Fake Saint Of The Year

Successfully reconciled with Bernel (?) About the day when it was a while ago.

On the night I waived my winter vacation, I realized I was back in my old world apartment.

You realize I'm here, the real newcomer (me over there) rises from the futon.

"Oh, are you here?"

Yes, here we are again.

But I look terrible.

I don't know, it's already a zombie.

My skin has a soil-like color and my cheeks have been cut off and my eyes are depressed.

There are bears underneath my eyes, and besides, it looks like bones.

This won't be long now.

When the rookie (me) basically got his smartphone, he started punching something in.

"Ellise, I'm coming alone.

It's troublesome to talk about your relationship with me, and I don't want to be thought of as a geek, so I'll keep it hidden.

That's why you shouldn't talk about anything else. "

"Yeah... can I let an outsider in?

"I'm not an outsider.He's the development leader in Eternal Flowers. "

Apparently, the rookie was in contact with the game developer sometime.

Don't move aggressively enough against my habits.

When it comes to game developers... I wonder if they're here to explore the connection.

In fact, it is strange to think of a reincarnation into the world of games.

"Eternal Flowers" is, after all, a rich pattern of standing pictures, a picture, and background illustrations.And it's just sound and programmed data.After that, the effects of the battle scene are quite varied.

Anyway, there's no way the world can do that.

Then what is the world I live in?

Is it a world similar to a game?

Or is the game imitating the world first?

... when I see that my actions have changed the content of the game, I really feel like the latter.

"Oh, he's here."

Beyond the door, a footstep sounded like someone was running.

The rookie (me) listens, approaches the door, looks outside with a door scope, and then opens the door.

And then, dark-haired glasses in their 30s... no, their 40s?About a man came in.

Whoa, whoa, that's the developer of the game.

When he looks at me, he makes his eyes hard and round.

"... I can't believe it.I was really there..... "

"Um... Hi, it's Ellise."

I'll say hello lightly for now.

Game developers are like gods to me now.

He shouldn't be too upset because he might be able to get rid of the world in one mood.

So let's start by being friendly.

"Ah, ahh... nice to meet you.It's Yoshio Ikegami.

I am a development leader in "Eternal Flowers". "

Mm-hmm, Mr. Iwate.

OK, I remember.

So, what are we talking about this time?

"I'm sure you will.The connection between your world and your game.

If you act there, it will be like this from the beginning... I want to do something about this mystery. "

The rookie answered my question with a face that he didn't want to hear the obvious.

Does that mean that your Igami-san knows that mystery?

"No, no... I don't know.

Development teams other than me are not even aware that the content is changing.

We all know it was from the beginning. "

I was hoping that Mr. Iwate would know something, but the response was unreliable.

Apparently he doesn't know anything about this strange change either.

If you don't know anything about the god of the world, you might be honest with me.

"Oh, but I still think the key to solving this mystery lies in the Eternal Flower.

So perhaps now, I would like to wash it back from scratch to see what the game is called "Eternal Flowers".

There must be some kind of clue. "

Mr. Iwate nodded at the newcomer's words, and I nodded in the same way.

With Mr. Izumi-san, you may be able to hear the backstory of the production, and the possibility that some clue is hidden is not zero.

Mr. Iwate was prompted by the newcomer (me) and began explaining.

"'Eternal scattered flowers'... the official name 'Eternal scattered flowers ~ Fiore caduto eterna ~'.

It was launched four years ago and now has 420,000 copies.

The production company is an attimo game production project.

Developed by a six-person development team, this is our number one hit product.

We're also developing a spin-off featuring sequel and popular character Marie, but we're currently stuck. "

Why are you stuck?

"The scenario brush is slow.Absolutely... no scenario will ever be sent.

This is why unprofessional online writers..... "

"Eternal Flowers" is said to be a sequel someday, but after several years, nothing has yet appeared.

Apparently the reason was someone in charge of the scenario.

Well, I wish I didn't have a scenario.

But... an online writer?

"Who is in charge of the scenario?

"Actually, I don't know much either.I've never met him in person... a masked writer.

I'm talking online, but I don't know my face. "

Don't you want to meet him in person?Even though they were producers together. "

"Originally, the game called" Eternal Flowers "was based on a novel that was entered into a contest that was tied up with a major novel site.

Besides the grand prize and gold prize guaranteed to be bookworthy, there was also a game division prize confirmed to be gamified... The game division prize won was "Eternal Flower".

The writer... the handle name "Fiori no Tortoise" is conditional on only interacting online without any facial contact... well, it's not so unusual in today's world.

I've invited you to dinner several times, but the answer is always no.

So the person in charge of the scenario is not just one of our employees. "

After listening to Mr. Iwate, I thought it would be enough for me.

In other words, you're an amateur writer who got a chance on the Internet.

"In a sense, he... or she is the true creator.

After all, we are merely putting pictures and music on the text he sends.

Another illustrator depicts the appearance of the character, but he is the one who defines the appearance in detail. "

"Then let's talk to him.Where do you live and what's your name?

Do you know your real name on the boulder?

"Oh, I need to know my address and real name when I send you a sample of the game.

There is no problem there. I know it well.

His real name is... his real name is... "

Mr. Iwate said so and held his forehead down.

I've been roaring for a while, but eventually I said I'd have trouble raising my face.

"... sorry, I forgot."

... hey. You okay, this guy?

Well, you don't even have to remember the real name of the other person who is not an employee (you probably call the handle name when communicating online), so I want you to be sure about that.

I'm starting to get anxious.