Prologue

Warning: Death by overwork.

T/N: Updates are irregular. I’m trying to see how far I can take this translation before I give up on it. 931 chapters as of the time of writing and still going.

Also, since this story involves an unashamed otaku, a lot of Japanese terms go untranslated, unlocalized, or have no explanation. Please comment if you want me to explain these terms moving forward.

It’s Co-mi-ket, it’s Co-mi-ket in 2 weeks.

I’m in such a rush, I’m so desperate that I have to pay an express fee to the printers because my manga manuscript is late.

I’m at a loss.

I’m at a loss.

So I desperately move my pen tablet toward the computer.

On the other side of the screen, two handsome guys are doing their best for BL, relaxing together on the bed.

Erotic.

Hmm, it’s erotic.

But there is no time for sensuality.

In order for me, Makoto Takase, to deliver the dreams, courage, and feelings of inferiority to the customers who come to my Comiket Booth, this flowery college student will become a machine that uses a pen tablet to clean up the drafting lines.

Scribble, scribble (it’s the sound of a pen stylus on the tablet’s surface.)

Ugh, my eyes are blurry.

Let’s have some coffee.

I shift my chair and pour coffee from the coffee maker on the side shelf into a mug.

Ugh, this stuff has turned sour.

But, I drink it.

If you don’t put caffeine in your body, the lines will go limp.

The buttocks and thighs of the bold knight Curtis-chan must not sag.

And with the rugged glasses wearer Gerald-sama, his slender waistline will no longer be noticeable.

And, of course, the muscle definition should be the most intense focus.

It takes the proper flow of musculature to create the beauty of a man’s nakedness.

It is to distinguish between the physique and tone of the rugged and slender Curtis-nii-chan and the delicate civil servant Gerald.

After biting into a cookie and drinking up my coffee, I looked up at the ceiling and let out a sigh of relief, “Houu.”

There are times when I wonder what I’m doing now that I’ve gone through the trouble of entering university.

I draw BL doujin by cutting down on eating and sleeping.

Making comics is a tough hobby.

It requires both composition and drawing skills.

I think it takes about 5,000 times more effort than my hobby of writing haiku. (Compared to my friends.)

Sometimes I think that novels would be easier.

Well, compared to making games and animation, it’s still better.

Recently, at Comiket, it’s been selling a little bit, and I’ve been placed in the island’s birthday section, so I’m happy and I’m feeling good about it, but on the other hand, I’ve been tangled up on Twitter with strange fans, and I’ve been criticized on my blog. There are times when I wonder if I should quit making manga.

But the thing is.

But the thing is.

When someone buys a new issue at Comiket,

“Your Kevin x Elmer in the previous volume was so good! I was so moved by their hidden love!”

When the fans who say things like that come, my fatigue is blown away, and I’m surrounded by a mysterious uplifting feeling that makes me want to work harder.

Also, it’s fun to have a Comiket Launch with friends at a cheap bar around Oimachi Station.

This is why I can’t stop being a fujoshi.

Gehehe, I don’t have any contact with real men.

Both their romance and their muscles can only be found on the other side of the computer screen.

Wobble.

Wobble-wobble.

Hmm, an earthquake?

I can feel some water splashing on my bare legs at the tail end of my shorts.

It’s red.

Hmmm?

When I put my hand to my mouth, I could see blood sticking to my palm.

A nosebleed……?

Wobble-wobble-wobble.

Bubble-bubble-bubble.

My vision twists and turns, darkens and brightens.

Huh, what, this, this is dangerous, is something bad happening?

Is my brain going crazy?

No, right, I haven’t even eaten a proper meal, and it’s the 3rd day I’ve been able to do it, but I’m sitting in my chair all the time.

AAAAHH, oh no, oh no, if I’m hospitalized in a place like this, Comiket, what about Comiket?!

No, if I report my sick leave, it won’t affect the next Comiket Lottery, but if I don’t go, the customers waiting for my next book will have nothing.

Huh, a wall?

Oh, that’s not right, it’s the floor, I’m lying down!

The floor is cold.

Oh no, oh no, an ambulance!

Someone get an ambulance…!

When I woke up with a start, the sun was shining brightly in the room.

“Uwaah, I can’t make it in time for Comiket!!”

I fell asleep, I fell asleep

I had to submit the data to the printing office by the end of last night!

I’m an idiot…!

Is my only choice to make a photocopied zine?

But, I don’t like photocopied zines.

It’s kind of cheap-looking, and it’s plain hard to bind, uuugghh.

At least I can get on-demand printing from…

“Makoto, shut up…”

What the hell, how can an oniichan yell at his imouto when she’s in a panic…?

Huh??

Ani?

Do I have one?

Makoto Takase is an only child.

I came out of the countryside and now live alone in my dream city, Tokyo.

Occasionally, my okachan comes over and stays, so it’s annoying.

It’s noisy and embarrassing, she goes like, “make yourself more glamorous” or “hurry up and get a boyfriend.”

It doesn’t matter, it’s my life, I’ll sink into a swamp or throw my prospects down the drain if I want to.

There’s something different about the room.

Where is, here?

It’s a wooden building and the sun is shining in, but it’s barely there.

I have white skin and small hands.

What is this?

It kind of smells like baked bread.

“Are you half asleep, you idiot?”

An unfamiliar shota with blond hair and blue eyes appeared in my field of view, he was on what seemed to be a bunk bed.

An ani who’s a stranger to me.

His name…….

A lot of memories flowed into my brain.

He’s Cliff-nii-chan.

He’s a year older than me.

I am Makoto, 13 years old, the baker’s daughter.

The bakery’s name is Hiyoko-Do, and it’s quite popular as it’s located in a back alley off the main street of the royal capital.

“Good morning, Cliff-nii-chan,” I said, “you know… I had a strange dream.”

“Just get up already, cook breakfast, and get to your morning work,” Cliff said.

“Ye-Yeah,” I said.

“Besides, today, we’re going to the temple for your Magic Appraisal Ceremony.”

What is this, what the hell is this?

Hiyoko-Do?

This country is the Kingdom of Appleton…

Nearby is the Royal Appleton Academy of Magic…

At noon, the shop was filled with noble onee-sans and onii-sans in beautiful uniforms…

Hmm, this is the world of the otome game “The Light’s Blessing To The Sky”…?

Then, today at this magic appraisal ceremony, they’ll discover I have the out-of-the-ordinary Light magic attribute, and entered the handsome man’s haven, Appleton Magic Academy, as the protagonist of the game…

I’m Makoto Kimball (the default name)?

Aah, aah, what is going on?

To think that the rumored reincarnation in another world would happen to me…

Or rather, what I was drawing until last night was a Light Sky (for short) BL book.

Huh, can I see Prince Kevin in the flesh?

Woah, even the real-life Gerald or real-life Elmer!

Seriously.

Waah, a real-life Carol is just too cute.

I want to see them!

Woah, it’s amazing, it’s like traveling abroad for free, and you can see handsome guys as much as you want!

Is it possible to do like a strategy guide?

Be married to a handsome guy!　

Wow, my dreams are spreading!

I can use swords and magic.

This game has an RPG part.

Dive into dungeons and make money!

Ah, but…

“Then, I’ll never make it in time to Comiket…!!!!”

My screams echoed in the children’s room on the 2nd floor of the bakery.