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

"... Byabya, are you sure that was a good idea?

After they had left, he called out to Bjabiya, still staring ahead.

There is no one else yet, and only me and Byya remain here.

Master Geena worried about staying and asked me to go with her.

I don't really understand love. I'm sure I won't be able to help, so I'm sorry, but when I leave it to Farna.

"Farna, his, his face, did you see it?

"What, face?

I've seen her cry down. I know I didn't get her thoughts.

That's why I was worried to speak up, and I thought my voice would return, which I'm sure would be hard.

But unexpectedly, her voice was very bright and a strange reply.

I can't read the intent and lean my neck.

"My, true, appearance. Know, Ru, Him"

"... you showed it to me"

"Yeah."

Her appearance is far from universal.

Of course there are some of us who look very much like worms and beasts, and others who look almost the same as worms.

But all of those beings are familiar to some extent, living beings they know as beings.

But she's not. Her race is too different from other races.

Its body, which does not fall under most creatures.

Of course there are things like the heart. But the majority of that body is tentacles and does not have a defined shape.

If she doesn't wear clothes and moves so that she can move easily, it will often be repelled.

Now that her presence has become widely known, her aversion is diminishing, but those who see her for the first time are nevertheless under pressure.

And once you see that, not many of you will have feelings of disgust.

That's why her body, her clan, oh so pretends to be in the shape of a person.

"I hugged him earlier, and he didn't, and he didn't. That place, tender, face, pointed at me."

"... well, it certainly was"

"He told me that my, my best, was, nice. Look at me. Look at me. To me, that's enough."

I don't usually talk too much for her outside of work. Very rapturous for her, she talks about her feelings for him.

The voice is very gentle and warm. So much so that I can tell you that I'm really talking to you with all my heart.

Real girlfriend. It's not any problem with her appearance or anything like that, she says she's nice the way she is.

Is that what you said about a woman named Byabya being a nice person?

I think that's very rare as a people.

Even if Mr. Tallow is not prejudiced, it is amazing in itself that ordinary people can see what she really is and treat her favorably.

"He doesn't scare me, all over my body, with tentacles, covered. Scared, didn't"

"... yes, what"

I've never heard anything about that area before. That's probably what happened before.

That day, the day you showed me your weakness and pity.

"He, in his body, tightened, even if he was, resisted, instead, hugged, returned, gave me,"

Her voice, which speaks of the time, has nothing dark. Seems like he's really happy to talk about it.

Like you're showing people your treasures.

The gaze remains the same, staring in the direction they left.

Even though I don't see the look on my face at all behind me, I feel like it's a full smile for some reason.

Of course, I haven't really understood her expression, even if I've peeked at her for a long time.

"He's, nice, man. I can't go with him because I like him."

"That's what I don't get. Because I'm... hard."

I can't do what she says. I don't think so.

If I can't be by that guy's side anymore, I feel something heavy coming out of my chest.

That's why I was worried about her when it happened.

Even though it's hard not to get people to turn around favorably, I can't even be around.

We don't mind that Byya threw everything away and followed him.

It hurts to be gone, but there's no way you don't want your dear friend to be happy.

Geena wanted that too, which is why she pushed her back as a friend.

"I, like, became, like, like me, say, he"

"I like you, Mr. Tallow, did you say that?

"Yeah."

"Then why?"

If he said a word of favor, why is this happening?

Then if Mr. Tallow likes Byabya, you should have followed him.

Why did you cry so hard?

Some thoughts I wanted to complain to her arose in my chest, but I couldn't speak.

"I love you all. Dear Gina, your companions, your children. He looked at me like that. And I, too, am proud of myself. So, that's good."

He favored her the way she was, because the way she is now is nice and preferable.

The fact that she abandons everything means that she will no longer be.

I don't know if he'll like her like that, and above all, he won't admit it.

Yes, because she said so, I couldn't ask any more questions.

"You're strong, Byabya. I'm sure I don't think so."

She's really amazing. It's not just about this one, I keep looking at the future.

There is no doubt that the consequences of Byabya's actions have greatly affected Ligarat.

But at first, there were behaviors that no one would understand. Still, she kept getting results.

I was shown her strong will many times and made aware of my weakness many times.

"Strong, no. Strong, no, no, no, no."

"Shigeru?

"It was really, really strong, la, nothing, I don't need. Weak, hence the sickle. I want a place. Warm, place, depend, do. To me, take, throw everything away is the same as throwing yourself away. I'm scared, I can't do it."

That's what I said. She turns over here and walks over to me.

And then he hugs me and slaps me gently on the back with a pom.

"So it's okay. You're here. You're where I belong. So, hey, don't worry, don't. Don't look hard, it's good. I am, in this country, staying, happy, what, because"

She spoke gently in my ear and stroked me like an abalone.

I was supposed to be there to encourage you, but somehow I am cared for and encouraged.

"... too different from the usual silence, my lady"

"He was told something similar. This, from there, let's change it a little, shall we?"

"I think that would be better. If you talk properly, you're a warm man."

"Yeah, but thanks."

He's thanking me, stroking my head, and for some reason I'm crying.

I'm not supposed to be the one who's hard, but I can't stop crying.

I hugged her hard, held her gently, tears strangely overflowing.

"Yeah, I knew it, I was, happy, right? Thank you, my, for, cry for me."

"... really, you're a loser character, a worried person"

"Yeah, so, I'll, uh, keep it up."

"I'm glad you're here."

In tears, we tell each other we will continue to walk with this man.

Very warm, kind, nice woman, but with this guy who worries too much about self-sacrifice.

It's supposed to be you who really has to cry, but this guy who thanks me for watching you cry like that makes me so warm and worried.

But I still want this guy to be happy one day.

This man should be happier than anyone else in this country.

So now, let's just hope that one day someone nicer than him will show up before her.

I sincerely pray that someone she can sweeten without sacrificing herself will show up.