Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

Early morning hours when the sun still can't rise. The kinks and the cool, clean air are pleasant, and the eastern sky, which began to whiten, is eye friendly. The streets of the old back streets, where brick construction is scattered, are beginning to hear people's livelihoods.

Most of the time, few people walk outside on boulders. All I'm here for is a wanker sticking his head in a fast-food bag that's dumped near another old drum-can-like trash can.

The wanker accidentally lifted his head. The paper bag I followed with me covers the head of the wanker like a mask. Wanker shook his head off the paper bag with a blurb as he panicked.

Shortly afterwards, the crocodile reacted - one automobile stopped right next to the crocodile, with a lot of momentum. To the kick-ass braking noise, the wanker makes his body jump bickly and escape to a glance.

"Dr. Grant, Mr. K. This way."

Vanessa was the first one to come out of the driver's seat. Though I do have first aid, I'm so pretty in motion that I don't think I'm a human with a gunshot wound on my flank. As a matter of fact, I don't even know myself that a drug made in another world is stained with gauze and shows considerable resilience...... I'm just thinking, "Oh, I'd be sturdier than I imagined..."

"... hey, is that mean or something? Or is it harassment? How many times do I have to tell you I'm not Mr. K.?

Kosuke descends from the back seat as he pierces Tobi's jitsu eyes into Vanessa. Wonder how up-and-coming a killer you are! Even if she complains, Vanessa calls Kosuke Mr. K.

Vanessa is Vanessa, a little, "Maybe, seriously, wrong person? I also thought... Evening, from Kosuke's words and actions such as" help "with confidence, I was starting to think again that it was Mr. K. I'm sure there's no difference between a killer with great arms simply because he doesn't like the name Mr. K.

So I'm going to call you Mr. K, but such Vanessa unexpectedly releases words of support for Kosuke.

"Yes, Vanessa. Because of this, Mr. K gave me his name. I'll call you this right here."

Like Kosuke, Emily, coming down from the back seat, for some reason in an atmosphere of embarrassment, takes care to call Kosuke's name as she razors.

Emily didn't think of Kosuke as an ordinary person or anything, just like Vanessa, and she told me the name she kept secret in her initials. You told me because of this, so I said I should definitely call you.

From evening onwards, to Emily, who strangely distances herself from Kosuke, Kosuke said, "... I did it. What is the right arm of the Demon King? Don't pull. It doesn't make sense. Sir in me gave me a little peek in the face..." I thought it was something that was well drawn and distanced, so I laughed with a little surprise at Emily's backup shooting.

Look at that, Emily's gone. My gaze wanders heavily through the universe. And I wondered if something in my heart had reached its limit, dyeing my cheeks and lifting my cat's eyes with a kick, "Look at me!," he intimidated. The way Fuscher reverses his hair all the time, it's like the cat itself. Trademark sidetails are rough.

Kosuke was depressed. After being distanced from her heart by a younger girl (Kosuke thinks so), she said, "Hey, Kitchenji, will you stop looking at me? Magikimo!" (that sounded Kosuke). Mini Kosuke in my heart is already crawling on all fours.

"Um, things are urgent for me, so I was hoping that you would be able to youth later..."

"I didn't do youth! What are you talking about?

Vanessa scratches her cheeks like she's in trouble, even as she gives Emily a warm look. Emily's blush thickened. The fuscher rate also rose. In time, a cat punch might pop up.

Emily goes into the alley with a tsukatsuka and a fast foot, flipping a white coat hem that she doesn't take off after all, not to mention saying she can't hang out with the two of them.

"Dr. Grant."

"What the fuck!

"It's not that way. It's the next alley."

……

Emily stops perfectly. Back without looking back, he walks out to his left as he turns bright red to his ear.

"Dr. Grant."

"What the fuck!

"It's not left, it's right alley"

……

Emily's fast turn. The white coat flips nicely! However, his disgrace is already Mach.

Vanessa and Kosuke followed Emily with a bitter laugh at each other as they looked at each other.

By the way, this is one of Vanessa's personal hideouts and Emily has no land books. So Emily, who leads the way, made about three trips to strange places after this.

In the end, when she realized she just had to follow Vanessa, Emily wore her white coat from her head and looked like a white haunt.... Apparently, this is how the white coat was used.

