Drawing Manga in a Romance Fantasy

Chapter 126

"This truly is the best gift ever."

Rupert was drawing manga in his studio late into the night. Ever since he’d collapsed from overwork, he had avoided working late at night unless absolutely necessary. However, after receiving the goddess's blessing, he no longer felt fatigue as before. Even after staying up all night, a couple of hours of sleep were enough to leave him feeling refreshed, naturally extending the time he could devote to his work.

‘The imperial court said they would summon me soon.’

It was the perfect blessing for Rupert, who anticipated a busy schedule ahead and urgently needed more time for his manga.

"Sir Rupert, I’m glad it ended well, but it was truly dangerous."

This was the advice given to him by Count Julius of the Emperor's court, who had come down to investigate and had completed his inquiry. Julius’s words were not merely a warning but a counsel born of genuine concern for Rupert.

If this matter had only involved the Somerset family, it might have been overlooked. But when it involved the imperial prince, foreign royalty, and even heirs from powerful noble families like the Border Count’s house, it was undeniably a precarious situation.

Consequently, Edric had no choice but to return to the palace with Count Julius.

Because Rupert held the trust of both the Emperor and the Crown Prince, there had been no further issues raised. If it had been another noble’s estate hosting such figures, the Emperor might have responded very differently. After all, he was a man who would cast aside even his own children to preserve the imperial authority, without a hint of mercy.

“Rasshu, why won’t you transform?”

With all the guests gone, the estate had returned to its usual quiet state. However, Ada was still filling the silence with her lively antics. In the garden, she clutched Rasshu’s cheeks, questioning him persistently about his transformation.

“Woof?”

Rasshu, however, looked at her with a puzzled expression, as if to say, "What are you talking about?"

“Dad and big brother said they saw you transform into a human!”

Ada’s gaze bore into him, but Rasshu, feeling unfairly accused, could only bark in protest.

“Woof! Woof!”

“What? You’re saying transformation isn’t possible anymore?”

Ada somehow managed to interpret Rasshu’s response, and he nodded as if to confirm.

Typically, Blue Werewolves remain in their wolf form until they undergo an adult ceremony. Then, in a protected ritual, they consume the Blue Flower, the treasure they safeguard, and assume their true form.

This ritual, however, requires a guide—usually a parent or elder from the clan who can channel the Blue Flower’s energy within them. Without a guide, like when he temporarily transformed to fight Satanail, Rasshu could only transform for brief periods. Thus, full awakening was currently impossible.

“Woof!”

“You mean I have to help you?”

Again, Rasshu nodded. He had cared for Ada, feeding her the Blue Flower and various forest elixirs, because he believed she was the only one who could guide his energy.

But unaware of his intentions, Ada merely pouted, perched atop Rasshu, begging him to teach her how to transform too.

"Thank you!"

"Oh, it’s nothing, really...."

Rupert felt slightly taken aback by Zenia, whose smile stretched widely with barely contained joy.

"Sir Rupert, if I may, could I ask a favor?"

When she approached him with her request, Rupert couldn’t help but feel a little tense. After all, the Zenia he knew from the original story was nearly insane in her obsession and cruelty.

Hearing this, Rupert recalled the time he’d worked on The Little Mermaid. Originally, the protagonist had red hair, but he had changed it, fearing the color would prompt negative reactions.

Later, when he made A Dog of Flanders, he had deliberately given Nero red hair, yet even now, he regretted the initial decision.

“If I hadn’t read your stories back then, I might have truly become a witch.”

Seeing her beloved storybook characters endure hardships and find happiness had given Zenia strength and hope to hold on.

And in a twist of fate, a series of "miracles" unfolded for her. She met her mentor, Yustaf, after reading Rupert’s first manga, The Kingdom of Ice. Then, after studying The Iron-Blooded Alchemist, she invented a new spell and earned recognition.

“Without you, Sir Rupert, none of this would have been possible.”

For Zenia, Rupert was the person who had transformed her life.

"...There was a portrait of a woman once."

Rupert, having listened to Zenia’s story in silence, suddenly began a seemingly unrelated story.

“It was painted by the greatest artist of the time, and it became famous. Do you know why?”

“Maybe... because the woman was beautiful?”

“Hmm... It was an ordinary portrait. But people who saw it each had different interpretations of her expression.”

"Some said she was smiling, others thought she was expressionless, and some felt she looked angry."

Zenia listened, drawn into his story.

“That’s fascinating—everyone saw the same picture, yet they felt differently.”

“Yes, they all saw the same image, but their reactions were unique.”

Rupert smiled as he continued.

“It’s the same with my books. I create them, but everyone responds differently.”

“What do you mean?”

“Some people even got upset at the ending because the villains weren’t punished harshly enough.”

“Really?”

Thinking it a joke, Zenia laughed, while Rupert simply chuckled, refraining from mentioning that the person upset was, in fact, an imperial princess.

“Zenia, it’s not because of my stories that you’re happy. It’s because you’re inherently a good person.”

“Really? I still sometimes doubt myself.”

Even though Zenia was now widely respected and enjoyed a happiness she couldn’t have imagined in the past, sometimes, without reason, a deep anxiety would settle over her, as if this happiness could be taken from her at any moment.

“Anyone who reads my books and wishes to become a hero was probably already one at heart.”

"..."

“Even I have regrets and moments when I want to run away from my work. Compared to me, you’re far stronger and more impressive, Zenia.”

At Rupert’s heartfelt words, Zenia felt her heart race once again.