How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World

The reason Marie and Cecily made a surprise visit to Alvenheim isn’t anything extraordinary—it was out of concern for Arwen.

It wasn’t a lie; they were genuinely worried and came to check on her.

While they joked about giving Isaac a hard time or that they wouldn’t sleep tonight, their demeanor was quite the opposite.

Isaac, typically composed and mild-mannered, transforms completely when it comes to more intimate matters.

He becomes like a wild beast, relentless until the one who initiated things is utterly spent.

Moreover, Isaac possesses incredible patience and a mischievous streak.

Along with his deep sense of care and exceptional physical prowess, his approach is always to satisfy his partner first, only tending to his desires afterward.

This left the women he loved not just content but utterly enraptured to the point of addiction.

No matter how often it happened, it never got old.

Concerned about the toll it might take on their bodies?

No need—Isaac wields divine power that rivals, or perhaps surpasses, that of a cardinal.

And the most effective way to channel this divine energy and “vitality” is through physical intimacy.

This is why women connected to him often experience revitalized skin and lustrous hair.

Far from harming their bodies, the opposite occurred.

Marie, Cecily, and Adelia, in particular, benefited immensely, their beauty flourishing alongside their stamina.

If their stamina hadn’t improved, they wouldn’t have been able to keep up with Isaac’s vigor.

Naturally, this is why there’s considerable concern for Arwen.

Unlike Cecily or Adelia, who are warriors, or Marie, who had aligned with him from the beginning,

Arwen is more of a mage with frail stamina.

More worrisome is her petite frame.

While she has a proportionally wide pelvis, her short stature minimizes its advantage.

“Do you think they’re still asleep from, you know… all that?” Marie mused aloud while waiting for permission to enter.

It wasn’t entirely a joke—after all, even Marie and the others had spent several sleepless nights after their first evenings together with Isaac.

Especially in the honeymoon-like atmosphere, the thrill blurred the lines between day and night.

“Who knows? The queen might be struggling a bit more than we did. But Keir did say they haven’t left their chambers except for bathing, so it’s possible.”

“I’m so jealous. When will I get to enjoy my honeymoon?”

“You’re the most likely to marry first, yet you’re complaining? You’re teasing me on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Hehe.”

Marie chuckled at Cecily’s playful jealousy, her mind filled with rosy visions of her future with Isaac.

She imagined herself in a pristine white wedding dress, greeted by Isaac in a sharp black tuxedo.

Their honeymoon would be filled with passion, maybe even leading to the conception of their first child.

Thoughts of children had never particularly excited Marie before, but after seeing Lily, she changed her mind.

A child with Isaac’s striking red hair and golden eyes?

She’d heard daughters often resemble their fathers, and given how much she’s compared to her own father, she found the idea quite compelling.

“How many children should I have? Four, like my maternal family? Naming them will be quite the challenge…”

Marie smiled blissfully, lost in thought, while Cecily eyed her with a mix of jealousy and admiration.

Although Cecily had half-yielded the position of Isaac’s primary spouse to Marie after the last big declaration, she hadn’t entirely given up.

From time to time, she made provocative remarks, hinting that while Marie might marry first, Cecily could very well bear Isaac’s child first.

“What if an accident happens?” Cecily asked suddenly, pulling Marie out of her daydream.

“Huh? What kind of accident?” Marie asked, confused but intrigued. Cecily smirked mischievously before responding in a sultry tone.

“What if someone other than you has Isaac’s child first… what would you do?”

“…What?”

“I mean, it’s unlikely, but with four women involved and the possibility of forgetting to be careful, it could happen…”

Marie’s eyes twitched at Cecily’s bold provocation.

While it was an obvious jab, it also served as a warning.

After all, there were already four women sharing intimacy with Isaac, including Arwen, and that number could very well increase.

Moreover, Isaac, while meticulous as a writer, was full of human flaws.

Cecily’s point was simple: could someone like Isaac avoid making a mistake in his relationships with women?

“Are you being greedy?” Marie managed to keep her temper in check and asked coolly.

Cecily, however, met her gaze with unflinching honesty.

“Of course, I’m a little greedy. He’s the man I love and the savior of my people. I’ve been ready from the moment he saved us.”

She brushed her hair back elegantly as she spoke, her words revealing her unwavering devotion.

Marie twitched again but eventually scoffed.

“Hmph. That’s ridiculous. Let me remind you—Isaac’s first will always be me. Got it?”

“Sure, sure. I was just saying, in case of an accident. You know how crazy this world can be.”

Marie stayed silent, realizing that Cecily’s words, though pessimistic, carried a certain truth. The world was indeed unpredictable.

You don’t need to go far to understand when you see Cherry and Kate.

These two are actually quite mild.

If someone even more intense were to target Isaac, they might commit something unforgivable as a human.

‘And if, in that situation, a child were born…!’ It wouldn’t just harm Isaac but would have a major impact on everyone. That must be prevented at all costs.

Of course, even that would only be the lesser evil.

The worst case is none other than Isaac’s death.

Marie pondered deeply before letting out a small laugh.

Having considered the worst and the lesser evil, shouldn’t she now think about the opposite?

“I must do my best to ensure that never happens. The same goes for accidents of another kind.”