Making a small noise with Ki, Vanessa peeks alertly into her face through a slowly open wooden door. There were no signs of people in the room.

Vanessa urges me, and Kosuke and Emily enter the room as well. In the room, there was a sense of life for one of the safe houses. There were leather sofas and tables with a sense of use, and magazines were scattered messily on the table.

"Apparently, your friend is away. Well, it's less about staying home, so maybe it's natural."

Sassa glanced at the other rooms and bathrooms and Vanessa went back to the living room and said so. Apparently, it doesn't mean the safe house is exposed and ambushed.

"Is this Vanessa's friend's room? Isn't that a personal safe house that the crime scene sheriff's making out of tacit understanding?

Emily tilted her neck, remembering the explanation she had received beforehand. Vanessa is losing her weapon. It's a round waist. From now on, we have to do a lot of things, such as get in touch with HQ and explore Director Magdanes' sincerity, but whatever we do, the first step is to procure weapons.

To that end, we took a trip to a safe house that was prepared as a tacit understanding by security officers at the scene, who wouldn't even report it to the bureau.

"I'm sharing it with a friend. She's a freelance photographer, and she's been flying around for four or six hours, so she was just right to share in terms of room maintenance."

"Huh."

As Emily nodded wondering if that was what it was, Kosuke took the magazine on the table with a strangely drawn look.

"... I see. Was Vanessa's biased knowledge of Japan caused by her friend?"

A magazine in the hands of Kosuke, who shrugged so. A magazine read by a young woman would normally be a fashion magazine or something. But in that magazine, with a girl with colorful hair when she did it, it said:

- Animation

If you drop your gaze further, all the scattered magazines are filled with familiar Japanese cartoons and comic book information. There are many large bookshelves lined with beautiful cloth covers on the walls of the room, but Kosuke will check one of them according to his hunches.

Advice, the contents were tightly packed japanese comics, lanobes and animated DVDs.

"What do you say, Mr. K. Your friend's collection is inside, isn't it? By the way, these three bookshelves are my collection."

"What are you hiding in the safe house..."

Emily walks past Kosuke, showing her face, and removes the cover of Vanessa's collection shelf. And he said, "Heh, this is the Japanese subculture..." He took the Japanese comic strip with curiosity, apparently for the first time.

But if I do, I need a thin book.

"Hih. What the hell!?

Screaming, turning your face bright red and pulling the book away from your face whenever possible, Emily. That cover depicted an illustration of a girl who was in a hell of a position after she had too much skin tone anyway, saying that there was no one there, that she was passing lightly through such an expression, etc.

"Oh, Dr. Grant. Don't be too abusive. It's a precious item."

"And I don't. Yikes, Vanessa's Etsy!

"Why do you even have a peer..."

"Ugh," she said, waving a thin book, trying to stay out of sight. Emily reached for a cup of her eyes, but she didn't look like she was letting go. Do you really care about Vanessa's collection for once, or is it (...) hard to let go...

With his gaze pointed at the flickering cover, he must be the latter. I noticed Kosuke's awkward and seemingly gaze, "Duh, no! Because I'm not like that!" He hurries back to the bookshelf with an excuse.

"Dr. Grant. If you're interested, I'll lend you patience after this case is cleared."

"I'm not putting up with you! I'm not a jerk! Because it's true, isn't it? Like this, really, because I'm not, right?

"Oh, yeah."

From a younger girl, she said, "I'm not a jerk. Believe me!" Kosuke, who doesn't know what to do when he's sued, can only nod vaguely.

With Emily on her ass desperately excusing herself for some reason, Vanessa approaches one of the bookshelves in large part. And I sent Kosuke a glimpse of chills. It's like, "Look, look!," as if the child were trying to show his parents his proud toys.

Kosuke turns his gaze as he tilts his neck. Confirming that, Vanessa quickly pulled a book in front of her, "Chupacabra Daiichi," which is being shitted.

Immediately after, the bookshelf slides in front. Half-rotated with the glue as it was, he showed the back and returned to its original position.

"Or a hidden bookshelf?

To Kosuke's whining, Emily also turns her gaze toward the bookshelf. And I opened my mouth gently. There were a number of firearms arranged neatly.

"Hehe, are you surprised? But not yet. It's not over yet."

