You didn't misunderstand anything, did you?

Night.

Natsume Chikage had more or less finished setting up the computer, and the system was running smoothly.

Rather, he was already using the computer to write.

At the small table beside him, Natsume Ruri and Kaga Resaki sat facing each other, bent over their manga drawings.

Every so often, the two girls would look up and secretly glance at Natsume Chikage.

His fingers flew across the keyboard, the words in the document scrolling downward almost without pause.

They unconsciously swallowed.

Chikage was seriously super fast at writing.

But at the same time, they could not help worrying.

He was writing far too quickly.

Could a novel really be written well at that speed?

Even for a composition of just a few hundred words at school, they had to think for ages before putting pen to paper.

They also had to revise as they wrote before they could barely produce something readable.

Not to mention a literary novel like this, meant for the public and sold for readers to read.

Shouldn't a novel like that require even more careful thought?

But judging by the way Natsume Chikage looked—

The two exchanged glances, their expressions strange.

They truly could not tell whether he was taking it seriously.

Still, neither of them could bring themselves to interrupt him.

After all, he really had written two excellent novels before.

All they could do was silently pray that this one would be good too.

Late at night.

The lights in the room had already been turned off.

Kaga Resaki had not gone home today and was staying over at the Natsume Family's house as usual.

At the moment, she was squeezed beneath the same blanket as Natsume Ruri.

Their breathing was steady and deep. Both had long since fallen asleep.

Natsume Chikage was getting