How to raise a random guy's wife

When Eriri is fully recovered and in high spirits, she will start discussing Akane Kousaka's strengths again, first pointing out her mistakes, then mocking her, and finally scolding her.

Just when Eriri looks down and is about to break down, they start discussing the things Eriri is good at.

Kato Megumi seemed to be deep in thought.

Is this a way to play?

Chapter 363 is utter garbage.

Kobayashi Sora is right. Perhaps Eriri has an advantage in terms of the amount of information conveyed in her paintings, which gives the impression that she and Akane Kousaka are evenly matched.

However, in the overall discussion, Eriri was completely manipulated by Akane Kousaka.

Everything, from the pace of the conversation to the content of the discussion, was under Akane Kousaka's control.

Under Akane's control, Eriri's emotions remained at a very high level.

Normally, even an iron man would be a little tired in the middle of the night.

If it were conducted like a regular discussion, given the amount of material Akane Kousaka prepared, Eriri would probably start to doze off before even reaching the halfway point.

However, even when the sun rose in the early morning, Eriri was still in good spirits and even seemed to want more.

“Okay, we’ve finished discussing Kashiwagi-sensei’s part.” Akane Kousaka put down her drawing. “Ten-minute break, then we’ll move on to Kasumi-sensei’s part.”

The sun had already risen outside the window, and bright sunlight and sea breeze rushed in together.

The intense discussion lasted for four hours, leaving even the assistants, Kobayashi Sora and Kato Megumi, exhausted.

Eriri, who had been full of energy just moments before, suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon after hearing Akane Kousaka's words, and slumped onto the table.

Only Akane Akasaka got up easily, stretched, picked up the non-alcoholic beer that Sora Kobayashi had prepared, and went outside for some fresh air while drinking it.

"Eri-ri," Kato Megumi called softly, "have something to drink, or your throat will hurt."

"Thank you, Megumi." Eriri struggled to her feet and took a big gulp of tea.

"Are you alright?" Kato Megumi asked, somewhat worried about her condition.

“I’m used to it,” Eriri muttered. “This happens about once a week.”

"......Thanks a lot."

“I’d like to ask,” Eriri looked at Kobayashi Sora, “was she always like this?”

"No, that's not it." Kobayashi Sora shook her head.

“I thought she’d always been like this…” Eriri breathed a sigh of relief.

“She used to be able to scold a group all by herself; such one-on-one situations were rare.”

"Hiss..." Eriri gasped, "This guy is really..."

“However, as expected of illustrator Eri Kashiwagi.” Megumi Kato recalled her discussion with Sora Kobayashi just now, “Without realizing it, she has grown to the point where she can compete with creators of this caliber.”

"I'm only barely keeping up with the amount of information in my drawings thanks to my illustrator skills." Eriri handed Kato Megumi the correction instructions written in red pen on her character design. "If I slack off even a little, I'll be overtaken immediately."

"Hmm..." Kato Megumi didn't quite understand, "Is this really that amazing?"

"Sky Blue." Eriri shook the manuscript. "How much could this picture fetch at a secondhand manga merchandise store?"

Kobayashi Sora gestured a number, "If I were in charge, the price could double again."

“That’s it.” Eriri shrugged.

"I was quite worried before," Kato Megumi tilted her head, "worried that you would get criticized and hide in your senior's arms and cry."

Eriri's expression froze for a moment.

"Hmm?" Kato Megumi asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

“Megumi, Sora,” Eriri opened her mouth with difficulty, “Um… you’d better leave here now.”

"Eh?"

"Didn't you come here to gather material? Star Cluster and the others should be waking up soon. Hurry up and prepare for the rest of the gathering." Eriri bit her lower lip lightly. "After all, you wouldn't want to see..."

Kato Megumi pressed further, "What don't you want to see?"

Eriri didn't answer, her gaze falling on Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was sleeping on the table beside her.

Just like a student before the college entrance examination, they can fall into a deep sleep in just ten minutes.

Come to think of it, Kasumigaoka Utaha has always been very quiet.

It was almost too quiet.

"If you mean the storm of judgment that senior will face next, and how disheveled she'll look," Kobayashi Sora had anticipated, "I've seen this kind of scene many times."

“But…” Eriri lowered her eyelids.

“If our senior is going to have to endure unbearable criticism later, then we should stay here with her, right?” Kato Megumi added, “Kasumi Eri isn’t just Kasumi Utako and Kashiwagi Eri.”

“Then…” Eriri took a deep breath, “please make sure you stick with it to the end, try not to look away, and don’t sympathize with this feeling.”

"Sorry to keep you waiting!" The paper door opened, and Akane Kousaka returned to the room, chugging a beer. She patted Utaha Kasumigaoka on the shoulder and spread out documents on the table. "Next, I need to review the script—Kasumigaoka-sensei, thank you for your help~"

"......Um."

Kasumigaoka Utaha struggled to sit up and looked at the densely packed documents on the table.

Then......

"This is boring! What kind of rubbish is this? Did you write this, Teacher Xia?"

"Which part are you referring to?"

"What do you mean by 'which part'? Don't you even realize it yourself?"

"Are you saying... my script is no good?"

"Yeah, it's absolutely rubbish."

"Varied......"

"I thought it would be passable up to the middle, which is why I kept putting it off. But the ending is so terrible it's unbearable. If there had been a better development later on, the beginning would have been passable, but it's so awful at the end. How could you have written the beginning like this? You're not even going to let the players see this kind of stuff, do you have some deep-seated grudge against them?" Akane Akasaka slammed the file on the table. "Are you kidding me?"