Berry shorts, beauties in black suits look doozy. As Kosuke and Emily were subtly irritated, Vanessa walked over to the bed in the back of the room and now quickly twisted the electrical stand cassette beside her.

Shortly afterwards, the rear of the bed jumps up and exposes the firearms stored behind it.

"What do you say? It's all a hidden armory made of DIY (Sunday Carpenter). One of our prized dishes that spent most of the holidays and prepared by throwing in all the special allowances for summer and winter. Here's the thing, don't you gush?

"Oh, my God...... Mr. Vanessa, you're quite capable."

Confirmed here. Mr. Vanessa has the same hot soul in her heart as Kosuke! "Sir" in Kosuke smiles with a fuzzy nihil. Emily is donning to Kosuke, who is just on the table, and Vanessa, who nods like she knows why!

Vanessa quickly picks out her gear and stuffs it in her holster or backpack, while, uh, she realizes there is.

"... Speaking of which, Mr. K. Is your gun okay? Ammunition, spare..."

That was a late question, if you think back often, when you realized that Kosuke had never shown a firearm before. On the contrary, it was Vanessa who could tell from the top of her clothes whether she was armed or not, but no matter how she saw it, Kosuke had no sign of armed. For the rest of my life, I thought you were hiding it well...

"? No, I don't have a gun."

"... Mr. K. Didn't you tell me it would help? Understanding each other's gear is a must. I have trouble being hidden."

"No, no, he said he wasn't hiding it. I really don't have a gun. I mean, I told you I was a Japanese student. Seriously, listen to people. I'm not a killer, so I don't have a gun!

Mr. K is a killer who shoots any target in the head, one in the heart and drives him to death... Emily has a subtle look as well as Vanessa.

As Vanessa silently walked over to Kosuke, she touched that body out with pets. He's doing a body check and making sure he doesn't really have a gun. To her beautiful sister's body touch, Kosuke dodges a little on the inside. Emily said, "Oh, hey, so you touch that!?" He peeps through the gap of his fingers like he promised, somewhat blindfolded with both hands.

"... you really don't have it"

"So that's what you're saying."

While somewhere stunned, Vanessa shook her head with some difficult look as she took a step back.

"Okay. Something's wrong with you. We don't pursue it deeply."

"Hey, here. What?" I'm convinced of the assumptions I usually have. I told you I didn't have it from the start. "

"But given what's to come, there's no way it's a round waist. I don't know what you usually use, but take it if you like because of me."

"... so unexpectedly visiting, unnaturally natural through. I think. There's an evil god on Earth who's been watching me since I was born."

Kosuke said, "Do you want to grog? Do you want it to be Beretta? Or a dessert eagle?" He shifted his gaze with a dry grin from Vanessa, who would recommend the collection.

"No, because I don't need a gun. It doesn't make sense to have it. I've shot him, well, I do, and I don't hit him at all. It's dangerous. What kind of arm does he have?"

Needless to say, who is he referring to? Kosuke shook his head reluctantly, remembering when he made me shoot him half way through the play.

Anyway, at that time, I would hit myself in the face hard with recoil, the bullet that should have flown forward would stick in my ass after a miracle bounce, the hot pot that popped up would go into my clothes, for some reason I couldn't pull the trigger, and the moment I solved the arrangement to find the cause, I would burst out and my groin son would almost blow...

If there was a gun god, Kosuke would undoubtedly be hated at his parents' level of vengeance. Do the demon king and say, "You, never hold a gun again.... you're going to die. With a suicide bomber," enough to advise him with a look of war and pity.

Vanessa and Emily's confusion, unaware of such circumstances, deepens. A killer who doesn't have a gun, looks at the gun and looks sincerely disgusted...

In both of them, Kosuke's words "not Mr. K" swell, resulting in a sickle. But at the same time, the confident saying of "help" and the track record of letting ourselves go once hold that sickle down gleefully.

Or are you really trying not to think on an unconscious level that Kosuke is not Mr. K.? If Kosuke is not Mister K, then it would mean that no real Mister K cooperation was obtained from the fact that no one showed up to help Vanessa and the others besieged by Kimberly.

No matter how much Vanessa, more than not leaving the realm of newcomers yet, we have lost all of our dependable companions to the betrayal of our peers, and we are being chased by an organization of unknown size, with a suspicious very organization to rely on. You wouldn't want to admit even if you knew optimism was taboo, such as that the trump card was actually just a throwaway bill.

