Opening her eyes, Sylvia is greeted with a strange white ceiling. No, that is probably not a ceiling, this scene... Is similar to when she met the goddess the first time, but it is also different.
If the goddess's space is pure white, then this place is like a white canvas with black stars sprinkled on it. Although it is white everywhere, she doesn't feel uncomfortably bright like when she was at the goddess's place at all.
''You're here.''
A man's voice wakes Sylvia out of her daydream.
Turning around, she can see a young man, who looks no older than she is, sitting on a wooden chair made out of birch. He sat cross-legged, his two hands resting on the arm supports. The man has shoulder-length black hair, black irises, and overall, a normal looking guy.
''Sit.'' He said, pointing to another chair in front of him.
Sylvia did as he said, somehow she could tell that he won't hurt her.
''Listen, Sylvia...'' The man begins in a solemn voice.
''You're a character in a novel.''
''!!'' Sylvia widen her eyes.
''...Well, that... makes sense? I guess, I mean, all these isekai BS, it could only be done in fiction.'' She said.
''That's right, though I would still like to think that it's all possible.'' The man said.
''So then, who are you?'' Sylvia asked.
''I... Am the author of the novel. Well, not the author, but his avatar, to project his thought.''
''I see... How can I call you?''
''Well, my pen name is Kalliel, but you can call me D, that's the initial character of my name.''
''Sure, D. So why did you call me here?''
''About that, I just wanted to do this once, you know, the whole fourth wall stuff, and also some other things, but.''
''You know what, I understand that, somehow.''
''That's for sure, when creating a story, every character inherits some of the author's trait, or knowledge. In this case, you, the main character, is the most similar to me.''
''Hmmm... I've never thought about that.''
''But of course, you are a woman, and I'm a man, so there's bound to be some differences.''
''Like?''
''Your physical strength is miserable, at least I do calisthenics.''
''Urghhh, why not make me stronger, then?''
''No can do, it's already done. But other than that, your music taste, you love for guns and artilleries, and almost every other hobbies are influenced by me.''
''That is pretty disturbing.''
''It is, but you won't remember anything anyway.''
''Well, that's fortunate. But I'm curious, what made you start writing the novel?''
''...At first, I was just an average reader. My favorite genre is Girl's love, which is why you have girlfriends now, and futanari. But I have noticed that almost all of the novels that I read have the main character as the futanari... And they're always on top, too.''
''So I thought, why won't there be a novel where all of that is reversed, for once? But there really was none. That's why I decided to wrote a novel myself, it was on a whim, really.''
''...I'm speechless.''
''Well, I was pretty surprised. I mean, I have zero experience at writing, English is not even my first language, and I haven't spoken a single word of English since my last speaking test more than a year ago. But somehow, a lot of people came to read my novel.''
''That's... Great.''
''Well, other than this one, I have a few more ideas in my mind. I stared writing in a whim, but now I do enjoy it. The one thing I really hate is stories that are abandoned by their authors, so unless I'm dead, I will complete your story, Sylvia.''
''Ho~ that's my creator. By the way, what's the other ideas?''
''Well, it's not concrete yet, but, the first one's title should be [The mistress of the evil forest] or something, it's about an owl girl who wants to feel like a villain, with her monster followers, the other idea is still being cooked, so no discussion yet.''
''That sounds good, when will you start that one?''
''When I finished your story, most likely, but who knows? I might get an urge and write it right away.''
''Well, whatever you want, I guess.''
''By the way, you should be my mascot for the novel, you're the main character after all.''
''Uhh, sure? What should I do?''
''Do a PR to the readers who are reading this right now?''
''Alright. Everyone, if you like the story so far, please support the author by donating at the link- Wait, what's the link?''
''Usually authors have Patreon or something, but I don't, too lazy, so just tell them to read the story.''
''Ah! Please support the author by reading his story, thank you very much!''
''That's good, I think. Well, I think it's time to send you back, I hope you have fun at the academy, we will meet again, someday. And I'll enjoy my time at the Academy too.''
''Umm, okay? Wait, academy?-'' Her voice was cut short, because the author decided to send her back to her world.
.
.
.
Waking up from her dream, Sylvia feels like she couldn't remember something... Right, it was her dream just now, but what was it...?
She ponders for a bit, but looking at her naked girlfriends hugging her while sleeping, she decided that it wasn't that important. She then falls asleep again.
.
.
.
That's right, you didn't hear it wrong. I'll be at the academy soon. It's alright, I'm not hallucinating, it's not that academy in the novel, but a real one in the real world.
So what that means is, it will not be 2 chapters per day like this soon, but I can guarantee 1 per day, I'll try to make it longer than usual as well.
But of course, if I can find time, I'll still write 2.
Enjoy.
