I Shall Break Off Our Engagement For You
[Chapter 37]
Translated by: ME
[Graduates, congratulations on this day.]
Mrs. Weiss stood beneath the podium at the front and gave her greetings.
Decoratively beautiful chairs were lined up on the podium, and the King and Queen were seated.
The Crown Prince and Princess could also be seen in the back.
[This year, we received many poems recommended from the academy. There were many excellent ones, and I was mostly able to read them with pleasure. I would like the students who wrote good ones to join the court poets of the Kingdom of Auckland.]
Clap, clap, clap, applause erupted.
A faint murmur filled the area around the recommended students.
Maisie and her mother leaned forward, listening intently to Mrs. Weiss's words.
Court poets, who compose poetry within the royal palace, garner respect regardless of their rank or status.
They are given private rooms within the palace, and their friendship with the royal family deepens, so there are rumors that they have the power to facilitate things if necessary.
The truth of that matter is uncertain, but in any case, it is undoubtedly an honor.
At most, only two poets are hired each year, and there are years when none are selected.
However, it seems there will be hires this year. Moreover, only six students had their names posted on the bulletin board.
Maisie is one of them.
Maisie's nostrils flared, and her small eyes shone with anticipation in her plain appearance.
[While there were many excellent poems, there was one that I simply could not accept. Or rather, I should say, should not accept.]
The venue stirred with a rustling sound.
Mrs. Weiss is by no means a lenient person, but even when conveying bad criticism, she chooses her words very carefully.
To say that something is unacceptable, especially in the presence of the King, must mean that something serious has happened, and people's attention became even more focused.
[That poem was made up entirely of expressions I had seen somewhere before. Some parts were the same as an old work by a famous poet and other parts were written in the same words as another work by the same person. Also, some of the episodes and the expressions used there were very similar to those of a different poet. In other words, it was written by piecing together several works and the sentence placed in the latter half was my own. It was almost exactly the same as something I wrote when I was still at the academy.]
The murmuring grew louder.
[It's a very unpleasant feeling, finding something you wrote in someone else's poem...]
Mrs. Weiss distorted her face, unable to hide her displeasure.
Something cold ran down Maisie's back.
The sound of many people whispering all at once spread out, becoming unexpectedly loud.
[That means... ?]
[Plagiarism... ?]
[Something like that was recommended as the academy's representative... ?]
Listening to the voices of the people, she muttered in her heart, [That's not true...]
It hasn't been decided that what the Mrs. Weiss is talking about is Maisie's poem.
There are works that she referred to but she properly changed them little by little.
It's a misunderstanding to say she stole it.
Waiting for the murmuring to subside, Mrs. Weiss continued.
[I do not intend to blame the academy's stance. In the first place, poetry in the Kingdom of Auckland takes the form of long stories. It would be difficult to judge it as imitation with just a quick glance.]
However, in the case of imitation, there is a sense of incongruity and a gap between the original work and the part written by the person themselves.
Even if 90% is pieced together from other people's works, Mrs. Weiss said that there is always an author's ability that cannot be hidden, in other words, a part where the flaws come out.
[This time, the sentences used to connect one part to another in the problematic poem were very trite and ridiculous. I don't know why they chose those words, but similar words were used repeatedly, and I didn't feel a shred of sense. Perhaps that is the author's true ability.]
The Mrs. Weiss's words are harsh.
[Did you think that no one would remember the contents of the old poetry collections in the library? That even if you imitated, no one would notice? Certainly, other people may not understand it immediately. But if the person who wrote it reads it, it will be obvious.]
This author is a thief.
If you reread it thinking that way, you will notice that every expression that you thought you had seen somewhere has a work that comes to mind.
When she checked with several people, everyone apparently wore expressions of confusion and anger, saying, [It's similar to what I wrote.]
Maisie stared intently at Mrs. Weiss.
Mrs. Weiss looked straight back into Maisie's eyes and muttered, [The person who was victimized knows.]
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