�I am not writing to make money.�I�m making money to write.�A certain noble paid a lot of money to change the story.�I refused.�Do you know why?�If I change something���

Sirius, grabbing an iced coffee cup, sprayed it in Fermi�s face and shouted.

�Only when I decided it was better for my readers!�It has nothing to do with money.�

As the coffee dripped down Fermi�s face, the readers outside the window made a fuss.

�Oh my, my!�oh my god!�

Of course, most of them had sullen expressions on their faces, but Seriel froze pale.

�What kind of guy is that guy���

Anyone who knew Fermi at Alpheas Magic School would think the same.

�����All right.�

Contrary to expectations, Fermi quietly left the store without even polishing the coffee.

Coming out, he found coffee smeared on the sequel to The Primal Lasso.

�ah?���

For the first time, Seriel knew that even Fermi�s eyes could shake with embarrassment.

�sorry.�uh, that�s it���

said Fermi awkwardly holding up the book.

�Shall we go and buy a new one now?�I can go alone.�

Silence comes.

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Seriel held her belly button and laughed.

�Puhahaha!�hey, you�re really funny!

Fuhahaha!�

�why?�What�s funny?�

Perhaps Fermi didn�t know.

It was a book that Seriel liked so much, but even so, it was only one book.

�Then Fermi���

Even though I didn�t get an autograph, I knew what was really important.

�Honestly, it was kind of cool.�

In Seriel�s eyes����that he was a pretty good guy

After leaving the plaza, Fermi and Seriel went into a bar on the market side.

asked Fermi as he opened the door. JrNovels.com