Akuyaku Reijo Ni Koi Wo Shite

Walk down the hallway after the maid. Just looking at the corridor showed that the building was surprisingly large.

A corridor that continues straight. There are countless doors on its left and right walls. A huge hotel would look like this. I have never been to a huge hotel, so imagine it.

Many people are walking down the hallway.

Women wearing the same maid outfit as a woman walking in front of her called Liz. Are men closer to tuxedos than suits? In rare cases, a person in armor is seen as a knight as a guard.

It resembles a medieval European scene in a movie or something.

I see people passing each other unnoticed through the gaps in the bangs that extend to my eyes, but they don't hesitate to see myself as Jirogillo.

Even if you don't ask what the dingy kids are doing, you can see what they are thinking.

How long did you walk? When I got down to the first floor, I went outside and arrived in front of the fountain in the garden.

"Wash your body here"

"Yes?"

"I'll leave the towels here. I'll come to pick you up at the end, so please wait for it."

"... Huh"

Ignore your own questions. When she had said what she wanted to say, she left.

Does it mean that there is no bath for orphans in the favela? Or are baths luxurious in this world, and are others doing this?

I asked a question in my head, but I knew only that I had never taken a bath.

A round tube extends from the fountain, from which water flows down. There are several tubs where they run down. At least it's not just a fountain, but a water spot. Take the tub and fill it with flowing water.

It was good that the season was not winter. I don't know if there is a season in this world in the first place-it seems. I wonder if this time difference is anyway.

Take off your robe-like clothes. Nothing underneath. Naked in the garden. I'm ashamed, but now I'm a child. I'm so convinced and put up with being embarrassing.

I got water from my head. I felt sick after seeing the water accumulated on my feet along my skin. The water turned cloudy just because I covered it. How dirty are you?

I also drip the water, and this time I pour water while scratching my head with my finger. The water stains have become worse, but if you don't mind it, it feels pretty good. Cover with water while scratching hair. I repeated it over and over.

This is the first time I have ever used such clean water. I felt joy coming in.

Next, when the dirt on the water diminishes, the next step is to scratch the scalp and cover with water. Since it was troublesome to draw water every time, I decided to kneel down and put my head under the tube extending from the fountain and wash it.

It can be done easily because it is a small child.

Originally, I do not like baths, but this bath does not bother me at all. I'm almost addicted to the comfort.

In this case, you want soap, even if you can't use shampoo. Do you have soap? I could imagine that it was expensive, if at all.

For a person who has lived in a prosperous world, this world is likely to suffer in many ways. I felt like that, but immediately forced me out of my head.

I know that only pessimistic thoughts come to mind. Right now I just wanted to enjoy the bath.

When your head is refreshing, move on to your body. When I bathed in the water and rubbed it with my hand, I was able to get tatters and filthy things. I suddenly came up with a fountain and looked around.

The intended one was easily found, surprisingly.

A stone with a rough surface. Return to the fountain and rub your body with the stone. Slightly hurts, but the dirt falls off as interesting. I couldn't reach my back, so I squeezed it with a towel.

I really wanted to go into the fountain and wash my body, but I thought I'd be angry and stopped it.

He continued to bathe without worrying about his body getting cold.

He seemed to be bathing for quite some time, and was still naked when he saw the maid.

It is a child, but the inside is a respectable boy. I was embarrassed to see my nakedness, I just wiped it off with a towel and immediately put on my clothes.

My hair is still drenched. Put on a towel and wipe quickly. Long hair growing like a woman is depressing.

"Did you finish?"

“Yes.

"If you wipe, wipe it with this."

The maid offered a new towel. Take it and wipe your hair. Naturally, dry towels are easier to wipe. I wish I had two copies from the beginning. I felt like this, but I didn't say it.

When the water had drained to a certain extent, I tied the bleak hair together and tied it with a towel.

My body is refreshing. Good visibility. Anyway it feels good.

"Sorry I made you wait"

“…………”

I called out to the maid, but there was no reply. I wondered what was going on, and when I turned my gaze, my eyes widened and my eyes hardened.

"that?"

"... Ah, are you done? ... Return to the room."

The maid had an intricate expression, but began walking toward the building without saying anything else.

I hurry and follow myself.

While he returned to his room, his gaze was turned on himself without hesitation. If anything, it seems to be getting worse.

Someone with a surprised expression, one with an explicit grimace and a disgust. After all, it is getting worse.

I looked at my body and rubbed my face to see if my body had gone wrong after washing, but I couldn't understand anything.

I decided to walk straight ahead so that I would not bother to look around.

Go up to the third floor and pass by a number of doors. It seems that he has arrived in the original room, and the maid stopped.

"A meal is prepared in the room"

"Oh, thank you."

"... like being quiet in the room"

"Yes……"

As usual, the gaze of the maid is still cold. This world may be more segregated than you might imagine.

If so, being in the house and preparing the room and meals would be a great treat. This is something I do not understand even if I think about it.

