Chapter 55 – Luna Taylor (2)
Fan game.
Fan game?
“What?”
“It’s a fan game I made.”
“What?”
“The Blue Rose Garden.”
It was a sound that was hard to believe.
When I stared at him blankly, as if asking what bullshit I was talking about, my sister crossed her legs as if showing off.
“ぅ.”
“Crazy bitch.”
Why did he move his legs, which are difficult to move because of the curse, and suffer alone?
He sighed and lifted the whimpering sister’s leg and returned it to its place.
“Phew.”
“Anyway. So. What? Please explain properly.”
As I brushed it off, my older sister rolled her eyes and opened her mouth.
“That. What. Where should I start…”
He chose his words for a moment, then cleared his throat.
“There was originally a novel called ‘The Garden of Blue Lilies’?”
“Novel?”
“Okay. Novel. It was fun in its own way, but there were too many sweet potato developments, and I had to say something. Novel development? Should I say there is no such thing?”
When I nodded her head, as if asking her to continue speaking, her older sister, who had been deep in thought, exclaimed.
“Okay. It was too detailed.”
“Are you sure?”
“Oops. Should I say that there is no omission in the description? There are many narratives given to each character, but they are described in detail at the level of extending without omitting each one… Anyway, it was an unpopular novel. However.”
“However?”
“This is something else. Phil is stuck.”
“So.”
“The novel itself was no fun, but the character settings and things like that were okay. So I sent an e-mail to the writer.”
“What?”
“I love the setting and characters of the novel, so can I make a fan game? Do. He added, “I will not use it commercially because it is purely fan-oriented.”
“Is that the ‘Blue Rose Garden’?”
Shaking my head.
Luna shook her head and shrugged her shoulders.
“At first, I just made it simple with a Tsukur feel. Bgum uses some open source. The illustrations are brought up cheaply through acquaintances.”
“Write. However?”
“But this is a hit.”
“Hmm.”
As if recalling the distant past, the older sister’s expression went blank for a moment.
To her older sister, her memories of that time must be a story from more than 20 years ago.
“Anyway… I made it because I thought it would look fun, but no matter how rough it was, it was a hit, so something…”
“You want to do it right?”
“Yes.”
“So what did you do? The original author must be the writer of that novel.”
“I bought the rights.”
“Do you want to sell it?”
“Huh. I heard that it’s good that my novel became famous thanks to the game I made? I guess it wasn’t written for money in the first place.”
My sister, who had touched her pink lips with her long fingers, glanced at me.
This is the attitude when there is a crime committed.
“What.”
“What.”
“What else did you do?”
“No what. … No. Did I already tell you this once?”
“Whatever.”
“Mr. Lee.”
The older sister, who had pursed her lips, reluctantly opened her mouth.
“… No. You’re kinda famous painting…”
“However? … Ah.”
I hope this year
“I took some pictures of you…”
“This is not a crazy bitch.”
“You bought me chicken!”
“Are you crazy, really?”
“Sorry…”
No.
And.
Somehow, unlike usual, he asked me to draw something like a stand by composition.
“How much did you earn?”
“What, what.”
“How much did you earn from the game I gave you?”
“Uh…”
“How much.”
“As much… ?”
My sister carefully spreads her five fingers.
“It won’t be five thousand.”
“Yes…”
Although it is already past. Still, I was a bit stumped.
What though
“Somehow, it’s pocket money, and I should have known when they sent me a few hundred.”
Although the amount is far less than the number of paintings he has painted, if you add up all the money he has received, it is just a family, so it can be counted as if he was commissioned at a slightly cheaper price…
There’s nothing I can’t forgive.
“It’s so damn sad.”
“Yes…”
“No. Did you think I wouldn’t draw if you asked me to draw a picture for the game? What are you hiding from me?”
“Yes… ?”
“Yeah… The older sister, who had only repeated, raised her head.
“What.”
“No… I never said anything like that before…”
“Before you lose your memory?”
“Huh…”
Hmm.
What? A lot has changed in my 100 years of living.
“That is it. This is it.”
“Sorry…”
“Ugh.”
Anyways, this talk is over. I pinched the sullen older sister’s cheek.
“Aww.”
“That talk is over. Then, what is the difference between the “Blue Lily Garden” And the “Blue Rose Garden”?”
“Grunt. First of all, it hurts. First of all, named male characters are originally female characters…”
“And?”
“Leticia wasn’t originally a villain…”
“No, fuck you.”
“What! Did you know that I would be like this? Originally, there has to be a conflict element to be fun!”
That’s true too.
Certainly, I don’t think we would have done that if we had known that we would be reincarnated as Luna Taylor and Scarlett Chepes, respectively.
“Do you know how much I suffered because I lost my damn memory and seduced Sister Letty?”