“Accidents of another kind? Like breaking up with Isaac, perhaps…”

“Are you insane? For whose benefit?”

“Tch.”

Cecily clicked her tongue in disappointment at Marie’s firm response. Seeing that, Marie smirked, raising one corner of her mouth.

She truly is like a wildcat—pretending to step back but always watching for an opening to pounce on her prey (Isaac).

“Hm… Still, it’s unsettling. Birth control pills aren’t perfect, after all.”

“Right? Then…”

“Should we just put a chastity belt on him?”

“Come to think of it, do they even make chastity belts for men?”

Cecily was left speechless, her mouth hanging open in shock at the outrageous suggestion. How could anyone even come up with such an idea?

As everyone knows, chastity belts were historically used to prevent a wife from being unfaithful while her husband was at war or to curb a husband’s wandering tendencies.

Luckily, modern culture has progressed, and such inhumane practices have mostly been abolished, though not entirely eradicated.

But if anyone would actually try it, it would be Marie. Her jealousy regarding Isaac was immense, to say the least.

“Why? I’m simply exercising my rightful authority as the primary spouse. If anyone else wants to be with Isaac, they need to get my permission first.”

“And Isaac’s opinion doesn’t matter?”

“Why would I care about the opinion of public property? If he can’t keep his lower half under control, then I have to do it for him.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“Am I?”

Marie maintained her composure as she elegantly lifted her teacup, her expression inscrutable.

Cecily, staring blankly at her, soon let out a dry laugh.

Truly, the goddess of jealousy was present.

Of course, Marie probably wouldn’t go so far as to actually use a chastity belt. But she would certainly come up with some equivalent solution.

“Well, if something like that actually happens, I’ll congratulate you, even if begrudgingly. But from that day on, all the birth control pills are going straight into the trash.”

“Oh. Can I join in, then?”

“Get lost.”

“Hmph. Fine. Take everything, then.”

Marie chuckled at Cecily’s grumbling. Despite being her greatest rival, Cecily was also a close friend.

Especially when it came to their feelings for Isaac, they were pure and genuine, without ulterior motives, which earned Marie’s trust.

The same was true for Adelia.

As long as their feelings for Isaac were sincere, she was willing to accept any woman.

At first, she thought she could handle Isaac on her own.

But over time, she realized how utterly wrong she was.

‘I can’t manage him alone.’

With the physical strength inherited from Hawk, divine power rivaling that of a pope, and the fiery energy of youth, it was impossible.

If Isaac were a knight on the battlefield, he would have expended his strength and divine power there. But as a writer, all that energy was spent elsewhere.

Realizing that handling him alone was an impossibility, Marie began seriously considering her options.

Even jokingly calling him “public property” felt like an understatement—it was like managing a rotation schedule for efficient energy use.

‘I just hope his stamina doesn’t increase even further… I need more time to prepare.’

Marie was genuinely worried about Isaac’s stamina increasing. Though he hadn’t yet received a “blessing” or “grace,” it seemed only a matter of time.

Once that happened, his divine power would increase dramatically, and the effects would be profound.

‘Just thinking about it makes me dizzy. Even Adelia says it’s tough to handle.’

Cecily could only keep up with Isaac during her “special periods.” Outside of those, she was on par with Marie.

So when Isaac was at his peak, Adelia always had to accompany him, as no one else could match her stamina.

But after training under Hawk, the situation changed.

His training wasn’t just physical combat but also mana refinement, adding “software” to his already formidable “hardware.”

‘Guess I’ll have to rely on Leona.’

In the end, Leona was her best hope. With her unique beastfolk resilience, she might just be able to handle Isaac.

As for Arwen? She wasn’t even considered. Among the women, she was arguably the weakest.

While Marie was contemplating the absurdity of the situation, Cecily observed her with pity.

Even as the primary spouse, the stress didn’t change.

Isaac had never actively pursued women; they were simply drawn to him.

‘It’s tough, but you chose this, Marie.’

Cecily sipped her tea, adopting a detached mindset as if watching a fire from across the river.

Then, a knock at the door interrupted them.

“Ladies, Her Majesty has granted you entry.”

At those words, Marie and Cecily immediately stood up. Whatever had caused the delay was no longer a concern—they had a guess.

“Let’s assess the situation and give some advice to Queen Arwen.”

“Let’s.”

At this point, their intentions were pure as they headed to the Queen’s chambers, enjoying the sights of the Elodia interior along the way.

But when they arrived…

“Uh… hello?”

“W-Welcome.”

They were greeted by a nervous Isaac and Arwen.

“Mama! Mama!”

“…?”

“…Huh?”

“There are so many mamas!”

And standing before them was a small, angelic child who looked just like Isaac.

Marie’s mind blanked out.

Was this a dream or reality? The only thought in her head was:

“Holy—”

“…Ariel?”

“Papa, what does ‘holy’ mean?”

“… …”

That little angel, Ariel, was already repeating Marie’s words.

Marie barely managed to steady her voice and asked, trembling.

“What… is this?”

Ariel tilted her head and murmured.

“Chastity belt?”

“… …”

“Chastity belt. Should I really prepare one? Hmm? What’s going on?”

Isaac shivered from head to toe.

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