Chapter 48: Think, Eriri, Think!
By the time both of them had finished reading the plan—no, the story of White Album—over half an hour had passed.
When they reached the final page and saw that the rest was blank, Eriri suddenly shouted out:
"Where's the rest?! The continuation of the story! There has to be more, right? Hurry up and give it to me!"
Yukima Azuma could only rub his temples in helplessness.
"There is a White Album 2... but," he began patiently, "Eriri, this is still just a plan for a game. Right now, it's nothing more than ideas—cold, intangible data stored on a hard drive."
"The first part hasn't even been made yet, and you're already demanding the sequel. Don't you think you're jumping the gun a little?"
Realizing her excitement had gotten the better of her, Eriri finally calmed down.
The plan had been so detailed, so vividly written, that she had genuinely felt like she was playing the actual game.
After all, she was an illustrator—just reading the text alone was enough to spark full-color scenes in her mind.
"Guess that old saying, 'big chest, small brain,' really is just a rumor," Kasumigaoka Utaha quipped casually. "Though in your case, Sawamura-san, it doesn't make much difference either way."
"You proud of those black stockings of yours?" Eriri fired back. "Just wait a few years, when everything starts sagging—then we'll see who's laughing!"