After Meeting Mr. Sherlock Holmes

A senior literature student falls asleep over her thesis and wakes up in the middle of an unmistakable elopement.

After learning that the reckless man beside her is Mr. Wickham, the handsome officer from Pride and Prejudice, she has no choice but to take Lydia's name, play along with him, and wait for the right moment to get revenge.

At first, Miss Lydia Bennet thinks she has transmigrated into a countryside romance.

Her eldest sister might marry into a wealthy family.

Her second eldest sister might marry into an exceptionally wealthy family.

But when the young woman eloping is forced to take shelter in an inn on a rainy night, a groundbreaking tale for the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries is born: a mystery, horror, and romance story.

And so the curtain rises.

God help the dim-witted girl, an imperfect blend of East and West, and the selfish, hypocritical villain whose mind is filled with nothing but wine and women. How will they survive this murder crisis?

By the time they realize what is happening, they discover that Death has already appeared at their side.

Mr. Holmes, wherever he goes, people die. On that very same rainy night, he is already there,

carrying a suitcase and holding a black umbrella,

striding into the inn with unwavering resolve.

[Coming Soon] Daily Life in Ancient Egypt

On the banks of the Nile, beside a thicket of reeds, a young pharaoh sits on a mat woven from papyrus and reed stalks, quietly polishing his beloved fishing spear. Even his slender back gives off an air of obedient sweetness.

The fiery red sun sinks slowly behind the pyramids in the Nile Valley. His hand lifts, the spear falls, and it flies like an arrow shot from a fully drawn bow. Just as you cannot imagine the impossible strength that bursts from those seemingly frail shoulders in an instant, a terrified scream rings out.

If you look only at the upper half of the scene, it is a young pharaoh leisurely practicing in his spare time. The lower half, however, is positively bloody.

Of course, that terrified scream did not come from me, a girl who had arrived in this strange land from 2025 just three months ago.

A time-traveling girl getting struck by a pharaoh's fishing spear in a reed marsh, then embarking on some romantic, tearjerking love affair? That sort of nonsense is not something I, who just crawled home from the fields, have the time for.

Two months ago, I gathered clay by the Nile. I also got some barley beer from my grandfather and father, and wheedled my mother into buying me a small bag of salt.

I picked a nest of bird eggs from the reeds, along with one goose egg and four duck eggs.

Then I made a jar of salted eggs.

There was a commotion outside, with people crying and shouting things like, "Spare me!" But I was too busy to go out and see what was happening.

So hungry my stomach was touching my backbone, I stayed home while my family went out to see the commotion. I held my newborn baby sister, little Blackie, in one arm and fished a duck egg out of the jar with the other.

Then I rinsed it in another jar.

The blue-green Nile duck egg gleamed enticingly beneath the trembling oil lamp. I split it open with both hands, and the rich red oil spilled out before I could stop it. I licked it clean in an instant, then ate it with some bread. I felt a happiness beyond words.

A tear slid from my left eye. After I took a bite of the fragrant, soft, fluffy yolk, it finally made its way into my mouth.

My eldest brother, Ansi, was the first to rush back. He plopped down on the reed mat, wolfed down some bread, and muttered, "The king was too merciful. A woman with such evil intentions should have been fed to the crocodiles on the spot."

[Coming Soon] Hello, Colonel Brandon

After a classmate pushed her down the stairs, she woke up as Mary Bennet.

A lonely girl at heart, but kind.

She might be timid.

But she longs to be loved.

This is the story of a young girl trying her best to heal herself, who meets a kind family and a gentle, upright gentleman.

Age gap: seventeen years.

[Coming Soon] Transmigrating to Pompeii: Three Meals a Day, Four Seasons a Year

Filumina's memories come and go.

She always feels like she has forgotten something.

While working at a bakery, Filu is so good at her craft that her boss begs her on his knees not to leave.

That handsome man with black curls shouldn't leave, either. Filu thinks they could get to know each other.

But not long afterward, she learns that the fair-skinned, curly-haired hottie is the financial magistrate of their city, Pompeii.

People say the King of Hell is easy to deal with, but his little demons are a nuisance?

Or was it something else, followed by the little demons being a nuisance?

...Filu's memories are hopelessly fuzzy.

Whatever. When it comes to choosing a husband she truly wants to marry, she shouldn't take too big a step. The class divide might really make you feel like your bones have stiffened in adulthood, only to be caught off guard by the excruciating pain of doing the splits.

Filu thinks she'd better wait and see.

Pompeii, the most famous and prosperous town in the Roman Empire, is home to a full fifteen thousand people, not counting the rich and powerful who come to vacation.

Filu's bread is in high demand. For some reason, it suddenly becomes a hit, leaving her boss utterly baffled.

He watches as Filu spreads a thick, silky sauce, black and fragrant, from who knows where, onto a soft, delicate bread roll made by who knows what method.

Right in front of Filu, her boss pats his round belly, swallows, and glances uncertainly at his father, who is sitting by the bakery entrance. Then he whispers to her, "The bread recipes passed down in our family were all stolen from Rome by my father. We've been open for thirty years, and we still only have those three kinds. Not a hint of innovation. Your breads come in so many varieties, and we've never seen sauces like yours before."

Filu looks at the restaurant across the street and silently calculates how much money she might make if she opened one herself.

With her current copper-coin wages, plus the restaurant across the street, she does a quick calculation. In her mind, the gate that had been shut by her lack of money and power cracks open. That aloof man who is so maddeningly captivating...

Financial magistrate to restaurant proprietress.

Theme: Staying alive matters.