Chapter 5 (2/2)

In reality, her feats were incredible as a person who didn’t even have the experience of dating. Everything was the result of Vivian’s blood and sweat, as she sold her legwork to surrounding acquaintances with diligence, to earn material for the novel.

“How about at least dating?”

“Are you telling me to die?”

No matter how the era progressed, the Royal Palace was still a living, breathing, conservative temple of sorts. Be it maids or slaves, if one had signed a life contract and lost their chastity, that was their end. It was a death sentence for scorning the Royal Palace.

Vivian molded into the sofa as she let the nonsensical proposition slip through one ear and out the other while she wagged her head. Thatcher forcefully emphasized his words towards her who carelessly replied.

“Even if you can’t have sex, everyone’s still probably sneakily dating, you know?”

“It’s not something you need to do to understand.”

“However there are things you have to do, in order to understand.”

“F…….”

Thatcher was saying ‘You wouldn’t understand even if I told you. After all, you don’t have any experience’ with his eyes.

This time, Vivian’s pride cracked. In her own way, she held pride and stubbornness over her works, and she had never faced failure even once before. All three of her previous works had sold out the moment they had started selling, and there were continuous requests to publish more. Even now, the fire of the revolution that Vivian started had yet to run low on fuel – in fact, it burned even brighter and hotter.