Such confusion about Vanessa and Emily is marginal and Kosuke says it's blatant.

"Ma, it's okay. Whatever happens, I'll take care of it. Better yet, if you're ready, let's go. Emily's home, it's pretty far, isn't it?

Vanessa and Emily looked at each other to encourage Kosuke to leave.

The puzzle doesn't go away, but from knowing the opponent is an armed group but telling him that he doesn't have a problem with his round hips, it seems that for the first time, the question has decided to go ahead. Instead, I can also say that I can only bet that Kosuke is Mr. K.

After last night's discussion, Kosuke and the others were planning to head to Emily's parents first. Protecting and concealing Emily's parents, a weekpoint, is a must and a top priority.

However, Emily's home is far enough away to take more than half a day's drive from her current location. Highways and the like will likely be avoided because there is a surveillance network, but when they do, even if we have finished eating in the car, the arrival will be around evening if we also put in a break.

"... right. I checked the gear. Let's say we leave."

"Okay.... but tell me before you do. Vanessa, why are you trying to take the comic?

After a quick preparation, Vanessa asked as Emily piqued her eyes as she undone her lovely hidden bookshelf and hidden bed, pulling a few comics straight out of the subtle bookshelf and putting one in the suit's inner pocket and backpacking the others.

Vanessa said, "Huh? Don't you get it? give a kyotonic look like." Both Kosuke and Emily came in plain frustration.

"Why, no matter what you say... From now on, we will be challenged by extremely difficult circumstances. It's like a soldier heading to the front."

"Well, maybe..."

"Isn't that right? Then you'll take the comic, won't you?

"Why, did it happen!? I don't understand your thinking process!

Emily puts a great scratch on the flying logic. To Emily like that, Vanessa explains cordially and politely with an angry look like a teacher dealing with a student who doesn't understand things.

"Okay, Dr. Grant. You've seen in movies and such scenes where soldiers go to battlefields, in cars and helicopters, take out the Bible and pray, right?

"Yeah, yeah. Yes, I do.... Wait, I mean, that comic..."

"Yes, it's my Bible"

"Apologize to God! Apologize to your Christian followers!

Emily growled. For once, the Grants are believers, too. So I can't help but tweak the Bible and the comic into the same row.

Vanessa laughed through such Emily's protesting scratches with a "hoot". "Why did you laugh now!?" and Emily lifts up her voice as she twitches her cat eyes again, but Vanessa, in excellent condition, who doesn't break her attitude of saying, "Doctor, you're still young," leaves the room intact.

"... the bible is Shura's O, and the Grah O Ra blade O, and the Nah O T,? In a way, maybe this is also Japanese business."

Emily runs after Vanessa by roughing up the sidetail with "First Come". Kosuke followed with a slightly distant look at the title that Vanessa saw when she left the comic.

By the time the sun tilted to the west and the sky began to stain bright oranges, Vanessa's driven automobile was running straight down the streets.

In the car, Kosuke and Emily fill their bellies as toys with burgers and fries from a famous store they bought on the way through the driveway.

"... Emily, what's going on?

Unexpectedly, Kosuke asked. Emily turns her gaze to Kosuke, pointing her potatoes a little like squirrels.

"What's going on?

"No, I had some kind of distant eye. Tired?"

"Ah, yeah. It's okay. It's just that I already know this neighborhood, so I thought I'd be back. But when I came back before, I had a lot of souvenir to talk about, but this time..."

Apparently, deep and heavy emotions have swirled in comparison to what happened when I returned home before and this time. It seems that Emily's heart has also been stirred up by the scenery of her hometown and the feeling of being incapable of describing it in the sky burning in orange, as the orange of the sunset stirs up the loneliness of people for no reason.

As for Emily's, Kosuke, who knows the terrific circumstances of the past few days, I'm not sure how to return the word. I know I should say something, but I just can't find a good word for wandering my gaze. At a time like this, I envy the well-rounded mouth of a certain fan.

Emily, with a pale grin at Kosuke's appearance, once again returned the words, "It's okay" when she drank up the drink at hand.

Vanessa, who was watching the exchange between the two people in the back seat over the back mirror, reluctantly opened her mouth to Emily, even in the place of Kosuke.

