Ah~ What a nice break. I finally had the motivation to write what happens next.

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Oh, so you all left…

Okay.

WELL… if you're still here, I'll say thanks for your patience. I'm sorry but HW and my future takes priority lol.

Soon, I'll be planning on having characters react to the story: "Violet Evergarden"

Maybe the next series Miyano will be writing is "Steins;Gate", "Danganronpa", or maybe another series you can suggest!

I think I froze to the point where I was just as stiff as a statue. Though he wasn't as tall, his face looked as blunt and scary as ever.

"So this is the third-rate you mentioned?" He demanded coldly, shifting his eye to the older woman.

My spine shivered upon the term "third-rate".

"H-hello." I spoke nervously. I didn't really think of anything else to say. He's not going to redirect my head backwards if he gets pissed, isn't he?

He glared at me, or rather, it was simply the look on his face since he came here.

"Tch."

He let me go by going to the couch and lying there. Am I free?

"Hello number 15712! Greets MISAKA MISAKA with a glee!"

A tiny child gave me an adorable hug. She looked up at me. I felt a pang of guilt for not keeping in touch with her as often via the network. It was getting harder than usual anyway.

"Uh, I'm sorry I couldn't-"

The little Misaka cut me off. "It's okay, it'll just mean one less Misaka to babysit!"

We're kind of the ones babysitting you though.

"Ah, thank you." I said instead. "I'll be g-going now." I averted my eyes towards Accelerating, I don't think he batted an eye towards me anyway.

I left the apartment in a hurry, skipping across the hallway.

I paced quickly back out of the place, and made my way back out of the building that consisted of Yoshikawa's residence. I stared into the blue sky and pondered.

How… How am I going to get back home? I thought, my face looking as idiotic as ever.

I turned around. I could have Yoshikawa drive me back home, but that would mean that I would have to come back and ask her. My face burnt up.

That'd be so embarrassing! I'd rather die!

I snapped out of it, and gave myself a quick pep talk. "It's okay Miyano, you should swallow your pride and admit your forgetfulness." I muttered. I took a step forward back into the building!-

I walked across the street, along the district with a gloom on my face.

Am I almost there? I wondered. I have been doing nothing but walking for the past few hours, it was almost amazing how much distance Yoshikawa's vehicle covered in such a short time.

In the end, I couldn't bring myself to go back there. I buried my face into my palms.

I kept my gaze straight, I was probably almost there.

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Walking… Is surprisingly boring!

Why can't they do those time skips they usually do in anime!?

Eventually, the buildings began to look familiar, and I made it back to my apartment. The place looked a whole lot messier than what it looked like before. There were certain wrappers or plastic I was a bit too lazy to clean, the bin was overflowing with failed drawings and designs. (They were NOT crumbled up!) The room's floor was just barely clean enough for someone to navigate.

I sighed and sat down on my desk. I wore my gauntlet and took out my drawing pen. I opened up my laptop and waited for it to boot up as I spun the pen patiently.

"-!"

"WAIT, NOO!" I screamed as I stood up, realizing what I was doing.

Even though I just finished my work, I booted up my laptop to go do it anyway!

I shuddered.

...Habits are scary.

"So, what do I do…?"

I took a relaxing shower and wore my uniform. It seemed like it wasn't really meant to be worn for very long. They were starting to smell funny.

I just have my Tokiwadai uniform and employee uniform.

Should I go buy some clothes?

I checked my savings. This went against my status and personality, but I probably had to go get some casual clothes. Plus, it's probably nice to have a break or something.

Hence, I walked my way to a shopping district. I didn't really bother to check for any nearby places, so I went to the same place I went before. I was pretty used to long distance walks now anyway.

I wore my goggles like a headband, just above my eyes. I was wearing my ordinary Tokiwadai uniform, with my cassette in my right pocket. My savings were on my left.

I felt a bit insecure. I didn't even have a wallet to keep my money in. It might have been a better idea to get myself a money card instead.

The area looked futuristic as always, I could have get used to my surroundings, and the astonishing amount of windmills.

I continued to walk in under the slightly windy summer. I took my steps along the rhythm of the music.

I managed to keep my walk clean without any events, so I made it to the store.

The store worker was on her job as always, wandering the store to see if anyone needs any help.

It's the same as always. She thought to herself, maintaining her smile.

She was pretty knowledgeable in fashion, and she wanted to put it to use a little more often than usual. However, it's only the students that actually want to be wearing fancy clothes. So every time there's usually class, she sits by idle.