"In terms of creative work, I have never... even once... been perfunctory."

“That just means I lack the ability,” Akane Kousaka concluded. “Isn’t that even worse?”

"No...no..."

The elegant, cunning, cold, and arrogant Kasumigaoka Utaha, who used to be, has completely lost her former composure.

When faced with her upgraded version of herself, Kasumigaoka Utaha was completely powerless to fight back.

"Wait a minute! Akane Kousaka, have some self-awareness!" Eriri protested, displeased. "She's a member of your team, isn't she? Explain the problem more clearly and discuss it rationally!"

"How am I supposed to stay rational when I see something like this?!" Akane Akasaka slammed the document down.

“Sister Zhu Yin.” Kobayashi Sora glanced at the time. “You have already wasted 8 minutes and 32 seconds venting your emotions.”

Chapter 364 Are you kidding me?

"Tsk." Taking the non-alcoholic beer handed to her by Kato Megumi, Akane Kousaka took a big gulp. "Actually, I really hate interfering with the areas that writers are responsible for. After all, Kasumi-sensei has her own style. But, what can I do? Faced with such an incompetent writer, I can only teach her from scratch step by step."

Kasumigaoka Utaha bit her lower lip hard.

Unlike Eriri, who can still gain an advantage in terms of the amount of information in a single image, Kasumigaoka Utaha has no advantage whatsoever when compared to the author, Akane Kousaka.

In terms of personality, Kasumigaoka Utaha's abilities honed among students are pitifully naive compared to Akane Kousaka, who has reigned supreme in the industry for ten years.

What Eriri didn't want Kato Megumi and Kobayashi Sora to see was this disheveled Kasumigaoka Utaha.

“Look, Ms. Kasumi,” Akane Akasaka pointed to the script, “Why did you hesitate? Why didn’t you just cut down Fernand?”

"That's because...he also has reasons to be pitied and a past that deserves our sympathy..."

"Hmm?" Akane Akasaka asked in a puzzled tone, or rather, a questioning tone, urging Kasumigaoka Utaha to continue.

"This war is not simply a territorial dispute, nor is it merely a matter of revenge. I believe I have rendered his journey of turning against the world sufficiently persuasive, which is why, at the very end, I chose..."

"and then?"

"Therefore, there is no real enemy. Everyone is right, and at the same time, everyone is wrong..."

The two are currently discussing the ending of Chronicles XIII, specifically the final battle against the final boss.

This character is Lord El Fernand, a nobleman and magician from a hundred years ago, when the protagonists' country was ruled by royalty.

While investigating the various attacks and natural disasters that have struck their country, the protagonists learn of the conspiracy of this ancient great magician.

After going through many hardships, she finally learned about his tragic past when she finally faced him in the final battle.

A hundred years ago, he was alienated and betrayed by the king of that era, lost his beloved sister, and then vowed revenge.

After the protagonist and his companions have exhausted all their strength to defeat Lord Fernand, they reach out to him in the gradually crumbling castle as he is about to be swallowed up by the distortion of the world.

Although Secretary Fernand reached out his hand to grasp the helping hand offered, in the end, he lowered it with a peaceful smile.

Finally, Lord Fernand used his own magic to seal the world's distortion, becoming the foundation for saving the world...

“It’s boring.” Akane Akasaka jabbed the script hard. “I still don’t find it interesting at all.”

"Why...?!" Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't understand.

"Since you can't understand, I can only give you specific instructions... Tear Fernand to pieces and feed him to the monsters, or let him be truly rescued and live a happy life forever."

"Neither of the two solutions you mentioned is possible... they would cause the plot to collapse from the ground up."

“Teacher Xia, otherwise I’ll have to tear down all your so-called foundations and rewrite them all—I’ll wait for you for another two weeks.”

Are you kidding me...?

"You were the one who started this joke!" Akane Akasaka stared at Utaha Kasumigaoka. "A pitiful final boss? He repented at the last moment? But you couldn't save him? A little happy? A little bitter? A little mature ending? Are you mixing a salad? Everything is neither here nor there! It's like a razor boringly rubbing back and forth, shaving off a few stray hairs! A stupid arrangement that only creates subtle pressure for the player, with neither pleasure nor despair, it's utterly worthless! Subtle bitterness, subtle cruelty, subtle bitterness, and subtle sweetness... Your script only has seasonings! Do you look down on entertainment? Maybe you think this kind of plot is the depth of the story. Oh dear, how come you don't understand this deeper meaning? The world is not a binary opposition, there are many complex and tangled aspects... Heh."

“If you ask me,” Akane Akasaka laughed, “what you’ve written isn’t depth, it’s just a jumble of flavors, like the strawberries in Mapo Tofu, an unnecessary jumble of flavors.”

Kobayashi Sora didn't quite understand the preceding content.

Kobayashi Sora couldn't agree more.

"If you want to make players cry, you have to use every trick in the book! Even sweet things have to be laced with knives! If you can't do that, then use completely bland and tasteless language to narrate it, which has a kind of plain historical feel. Stop using pretentious and affected language to pretend to be profound!" Akane Akasaka reprimanded in rapid succession. "At the last moment, you discover the opponent's predicament and reach out to save them. The protagonist group has fought their way through!"