How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World[part1]

Chapter 191: 2nd Grade (5)

Throughout my past life and present one, there have been experiences that were so chilling I couldn't even scream. In a previous life, there were moments like coming home, turning on the lights, and having a cockroach fly right in front of my eyes, or my parents using my computer without permission, and so on.

In my current life, there was the incident where I, overflowing with clumsiness, showed Marie a steam locomotive drawing. Fortunately, I drew it like a child's artwork, so she didn't catch on. Well, looking back now, it didn't hold much significance, so I don't dwell on it. However, I vividly remembered how my face changed in real-time.

"Author Xenon?"

And now, back to the present, I felt my heart race once again. It was none other than the pink-haired girl in front of me, Cherry. I'm not sure why she's keeping my hair so carefully, but regardless, the crisis remained unchanged. As I've mentioned before, red hair is extremely rare, to the point where it's rarer than diamonds or mithril. There's a legend that it's a symbol of a fallen royal family from the past, but I don't know for sure.

"Why is the name Xenon suddenly coming up?"

"Well, I wonder?"

At the moment, appearing confused was the most important thing. It would be one thing if it were just Cherry and me, but Elena was also there, and students who've finished their classes are milling about in the corridor.

Responding with a tense demeanor to Elena's question, I looked at Cherry. She was still tilting her head, her eyes lacking any sign of life.

Earlier, did she mention that there was a strand of hair in the letter? Since I had been diligently replying to her fan letters, it's possible that a strand of hair accidentally got in there. However, keeping that strand of hair in a glass jar... that's definitely not normal. To say such a thing made me feel sorry for her, but it's clear that something is off mentally.

With a gulp, I asked Cherry, who still had my hair gripped in her hand, gently.

"Cherry, can I ask why you referred to me as Author Xenon?"

"Red."

When I asked, Cherry briefly answered, showing me the strand of hair in the glass jar. There was only one strand, but it displayed a vivid shade of red.

Though her response was brief, I seemed to understand what she meant by "red." Perhaps it was because the hair in the letter and my hair were the same color.

However, there's one thing she didn't notice from all of this. Pretending to contemplate for a moment, I questioned Cherry.

"You mentioned that this strand of hair appeared in the letter earlier, right?"

Nod, nod.

"In that case, did you conclude that I'm Xenon because my hair color matches this strand of hair?"

Nod, nod.

Cherry nodded in response to my consecutive questions. Even so, she still held onto my hair tightly. I looked at her expectant expression, then pointed to the hair she was holding onto and began to speak.

"However, Student Cherry. Just like you see, my hair isn't long, is it? The hair here is short."

"...Huh?"

That's right. When I replied to Cherry before Mora played a prank on me, my hair length was ordinary. However, now my hair has grown long enough to reach my waist. Even for women, it takes at least a few months to grow hair that reaches the waist, so what about a guy?

Cherry seemed to realize that too, belatedly, as she blinked her eyes slowly and compared the length of my hair with the hair inside the vial.

"And there are other people with red hair in the world, besides me. Isn't it too hasty to label me as Xenon just because our hair colors match?"