My heart skipped a beat as the woman slowly turo look at me. Her eyes gradually locked onto mine—vibrant red eyes.

  I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

  White hair, red eyes, and pale skin. A cute appearahat could be pared to a rabbit. This woman looked identical to Bell, except that she... is a woman.

  Unlike Bell, she is tall. And I couldn't help but notice she has rge breasts.

  She smiled at me, and I felt my heart race. It even seemed like I was falling in love... But no, this isn't love... I 't expin what this is. Damn, what do I do? I 't move.

  Am I scared of this? Am I afraid because this woman looks so much like Bell?

  Bell supposedly does in this world... But what if he does as a man but has transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman? This is so bizarre I 't believe it. It's impossible.

  "Luan? Is everything alright?" the waitress asked.

  "Luan, it's a pleasure to meet you." Then, I heard the artist's voice for the first time. It was soft and pleasant—the kind of voice you'd expect from a famous Japauber.

  "Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you. May I ask your name?" We shook hands.

  "My name is Bel. Just Bel."

  When I heard her name, I squeezed Bel's hand, and she grimaced.

  "Oh, I'm sorry," I said. "Shall we sit?"

  "Of course." Bel smiled at me bitterly, a across from each other. I didn't know what to say to her. Should I pliment her art or ask about her life? Should I ask whrandfather is?

  Does she have ties to the Gods like Bell? It doesn't seem like it. The story has pletely ged.

  This is terrifying. Bell is a woman... and her name is Bel. How uive of the God who created this world.

  "Excuse me, is there something on my face?"

  "No, it's just that... you remind me of someone."

  "Huh? Are you sure? It's the first time aold me that. I don't think I've ever met anyone who looks like me."

  "Yes, I've seen someone who looks like you before... but he was a man."

  "A man? That's unbelievable. Hahaha." Bel ughed. Even her ugh was cute and pleasant.

  "And you're wonderful. I was surprised when I saw that the artist who drew the cover for my book is such a beautiful woman."

  Bel's cheeks turned red. I wasn't sure how to feel about this.

  "Thank you... I'm not very good with pliments, but I appreciate it."

  "I just said what came to mind."

  "..."

  An awkward sileook over the table.

  But fortunately, the waitress returo take our order. You saved us!

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  I talked to Bel for a long time... and couldn't stop thinking about Bell. No matter how hard I tried to treat them as different people, I couldn't. Despite their voices and behavior being so distinct, I just couldn't.

  It is strange.

  But even so, I tried to talk to her as respectfully as possible. I discussed the writing process of my book and how I wrote many pages while ihe dungeon, and Bel was impressed.

  She knows a lot about my book; she is a fan.

  Bel also shared her process of creating the cover art. But it was surprising. Apparently, Bel came from a lineage of artists.

  Her family is very famous for produg paintings—beautiful and quite abstract. But she is different. She specialized mainly in drawing portraits of people, which is why she is so good at drawing faces and bodies.

  In addition, she focused a lot on her painting style, using bold and vibrant colors, unlike her family, who primarily used ral tones.

  In other words, she is the plete opposite of her family. However, her mother and father were very supportive of her work. They had also read my book and enced her to take on the project of designing the cover.

  I listeo this whole story in disbelief. It was as if Bell had created a fial story that was impossible to be real...

  Man, it doesn't make any sense.

  "That's incredible. So your whole family is made up of artists?"

  "My mother was a renowned artist in the past, but now she's retired. My father runs a painting shop that he founded many years ago. But I have many uncles and cousins ainters."

  "That's amazing, a family of artists."

  "And you, Luan... Has anyone in your family ever worked as a writer? You must have ied this talent from someone, right?"

  "Well... I'm the only one in my family who's ever tried to write anything. Ever since I was a child, I've been obsessed with reading. I read many works published in my city. Small works that you've probably never heard of."

  "And while reading, you developed a writing talent. People say those who love reading often try to write something at some point. Not everyone has talent, but many discover it that way."

  "Did you start drawing and painting because of your family's influence?"

  "I admit that at first, I only drew because of my mother. She enced me a lot, saying I had a bright future... But holy, this is the first time I've made any money from it. Hahaha."

  "Don't worry. It's also the first book I've published. I've never made money like this before. It seems like fate brought us together, doesn't it?"

  "I think so..." Bel ughed auro eating.

  After nearly two more hours of versation, we finally said oodbyes.

  When I said goodbye to Bel, I couldn't stop thinking about her.

  ParodyGirl