How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World-Chapter 440: Possession (4)

First of all, to get to the conclusion, the first possession gave me a variety of challenging experiences.

It’s hard to describe, but maybe I should say they were things that were funny but not really something to laugh at.

Explaining the situation to my father wasn’t that difficult, but the problem was the sparring.

As everyone knows, I lived a life far from fighting, and while I am receiving training from my father, there are still many things I lack.

Furthermore, although Clark possessed my body, I still have some control. Even if Clark tries something, it means that the moment I move, it will start to resist.

“Don’t be afraid! Keep your eyes on the attack until the end! I’ll move on my own, just watch and follow!”

“Are you talking to my son?”

As if Clark was speaking through my mouth, I flinched every time my father’s attack came. Honestly, this was the biggest problem.

It’s not that I don’t trust Clark. His physical strength is several times stronger than mine, so there’s no reason not to trust him.

However, my body was reacting instinctively, so it couldn’t be helped.

Honestly, I wanted to give Clark the control.

But how could I not react when a huge axe is coming down toward me? If I don’t pee myself, it’s already a win.

Especially after my father found out that Clark was in my body, he became much more aggressive than before.

Thanks to that, I realized that the training I received from my father was at the level of a child’s play.

“Hey, kid! This body isn’t mine, it’s your son’s! It’s hard for me to adjust, and you’re coming at me so strongly! What if you get hurt? Ah, no… I mean, this…”

“Just don’t talk. It’s better if Isaac conveys the message.”

I almost committed an act of filial impiety by accident, but my father laughed bitterly and let it slide.

From now on, I decided that I would be the one to speak.

Still, as the sparring continued, Clark gradually adapted. I, too, tried to move as little as possible while he was controlling my body.

The feeling of holding the battle axe in both hands was strange, and swinging it lightly felt very awkward.

But as time went on, I gradually became more accustomed to it. Whether my skills improved… I’m not sure, but it was somehow fascinating.

“Hoo…”

[That guy, maybe because he’s favored by the gods, but his stamina is great. He has good regeneration abilities like that kid.]

During a brief rest, Clark spoke to me with satisfaction.

As my father suggested earlier, I decided that I would be the one to speak. All I had to do was relay Clark’s thoughts.

“That kid?”

[You know, that one. Was it Kate?]

Speaking of which, I wonder what Kate is doing right now. I don’t know what she’s up to, but there’s no news from her.

She said she’d come during the winter break, so I guess I’ll wait, and she’ll show up on her own.

She must have her own things to do, so there’s no need to worry about it.

[Hey, do you know who her parents are?]

“No. I heard that when she was little, the village was attacked by bandits, and the whole village was destroyed. Fortunately, Kate joined the Order.”

[Is that so? That’s unfortunate.]

“By the way, why are you asking about that?”

[She resembled a woman I knew. She had unusually strong faith. Of course, she could be different, having met many people on her journey, but don’t you think her appearance is rare?]

“That’s true.”

I thought about Kate’s face after hearing that. It’s a world where there are many handsome and beautiful people, but there aren’t many with an appearance as striking as Kate’s.

Her sky-blue eyes, which are more vivid than Adelia’s, and her golden hair that reminds me of a wheat field.

If nothing else, that bright blonde hair is very hard to find. Isn’t golden hair one of the symbols of the Minerva Empire?

Maybe Kate also has a hidden birth secret, but it’s not something I need to focus on right now. It would be overstepping.

“What’s her name?”

[Eli. Eli Louise Estonya. She was a paladin of the Luminous Order. I received help from her during my journey.]

“Eli Louise Estonya… If I get the chance, I’ll look into it.”

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As I chatted with Clark, my break time came to an end. Clark immediately started moving my body, and I walked toward my father.

The sparring continued until just before dinner. It was only possible because I had been steadily building my stamina.

If I hadn’t built my stamina beforehand, I would have been exhausted in less than 30 minutes, let alone two hours.

Combat requires an absurd amount of stamina.

Even so, my father had served as a knight commander in the hellish borderlands, so I can’t even imagine how strong he must have been.

Clark, who slaughtered the demon-worshipping lords all by himself, is the same. How strong must they be?

“No. Is it the barbarians and lords they faced that are amazing?”

[What are you thinking?]

“My grandfather and father are incredibly strong.”

[You’ll be like that someday.]

It would probably take hundreds of years, and I don’t live a life where combat is part of my daily routine. I plan to avoid it as much as possible.

The possession is only in case something happens; I would never walk into a dangerous situation myself.

Unless, of course, I fall into a trap. After several hours of sparring, it finally ended.

[Your lower body is good, but your arms and back seem a little weak. Focus on training those areas.]

“Got it. What else?”

[As for other parts…]

After the sparring, Clark gave me direct feedback.

Since it wasn’t someone else teaching me, but my own body being used, he could pinpoint the problems precisely.

It was clear that, as he said, I had focused on strengthening my lower body due to my relationships with women.

