Calligrapher's beautiful character life in another world ~Daily life matchless with collection and character magic? ~ - Chapter 2

Calligrapher’s beautiful character life in another world ~Daily life matchless with collection and character magic? ~

Chapter 2   First, let’s check the current situation

“Anyway… I can’t just figure out where this is by simply looking around,”

It’s a forest. I’m suddenly in the middle of a forest, coming from my room.

My current attire is the sweatshirt and sweatpants I changed into upon entering my room.

My pockets are empty, and my hands hold nothing.

My feet… I only managed to keep my socks on because I didn’t take them off.

“…This feels quite desperate, doesn’t it?”

In such a state, with no experience in the outdoors whatsoever, here I am, completely devoid of any tools!

I don’t even have shoes.

No matter how you look at it, a future of collapsing on the ground seems inevitable!

Hahaha… How did I end up in such a situation?

Did I do something wrong…?

Damn it, I wish I had eaten that bento… I’m so hungry…

In this situation, my mind is filled with thoughts of the ink bottles and fountain pens displayed in my room.

Is it possible that I won’t even be able to touch them, let alone see them?

Will I never… be able to write again and die?

“Goodbye… my beloved collections…”

Tears welled up as I murmured.

…At that moment.

Fwoosh.

A strange sound reached my ears, and before me, as if on a TV screen, a digital-like display appeared.

I’ve seen this kind of screen before, in the game my classmates used to play back in high school.

The screen was divided into grid-like squares, and within them, images were lined up…?

“…! Ink bottles…? My, my collection of ink bottles…!”

They were all there.

Every single one of them that was displayed in my room, all lined up!

Could this be the rumored phenomenon called a “mind’s eye” or something?

The things you love or people you care about appearing just before death…?

However, they don’t fade away, and the images don’t change.

But that’s okay.

I can keep gazing at them, forever and ever.

My beloved treasures.

Suddenly, I noticed a number at the edge.

‘1/20…?’

Reaching out to the number, the screen switched!

‘Ink… ink… ah, a fountain pen!’

Checking the number, it changed to ‘3/20.’

The page has changed, hasn’t it?

Huh?

Are you telling me the ‘mind’s eye’ lets you switch pages yourself?

That can’t be possible!

Turning the pages one after another.

There are pens, markers, notebooks, paper, calligraphy brushes, inksticks, inkstones…

And what’s this, even shoes and clothes!

“Do I have everything from my house here?”