Drawing Manga in a Romance Fantasy

Chapter 73

“Identification confirmed.”@@@@

As the cradle for future leaders, the Imperial Academy was rigorously protected.

A magical shield operated 24/7 to prevent any outside attacks or terrorist activities, and there were no internal teleportation circles allowed, to block the entry of suspicious individuals.

This meant that faculty and staff had to use the special teleportation circle located just outside the Academy to commute, but at least it was nearby, minimizing inconvenience.

Of course, some found even that to be troublesome and simply lived within the Academy grounds.

But Rupert had no desire to live within the Academy. He preferred to spend as little time as possible in this ticking time bomb of a place, where trouble could erupt at any moment.

More importantly,

“Hurry up! Ada’s hungry!!!”

Ada, waiting anxiously at the door of the estate, always greeted Rupert with the same impatience when he returned home.

Even though Count Bradley was home, along with the maid who took care of Ada and Sena, who played with her, it was still Rupert whom Ada sought the most.

As Rupert returned from work, Ada bounced excitedly toward him, holding a long stick in one hand.

“Where did she pick that up?” Rupert wondered, his eyes falling on the stick Ada clutched so tightly.

Due to recent disturbances involving black magicians in the area, Rupert had forbidden Ada from going outside. But now that he was working as a professor at the Academy and couldn’t be around as much, he felt guilty and allowed her to go out again.

Fortunately, the Imperial forces had thoroughly investigated the Somerset estate and ensured there were no lingering threats.

“Ada, what is that?” Rupert asked.

“This is Ada’s treasure,” Ada declared, holding the stick in one hand while clutching Rupert’s hand with the other. She handled the stick with such reverence that it might as well have been made of gold.

Even at dinner, she wouldn’t put it down, eating one-handed while gripping the stick. Rupert tried to take it away.

“No!!!” Ada cried, horrified, when Rupert attempted to take her “treasure.”

Even Count Bradley had to give up. After dinner, Ada ran around the house with the stick, swinging it as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

“What on earth is she carrying around like that?” Rupert asked, perplexed.

“She seems to have taken a liking to a stick that a neighborhood kid found,” Kroon explained, when Rupert ran into him in the workshop.

Apparently, a local child had found the stick, and Ada had been desperate to get her hands on it ever since.

“Did she steal it from the kid?”

“No, she traded it for one of the Pinocchio figurines she asked me to make for her,” Kroon said with a chuckle.

Rupert couldn’t help but laugh. A hand-made Pinocchio figure by Kroon, which hadn’t even been released yet and could fetch a high price at auction, was traded for a stick.

Ada truly was an alchemist in her own right.

“By the way, I’m still working on the film project, but it’s proving difficult.”

“Take your time. I didn’t expect it to be easy anyway.”

“The alchemists are getting a handle on the chemicals you mentioned, but we’re struggling to figure out this gelatin substance.”

What was tripping Kroon up wasn’t some complicated chemical formula or manufacturing process.

The response was a phrase they had never expected to hear.

“Is this what true geniuses are like?” Rupert thought to himself, genuinely impressed.

He had expected Saint, being known as the Empire’s greatest artist, to show exceptional talent, but creating comics required a different set of skills, and Rupert had been concerned about the transition.

However, Saint’s work was not only incredibly engaging but also brilliantly written.

“A story about a mechanical human becoming more human....”

This wasn’t just ahead of its time—it was ahead of the world. It was a concept one might expect to see in modern Earth comics.

Clearly, Pinocchio had influenced Saint, but while Pinocchio told a simple, classic story of becoming human through sacrifice and courage, Saint was exploring a far more complex theme.

“Though it’s quite heavy for a comic,” Rupert mused.

Heavy comics weren’t unheard of, but they tended to be very niche. Even on Earth, where comics were well established, this genre wasn’t an easy sell. Perhaps lightening the tone a little might make it more accessible.

And as for Sena’s work—

“This is practically Sleeping Beauty,” Rupert thought.

Sena’s comic was a fairy-tale story about a princess cursed by a witch to fall into an eternal sleep.

The details were different, but the core theme was strikingly similar, and Rupert couldn’t help but be surprised.

“Now that I think about it, Sena’s favorite story has always been Snow White.”

Just as Saint had been influenced by Pinocchio, Sena seemed to have drawn inspiration from Snow White. While fairy tales existed in both worlds, it was interesting to see how similar themes emerged across cultures.

For example, the Western tale of Cinderella had much in common with the Korean folktale Kongjwi and Patjwi, both stories about virtuous girls whose lives are transformed by magical intervention.

“Both of your works are amazing. They’re practically ready for publication,” Rupert praised them.

—Of course, a few minor tweaks would be needed.

Saint and Sena exchanged bright smiles, their earlier tension evaporating at Rupert’s words.

Rupert wasn’t just giving them empty compliments to boost their confidence; he genuinely wanted to showcase their work to the world.

“Should I publish them separately? No, that wouldn’t...”

Rupert had noticed that ever since he had started releasing children’s books and comics, other works had begun to appear, but many of them had faded into obscurity. Even if the stories were good, people still sought out Rupert’s works.

The same could happen with Saint and Sena’s comics if they were released on their own.

Then, an idea struck Rupert.

“A magazine!”

In countries like the U.S. and Japan, and even in Korea for a time, comic magazines had been a popular medium for showcasing works. A magazine would be the perfect platform to introduce their stories to the world.

“If I publish our comics in a magazine format, with serial installments...”

This would generate enough buzz to bring attention to Saint and Sena’s works, while also making sure they didn’t get overshadowed.

“But three works won’t be enough. I’ll need at least five.”

Even if it wasn’t possible to feature ten different stories like Earth’s comic magazines, five would be the minimum needed to make a magazine work.

Rupert’s thoughts deepened as he considered the possibilities.