"Um, Dr. Grant..."

"No more. Don't worry about Vanessa either. Because I'm fine."

"No, I don't think so very much. Dr. Grant, the limit is something that comes sooner than you think."

I see a serious look outside Vanessa, over the back mirror. Emily accidentally got stuck in the words. Kosuke said, "The boulder is a Sheriff's Department agent. You know a lot about how to take care of people involved in a case," he said.

"Is your bladder really okay?

"What are you worried about!?

Of course, I was worried about the dignity of my brilliant daughter, Emily.

"Whether it was at the store earlier or at the gas station in front of it, Dr. Grant didn't go to the bathroom. Nonetheless, you drink large coke and two cups of coffee. I'm very worried that you won't get hurt again."

"Well, well, well, well."

"But I don't even think that Dr. Grant, who has already made two painful failures, would cheaply take such optimistic action. Dr. Grant......"

"Hey, what's up?"

Vanessa's eyes over the back mirror gleam sparklingly at Emily, who is already about half smaller with her alertness and shame out.

"Hello, have you woken up?

"Duh, what do you mean?

Pure Emily can't grasp the intent of the question. The boy next door grasps it, of course. Vanessa asked, as she had decided.

"For the pleasure of urinating"

"Ahhhhh!! You won't wake up like that!? You want to pervert me?

Emily's Unknown World Pt. 2. There's no way anyone feels better about the crude phase in public! With someone like that, that person is definitely a pervert!

Of course, there's no way Emily woke up to such a special pleasure. So Emily looked like she was in a hurry and said to Kosuke, "Because it's not! Really, because it's not! I'm not such a pervert! Believe me, this is how it works," he complains.

"Oh, calm down. Nothing, 'cause I don't think you're a pervert."

"Really? Really? This suki-"

Emily tries to say something. But it is Vanessa Quality that runs the magnificent intercept there.

"You're not awake... Mr K, I'm sorry to hear that?

"There's no way! You're not making me a pervert naturally!

"Here, here, this way!? Are you after my" that "? Am I happier with perverts!? I don't... I'm in trouble!

"That's not true! Why are you a little lost!? Are you in trouble? You have to strongly deny there!

Chaos maker Vanessa. Its abilities were unfortunately demonstrated and Kosuke and Emily were knocked into the crucible of confusion!

"Hmm. You're going to have a big problem ahead of you, really, I'm fine. Both of you, enough fighting."

"You shut up already!!

"You shut up already!!

Kosuke and Emily's breathtaking scratch burst. Vanessa gives one person the expression "I can't solve it".

Releasing Vanessa scattering a bomb of words at such a natural, the scenery around her began to change with Emily's desperate excuse for Kosuke and Kosuke's desperate forgiveness for Emily.

I went all over town. Some buildings are expensive, but more or less retro.

"Vanessa, I need you to keep going north through the center of town. You'll see the river in a while. There are also restaurants nearby that serve delicious pies. There's a pretty sign out there, so you'll see soon enough."

"Copy that. I've never been here before... but it's a beautiful town inside."

While there are brick chic buildings, there are also glazed buildings. But it never meant they were damaging each other's landscapes. I get such a tender impression that both the new and the old are embracing each other.

It's all over the city, where the sun is mostly falling, and all the locals' expressions are calm. While holding a bag filled with food, he walks relaxed on the cobblestone sidewalk. He was quiet and had the impression that the passage of time seemed cozy and slow.

That became more pronounced as we walked away from the town centre into the suburbs. It is greener, with houses of the same color, the same style arranged neatly, creating a similar shadow. No heart, I feel like I've calmed down to the sunset light.

Vanessa drives according to Emily's instructions. On his first return in a long time, Kosuke filled his body with more tension, as opposed to Emily, who looked slightly more like he was standing. Of course, considering the possibility of ambushes by other forces.

However, contrary to expectations, there was no black painted car parked. I can see my father, my children playing cheerfully with cackles, and my mother, who bitterly urges me to come into your house when it's time. There's no sign of strife, it's really peaceful air.

"Ah, there it is. Um, a house with a white van parked! The lights are on. Fathers, I think I'm at home."

