A Chronicle of Life in a Different World

I was using him as a “trick," and now you can tell me.

In one word, Eliza's expression froze. As I was told unexpectedly, I was stunned by falsehood.

"Whoa, what a face! You think I don't know what a kid like you does? Hahaha, hahahahaha, you make me laugh!

"Acting... right now...?

Eliza shook her voice and repeated the man's words.

"I've been watching. Sweet, reckless, crying, flattering. Pretend you don't know anything and act like you can protect yourself behind it. That's enough to make it look like a monster... but that's not enough, is it? Breathe blood like a monster, like a bloodsucker."

A man shrugs his shoulders. Half praise and half contempt for Eliza's actions.

"Chi, it's not... that's what I'm saying..."

"Uh, yeah, I know, I know. You were desperate to live, weren't you? But if you're going to live, don't just flatter me, but breathe your blood. I could have missed a little more."

The man tells me to throw up and throw up because of it.

"So, here it is. Next time, let's change our faces so that we can't imitate them. You got it? Maybe if you gather blood and strengthen your strength, you'll be able to heal your facial wounds, so do your best until then. Ah, I'll kill you at that stage when I get my strength!

Eliza didn't want to understand why she did that. Still, I don't think a man is lying or joking, and the dagger approaches slowly.

― ― Eliza's vision was darkened by despair.

Eliza remembers everything from this moment to this moment.

I remember being kicked out of my native home, spending time alone with my family in the mountains, and my family being killed and fleeing.

At that time, I didn't know why, but the Gregorians who killed my grandmother and my parents didn't come after me. Some of them were moving through the woods and mountains, but the chasers never caught up with them.

The grief over the murder of his family. Hate of Gregorianism. The heartliness and loneliness that left me alone. With those feelings in her belly, Eliza walks alone.

I'm angry with myself for being helpless. He turns his back on the person who killed his family and backs him up to escape alone.

Still, I'm tired. No family, no place to live, no one to rely on. The girl named Eliza is not strong enough to live alone in such a situation.

My favorite grandmother told me to run north if anything happened.

Harrist countries have strong Gregorian powers, but north of Rapali and Polasha struggle with spiritualism. If possible, they told me to run to Mataroi, where Spiritualism is permeating completely.

Eliza faithfully kept the teaching and headed north. But I didn't really think we'd make it to Mataroi.

How do I cross the country with the feet of a child who is not an adult and has poor growth at age? I wanted to escape Gregorianism, but before I got to Mataroi, I saw a monster attack me and die.

Still, he walks into the woods avoiding the easy to see streets. I'll be dead by today anyway. With such a sense of abstention.

But contrary to that expectation, Eliza didn't die. I could cross mountains and forests without encountering monsters, catching up with Gregorians.

For the first three days, I couldn't sleep in fear of being attacked by a monster, and when the night came, I held my knees in the shade. Still didn't die.

I was unable to eat at Roku, and occasionally I found a water farm and just drank water, and I felt hungry beyond my earliest hunger. You can still walk, wander around in the woods and cross the mountains. Still didn't die.

He opened it up and slept in the shadows - but he didn't die.

Eliza doesn't remember how many days she walked like that. They arrived at least a month ago, two months later, and perhaps they walked for nearly three months just because their memories were vague.

Days when you don't know where you're walking and just walk in a direction that you think is north while checking the position of the sun. It's not once or twice that I resented my body because of hunger and fatigue that I'm about to fall down.

There was no Gregorian chase, no monster encounter, no family after the murder. I have no courage to drown in the river, no courage to jump off a cliff and die, no courage to hang myself. Eliza didn't have the courage in the name of courage.

There is no guarantee of dying “to that extent”, and perhaps it will just end in suffering. I thought I could only go north according to my grandmother's words, and I kept walking silently.

- And I met a man.

Despair and abandonment were in Eliza's chest when she met the man.

The man was caught by the smell of the meat burning, and walked flirting with his belly. Even though he didn't show up, he was waiting with a big sword and a clear vigilance.

