"How? Locke is in charge! My new brainchild! How is it!? I call it the Night Knight! A superhero who guards the world in the vast moonlight! ”

“……”

In the café, enthusiastic writers boast about the excellence of their work to his editors.

However, it is not impossible to understand his enthusiasm. A writer should have 100% information and passion for his work, and of course, after passion, he must have the patience to endure when his inspiration runs out.

Locke took a sip of coffee, the bitter taste stimulating his taste buds and making him more sober.

He knew very well what an emotional guy the writer in front of him who had been scrapped from his column was.

However, it is a matter of facts.

Today's writers contacted Locke in order to reopen a column for a battle novel.

Even if there is no way to be annoyed by him, he must not be irresponsible for his newspaper.

“…… Sorry, I can't agree with this work as a column. ”

The writer's expression stiffened suddenly.

"Yes, is that so......"

He muttered to himself, his face the color of earth.

"Huh...... I didn't say it, it can't be used. ”

"Huh?"

"I mean, you can't open a column. The columns in our newspaper are for people to relax after tea and dinner, and we can't put articles of that style in them. Are you interested in publishing this work alone? ”

“！！ Yes! Very much! I want to convey the voice of my soul to everyone! ”

"Well, I've understood your enthusiasm. There will be a lot of things to change. ”

"Eun, no problem!"

"Well, so be it. Come on, Gilles. Don't live up to my expectations of you this time. ”