Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 67



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＃Returner’s Notepad Episode 67

Script (1)

Elise arrived at the meeting place. It was a small theater rented for the next two weeks. I plan to practice the script here and perform a play at the festival in two weeks… … .

She put her ear to the door before entering.

—This assignment was a complete mess. No, some crazy guy broke all the desks.

-therefore. But doesn’t it seem like you have gained more discriminatory power? The kids who couldn’t do the math couldn’t stand the cold and were immediately eliminated. I still lasted 23 hours.

23 hours.

For reference, Elise’s record is less than 15 hours.

I had a random urge to turn around and run away, but I desperately suppressed it and knocked.

-ah. It looks like Elise is here.

“ha… … .”

I took a deep breath and opened the door.

Inside the theater, all eyes were focused on the six people she personally invited. Although she suspected all intent in their eyes, she spoke calmly.

“Is everyone here?”

“huh. “All six of us are here.”

Wendy answered. She pursed her lips slightly as she spoke.

Why are you like that? As if laughing.

Elise trudged over and sat down on a chair.

“Shall we begin?”

I spoke as professionally as possible.

She plans to limit today’s topic to public content only. Whether it’s College Board or anything else, talk about grades is absolutely excluded.

“hmm? Start like this? “Isn’t there that friend of Shion?”

Senior James asked. Elise asked quietly.

“Why does that person ask?”

“Well, wasn’t that friend writing the script?”

“It was like that.”

In response, I took out seven scripts from my Charmen bag.

As of right now, Charmen is a high-end luxury product among high-end brands. An ultra-expensive artifact handbag that not everyone, even nobles, can purchase, and that companies sell considering the reputation and reputation of the buyer.

“Sion Askal said he wanted to do a play with ‘The Bard.’ “What do you think?”

“what? The bard is a bit… … .”

“… … I know. “I’m not much of a minstrel.”

This is a normal reaction. Cultured people who have learned Latinel correctly react like this. It is the play that receives the worst reviews among the 23 plays in Latinel, so I have no choice but to express my disapproval.

“They say they will figure out how to adapt it, but we don’t have time until then. “There are only two weeks until the festival.”

Elise handed out copies of the script one by one.

“He is a cunning king. “I adapted it.”

A script that he wrote himself and even bound in hardcover.

[Cunning King – Author Elise]

Elise shrugged her shoulders with pride as she stroked the cover.

“Ah, the cunning king? It’s good.”

“I feel most comfortable when acting. “Because I’m used to it.”

Edsilla college students helped out. Miller and Sasha. These two are credible as they are undergraduate students majoring in theater and film with a minor in Latinelle who aspire to become actors.

This means that its culture and knowledge will be much deeper than that of Zion Askal.

“Oh right. “Isn’t this acting as Ratinelle?”

“yes. Acting is done in the common language. “There may be some Latinelles mixed in the lines.”

The theme of the festival play is [Popularization of Latinel], but it is impossible to attract the public’s attention by performing in Latinel, which the public does not know.

“But you don’t need any staff?”

asked college student Miller.

“I can select a few people. “The kids who are active in the industry right now.”

The budget for this festival play set by Endex is 100,000 Ren. Of course, you can get help from your mother, but you also need the experience of doing it on your own.

“It’s good. If there is a staff member who would like to do this, please send us the list. “I’ll take a look.”

“You don’t have to pay daily wages. Well, they too-”

“I have to give it to you. “I’ll set it as the industry average.”

Considering the cost of stage props, appearance fees, venue rental fees, etc., it is very tight, but if the ticket price is calculated properly, it will be covered to some extent.

“then… … .”

Elise looked at the face of the table.

There is no Zion Askal anywhere here. Therefore, the invitation will naturally fall into your position.

Of course, this wasn’t the plan from the beginning.

Fair competition was actually what Elise had hoped for.

This is all done by the blindness of a guy who is obsessed with strange plays like the Bard.

“Script reading. “Shall we begin?”

Elise opened the first page of [The Cunning King]. The smell of paper reached her nose and was fragrant.

* * *

Saturday, 6 p.m., senior-only floor of Endex Library.

[First incident scene. Please come to Geldio’s alley by 1 a.m. on Monday.]

Solliet’s message is written in the shared notebook on my desk. This is my first business trip with a client.

I wrote a reply.

[check.]

Nothing since then.

I feel like I’m being noticed for no reason.

After thinking about it, I added one sentence.

[Are you okay?]

[it’s okay. It was my fault for trusting you. You are a traitor.]

Soliette wrote a reply as if she had been waiting.

[what. You betrayed me too, Gerken.]

[I was originally destined to betray, wasn’t I? you are… … .]

The roughly scribbled sentences are interrupted, and the handwriting is slightly sloppy again.

Even that is an extremely aristocratic handwriting.

[It’s done. Come out to Geldio’s alley by 1 a.m. Private conversations should not be recorded in this shared notebook.]

Anyway, I’m upset. I put the notebook in the inside pocket of my school uniform.