Looking at the appearance, it was understandable that he was older. The big sword wrapped in leather armor and held in both hands seems sturdy and sharp. I felt like I was at least much stronger than myself when I stared at it without hesitation.

There's only one thing I thought when I saw him.

--Ah, now we can “finish”.

At least it won't look defeated. The great sword that I confirmed from afar is like a business, and it is a man who burns meat with open fire in a plain that is not strange when monsters attack. My arm stood up, and I thought I could at least kill myself.

That's why Eliza showed up. The man who was surprised at his appearance had a slight “expectation”, but he was exhausted.

Still, Eliza lost her sight for a few seconds. I don't want to live as early as I can - but I can't be at peace with death.

If there's a problem, it could be killing someone you don't know. I hesitated a little to help him commit suicide, but I truncated it.

"My name is Eliza-Valjebe! A proud bloodsucker!

I don't know how well the name of the bloodsucking species is known. However, the rumor of a bloodsucking species made me flee my hometown. He laughs tirelessly inside, saying that the country will not change much.

Perhaps the man in front of him is also a Gregorian. Even so, the existence of a bloodsucking species is famous in the country of Harist. If you hunt yourself, you'll get as much money as you want.

"SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"Yikes!?

Still, I don't know what kind of thought came to mind, but I'm surprised at how suddenly it came to me.

A man who has stepped in faster than he looks can't help but wave a great sword. I was surprised at what I wanted, but I was too hesitant to slash it - still embracing death and learning to give up and despair.

After all, this is how you are treated if you know you're a bloodsucker, even if you run away. It's not difficult to live in such a world. Thinking about my family, I should have been killed when I found out I was a bloodsucker.

And as a result, Eliza survives again.

Sometimes I fell in surprise at the man's sword curtain, but I wondered what he thought, and he lost the trajectory of the great sword.

Eliza didn't know what the man had in mind. Still, I noticed the color of hesitation in the man's expression for a moment - I noticed it.

Looking at the scared gaze, the man stops moving. Eliza screamed back to the man who stopped moving with her sword on.

"That's my dialogueOOOOOOOOOO!

The screams were directed in half at the murder of a man, Reurus, and at himself, who was still trying to live.

For Eliza, a man named Reurus was a mystery.

I can't call him my age, but I haven't spoken to a man my age in years. Still, it quickly became clear that Reurus was “different” from other men.

Sometimes I mistook a bloodsucking species for a monster, but I don't have common sense in strange places. He seemed to be familiar with the surroundings of the abandoned city of Laval, but he was a floating man from Eliza's point of view.

No matter how much you tried to kill, it's what you call a bloodsucker. It was hard to understand from Eliza - and convenient at the same time.

I've never actually seen it, but I've heard of a monster named Kimira from my grandmother. It is powerful enough to make my grandmother, a magician with a standing arm, say that she doesn't want to fight as much as possible.

Reurus, who defeated such a Kimira, was just right to stand back. Reurus only protects me from suspicious eyes. Even if it makes my position worse, it will protect me thoroughly.

If you look at what you think, and you're scared, your expression becomes gentle. On the other hand, if you smile as if it were a fetish smile, your face will be distorted as if it were a stone bite.

When I heard the story, it turned out that he had been treated in an old village and forced to work like burying a child's body.

It seems to be the cause that is friendly to younger children - but Eliza herself doesn't know why she felt that "that's not the only reason.” Sometimes they behave as they are, or they behave as adults as their fathers.

But I still don't know the nature. I don't know what kind of thoughts you have behind it. To honestly trust others is too wet to be trusted by anyone but your family.

Eliza thought so. But it wasn't until how many days had passed since I met Reurus.

There was nothing to worry about, nothing to be afraid of knowing it was a bloodsucker, and Reurus continued to treat his neighbors with ease.

