Chapter 139: Love (1)
As I wrote the name So-ryong’s Venomous Creature Chronicles on the red silk cover in front of my father-in-law and the rest of the family, a wave of praise followed.
"So-ryong’s Venomous Creature Chronicles. A book chronicling So-ryong’s knowledge of venomous creatures. A simple title at first glance, but for a man to put his name on a book—it signifies sincerity and dedication. It’s a fine title. Truly excellent."
"Hmm... To stake your name on it? Bold. Very bold. You are indeed my son-in-law."
As expected, among men, this kind of gesture resonated deeply.
Of course, I had named the book after myself for a reason. Just like Fabre’s Insect Chronicles, if I was going to write a book, it only made sense to attach my name to it.
But beyond that, putting one’s name on a book was an act of confidence.
It was a declaration that I would pour my entire heart into this work.
After all, if the book turned out to be subpar, my name would be dragged through the mud for generations to come. No one would attach their name so easily unless they were absolutely sure of its worth.
So, as I accepted their praise with a smile, the elders returned my expression with approving grins of their own.
"Yes, I will stake my name on it and give it my all."
And with that, the So-ryong’s Venomous Creature Chronicles naming ceremony concluded, marking the beginning of my first proper rest in two weeks.
"Then, since you’ve spent all this time sleeping under the open sky, go get some proper rest, son-in-law. We’ll see you at dinner."