: Kyosuke Kamishiro
: My Stepmom's Daughter Is My Ex: Volume 13
: J-Novel Club
: 9781718389212
: 1
: CHF 6.00
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: Erzählende Literatur
: English
: 250
: DRM
: PC/MAC/eReader/Tablet
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What was once my hobby is quickly becoming a potential profession. All the hard work that Mizuto and I have put into my social media account has amounted to an actual light novel publisher asking me to do the illustrations for a new light novel. As exciting as that is, it's equally, if not more, frightening. Me? A professional illustrator? I can't even imagine myself joining the ranks of those I've idolized. I don't feel like I'm good enough to call myself a professional. In the meantime, I have another pressing matter to attend to. I've been volunteered to do the art for my class's cultural festival exhibit! Can I handle this? I've never worked with a script writer before, and I have no clear vision for the characters. But if I can't even do this, can I ever be a professional illustrator?

Chapter 1: The Reason the Illustrator Doesn’t Approve of the Character Design


Isana Higashira

“It’s a masterpiece.” That was the first thing Mizuto-kun said when he entered my room to talk about my future plans. “I took a look at the manuscript that the editor sent over and I think it’s gonna be a huge hit. The well-paced prose makes it feel like the tale of this girl who claims she’s in a time loop is being recounted to you. On top of that, the twist is compelling enough to keep readers going to the end in one sitting. Even though it’s a one-shot light novel, I think it’s gonna be talked about a lot for a long time.”

The more he praised it, the more I felt myself shrinking.He’s right. It’s a very entertaining work, and I was requested to do the art for it. A complete amateur like myself with no real track record is being asked to do these illustrations.

“In my opinion, you couldn’t ask for a better work to debut as an illustrator with.” It was difficult to tell if he knew how I was feeling or not, but he continued to urge me to take this opportunity in his calm and collected voice. Then he looked right at me and asked, “So what’s it gonna be? You doing this?”

I couldn’t find it in me to meet his gaze. It was all I could do to steal a few glances at him. “Do you...think I can do it?”

“I do,” he immediately said, clearly and firmly. “That’s just how talented you are. I’ve