Suddenly, she noticed a particular customer wearing a Tokiwadai uniform. She was slightly long chestnut hair, and strange looking goggles.

You don't usually see a Tokiwadai student at this time of the day. Is she skipping classes?

The store worker shrugged it off, she would be happy to help her out anyway. So, she approached her with a smile, like she was any other customer.

"Hi, would you like some help?"

"Oh, I'm just looking for some casual clothes that fit the summer."

The store worker's face stiffened. Aren't Tokiwadai students supposed to wear their uniform at almost all times? She thought about it hard, and decided to leave it be.

"Alright, let me help you out." Reading the girls expression, she didn't seem like someone who overly cared about how she looked, and considering she didn't wear makeup, she probably won't be happy with something overly excessive. That's a rare trait among rich girls.

"Would this do?" She recommended something normal. It was a couple T-shirts, shorts and skirts.

Upon looking at the skirts, the girl blushed a little. However, she quietly accepted the clothes and gave her thanks.

"Thank you for your patronage!"

She's quite strange. She didn't have that same prideful look as all the other girls from Tokiwadai. Most of them are quite strange, especially that girl holding a fan I would see pretty often.

Satisfied, she watched the girl go on her way, holding a shopping bag. She entered a nearby manga store.

Well, I have nothing to do. I wonder what kind of manga she likes?

The girl eventually walked out with a normal choice. Oh, I guess a normal girl like her would pick a manga like that one.

The girl opened up her manga to read it on the way through the mall.

Off she goes. She's a nice customer, I hope I see her again.

"ARGH!"

The girl suddenly screamed, threw her manga onto the ground, and stormed off. The store worker was as confused as ever.

Eh? Eh? What happened?!

I sighed, leaving the mall with a shopping bag. I should've remembered the manga here is bad.

I instinctively bought myself my greatest hobby, only for it to be ruined by the reality that all the mangas were actually really bad.

I arrived home with my clothes and tried them on. They were perfect, the store worker really did a great job. I casually ripped off the tag with my hands and decided to open my laptop.

I was about to play some video games, but I realized my inbox was overflowing. I checked my email suspiciously.

Did someone send spam to me?

WHA-

I scrolled down. They were all publishing companies. Every single one consisted of an offer of some sort. My eyes dashed up and down processing all the messages I received. My head spun, as I decided to fully read one of them.

"Dear miss Ayaka Hiiragi,

We are most interested in publishing your extremely touching novel: Sincerely, Volume 1.

We are thinking of negotiating the profits once you get back to us, feel free to reply to this email as a response.

Best regards,

S.P.C"

That was one of the short ones. There were so many more former and longer ones trying to suck up to me.

I read through the messages in awe. It was to be expected, considering how all the novels and manga were in this world. However I just can't help but be amazed with how well my book did.

My home phone suddenly began to ring. I really need a cell phone… I thought as I picked it up.

"Hey! I knew you book would do well, but I didn't think it would be successful to this extent."

It was Yoshikawa, she started speaking as soon as I picked up the phone.

"Did you… do this?"

"Yes, I'll pick a suitable publisher, and maybe you'll even get yourself an editor!"

"T-thanks."

"You truly are unique. Like a different person." Yoshikawa pondered. "By the way, I have a question."

"Yes…?" I replied uneasily.

"If you were only going to publish a fraction of your entire story first, why couldn't you have submitted it early?"

Those words pierced me like an arrow. It was as if reality had cracked it two, and I fell to my knees.

"O-oh…"

"Yoshikawa burst out laughing. "You're surprisingly air headed, aren't you?"

"Sh-shut up!" I ordered indiscriminately, without reasoning. My eyes were teary eyed, like a baby who just got his toy taken away.

This is so embarrassing!

"You have a vibrant personality. A lot like the original." Yoshikawa said. I thought about her words. I'm not usually as social as this. Was this the work of Mikoto's DNA?

"Well, anywho..." She continued. "I'll get the highest-profitable publishing company for you. You can leave it to me."

"Thank you very much!" I bowed despite being on the phone.

Now that I had finished Violet Evergarden, all I had to do was wait for all the volumes to be published in due time.

So, I'll just have fun in this world!

Mikoto walked through the mall, looking for new clothes to wear, or more accurately, breast pads.

It took a lot of effort to shake Kuroko off, but she had finally done it. She had to savor this free time with everything she had.

A store worker had come to greet Mikoto as a customer.

"Ah! You're the girl that hates manga!"

Mikoto's head spun in confusion. "W-what?"