Just when Wu Aya was still alone in the transit center, thinking about some thoughts and passing the time, there was a change in the room again.

Accompanied by the sci-fi style particle light effect, a girl appeared from the circle that she thought was just a pattern.

It dawned on the people - did the circles that dotted the walls in this room be the passages through which the girls appeared?

"Ah~~"

The girl with her feet on the ground made a sigh of relief, and then stood up, looking around with one hand on her waist and one hand in front of her eyebrows in a looking position.

It's just, no matter how far you look, it's just a closed room, isn't it?

"Strange - this area is exclusive to the girl protagonist? No one else? ”

I don't know if she did it on purpose or intentionally, but that inexplicably cheerful and suspiciously ignored attitude made Wu Aya feel a little unhappy.

"There are two other people, but they have just gone out into the outside world."

The girl who was accosted turned her head with a smile.

"Ahh

"I think I'll make up for someone else besides you."

The girl, who didn't seem to care so much about these things, approached her and stretched out her hand to make a vibrant "V".

"I am the heroine - Shu Qiu! Please advise. ”

"I'm the heroine Wu Aya............"

Although she couldn't stand her fiery aura like self-familiarity, she still introduced herself. After all, I don't know how long I'm going to spend with her next. At the very least, avoid the awkward atmosphere of being together for a long time.

“？ What's wrong? ”

Shu Qiu, who was originally just looking around at this transfer station, which could be said to be empty, unexpectedly found that the girl's eyes had been staring at her since she came.

"No ......"

Wu Aya didn't feel embarrassed, and said her thoughts: "I just think your appearance is so suitable to be the heroine of the comic." ”

"Ah, can you see that?"

Shu Qiu smiled and put on a cute pose. The double ponytail also jumped energetically with her movements.

"Elementary and junior high school students with otaku tendencies are aiming for me! One day I suddenly understood the language of cats, and then there was a mysterious boy who suddenly-"

"Alas......"

Shu Qiu's words were broken, and he turned his head to look at the heroine who was sitting in a dignified posture.

"Uh, did you just sigh?"

And it still seems to be a heavy sigh......

"yes—"

Wu Aya said unabashedly.

"To make you hear."

At this time, she was like a proud princess, no, it should be said that she was a noble lady who matched her appearance and temperament, although it was not a disgusting degree. But it's also an attitude that makes people avoid it.

"I'm not interested in the stories of other heroines, let alone fantasies aimed at children...... It's a story of no standard, please don't lump me in the same category as you. ”

Facing her, this is something that no matter who hears it, it will feel uncomfortable. Shu Qiu showed a kind smile commensurate with the "heroine".

"What are you talking about? It's obviously a heroine who can't be sold. ”

Suddenly, not only Wu Aya, but everyone was stunned.

Why did Shu Qiu, who looked so heroine poi just now, go black so suddenly!

"Sell ......?"

It's just that Wu Aya doesn't seem to have reacted from her kind smile and sharp words in conflict.

Instead, Shu Qiu smiled and continued: "You have never been named. You've always been in this place, right? It's just that it can't be sold!! ”

“……”

For her words. Wu Aya didn't seem to understand, thinking about "what the hell is this girl talking about" or something like that.

What is the relationship between the creation of a work and the buying and selling of goods?

She exists as the heroine for the sake of the work itself.

Because of her, the story has a soul; And because of the stage of this story, she was able to reveal her life and the experience she was about to begin.

That's what it means to be a heroine, isn't it?

"I remember you were called ...... Wu Aya? ”

Shu Qiu was still smiling, and she couldn't tell whether it was a mockery or a simple smile on her face, which made her feel a little uneasy.

"When did you start here?"

“……”

"Now, do you know it's the 21st century? Know the computer? Know your phone? ”

"I also have a cell phone. You're rude! ”

In the face of her relentless pursuit, the girl whose hobby seems to be "thinking about life" is obviously impatient. Pulled out a small black mobile phone from the pocket of the pleated skirt......

"Good old !!"

After taking her mobile phone, Shu Qiu squatted on the ground and fiddled with it awkwardly, still muttering in his mouth.

"And this mobile phone can't go online at all, but it's very important to go online now!"

"It's not old! This is the latest ...... from 2000."

"It's 2012."

Shu Qiu raised his head to look at her, the smile on his face gradually converged, and some emotion flashed in his eyes.

"However, judging from this mobile phone, you can know that Wu Aya's story was created in 2000, right? Looks like you've been forgotten here for a long time......"

"Is your head okay?"

Wu Aya looked down at her coldly, even if she was just an ordinary girl, she still maintained the same temperament as if she was a high-ranking lady.

It's just that at this moment, her posture is more like a weak hedgehog camouflaged to protect her shell, which makes people feel inexplicable......

"Ahh I see, you're set to be a person from the future world, right? It's such a complicated setting, don't talk about this kind of thing......"

"Oh-ah-I can't communicate."

Shu Qiu spread her hands helplessly, sure enough, the characters created by the authors of that era were also so rigid, it really matched her dress.

"So, Miss Wu Aya, who is your author?"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the two looked at each other faintly, and then the girl's thin lips opened slightly, with a hint of doubt.

"...... author?"

"That's the person who created the story of Miss Wu Aya."

“……”

The girl fell silent.

She looked around, her originally calm expression was full of confusion at this time, and her eyes were full of wavering.

Her voice was unreservedly presented in front of everyone.

It's mine...... Author?

Yes, I'm the heroine of a work, a created high school girl with my own story that I experienced.

All of this was written word by word by my author.

That's right...... That's how it should be, right.

But why can't I even remember my own creator?

No, not that I can't remember such an ambiguous memory, but I don't remember at all, as if my author didn't exist from the beginning...... (To be continued.) )