At Last, the Little Blonde Spoke of Her Troubles...

Eriri had no interest in doujinshi whatsoever... "Only someone as knowledgeable as Sogo Doma could stay so calm until now. The one interested in doujinshi is Kashiwagi Eri—what does that have to do with Eriri?" "..." The little blonde must have been genuinely drunk. After carefully considering it, she actually nodded. "R-right! The one who's interested in doujinshi is Kashiwagi Eri. I-I'm Eriri. Wh-what do doujinshi have to do with me? I-I have n-no interest in doujinshi at all..." Sogo Doma stared at her blankly. That worked too? "Then who is Kashiwagi Eri?" he probed. "Wh-who is Kashiwagi Eri?" The little blonde thought again. "Kashiwagi Eri... wh-what a familiar name. I feel like I've seen it somewhere..." Sogo Doma fell silent. Had this girl drunk herself into developing a split personality? "Thump..." Just as Sogo Doma was debating whether to check her for mental problems, Eriri suddenly slammed her fist into her palm. "I-I remember! Kashiwagi Eri s-seems to be me..." "Phew..." At that, Sogo Doma instantly relaxed. Fine, no examination needed. She was just completely smashed! "Since you're Kashiwagi Eri, then as for drawing doujinshi..." he probed again. "I-I'm extremely interested!" the little blonde declared with certainty before putting on a smug expression. "A-as Kashiwagi Eri, I-I'm the spiritual guide of countless otaku..." Perfect! Looking at the phone that was still recording, Sogo Doma felt thoroughly satisfied. "Then, Miss Kashiwagi Eri, you know why Mashiro draws manga now, right?" "Oh..." The little blonde nodded at first, but then she said, "Uuuu... B-but I don't want to draw d-doujinshi anymore!" Sogo Doma stared at her. Had she turned back into Eriri again? "How could that be?" he tested her once more. "You're the spiritual guide in the hearts of countless otaku. If you stop drawing doujinshi, how are those otaku