I’d like to say hello, both to those who are joining me for the first time, and to the regulars. Nice to meet you! I’m Haruka Momo. When written in kanji it looks like a Chinese name, but I promise you, my name’s not Tao Chun Hua, it’s Haruka Momo.
I’ve written a lot of books, some of which are thin and some of which are not so thin, but this book is one with a barcode. This was a big surprise, and definitely one of the top 10 events in my personal history. No wonder I’ve never won the lottery—my meager amount of luck has all been
funneled into this instead.
I started writing this with the vague idea that I wanted to write a totally cliché love story with all the classic tropes. Then I just let things naturally unfold from there and kept writing. I never thought this story would take me so far, but it was a happy occurrence, and one I’m truly grateful for. I’d like to say thank you, from the bottom of my heart, to Ichijinsha for giving me this opportunity, my editor for pointing out issues so kindly, Maro for drawing unbelievably great illustrations, and of course, to all of you readers.
Also, while it might be a little redundant, I’d like to explain a little about the world of the story. In principle, the setting is based on Europe in the late modern period, specifically the 19th century. Simeon and his fellow knights are essentially career soldiers, and the name “knight” is kept purely due to tradition.
That being the case, the Industrial Revolution should have happened, creating a wave of automation that swept across the world. However, personally I find it difficult to fangirl over machines. Shootouts and car chases don’t do a lot for me. For me, the true sense of heroism is in the living people’s bodies colliding, and the clash of sword against sword.
On the other hand, if I’d set the story in the middle ages, I don’t think it would have been ostentatious enough for my liking. It would indeed be an era without guns, but also an era without fluttering frilly dresses, or men that wore glasses. They wouldn’t have toilets, either. There’d be all sorts of missing elements.
That’s how it ended up as a strange world where it’s apparently the late modern period, but without any guns, automobiles, or steam trains. However, they do have publishing technology, i.e., the printing press. The whole thing is rather cobbled together, I’ll admit. Sorry about that.
In the end, I have to ask you to overlook these details and accept it as a fictional history and country.
There is one more important thing to mention. I’m not really into male-male romance. My particular preference is for male-female romance. This is the honest truth. The concept won’t come up in the story except as a source of comedy, so please don’t have any hopes or fears that it might.
This was a story where I went full speed ahead writing in all the elements I love, including plenty of the typical elements you’d expect in this type of story. I can only hope that you, the reader, enjoyed it as well. If this book made you involuntarily chuckle, I will feel honored as an author.
Finally, I’d like to express my gratitude one last time to everyone who was involved with this story. Thank you very much.