Interlude 1: A meeting with the □□□□□□□.

Interlude 1: A meeting with the □□□□□□□.

Opening her eyes, Sylvia is greeted with a strange white ceiling. No, that is probably not a ceiling, this scene... Is similar to when she met the goddess the first time, but it is also different.

If the goddess's space is pure white, then this place is like a white canvas with black stars sprinkled on it. Although it is white everywhere, she doesn't feel uncomfortably bright like when she was at the goddess's place at all.

''You're here.''

A man's voice wakes Sylvia out of her daydream.

Turning around, she can see a young man, who looks no older than she is, sitting on a wooden chair made out of birch. He sits cross-legged, his two hands resting on the arm supports. The man has shoulder-length black hair, black irises, and overall, a normal-looking guy.

''Sit.'' He says, pointing to another chair in front of him.

Sylvia does as he says, somehow she can tell that he won't hurt her.

''Listen, Sylvia...'' The man begins in a solemn voice.

''You're a character in a novel.''

''!!'' Sylvia widens her eyes.

''...Well, that... Makes sense? I guess, I mean, all these isekai BS, it could only be done in fiction.'' She replies.

''That's right, though I would still like to think that it's all possible.''

''So then, who are you?'' Sylvia asks.

''I... Am the author of the novel. Well, not the author, but his avatar, to project his thought.''

''I see... How can I call you?''

''Well, my pen name is Kalliel, but you can call me D, that's the initial character of my name.''

''Sure, D. So why did you call me here?''

''About that, I just wanted to do this once, you know, the whole fourth wall stuff, and also some other things, but.''

''You know what, I understand that, somehow.''

''That's for sure, when creating a story, every character inherits some of the author's traits or knowledge. In this case, you, the main character, are the most similar to me.''

''By the way, you should be my mascot for the novel, you're the main character after all.''

''Uhh, sure? What should I do?''

''Do a PR to the readers who are reading this right now?''

''Alright. Everyone, if you like the story so far, please support the author by donating at the link- Wait, what's the link?''

''Usually, authors have Patreon or something, but I don't yet, too lazy, so just tell them to read the story.''

''Ah! Please support the author by reading his story, thank you very much!''

''That's good, I think. Well, it's time to send you back, I hope you have fun at the academy, and we will meet again, someday. I'll enjoy my time at the Academy too.''

''Umm, okay? Wait, academy?-'' Her voice is cut short.

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Waking up from her dream, Sylvia feels like she can't remember something... Right, it was her dream just now, but what was it...?

She ponders for a bit, but looking at her naked girlfriends hugging her while sleeping, she decides that it isn't that important. She then falls asleep again.

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That's right, you didn't hear it wrong. I'll be at the academy soon. It's alright, I'm not hallucinating, it's not that academy in the novel, but a real one in the real world.

So what that means is—it will not be 2 chapters per day like this soon, but I can guarantee 1 per day, I'll try to make it longer than usual as well.

But of course, if I can find time, I'll still write 2.

Enjoy.