When I entered the room, a meal was prepared on the table as the maid said.

One round bread, salad, scrambled eggs, and orange juice.

As soon as I saw it, I felt a furious hunger. If you think about it, you haven't eaten anything since you are conscious in this world. The other person-apparently hadn't had a meal for an entire day before. Although it seems to be used to common things.

First, sit on a chair and sip on orange juice.

"……delicious"

The taste is rich enough to wonder what the original world orange juice was.

Expectations swelled and bread was eaten-it was hard and dry. Bread is much better in the original world.

Next is a scrambled egg-it's really delicious. Eggs are also rich in taste.

Same for salad. The taste of each vegetable is solid, and the dressing is nothing but surprisingly delicious.

Another person is also pleased. I don't seem to remember eating such a fresh meal-fresh?

I quickly erased the information that came to my mind. I had a feeling that it would be better not to imagine when eating.

The food in front of me was quickly gone. It is far from being full, but on the other hand, I feel full. Another self is like a snack.

My body is refreshing and my belly is pretty good. At this point, I decided to carefully consider the current situation.

There is no doubt that this is not the original world. It could be a dream, but now you can't help but lean on it.

How should we live in this world in the future?

It is medieval European style, but I don't know what kind of society that medieval Europe was.

Relying on another self in myself, but this one is unlikely to be expected. He is a child and only knows about the special environment of slums and seems to know little about other societies.

As far as I can remember, I'm struggling.

It seemed that there was a familiar person when he realized. I remember living with an adult. The place where I live is like a favela, so I haven't lived right since then.

Still, he didn't have any trouble eating. Just by another person's own criteria.

The situation worsened at a stretch when an adult living together died.

Techniques for obtaining food from young children are limited. There is only clam at the garbage dump. Even the clam clam is not easy. The person who seeks leftovers is not alone.

High quality leftovers competed for each other, and those who lacked the power to win could only obtain what was rotten and completely turned into garbage rather than leftovers. There are countless deaths from breaking my belly.

But that wasn't the only tragedy.

The reason was unknown to him, but he was hated by others. Not one or two did not allow them to approach.

You can do whatever you want. There was such an atmosphere around me.

I have lived in the squalid, squalid lands, with no power and no one to rely on. It did not die well.

I also knew why he had fallen to that place.

The killed man. He seems to have killed that man, Dan, and his friends. He gathered his weapons, looked for a chance, and turned it into an opportunity that he had finally come to, but he met him with a brilliant return, was exposed to deadly violence, and was rolling to the spot.

Apparently, another self is like a proud child.

Even in such a miserable situation, there is a strong will to take action to change the situation without succumbing to it.

Even the same orphan is very different from yourself. I realized the size of things I didn't have, gave up on the future, and just lived without thinking about every day.

When I think about that, I feel like I'm wondering if I'm good on my own. This body is another's own. And the other one lived hard without giving up on the future. I wonder if I will close my life in the future.

That is no good. Not allowed.

You have to return this body to yourself. It should be possible. I was not myself when I killed that man. At that time, I was acting with another will of myself.

Let's pass. This body. Originally another one's own.

Come on, get up. It may be awake, but wake up. Your life is yours. Live your future with your will.

If it's a little, help me ... myself ...

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Mysterious feeling. This feeling is the second time.

I woke up, but that's the feeling, but I have memories before that.

Empty vessels lined up in front of you.

It was delicious. This is my first meal. Not only the taste, but how many years of rice that smells good for the first time in years? At least since I was alive.

I am……. There is another me inside me. No, no. Not me. Who knows everything I don't know?

There are many memories that I do not understand well. There are many towers high enough to look up. What is this

I know it's a building. But building ... I know what I heard for the first time, why?

The square box is moving without being pulled by a horse. What is this

Car, car. I don't know at all, but for some reason it turns out to be such.

Even though it is the night sky, the surroundings are bright. Lights of various colors are shining brilliantly. Is this the magic I heard of the rumor?

If not, a guy in me will answer. You seem to want to hear something, but ignore it.

So what?

A different world. He seems to have been born and raised in a different world. I can't believe it, but I know it's true.

I do not know what is. Roughly thought I was dead. That guy was so bad and hurt me. Favela shouldn't be a sweet spot enough to take advantage of your opponent. But I am alive. And killed him.

I was scared. I killed someone I hated so much, but fear was better than joy. I was fainted as my trembling stopped and I couldn't move.

This is the house of that noble brat.

The treatment so far is not bad. But the opponent is noble. I don't think I would benefit someone like me. The gaze of that maid shows it.

That's the same as those in favela. A gaze that feels only discomfort mixed with disgust and something. I don't seem to know the guy in me, but I have experienced it many times.

After all, it seems better not to have much greed.

How do you live out of this mansion afterwards? The guys inside me know a lot of things I don't know. I hope it helps.

A voice came from the hallway.

