The Lust Lord Librarian-Chapter 33: Adal, The Playwright

"W-who the hell is that?"

"How did he get in here?"

"What do you know about plays, boy?"

"..."

"Wait a minute... I know this guy."

Amidst all the chaos, the young man named Jake stared at Adal closely, pointing a finger at him.

Adal also recognised Jake, which was why he had waited for the boy to speak up.

After all, Jake was a famous actor. A noble. He saw him only a few days ago.

"You’re the author from Leonard Everstone’s party? The one who gave his book to Prince George Wellington to read. I’ve heard that the Prince is loving it. Guys, this man is the real deal!"

As Jake spoke excitedly, Adal watched as all the men and women around him started to look at him with different eyes.

There were looks of disbelief on their faces.

The bald man, whose name Adal had discovered was Brondel, laughed.

"Him? He can’t be any older than twenty-one. What does he know about plays?" The older man mocked.

Adal shrugged his shoulders.

"About plays? More than any of you combined."

Sounds of shock spread throughout the crowd at his audacity.

Adal was telling the whole truth.

With his perfect memory, he had already rewritten works such as Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth, and much more, but had yet to take them out of his room.

Now, he had finally been given the chance.

"If I’m hearing correctly, you are a fiction author. You deal with books, not plays. Respectfully, stay out of the world of theatre, it’s not for you."

The short old man clearly had an ego. He did not like the fact that Adal was suddenly getting attention from everyone around him.

However, Willow eventually spoke up.

Her red eyes pierced through Adal.

"No, let him speak. What are the flaws you saw in our play?"

Finally, he had earned his target’s attention.

Up close, the red-haired screenwriter was even more beautiful than he could imagine.

She had aged wonderfully.

"The biggest issue is the dialogue. It doesn’t flow naturally. As I watched, I was always aware that I was watching a play, and that’s the problem. For an audience to become fully immersed in the story and form a genuine emotional connection, the dialogue has to feel real. It’s the foundation of everything else. You can still have a strong performance without perfect dialogue, but if you want the piece to move beyond performance and feel truly alive, getting the dialogue right is essential."

As Adal spoke, the group listened in awe.

Some understood what he was saying, whilst others found the ideas too complex for their minds.

Once he was done explaining the many flaws of the play, five minutes had passed without interruption.

He even noticed a few men and women taking down notes as he pointed things out.

Brondel’s cheeks were flushed red in anger, especially when the flaws in his own parts were pointed out. However, he struggled to argue against them.

Willow Collins eyes gradually lit up the more that Adal explained.

Once finished, she almost leapt with joy.

"He understands it. He has put into words what many of us were thinking." She snapped her fingers at another woman. "Lily, I hope you wrote this all down?"

The group soon burst into chatter as they discussed Adal’s criticism and how they might fix it.

Whilst they did, Willow broke away from the crowd and approached Adal.

She was a tall woman, but Adal was taller, so she had to look up at him.

As he looked down at her, he caught a glimpse of her cleavage.

Older women often seemed to have larger breasts than younger women, and that remained true with her. They were like two pillows waiting to be addressed.

"Young man, your talents... Where do they come from?" She asked.

Adal could see the look of admiration in the woman’s face.

He was not sure if it was romantic admiration yet, but she certainly admired him as a writer.

"Haven’t you heard? I come from another world where writing is much more advanced than here."

"..."

Willow chuckled a rich laugh into the back of her hand.

As always, they didn’t believe him. It was just the jokes of a charming young man.

"I did not know that you wrote in comedy as well."

Adal smiled. "I write in all genres. Genres that you do not even know exist."

As the chatter continued around them, Willow continued to stare at Adal.

She did not notice that she was biting her bottom lip. She was so lost in her thoughts.

Eventually, an idea came to her.

"Come and write with us here at the Velvet Curtain Theatre. I will treat you like my son, just like how I treat Jake, and the other actor boys. You will be paid spectacularly, and work alongside me as a writer. Your talents are being wasted as an author. Everybody knows the world of theatre is where the future lies."

As Adal listened, he couldn’t help but laugh to himself.

Like a son, huh. So that’s your relationship with the younger actors and Actresses here. You are like a mother figure to them.

Unfortunately, that’s not the type of relationship I plan to have with you. I can see the stress on your face. You need pleasure from a young man like me.

For now, though, Adal was prepared to play along.

After all, he could already see that this woman did not truly see him as a son.

She looked at him with different eyes than everyone else.

Brondel noticed this too, which made jealousy well up inside of him.

Adal guessed that her and the man had some sort of history.

He would be sure to confirm this later, using his Lust Lord skills.

"I will help you write your next play, but only your next. Afterwards, I must focus on my own novels. I have my debut publishing soon and cannot be too distracted. Not to mention, I am a Librarian. My time is limited."

For a moment, Adal noticed the look of disappointment on Willow’s face.

She masked it with a resolute nod.

"One play... Okay, one play. We will make it a masterpiece."

The pair shook hands. Hers was soft in his.

Afterwards, Willow Collins filled him in on the necessary details. He would spend every evening at the Theatre for an entire week, working on a new play with her.

As she announced this to the crew, murmurs of excitement spread throughout them.

In their eyes, Adal was a man connected with the Prince. That meant there was a chance that his majesty would come to watch when it was time to perform.

As Adal made his way back home, a sly smile spread across his face.

Why was it so easy to make all of his plans fall into place?

He thought that his luck might soon run out.