A corner of a cafe. Kirari, sipping sweet coffee and opening a book, was concentrating as if she couldn’t see me.

    “Wait a minute. I’ll finish reading this in about 10 minutes.”

    Ten minutes had passed since she said that. I was staring at her reading a book with an illustration of a beautiful blonde woman with big b*****s, a so-called light novel.

    Come to think of it, when I played with her (Part II), she had blonde hair and wore azure-colored contacts. She looked like a degraded version of me, which I found endearing, but now she has brown hair and no contacts.

    Now that she wears glasses, I can no longer say that she is a degraded version of me. That’s a shame.

    –I was thinking about something unimportant, when Kirari closed the book.

    “Phew, that was funny! Sorry, Mary … No, Mea-chan? Or do you prefer Ali-chan? It’s kinda, kinda cold to call you that.”

    Oops. I wonder if it’s okay to be so friendly with me?

    I can’t imagine being defenseless in front of such a black-hearted character.

    Well, it’s good that you are easy to handle.

    “Have it your way?… my mom used to call me ‘Allie’!”

    This was before she had an affair and my father left her.

    Looking back, she was a bad wife, but a good mother. She loved me and took good care of me.

    When I think about it, I regret a little bit that I had urged my father to take revenge on her by exposing the affair. Well, that was a lie.

    “Eh? Doesn’t Allie-chan sound subtle enough? I guess so… Then how about Parker-chan?”

    “No, can you stop calling me that?”

    The unexpected designation unintentionally brings out the bare bones of my mind.

    “…Eh?”

    For a moment, Kirari’s eyes shook in confusion.

    It must be because of the change in my attitude.

    … Oops. I should not have done that.

    I wanted to stop using the last name – the part that is my last name – because it only gives me a bad image of myself.

    My father has a soft spot for me, but at the same time he hates me because of my resemblance to my mother.

    Yes, in other words, there are quite a few memories that I can’t talk about, so I wish she would be more careful.

    “Nihihihi. Parker is a first name in Japan, right? That’s stranger behavior, you know☆.”

    However, it was not convenient for me to show my true self.

    I immediately returned to my original character of “the sunny blonde big-b*****ed Onee-san”, and smiled.

    Then Kirari’s cheeks relaxed in relief.

    “Oh, that’s right! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll call you Mea-chan then. It’s not very funny, but it’s the way I feel most comfortable.”

    “Okay? The way Kirari likes it is the way I like it the most!”

    “Nyahaha. You say the nicest things, don’t you?”

    Okay, communication was good.

    It was smooth sailing, except for the fact that I suddenly felt like dying when I objectively looked at myself having a stupid conversation like this. If I were to talk about it in an American way, would I say it was all green? No, maybe I’ve seen too many movies.

    “I wonder what Kirari was reading?”

    I made her a little nervous earlier. I want to loosen her guard a bit more, so I try to chat with her further.

    I asked her about the light novels she has, thinking it would be a good conversation starter, and she responded more than I expected.

    “This? It’s a lovey-dovey love comedy in which a transfer student, a beautiful blonde girl, loves the main character just as the title says, and it is very interesting!”

    She told me with a nice smile.

    I guess she really likes light novels, but the contents… overlap a little too much with my own, and it hurts my heart.

    “Hmm-hmm? By the way, is that book successful?”

    “Huh? Unfortunately, I heard it was discontinued after two volumes.”

    “… Wasn’t she good enough to be a heroine?”

    The heroine of that work is just like me.

    The blonde, big-b*****ed heroine who was a transfer student is nothing more than a colorful character.

    I guess she was too insignificant to be a main heroine.

    For example, she could be a childhood friend of the protagonist.

    Or the protagonist and his bride-to-be.

    Or someone the protagonist longs to be with.

    Without that kind of added value, a character of color may not be the main focus.

    …No, that’s enough.

    I’ve given up on being a heroine.

    I can’t be part of the story, I’m just a losing character.

    So I decided to stay out of the story and work in the shadows as a creator.

    Now that we’ve had this conversation, Kirari’s guard should be down.

    I think it’s time to get down to business.