Apparently, that cheeky lady is coming.

The door of the room opened, and the little girl came in as expected. I'm stretching my chest and looking great, but I just need to tell someone that it's humorous with a tiny body.

"It looks beautiful ..."

The approaching puss has hardened with a surprised expression.

The reaction is a little different from those passing by in the hallway.

"... beautiful"

"Huh?"

I was surprised at the unexpected words muttered by the little girl.

"Hey, those eyes. Why are the colors different?"

"……color?"

I don't know what the puss is saying. It is natural that different people have different eye colors.

"Have you ever seen a mirror?"

"……Absent"

The orphans in the favela cannot have such an expensive one. Does the noble daughter not even know?

"See, then."

The little girl took a small mirror out of her clothes pocket and presented it to me.

Needless to receive. My face is reflected in the mirror. Try moving your face because it's too small to see the whole thing.

Eye color. Certainly not.

Rather than the color of the little girl's eyes, my eyes were different colors on the left and right. The right eye is blue and the left eye is red. I have never met such a person. Apparently I look different from people.

"Hey, isn't it?"

The little girl happily talks to me who is puzzled. I don't know what is so much fun.

"Oh……"

For now, I will return an ambiguous answer.

"Beautiful blue and beautiful red. You have a beautiful face as well as your eyes. Your hair is long and it looks like a girl."

When I approached my face and stared at my eyes, the puss said something like this. I don't know if I'm being praised or degraded. Just cut your hair. I thought so.

"Aeriel, please stay away!"

Despite being a boy, a maid shouted at the thought that the men and women were too close.

"Noisy! I want to see this girl's face!"

A loud scream more than the maid's voice flies. The selfish lady doesn't seem to hear anything like a maid. Still, the maid did not obediently retreat,

"No! It's ominous to approach the odd eye!"

"Odd eye?"

Little girl seems to hear for the first time. I'm a word I've heard several times.

I don't know the meaning. But I realized one of the reasons I was hated. Humans with eyes like me seem ominous.

"What is odd eye?"

"Like this boy, the colors of the left and right eyes are different."

"Why is it ominous?"

"that is……"

"I don't care if I don't have a reason. I can't believe ominous because it's so beautiful."

"But I was told ..."

"Shut up! I won't be able to stay in this house if I say anything more !?"

"……I've acknowledged"

If you do not follow yourself, your neck is a ridiculously domineering lady. The maid who has stopped saying anything as she says, but her face is frustrated.

It doesn't seem to be much admired. Is it natural if this personality is so hard?

Without worrying about the appearance of the maid, the little girl looks at my eyes with interest.

"Hey, can you use magic?"

"Huh?"

"Magic, magic"

"I can't use it"

"Yes. It's just beautiful blue and red."

I do not understand the story. I can't use magic for ordinary people. I've heard that magic can only be used by noble blood-bearing nobles.

"I can do it if I tell you ..."

So it cannot be.

"Well, now it's good. You'll be living here, so I'll check it little by little."

"Huh?"

"What are you surprised?"

"Do you live here?"

"Of course, you're your brother's pet. It's my pet."

"... a pet"

"You, what's your name?"

I asked my name regardless of me who was confused as a pet. It doesn't matter how people react.

Name ... I can't remember the name. It's not my name that comes to mind.

Who am I?

"I don't have a name? I'll give it."

"Oh no"

I absolutely hate it. I thought so quickly.

"Tell me if you have it."

"... Ryo. Ryo Moriya"

I couldn't help telling him his name. A little regret. Somehow weird name.

"... Lyo, Rio"

She seemed to think so too. I can't say well.

"... Rion. Well, your name is Rion."

"No, right."

"Rion. I decided so. Are there any complaints?"

"……Absent"

I succumbed to the pressure of the little girl and accepted me. I feel him complaining in my heart.

Be patient. I'm a little patient.

If you refuse here, you will definitely give this puss a strangely weird name.

That's why Rion is a good name--apparently convincing.

"Then, Leon. I'll fix my hair next, then change clothes."

"Hair? Change clothes?"

"Must be clean to be my pet"

“…………”

Pet = pet animal = animal that is kept by humans to be cute. In this case, animals do not include humans-a straightforward explanation. I finally understood the meaning of the pet.

Involuntarily, she turned her gaze to salvation for salvation. Even if you know you won't do anything.

As expected, the maid doesn't say anything. All you have to do is smile with mercy and shake your face.

It turns out that the maid is kind, but it doesn't make any sense.

After all, she is taken by her puss and is tossed all day.

The length is almost the same, just aligning the edges while saying that the hair is being trimmed. I felt grumbling when I greased my hair, and even my face was greasy.

What was prepared as a change of clothes is the old dress of a little girl. I'm a man.

It was the day when one more memory I didn't want to remember again was added.

Transgender = Beyond the gender barrier = Homosexual, Bisexual-Sure I have been violated by men.

But I am not that! !