“… What? Do you twist?”
“… No. Does it matter?”
“You crazy inbred bastard!”
A hand pushing me away. I didn’t push because I didn’t have enough strength.
Since I didn’t budge, this time, my sister’s side secretly pushed her butt back.
“Don’t come any closer, pervert bastard!”
“No, the word pervert is fucking too much. What does Ji say?”
He pointed his finger at me and shouted barak-barak. Thanks to this, the spirits affected by my sister’s emotions inflate their spirits as if threatening me…
“No what. Is this my fault? It’s your fault for teaching me strange settings.”
“It’s not a strange setting, but in my game, it’s an affair!”
“But, sir, this isn’t the world you created, it’s the original world of the lily garden.”
“I told you before I lost my memory, so it’s safe… !”
I will turn
“Then, what was Letty’s role originally?”
“A character who loses her one and only sister and lives helplessly day by day, but becomes kind after being ‘saved’ by Luna Taylor…”
“Crazy… Crazy…”
“To think that a 100-year-old old man would say such a thing, that way of speaking is fucking awkward.”
“Shut up.”
I’m in my twenties now.
“It’s dizzy, really.”
“No, well, but, maybe it happened because you twisted it?”
“You wanna die?”
“… No, what.”
My sister twisted her black hair with her fingers for a moment, looked at me for a moment, and then said.
“How did you twist it?”
“I wonder why.”
“Just…”
“You know better.”
“Mr. Lee.”
My sister, who grumbled for a moment, opened her mouth again, as if she thought I wouldn’t answer properly.
“So. Is there anything else you want to ask? I think there might be one left.”
“How did you fight the demon king, us?”
“Hmm. Get a pen and paper from the drawer next to it.”
“Here.”
My older sister unfolded the paper she handed over and began to slowly fill in from the top line with her pen.
Is it difficult to explain in words?
After drawing a long thread, I pointed the first point on her left with a pen.
“Look, look. This is when we first met.”
“Huh.”
I drew a porridge line beside it again, and stopped at the halfway point.
“This is when the demon king descended.”
“Hmm.”
“You said earlier that Leticia became helpless after losing her brother.”
“It did.”
“Originally, you would have died here.”
“It’s coming in all of a sudden.”
“You wouldn’t have expected it.”
“It is, but.”
Knock knock…
As the older sister gently rubs the tip of the pen against the paper, the ink spreads and stains the paper.
“In the original history, Scarlett Tepesh lost her life right after the demon king descended, in return for repatriating the demon king to the other side of the dimension…”
“That’s how it unfolded.”
“Did the two of us work together to save our lives here?”
“For now. There are things like hidden pieces that have been dug up and their specs have gone up.”
Mmm.
The more I think about it, the more I wonder why I’m getting closer to being a hero.
“What about the goddess?”
“Uh. Have you met him?”
“No.”
“But… Even when we were in the midst of provoking the continent to stop the descent of the demon king, it was the end of our dream. I barely got any important information.”
“Hmm.”
“At least it helped me to the extent of telling me the exact location where the demon king descended? Although this was only enough to check whether or not the answer was correct after finding out almost everything.”
I gathered the information that came into my head for a while.
Originally, in my memory, the first appearance of the devil was after Luna Taylor’s admission. So, there must have been one more year left from now, but now, Boual has already disappeared and is gone…
Ah.
“Hey.”
“Why.”
“Is it very different between descending as a demon and descending through a contractor?”
“It’s so damn different. The latter will depend on who the contractor is, but the output will be almost at the level of a high school student.”
Also.
“In other words. In the original history, Scarlett somehow prevented the demon king from descending, but she failed to inflict a fatal wound, so the demons slowly came over one by one as their true bodies?”
“Ok… Is that right?”
“And now that the Demon King is recovering from a fatal wound, did the demons choose a contract as an expedient way to quickly come over?”
“Eh. What. Did you fight the devil?”
“Boal.”
“It’s a fucking name.”
“Look at the rag in your mouth.”
“Joke show.”
“Uh? Peel?”
“Get rid of it, fuck you!”
Anyway.
Somehow, I wondered if the demon king, who was supposed to be recovering from a fatal injury, gave me a fucking ordeal with an unreasonable body.
It’s already a much more difficult situation than the original.
“Hey.”
“Why.”
“I don’t know what a Libra contract is.”
“…”
Libra’s contract.
As soon as I heard that word, my sister’s pure white skin, which had been tightly shut, quickly turned red.
“… This crazy guy To my older sister…”
“No. I’m asking you, what are you talking about? What do you think?”
It’s not that I don’t know what you’re thinking.
It may not be a misunderstanding.
But first of all, it sounded like shit to hear, so I cast Zori-Rolling first.
“Fuck you…”
The effect was great.