Emily leaks a howling voice. The white van belongs to Carl, Emily's father. It is an automobile that still has a loan, which my grandmother, Sheila, bought a few years ago to be able to ride every wheelchair. Blue light vehicles also stop next to them. It belongs to Sophie, the mother.

Park the car in front of the house. As soon as possible, Vanessa stopped Emily from trying to jump out. And while carefully exploring the surroundings from inside the car, take the gun out of your pocket and pull the slide.

"Let's go with caution. But don't leave me. Dr. Grant."

"Ugh, yeah. I know."

With her hands on the engine keys, Vanessa looks at Chirali and Kosuke. Kosuke was turning off his usual irritating atmosphere and giving his surroundings a serious look, but eventually, he got a puzzled look.

"Mr. K, what's wrong? Any disturbing signs?

"............... No, there are no disturbing signs. No... that's why it's so disturbing."

"? What does that mean?

Kosuke did not answer Vanessa's question immediately, but often turned his gaze toward the house. As Emily's expression cast a shadow of anxiety on her unusual appearance, Endo shook her head and said in a reluctant voice to care for Emily.

"... in the house, no sign of people"

"Huh?"

Emily tilted her neck. My parents' car is parked and the lights in the house are on. It's a sign that you have a family. Yet there are no people. A bad feeling swells up in my chest.

Vanessa, on the other hand, raised one eyebrow again and got a surprised look. Vanessa's "signs" are visible signs that people are peering in the shadows of some house or that vehicles don't fit the landscape.

How do you know what's in the invisible house...

"Anyway, I can't help being like this. Let's go in. Maybe he's just out in the neighborhood for a little while."

"Oh, right. I'm sure you are."

Realizing Emily's anxious look, Kosuke prompted her to act early. And I'm just gonna cut ahead and get out of the car. Vanessa's doubts were buried in her chest because of such Kosuke's actions.

He crosses a well-maintained lawn and comes up a slope that still feels new that would have been refurbished for the wheelchair and in front of the front door.

Emily chimed. And he said, "Father! Mother! Grandma! It's Emily! She's not here?" and speak up. But as Kosuke's words proved correct, there was no response back from inside the house.

Emily, naturally, took the key to the house from Pochette that it would be locked if she was away. And I try to plug in and open the key...

"Oh, that?

The key was open from the beginning. Just because it's a quiet residential neighborhood, it can't be that the whole family pays for it with the house unlocked. Emily's cheek cramped.

"Father! Mother! It's me! You're not here!? Grandma! Where!?

"Dr. Grant! Calm down!"

Vanessa rushes to stop Emily, who opens the door to the front door and steps into her home like she can't stay or stand.

But I haven't received that warning in Emily's ear. The abnormality that is happening at home gives rise to a mind that thinks of family. Running around the house desperately supporting a heart that is going to be smeared with agony and fear. While calling my family. I just wanted to say, "I'm home." "Welcome back."

But there was no one in the living room with the lights on, in the kitchen where my mother was supposed to be standing with an apron by now, in the washroom, upstairs in the bedroom, in Emily's room.

"Chi, it's not. Hey, we're all just out. Oh, yeah. I'm sure he's at Mr. McBurney's or Aunt Hannah's."

"Emily."

"Wait, I'll call you right away. Then I'll introduce you properly to Vanessa and this sort of thing -"

"Emily-Grant!

"Eh."

Kosuke called out in a strong tone Emily as she tried to get out of the house with a dry grin. Emily, who stood in shock and tremble, looked back in an irresistible motion, as if she were a machine that forgot to oil.

Emily's eyes showed Kosuke with a harsh expression taking the tablet that was placed on the table in the living room. Something Emily missed earlier. Well, for sure, it didn't belong to the Grant family.

Because

"To me, is that..."

Yes, the display of the tablet in its activated state showed Vanessa-Paradi's name. There's no way Emily's family, who shouldn't know Vanessa exists, has something like that in place.

That means that just a few hours ago, there was someone in this house who knew Vanessa, other than the Grant family...

Emily's complexion stained pale. Unexpectedly, flutter. Kosuke quickly supported Emily.

Inspired by Kosuke's gaze, Vanessa touches the tablet.

Then the tablet reflected some room. It's a normal studio with no particular appearance of rustling. There is a fabric sofa and a wooden table. No one. Apparently, they're installing tablets to record footage.

