At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"... um, after all, power, it's increasing"

I ran black, checked my condition, and felt a little more power.

It's not that big of a change, but it's just a little more.

I would say the cause, or the reason would be the destruction of the ruins.

The shards of the nucleus your father destroyed, and even more shards of it, are inside me.

Maybe, but I think what your father broke was a connection that could exist as a nucleus.

The absence of it prevented the nucleus from maintaining its existence.

I think it's a big cause that I didn't restore enough functionality to be able to move in a single unit.

And the shards that could no longer be maintained entered me.

Not to take over me, but to bury it in me.

"... maybe I'm different, but the nuclear thing is stable."

This body is shaped in close proximity to man. Functions are basically the same as humans.

It's just that in the back of my body, there's clearly something different from people, but now I know.

Besides, my body moves like a child in a vegan state, but it's sturdy in the same way.

I wonder if he's unconsciously defending himself. You really don't know the area.

"... Gret, delicious?

When asked, Gret answers with a guff.

Gret is eating fish that I caught when I was doing a lot of work to make sure I was strong.

My mother said that raw fish would be dangerous if not treated, so I baked them once.

Yeah, I burned it. I let the fire out. I was wondering if I could burn it somehow, and there was a fire.

It's not like the sorcery your fathers use, the power that you use something in you.

It was kind of difficult to adjust the output and made it burn to pieces.

"... I'll eat too"

Take a small fish that has been cooked well and mouth it with a shade.

... not tasty. I don't know about that.

Gret looks delicious, but I don't think it tastes very good.

"... Gret, why do you look so delicious?

When I ask with my neck tilted, Gret also gurgles with his neck tilted, huh? It rang all the time.

But I will soon resume eating the fish at my feet.

I knew it looked delicious and I'm eating it with great joy.

The meat just looks delicious cooked too, and I wonder if Gret has a different tongue after all.

Your father didn't want to give you too much of the thick flavor.

I'm better cooked by my father and mother. [M]

"... I should have taken it home and had it cooked by your mother or father"

Keep the fish beside the gret, which only feels good when cooked.

That way you'll probably eat after you've finished what you're eating right now.

I'm done. [M] It has no flavor, it has a strong odor, and it is not tasty at all.

I'll help occasionally, but I've never cooked very well, so I guess I'll learn sometime.

Perhaps it would be a good idea for your father to tell you. Because I think it's more distracting.

"... Father, you've been a little bit impossible lately."

Po groaned softly as he stroked Gret, and he was returned with gefu and gep as if he was finished eating.

It looks delicious and satisfying. The fish was also medium large, so my stomach would have swelled a lot.

He sounds satisfied and rubs his forehead against my face.

"... Okay, okay... Hey, Gret, do you like your father?

When I heard him stroking, Gret sounded gaffed, not saying of course

Oh, well, Gret likes your father, too.

But I wonder why Gret doesn't understand your father's words.

When your father talks, he usually leans his neck and looks strange.

"... how come you don't know what your father's talking about?

Gret leans his neck to my question, and I lean my neck the same way.

I wonder if Gret doesn't know why either.

But if you still like your father, is that all right?

I like your father, too. Love it.

I really like your father, who makes you sweet and sweet.

"... because I like your father, so you can't tell me."

Every time I destroy the ruins, maybe I'm becoming something a little different.

Of course, the situation is stable now, and there's nothing like being taken over.

But no doubt, just a little bit, but it's changing.

If I keep breaking it like this, I wonder if it will turn out to be something completely different. That's a little scary and anxious.

But that's not why I'm stopping the ruins from being destroyed.

That's what your father and mother want, and that's what I want right now.

Someday, to find my brother. And to never lose when we meet.

We cannot stop the destruction of the ruins to ensure the slaughter of our brothers with this hand.

"... never, I'm not going to let you kill me"

At the same time that I've decided to kill my brothers, I don't think I can ever lose.

I am aware of the happiness in my hand, and I am not willing to let it go.

I have a desire to free my brothers, but that and this is a different story.

I kill my brothers, even if it's not me, because I'm me.

"... if I told your father, he'd do more than that."

It's only a prediction, but it's possible for your father to blow the nukes completely.

But it gives your father a further load, even though it is now overloaded.

If you repeat that, the limit will come not so far away.

Even though, your father is the one who makes the impotence look fine.

I do a lot of things in a casual way, but your father ignores the screams of his own body.

Your father's special fortified magic is a good example.

You know, it's not a light story that you're torturing your body. Suicide is one step ahead.

"... so your father needs more rest."

If you stay like this, your father will really die.

I don't know a clear reason, but I feel that way when I'm staring at your father.

I've been recovering a little lately, but I don't think I can do it without a little more rest.

Your mother left that decision to me, so I'll give your father some rest.

Because if you don't, I'm sure your father will try to destroy more and more ruins.

The truth is, if I can, I'd love to, but when I get inside the ruins, I just protect myself and I'm all over it.

So I really need your father's hand to destroy it.

"... annoying"

If I can at least perfectly control my power, I'm sure it's different again.

Thanks to Mr. Geena, I have a lot of control, but it's hard to say it's still complete.

When I try to do everything I can, my consciousness gradually goes crazy.

"... nasty."

I can't really get my thoughts or directions together, so I get annoying and stop thinking about it for now.

And as I stroked Gret, I uttered words I couldn't help but say.

These days I feel like I'm imitating your father's renunciation of thought.

Your mother's pissed me off a lot, but sometimes I think she needs it.

Especially for someone like your father, I guess it's a bad act if you don't.

"... it's time to go home"

The sun is starting to fall, and your father worries when it gets too late.

Speaking to Gret, he lay me down with a grunt.

So let me honestly put you on my back and go back to the inn with Gret's feet.

I'm walking with Totetote, but Gret's a big step, so it's faster than I walk.

I roll over the gret thinking I can go back to the inn before the sun goes down.

Plumpy and pleasant.

"Wake me up when you get there."

Ask that, meditate your eyes.

Gret sounds fine with Gao and walks me not to shake too much.

I closed my eyes feeling the warmth on Grett's back, thinking he was a smart kid.