamt of a quiet life, a small wedding.
“It’s… different,” she murmured.
“What?”
“Nothing. We could buy a vacation home.”
“A vacation home? Why?”
She looked at him, then glanced around.
The mansion was luxurious, but not her style.
It was strange for a vampire to live there.
“Lassiel has a beach house.”
“Do you want one too?”
“I prefer the mountains. A secluded castle. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
“Very vampire-like. Like in the movies. Then Van Helsing arrives.”
“You say strange things.”
She poked his forehead.
“I’ll find a castle. It doesn’t have to be habitable. My servants can fix it.”
“Seriously? Where will you get the money?”
“That’s a silly question.”
She grinned, opening a warp portal, revealing a hoard of gold and jewels.
Enough to buy a small country.
“That’s… a lot.”
“I have plenty. It’s just been sitting there.”
I looked at her, impressed. Even I found this staggering.
She puffed out her chest, offering a glass of wine.
I looked at her, remembering my past life.
How to describe Arwen?
“Here. My arm is tired.”
“Wine? It’s morning.”
“A glass is fine.”
“It’s usually before dinner, not breakfast.”
“For me, it’s evening. I’m a vampire.”
“You just woke up. You’re only a vampire when it’s convenient.”
“Hee hee.”
“Rich, beautiful, and always trying to get me drunk.”
I nodded, taking the glass and sipping the wine.
Arwen pulled me towards the bed.
I landed on top of her. It was morning, but for her, evening.
And unlike a year ago, things were different.
“Rudrick, we’re married.”
“That’s right.”
I looked at her, and she licked her lips.
“And married couples… can do whatever they want.”
“I’m going to scream.”
“Scream all you want. I’ve always wanted to hear you cry. I’ll put up a barrier.”
“You’re a pervert!”
“Is there a problem? I want children. A son who looks like you. And we need to… be intimate, to release your magic.”
“So that’s why…”
“A year is enough honeymoon. Don’t be shy.”
She chuckled, undoing her braid. The lights dimmed.
She nipped at my shoulder and neck.
They said newlyweds were inseparable.
Perhaps we still were.
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