Because of that, it was hard to withstand my father’s attacks.

If my lower body were like a root buried deep in the ground, my back would be like the trunk of a strong tree.

I should start doing intense pull-ups from now on.

“Isn’t muscle like my grandfather or father something you’re born with?”

[That’s right. Even if you try, it’ll be tough to become like us. Your skeletal structure is excellent compared to most, but if you compare it to me and Hawk… well…]

“…”

I recalled my father and Clark’s appearances. They looked like muscle monsters from some manga.

They were the embodiment of “strong as iron,” and every time I saw them, I felt an overwhelming presence. But I wasn’t aiming to be that strong.

As I said before, I just want the means to protect myself. I live a life far from fighting.

After the sparring, I returned to my room. Thanks to the divine power, my stamina quickly recovered, so I didn’t even need to rest.

“Have you adapted to it by now?”

Leona, still holding Ariel, asked me as her animal ears twitched. She had turned Ariel into a doll.

Also, since the tissue that had blocked her nose was gone, it seemed the cigar scent in the room had dissipated.

I removed the sprout that had stuck to my tongue and confirmed that it had entered Clark’s body before answering.

“Yeah. At first, I was a bit lost, but I got better gradually. I just need to do nothing.”

“That’s how it is. Shamans also completely trust the spirit possessing their body when fighting. It’s all about harmony.”

“Yeah, it’s difficult to match the harmony.”

It’s easy to say I shouldn’t be scared, but it’s not that simple. I sighed as I sat down and looked ahead.

Leona, with her ears perked up, was looking at me. Her tail was gently swaying.

She really looked like a big cat, so I petted her head gently. Her ears folded to the sides, making it easier to pet her.

“Grung. Grung.”

Leona purred happily. With Ariel in her arms, it made her even cuter.

Her tail curled around my arm, expressing her feelings. This is a cat-like affection, not some lion.

I gave her cheeks a final squeeze before standing up. It was almost time for dinner.

“Leona.”

“Yeah?”

“Come to my room after dinner. Got it?”

I said that and smiled at her.

“I have something to say to you, and also something I want to do.”

At this point, you should understand what it means.

Leona blinked after hearing my words and then smiled brightly.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

Of course.

“Can Ariel go too?”

“No.”

“Why not? I want to be with dad too.”

“Some things are like that.”

I couldn’t help but break into a sweat as I tried to stop Ariel.

After finishing dinner and taking a nice bath, I quietly waited in my room.

I didn’t forget to leave Ariel with Mari just in case.

However, when I went to leave her, they were still playing Go.

It wasn’t even a game between Cecily and Arwen, but between Mari and Rina.

It was both ridiculous and amusing to watch Mari giving advice from the sidelines.

Still, I felt good that they had created a proper recreational culture.

So now, I was back in my room, sitting at the desk in just my bathrobe.

It would take some time for Leona to arrive, so I planned to spend the time writing.

The problem was…

[Would it be okay to smoke just once?]

“No, I’m telling you, this is my body.”

[This is the wish of this old man. Please, just once.]

The voice of Clark, who had possessed my body, was asking me to smoke.

After dinner, while I was waiting, a sprout appeared in front of me.

I didn’t know how it got to my bedroom, but I suspected it had followed me secretly.

Anyway, it seemed like he wanted to possess me, so as soon as I put it in my mouth, he made that request.

It felt like my body was being possessed by a smoking dragon instead of a black flame dragon.

What should I do with this smoker?

“And you’ve already smoked as much as you wanted. What’s different about doing it with my body?”

[Of course, there’s a difference! As I said before, the feeling of smoke filling your lungs, that refreshing sensation. I want to experience that again.]

“You could ask dad instead.”

[That… well, I heard he doesn’t smoke for a particular reason.]

I raised an eyebrow when I heard this.

My father loves alcohol but tends to avoid smoking.

I thought it was because Clark was a heavy smoker, but maybe there was another reason. Curious, I quietly asked.

“What’s the reason?”

[During his active duty, he was smoking while on guard duty, and one of his comrades got shot and died. The small light from the cigarette gave away their position.]

“…”

It was a deeply realistic story, and it made me solemn.

There are actually cases in wartime where smoking led to the destruction of a unit.

In the dark of night, even the smallest light is clearly visible.

I experienced this personally in the military.

Especially in border areas, it must be even worse. I sighed and quietly spoke.

“…I understand. But just one, okay?”

[That’s my grandson!]

It’s surprising how someone usually so serious can become so childish in front of cigarettes.

Even as men mature, they retain childlike traits, and that’s exactly what Clark was like with smoking.

Cigarettes were probably like a companion to him, something he’d had all his life.

Furthermore, World Tree cigars are beneficial to the body.

If it were a regular cigarette, I would have firmly refused, but since it’s a World Tree cigar, I accepted.

Even though I’m already struggling with my health, I really don’t want my lungs to decay.