And, after a beat, the door that was on the edge of the camera opened. From there came the wheelchair, the old woman on it. And he was about the same age as a woman anxiously kicking around, grabbing the arm of that man with a forty past man who gave the impression of being somewhere weak, pushing that wheelchair.

"Oh, Grandma, Father, Mother"

The screaming Emily's voice is a wooden spirit.

There is no particular appearance of harm being done. I'm just not sure, but I can't believe they brought me here. But that's why Emily collapsed naggingly when she saw a family that had been identified by someone.

Shortly afterwards, the video was puffy and the interrupted display darkened. When I thought maybe, I would try to float slowly to see the time after a few hours, and then the map of the aerial photos would start to appear. It is as if the evil taste of those who prepare it is revealed.

"This is... apparently a warehouse district. Just kidding."

Vanessa told me to throw up. By its side, Emily is getting smaller with her knees and head. A series of events, also called trauma of losing a loved one, flashes back through the brain.

Maybe I'll lose my family too...

The fear plunges Emily into a naught of fear and despair, suppressing the mission entrusted to her brother and sisters. I listen to everything, so please don't hurt my family, I want to cry and beg.

Such an Emily, soft and harsh, warm and sharp, such a voice can be heard.

"Emily, it's okay. I don't know where they are, but there's no way they fought at home, or Emily's family. They want Emily's help, so even if they can use it to threaten their family, it won't hurt them that easily. You know, I know it just makes Emily feel hostile beyond despair."

"Here's the thing, Ke."

Kosuke gently takes Emily's hand holding her head and slowly lowers it.

"Emily knows the pain of being kept alive, let go and entrusted to her. If you stop here now, it will surely be the same again"

"No, no! No more."

With a crooked, distorted look, Emily raised her voice. Kosuke nodded, "Right," and now he pulled his hand and made Emily stand up.

"-" If there's ever a time in your life when you should be excited, that's now, this is the time. Now burn your soul. "

"Huh?"

"It's a sale for a friend. But once upon a time, when I failed miserably, I could get excited again with these words. I could hang my whole body against people like monsters. Thanks to you, I can stay here now."

"Here's the thing..."

Emily loses her words. As such, Kosuke's words now were "heavy." Zushiri and so much so that it echoes in the back of a weak heart.

Kosuke's sharp eyes, like warriors of war, pierce Emily straight through.

"For Emily-Grant, I'm sure this is the time to burn your soul. Step on it, screw your teeth, and let's scream at you." Who can say what? "Don't lick me, motherfucker!"

Words as hot as boiling magma. Brilliant eyes, yet, keep Emily pierced.

Therefore, Emily's reply has been decided.

"Yeah. Yeah!

The soul sinking into the swamp of despair has now burned up again. Emily shook Kosuke's hand back hard as she remained in the grip.

"This kind of thing, it helps, doesn't it?

"Oh. That's what I said. I can help. Emily's family, let's definitely help."

Emily's eyes glowed like stars in full heaven. The distance between the two is so close that they can feel each other exhale. It's like saying that's the distance between your heart and your heart.

"... Should I read the air and go outside? Or should I interrupt with" Don't forget me, Pleas "? That's the problem."

Vanessa groans.

Needless to say Emily flew off Huppah and Kosuke like a handsome cat. And it goes without saying that I remembered my super proximity to the boy and got smaller in shame.

In the night book or the time I got off completely, my car headlights ripped the night darkness off of a warehouse town out of town. The car, which proceeded with the prudence that it was time to describe, eventually entered a place surrounded by tall buildings.

Headlights illuminate black painted automobiles ahead.

With the headlights on, Vanessa and Emily, and Kosuke, descend from the car. Vanessa takes the lead, followed by Kosuke and Emily. Emily grabs the hem of Kosuke's clothes cuddly.

The headlights on the black painted car opposite each other lit up as if against each other. People come out of the black painted car in front of the vigilant Vanessas. I don't know for sure with the headlight backlight, but Vanessa somehow figured it out.

And I think: "Oh, I knew you did". At the same time, he said, "Kimberly was better yet".

"Agent Paradise. You've taken care of me a long time. You're supposed to be disciplined and dismissed, right?

It was the reality I wanted to deny if I could, that I sounded cuttlefish and footsteps and made that look.

Director of the National Security Agency - Sharon-Magdanes, it was that person.