How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World

Leaving the child, who could read even my innermost thoughts, behind, I quickly grabbed my clothes and rushed to the temple.

For now, I entrusted the child to Arwen.

This might take a while, but figuring out the child’s identity was the priority.

The fact that the child resembled both Arwen and me was troubling, but the wings on their back were the most pressing issue.

If this were revealed to people unprepared, the impact would be catastrophic.

Unlike demons, angels were only known to exist through records and were now considered an extinct race.

It’s a widely known myth that their descendants are elves.

But suddenly, an existence with angelic wings appears? And it’s a child who resembles both me and Arwen?

The very presence of such a being would cause upheaval, and combined with everything else, it could be a disaster.