Rushia returned from the toilet. "I apologize for losing my composure..." "No... not at all."

Rushia seemed deeply concerned about her Prince's work selling well. "What are you so worried about?" "...It's just me..."

Rushia hung her head low, her body trembling.

He bit his lip tightly and spoke up. "I want to sell out." "All writers think that way."

"That's not what I mean... By selling out, I wanted to prove that you're amazing... I wanted to show that..."

Rushia's words were unexpected.

I want to sell out so that, as a result, people can recognize how amazing you are...?

"You are an incredible editor. But an editor's skill is hard for the general public to understand. For people to realize just how great you are, the author has to be a bestseller."

I definitely understood what Rushia was saying. Editors work behind the scenes. They rarely get any recognition.

The fact that their brilliance isn't widely recognized is certainly something I've felt myself.

"However, even if a book sells well, people will just assume it's because the author was talented."

"...But books don't sell without editors. It's not the writer who is amazing; it's the editor who makes them write amazing works."

……That's how you think about it?

If a work sells, it should be the author's credit. It's perfectly fine to think that way.

The idea of giving Rusia, the editor, credit for the sales was actually a normal thing to feel happy about.

"...I wanted to do it. Everyone says Okaya is amazing... My work sold... So... I'm jealous..."

"...I see. Thank you." I am a lucky man.

Starting with Oji, I've been able to be an editor for good writers. It truly makes me happy. But I mustn't become complacent about it.

If it's for the author's sake, I should state my opinion properly, even if the author comes to dislike me for it.

"But, Narieshi. That said, I think throwing away your current works to write new ones is a bad idea."