Opening her eyes, Sylvia is greeted with a strange white ceiling. No, that is probably not a ceiling, this scene... Is similar to when she met the goddess the first time, but it is also different.
If the goddess's space is pure white, then this place is like a white canvas with black stars sprinkled on it. Although it is white everywhere, she doesn't feel uncomfortably bright like when she was at the goddess's place at all.
''You're here.''
A man's voice wakes Sylvia out of her daydream.
Turning around, she can see a young man, who looks no older than she is, sitting on a wooden chair made out of birch. He sat cross-legged, his two hands resting on the arm supports. The man has shoulder-length black hair, black irises, and overall, a normal looking guy.
''Sit.'' He said, pointing to another chair in front of him.
Sylvia did as he said, somehow she could tell that he won't hurt her.
''Listen, Sylvia...'' The man begins in a solemn voice.
''You're a character in a novel.''
''!!'' Sylvia widen her eyes.
''...Well, that... makes sense? I guess, I mean, all these isekai BS, it could only be done in fiction.'' She said.
''That's right, though I would still like to think that it's all possible.'' The man said.
''So then, who are you?'' Sylvia asked.
''I... Am the author of the novel. Well, not the author, but his avatar, to project his thought.''
''I see... How can I call you?''
''Well, my pen name is Kalliel, but you can call me D, that's the initial character of my name.''
''Sure, D. So why did you call me here?''
''About that, I just wanted to do this once, you know, the whole fourth wall stuff, and also some other things, but.''
''You know what, I understand that, somehow.''
''That's for sure, when creating a story, every character inherits some of the author's trait, or knowledge. In this case, you, the main character, is the most similar to me.''
''Hmmm... I've never thought about that.''
''But of course, you are a woman, and I'm a man, so there's bound to be some differences.''
''Like?''
''Your physical strength is miserable, at least I do calisthenics.''
''Urghhh, why not make me stronger, then?''
''No can do, it's already done. But other than that, your music taste, you love for guns and artilleries, and almost every other hobbies are influenced by me.''
''That is pretty disturbing.''
''It is, but you won't remember anything anyway.''
''Well, that's fortunate. But I'm curious, what made you start writing the novel?''
''...At first, I was just an average reader. My favorite genre is Girl's love, which is why you have girlfriends now, and futanari. But I have noticed that almost all of the novels that I read have the main character as the futanari... And they're always on top, too.''
''So I thought, why won't there be a novel where all of that is reversed, for once? But there really was none. That's why I decided to wrote a novel myself, it was on a whim, really.''
''...I'm speechless.''
''Well, I was pretty surprised. I mean, I have zero experience at writing, English is not even my first language, and I haven't spoken a single word of English since my last speaking test more than a year ago. But somehow, a lot of people came to read my novel.''
''That's... Great.''
''Well, other than this one, I have a few more ideas in my mind. I stared writing in a whim, but now I do enjoy it. The one thing I really hate is stories that are abandoned by their authors, so unless I'm dead, I will complete your story, Sylvia.''
''Ho~ that's my creator. By the way, what's the other ideas?''
''Well, it's not concrete yet, but, the first one's title should be [The mistress of the evil forest] or something, it's about an owl girl who wants to feel like a villain, with her monster followers, the other idea is still being cooked, so no discussion yet.''
''That sounds good, when will you start that one?''
''When I finished your story, most likely, but who knows? I might get an urge and write it right away.''
''Well, whatever you want, I guess.''
''By the way, you should be my mascot for the novel, you're the main character after all.''
''Uhh, sure? What should I do?''
''Do a PR to the readers who are reading this right now?''
''Alright. Everyone, if you like the story so far, please support the author by donating at the link- Wait, what's the link?''
''Usually authors have Patreon or something, but I don't, too lazy, so just tell them to read the story.''
''Ah! Please support the author by reading his story, thank you very much!''
''That's good, I think. Well, I think it's time to send you back, I hope you have fun at the academy, we will meet again, someday. And I'll enjoy my time at the Academy too.''
''Umm, okay? Wait, academy?-'' Her voice was cut short, because the author decided to send her back to her world.
.
.
.
Waking up from her dream, Sylvia feels like she couldn't remember something... Right, it was her dream just now, but what was it...?
She ponders for a bit, but looking at her naked girlfriends hugging her while sleeping, she decided that it wasn't that important. She then falls asleep again.
.
.
.
That's right, you didn't hear it wrong. I'll be at the academy soon. It's alright, I'm not hallucinating, it's not that academy in the novel, but a real one in the real world.
So what that means is, it will not be 2 chapters per day like this soon, but I can guarantee 1 per day, I'll try to make it longer than usual as well.
But of course, if I can find time, I'll still write 2.
Enjoy.