Click—

Finally, when I opened the desk drawer as he requested, I saw a cigar box.

It was a premium World Tree cigar, and even the box was decorated with a sophisticated design.

I took out one cigar from the box.

It looked like an ordinary cigar at first glance, but the World Tree pattern was engraved on the surface.

I heard that in the past, some people used to counterfeit them, but now they engrave patterns to prevent that.

Click—

After taking the cigar, I lit it with a match since there were no lighters.

As soon as the end of the cigar lit up, I immediately put it in my mouth.

From this moment on, my actions began to overlap with Clark’s completely.

Sssss—

When I took a deep puff, I felt the smoke enter my throat and lungs.

I had never smoked before in my past life, so it felt awkward, but Clark was a heavy smoker.

“Cough! Cough!”

The smoke didn’t just stay in my mouth; it went deep into my lungs, and I had to cough.

My body had never taken a puff before, so it was unavoidable.

Still, the taste wasn’t bad.

In fact, the sweet mint flavor lingered and felt refreshing.

At the same time, I felt my mind clear up.

It was like a calming effect, and my body felt lighter.

[Ah… this is it. It’s definitely better to have a living body than to have bones.]

“…”

[How do you feel? Isn’t it good?]

“…It’s not bad.”

It really wasn’t bad.

It’s just that I had a negative view of smoking in general.

My body felt lighter, but also more energized, and this strange sensation lifted my spirits.

Moreover, my mind wasn’t foggy; it felt clearer than before.

My concentration, which was already strong, seemed to have increased.

I opened my eyes, and looking at my work on the desk, I felt that with this concentration, I could stay up all night and still be perfectly fine.

“Haah—”

After that, I continued typing while holding the cigar in my mouth.

I forgot to open the window, so the room was filled with the smell of the cigar, but I didn’t notice.

Unlike regular cigarettes, I didn’t need an ashtray, so I didn’t even need to move my hand.

The ash wouldn’t scatter, and it would just disappear into the air as mana.

A cigarette that’s beneficial to the body and doesn’t need cleaning up.

There’s a reason why every smoker wants one.

[Well, I’ll be off now. I’m satisfied with this for today.]

“Take care.”

After smoking three cigars neatly, Clark returned to his body.

The sprout that had been lingering on my tongue floated around before disappearing.

The sprout is treated like a kind of soul, free from spatial restrictions, as evidenced by how it passed through the wall and disappeared.

I continued to enjoy the scent of the cigar in my mouth while working.

It felt like my typing speed had increased compared to usual.

No. It wasn’t just a feeling.

My hands were actually moving faster and more smoothly than before.

It felt like I was dancing rhythmically.

Could this be the power of the World Tree cigar?

‘This is going to be even more addictive.’

I thought that to prevent addiction, the best thing would be to smoke it whenever Clark wanted.

If I kept smoking it, I might become a heavy smoker.

But that was something I absolutely didn’t want.

Every time I asked, Arwen would gladly give it to me, but World Tree cigars were one of the main exports of Alvenheim.

If I kept taking them recklessly, there would be problems in Alvenheim too.

There were many elements that could cause trouble.

Knock knock—

Thanks to my speed in writing, I was just about to finish the conclusion when I heard a knock at the door.

The interruption wasn’t pleasant, but still, a guest is a guest.

I stopped my hands, which had been moving rapidly, and looked toward the door.

[Isaac. It’s me. Can I come in?]

It was Leona.

I checked the time, and although it wasn’t quite night yet, it was getting close.

It seemed she had come to talk.

Coincidentally, coffee and some snacks had also been prepared.

I stood up from my chair and walked toward the door.

It was better to open it myself than just give an indifferent permission.

Creeak—

“Did you come?”

“Yeah. I came…”

Leona had a pleasant expression on her face when I opened the door, but as she spoke, she froze mid-sentence, staring at me with a flushed face.

I was puzzled by her reaction, but soon realized what had happened.

I had been smoking just as Clark wanted and hadn’t ventilated the room at all.

Naturally, the scent had stuck to my body, and the room was now filled with smoke.

For Leona, who was in heat, this was like spraying aphrodisiac all over her.

“Ah. Sorry. Please wait a moment…”

Thud—

Just as I was trying to quickly close the door, Leona stopped me with her foot.

I looked at her, flustered.

“Haa… haa…”

Perhaps after enduring so much, this last stimulus made it too difficult for her to control herself.

Leona’s face had changed to one of clear desire.

“You really… are going to do this…?”

Leona swallowed her saliva and glared at my chest that was exposed through my bathrobe.

I wasn’t sure what misunderstanding she had, but that wasn’t it at all.

It was my fault for not opening the window, but I didn’t expect her to come in so quickly.

I wanted to explain myself, but before I could, Leona used her superior strength as a beastkin to open the door more quickly.

“Leona?”

“I can’t hold it anymore… I’ve endured so much…”

Saying this, Leona began to push me towards the bed.

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