�Are you serious?�To be clear, you can�t be Mayton.�That person looks cold on the outside, but has a very delicate delicacy inside.�

Seriel pointed and continued.

�It�s not like your dark heart!��The bookstore owner laughed.

�Are you fighting because of ?Primal Eulgami??�Well, there are a lot of couples like that.�You seem to be a fan, why don�t you go to the square?�I heard that the writer came today.�

Seriel�s head turned quickly.

�yes?�Are you a Sirius writer?�

�okay.�It looks like they go around Tormia every holiday to sign autographs.�Maybe it should start by now���

�thank you!�

As Seriel left the bookstore with a book, Fermi hurriedly followed and asked.

�hey!�rice is?�

�Rice is the problem now!�Hurry up and follow me!�

When we arrived at the plaza, people were standing in a line under a tall banner.

Most were women and varied in age.

�Really?�Sirius, the author of ?Primitive Eulgami?.�Commemorating the publication of the sequel.�

After reading the words on the banner, Seriel held the book in her arms and stomped her feet.

�How to!�I�m so nervous!�What kind of person will it be?�It must be a cold impression.�The atmosphere would be over.�Sirius, don�t you feel that way from your pen name?�

�There he is.�

At the table Fermi pointed to, a man with a huge body was sitting.

�What hairy man?�

A man with a black beard who seemed far from romantic was signing autographs.

said Fermi, holding back a laugh.

�Is it Mayton�s reincarnation?�

Seriel, who had been glaring with her mouth firmly closed, took a deep breath and stood in line.

�are you okay.�Because the power of a writer comes from writing.�He must have a delicate personality.�

Time was delayed as Sirius continued his conversation with a female reader.

�Look, am I right?�

It was Seriel, who had a lot of strength on her shoulders, but after a while, something happened that made her feel ashamed.

�next.�

When the couple came to get their autograph, Sirius didn�t even make eye contact.

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