On the way, I talked about my situation and attracted sympathy, but I don't know which one of them broke down when I cried. Was it just Eliza's illusion that, not just for a day, but for every hour, each word crossed, she felt that she was getting closer and closer?

Eliza doesn't know what Reurus was thinking. I can't understand the change in my mind more than Reurus.

To be honest, Eliza hated humans. He hated not only the Gregorians, but all humans except his family.

I couldn't believe a creature that was "different from myself”, and still couldn't deceive me about love. I couldn't help but hate my own mind.

You can't possibly understand all of your mood, and you can't even see that it's good enough, and the days you spend in the newly acquired "place” stir up Eliza's mind.

--Perhaps Reurus can be trusted.

I can't believe I thought that just by spending a few days together, but I forgave without knowing that I was helped by eating together, crying and laughing, making fun of Reus, but not doing anything I dislike.

I spent nearly half of my life in the mountains trying to escape Gregorianism, anyway. Speaking of people close to her, Eliza doesn't understand the feelings of Reurus alone.

At first, I thought you'd kill yourself.

I thought it would be available next time.

But Eliza doesn't know how she felt next.

At least it's not a bad feeling. Even if you deduct the amount of care that you take care of so well, the feelings for Reurus individuals have somehow turned into warm ones.

I talked a lot with Reurus. Some of them talked about the future.

Even short relationships can be trusted with Reurus. I wanted to believe that.

So...

"............!

Hmm?

The light returns to Eliza's desperately dyed eyes. The man called the priest who saw it raised his eyebrows surprisingly.

"If you want to... just do it! I can't beat you! But I won't break it, and I won't give up! I believed in people... Reurus! I decided to trust someone again! No matter what you say, you don't attack people and collect blood!

From the man's point of view, it suddenly looked like Eliza had transformed. Until then, he moaned with pain and suffering, but his glaring eyes had strength.

"... Phew. I don't know if you had an ectopic bone or if you just got burned... if you just reopened it, I'd be in trouble."

The man stopped the dagger trying to engrave Eliza's face and wondered what was going on.

Eliza's spirit was “decent” when she was driven out of her hometown, killed her family, and traveled solitarily without anyone's help.

I didn't know if Reurus told her to do that or if there was another reason, but I think the former was not just a favorite.

"I'm in trouble, I'm in trouble. I should have brought Reurus alive... so I didn't want to wipe the stupid ass that ran first."

While saying so in words, the man laughs without looking in trouble. With his dagger in his hand, he turned his gaze towards the universe to put his thoughts together.

"I don't believe you either! Reurus is definitely alive!

"... hah. I don't know, I've decided to go in a strange direction..."

The man sighed deeply at Eliza's words. Then he grabbed the dagger in the air and set his sights on Eliza's eyebrows.

"Let's go... it's too much trouble, let's kill him. You can tell the bishop that you have confirmed the endurance of a weak bloodsucking species...."

A man who lightly cuts Eliza off. The decision to break into the abandoned city of Laval alone and seize Eliza was quick.

"Priest."

"Ah? It won't stop even if you stop it.

A man returns a moody voice to a voice echoed from the darkness. Eliza wondered whether the man in front of her had different opinions, but what someone lurked in the darkness brought was “another piece of information.”

"Sentinel reports. The town's inhabitants are on their way, and it won't take long to make contact."

Hmm? The rabies went to the diversion, right? How do you know where we are when we're in the woods... so we can get this over with? I don't think I can get past the people around me, but I don't like getting weird shotguns either!

Laval Waste Town is on its way. The man cut off instantly when he saw a light of relief in Eliza's eyes.

Eliza was aware of the man's murderous intentions, but she shook and killed him in fear. Looking at the man holding the dagger, I think of the face of the person who wanted to believe.

I don't believe a man's words. Reurus is safe and is still on his way to help. It's pathetic of me to have to wait for help, but I can believe it.

"Help me... Reurus!

Therefore, the wish is colored with hope.

Leave it to me.

The voice that fulfilled the wish resounded “from above”.