"Hmm......"

Rika Fujimaru seems to have had a dream.

It's still a tiring dream.

In the dream, she was semi-forcibly taken to Antarctica, in the snow, into a strange place like a secret base in the comics, and then I don't know what's wrong, there was a big explosion, and then I worked with a cute girl and a little frivolous but unexpectedly reliable boy, and then I also met the saint and the big black giant, and then everyone crackled and beat the enemy.

This kind of dream is full of the atmosphere of junior high school boys.

Fujimaru Rika yawned a little, making a voice like a kitten, while thinking that she was really keen on fantasy, is it the reason why she just recently opened up a Japanese-style RPG? While stretching my waist, I felt that I had slept for a long time, and my body began to stiffen.

While recalling the plot of her previous game, she opened her eyes, got out of the thin quilt, and stretched hard.

"It's still a very—a dream."

She concluded.

At the same time, I muttered in my heart.,Recently,Game manufacturers have become more and more utilitarian.,The games you make are the kind of games that have great graphics.,The gameplay is average.,The plot is even more sparse games.。 Basically, it can be summed up as a car, a gun, a ball, a love affair and saving the world. There's nothing new at all, and in this regard, the old-school JRPGs are much better.

Thinking about completely unrelated things.

"Roar, girl, good morning~ Are you awake? Eat well and sleep well, so that you are suitable as the protagonist! ”

The cheerful female voice greets her, and just listening to this tone gives people a cheerful feeling.

This is obviously not the voice of Rika Fujimaru's mother.

Her mother was the kind of woman who spoke very quietly, reminiscent of the standard women of the patriarchal era of the last century, and would not have been so loud at all.

It's obviously not her sister's voice, if it were her, she would definitely not let herself sleep so comfortably, and she would definitely stuff her cold hands into her bed.

Who is it?

She opened her eyes in a daze, and her eyes, which had been sleeping for a long time, began to work again, and for a while they were a little blurry, and she could only distinguish large chunks of color, and she couldn't make out who it was.

She blinked her eyes, and her vision gradually cleared, but she still didn't recognize who the other person was.

First of all, definitely a beauty.

The middle-parted hair curtain and brown hair are very in line with her temperament, and she has a pedantic literary momentum. The expression is a calm and gentle smile, giving people a gentle and gentle charm feeling. Dressed in a collage of bright red and turquoise blue, a collage of bright and contrasting colors, the style gives a style that was once popular in Europe in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries.

However, Fujimaru Rika didn't recognize what kind of style it was, after all, she had only seen this kind of clothing from illustrations in history textbooks. By the way, her impression of history textbooks is just those illustrations - well, after all, for girls in their teenage years, that kind of boring liberal arts course is very boring and can't be read at all. If it weren't for the exam, I'm afraid no one would have had the leisure to flip through this thing.

Then, there's ......

A magic wand.

A magic wand that gives the feeling of a magician in an RPG game. On the head of the golden staff, there is a conebody suspended that cannot be said for a moment, exuding a soft light. On the lady's shoulder, a bird of wood mixed with brass and decorated with glazed tiles stands on her shoulder, and the overall workmanship is vivid.

This wonderful style of dressing made a word pop into Fujimaru Rika's mind: crossing.

So she immediately began to search whether she had awakened superpowers, or was able to open the status bar, or was able to summon loyal and rare subordinates, or whether there were people nearby who seemed to be in danger of being a prince or princess.

The conclusion is: light novels are all. Why didn't any of this good deed fall on your head?

Looking at her first surprised, then delighted, then frustrated, and then frustrated by a series of expression changes, the wonderful, magician-like woman sneered, and said, "What a wonderful expression change, Fujimaru Rika-kun, what's the matter, haven't you woken up yet?" As a master, you can't always be so flustered. ”

Master?

This word made Fujimaru Rika chuckle in her heart, she looked at her right hand, and sure enough, the three crimson lines were still there. But on the outermost, the third crimson spell is still very pale in color, obvious, and there are some places that have not been connected, a bit like a faded tattoo.

As soon as she saw the spell, she remembered that not long ago, she had been fighting with Matthew, Yagi-sen, Marda, Darius III, and Arash.

"Isn't that a dream?"

"Oh, haven't you woken up yet~ It's so cute. It's not a dream, it's not a dream. It's reality. Anyway, don't stay here yet, there's someone waiting for you outside. ”

The intellectual, saying this, handed her the neatly folded Chaldean royal uniform at the head of the bed, a white blouse, a black skirt and stockings, and white boots beside the bed.

Fujimaru Rika took it, looked at her, and smiled awkwardly: "That...... Me, I'm going to change my clothes......"

"Okay, then I'll avoid it, you remember to go directly to the control room."

The intellectual lady smiled, waved the long staff in her hand, as handsome as an ancient samurai turned a spear, the tail of the staff collided with the floor, making a crunch sound, as if frightened, the wooden eagle on her shoulder flapped its wings and flew up, circled, found that it was okay, and fell back on her shoulder.

The wonderful woman and her wonderful wooden pet left the room together, and the door creaked shut, leaving Rika Fujimaru alone in the moodless light gray room.

She slowly and leisurely dressed, reconfirmed, sure enough, it was not a dream.

That's the reality in the truest sense of the word.

Redressing and braiding her orange hair in the mirror on the wall, she slapped her face hard to cheer herself up.

"It hurts!"

It seemed that she was pushing too hard, and she just wanted to cheer herself up, but she forgot that she shouldn't work too hard.

His expression in the mirror instantly became bitter.

Looking at the face that seemed to have eaten a sour plum, Rika Fujimaru couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Okay, a new day begins, let's go to the control room! Come on! ”

She whispered to herself and strode outside. I want to show my most cheerful side to everyone.