I stared at the empty notebook, which was the reason I had come all the way to the library.

On the same day that I finished my 30-hour college board exam, I was trying to write a script.

“… … ah. “Why do you hate doing it?”

But for some reason, I don’t feel motivated.

Is it because I was busy with the College Board, or is it because I have never written a play script before?

[Title: Bard]

It doesn’t go any further than the title.

Should I just quit now?

It’s quite annoying.

I looked around, poking at random notes.

“… … ?”

Suddenly, a coffee machine caught my eye.

A machine installed in one corner of the library that emits a faint smell of coffee beans.

coffee.

Caffeine.

One of the 48 parallel lines that I cut off a long time ago to keep my promise to become healthy.

“Hmm… … .”

But, let’s think again.

Isn’t caffeine really bad for your health? Is it as useless as cigarettes or drugs?

Probably not.

Nevertheless, should you be deprived of the pleasure and effects that caffeine can provide simply because you are a cancer patient?

That won’t work.

Even if you drink coffee, tomorrow will come.

Rather, it may focus us on today and lead us to a brighter tomorrow… … .

“okay.”

I jumped up. I placed a paper cup in the coffee machine and pressed the button.

Squeak – Brown liquid rising.

As I stared at it blankly, some questions came to mind as well.

What would happen if perion was added to this coffee?

Is it possible to amplify only the ‘arousal effect’ of caffeine with Perion?

If possible, I think it would be of great help in writing.

Why not try it?

I raised Danjeon’s magical power.

Sssssssssssssssssshh… … . A colorless air current rose from his grasp. It was poured into the liquid.

“… … Are you done?”

I shook the paper cup slightly. The coffee flowed. On the outside, it was still the same.

“It’s probably not a carcinogen.”

An alkaloid compound that awakens the brain and activates metabolism, amplified by my magic power.

Even if it was a carcinogen, it didn’t matter since I was already a cancer patient, but I just took a sip just in case.

Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssbttttt, I waited quietly.

“Nothing much.”

It’s a pity, but how can there be any dramatic effect just by amplifying the caffeine in coffee? It would be nice if I could catch up on sleep.

The moment I put down the paper cup while thinking about such things.

“──?”

The pupils were dilated. My heart was beating rapidly, and a certain passion surged from the inside of my brain. It felt like a fierce fireball was flowing down from the top of my head.

It was an awakening.

I quickly sat down. I grabbed the pen and looked at the note.

A blank notebook page with only the title [Bard] written on it.

That blank sheet of paper, like a silver screen, replays memories from one day.

The theater where Theia Itsil almost dragged Gerken and me.

The time before regression is now gone.

The scene at that time comes to mind clearly, and it’s as if I’m being sucked into it… … .

─The bard sings stories. There are tragedies and comedies among the stories. I talk about comedy like tragedy, and tragedy like comedy.

The actor’s lines resonate. I can hear the audience breathing. The fine dust and air in the theater touches your skin.

I am now sitting in my seat at the Edsilla Opera House.

If you turn your head to the side, you can see Theia Itsil concentrating on the play.

If you turn it the other way, you can see Gerken also concentrating on the play.

“… … what.”

I hastily shook my head. At that moment she left the opera house.

Again, it was Endex’s library.

“creeps.”

Memories of the past that felt real enough to confuse reality. An overly vivid experience.

I almost became immersed in “Notepad” without even realizing it.

“after… … .”

I took a deep breath. After calming down for a moment, I took another sip of coffee. But this time, I consciously refrained from concentrating.

Like lying on the sofa and watching TV, immerse yourself, not immerse yourself, from an appropriate distance.

—The bard sings stories.

The lines of the musical and the facial expressions of the actors appear before my eyes, like a drama.

I copied them verbatim into my notebook.

* * *

“finished… … .”

I felt dizzy and leaned back in my chair. I let go of the pen and notebook. There were only three sips of coffee left, and it was already 11pm.

[Bard]

The script is probably perfect.

First of all, I have translated everything from that musical that I recalled into a script.

“Oh, I’m tired.”

My whole body feels like it’s melting, and my head feels quite dizzy. Is this an aftereffect of caffeine awakening? Maybe it’s because I’m concentrating too much.

I took my notebook and stood up.

Challang-

But the door opened first.

At a time when the average person’s work day is over, there is a person who brings something to study.

Of course it’s Elise.

“What are you?”

“… … .”

Elise was speechless. Her complexion was also not good. Maybe it’s because of this college board. Because she was eliminated in the middle rankings.

She sat down anywhere and opened a book. It was also a college major.

“hey. “The script is complete.”

I said that and approached. Elise still had no answer. She only looked at her major books and put the script on her desk.

“Read it. “Don’t be sullen.”

“That mouth. quietly.”

I’m not sullen.

“Anyway, you’re the main character, so memorize all your lines.”

Then Elise’s eyes shook slightly. She pursed her lips slightly as if she had something to say, but then she shook her head without saying anything.

“Hwaaaam… … . Goes.”

I yawned and went out.