I Don't Want to Be a Valkyrie

This resentment, I will take to hell...

After reading all the drafts, Matsuda feels that there is no problem at all, even perfect, which is a bit too much. Generally speaking... Even if the submission is approved, the editor will assist the author to modify many places, but the drafts of these few chapters are completely unnecessary. It's totally professional level.

Such a drawing is actually from the hands of a newcomer, even if the other party's art is very good, it is definitely a very surprising thing.

"Iida, do you feel... this manga seems very familiar, where have you heard it?" Although the manga is excellent, but... plagiarism is absolutely intolerable.Matsuda felt that the name Hell Girl was a little familiar with the plot.

"It's normal to be familiar, this is an urban legend! It should be a manga created through this urban legend!" For Matsuda's words, Iida Ayano was not surprised.After thinking about it, he replied without paying too much attention.

Urban legends are basically false.

"Thinking about it, it seems that there is such an urban legend among those teenagers, so there is no problem. I was thinking too much, and since this is the case... From now on, you will be in charge of these two."

If it’s just an urban legend, there is no problem at all, and there are many such things that create your own manga based on similar urban legends.

For example, the novels and comics of the Onmyoji series, and those countless works on the market.After all, art comes from life!

"Yes."

Iida Ayano nodded, but she was originally Shiina Mashiro's editor, but Shiina Mashiro's submission was not approved, and she hadn't signed a formal contract, so it was nothing.

In fact, a large part of the reason Shiina Mashiro came to Japan this time was because of Iida Ayano.

There is a problem with Shiina Mashiro's plot, and it is very inconvenient to point her out on the phone, so Ayano Iida mentioned that Shiina Mashiro should come to Japan.

……

Leaving the editor-in-chief's office, Iida Ayano looked at the other colleagues who looked over, knowing that they were curious about what he was doing in the editor-in-chief's office in a hurry.

But Ayano Iida just smiled and said nothing, then took out her mobile phone and walked to the corridor, she was going to make a call to Rita.

Although the signing and serialization have not yet been confirmed, Iida Ayano feels that there should be no problem at all.

From now on, I will be the editor in charge of Rita and Shiina Mashiro.

……

At five o'clock in the morning the next day, Rita woke up early before the sky was bright.

Maybe it's because of Rita's physical habits. Girls who didn't like getting up early, now wake up very early every day, even last night... Rita slept very late, at about one o'clock in the morning.

However, Rita has the physique to wake up for a day after sleeping for four hours, so even if she goes to bed at one o'clock in the morning, Rita can't fall asleep now.

Since she couldn't sleep anymore, Rita started to get up, perhaps because she was used to treating herself as a maid. In the past few days, Rita bought some clothes. Except for a few summer clothes, the other clothes had some maid styles.

Then Rita chose a costume that was similar to the elongated version of the dark rose maid's uniform, and then picked up a soft maid's hat to wear.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he was so beautiful by himself, especially the tear mole under his right eye, matched with his dark expression, and then blinked slightly...

It was as if Cupid's arrow had shot into my heart, and I was caught by myself!

After being narcissistic for a while, he looked at Rita's bangs and completely blocked his left eye. If it was before, it might be very uncomfortable, but now he feels that it doesn't matter whether he wants his left eye or not.

Afterwards, Rita began to wash, and after washing, she began to prepare breakfast.

"However, what can I do?"

"Hmm... Sushi? Sandwich? Steak? Xiaolongbao?"

There are countless breakfasts in Rita's mind, from all over the world, think about it carefully... I am so virtuous!He is versatile in housework, proficient in countless delicacies, and can take care of others. He is beautiful and can be a kitchen on the battlefield or off!

In the future, if she marries Lord Youlandell, she will be blessed!Well, Lord Youlandell must have saved the universe in his previous life to get mine...

……

"who!"

Just when Rita was about to make breakfast, she suddenly stopped.The pretty brow frowned and rushed out of the room.

When Rita left the room, she saw only a red light running quickly in one direction.Feeling that strange energy made Rita a little curious.

However, it shouldn't be that Yan Mo loves those people, nor did he come to find him...

After all, the comics haven't been published yet, so it's impossible to find them so soon.But hesitantly thought about it... Rita still gave up the idea of ​​catching up...

Forget it, let's make breakfast for my little cat!

Today is Mashiro Shiina's first day at school.

……

After spending some time, Rita finally prepared breakfast, and then checked the time...it was almost seven o'clock, and it was almost time to call Shiina Mashiro.

"Zhenbai, wake up!"

When Rita reached the door of Shiina Mashiro's room, she knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

Immediately afterwards, Rita opened the door directly without hesitation. After entering Shiina Mashiro's small room, she saw that clothes, books, comics, and drawings were scattered everywhere on the floor in the room in front of her. Tower felt a little helpless.

Every day, Rita tidies her up neatly, and the next day is just like that!

And when Rita looked at the bed, she didn't find Shiina Mashiro at all.Instead, Shiina Mashiro was found under the computer desk, but fortunately she still had a futon on her body.

Chapter 12 The work of the maid

"Zhenbai...Zhenbai, get up quickly, the sun is drying your ass!"

Rita approached cautiously, fiddled with a corner of the quilt, revealing her true white face, her head was curled up on the corner of the table, her mouth seemed to be talking in sleep.