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

I did it. I have to admit I was in a bit of a hurry.

I just wanted to apologize for that day and I didn't want to give you a weird misunderstanding.

Apologies to the person are not accepted, they are cold rejected by Master Stell, and his parents are pushing him away to do something about themselves. I think your mother's just having fun...

My brother is angry about this, so he will never help me.

Would Mr Sigal be able to help me if he were here? No, she won't be the one to help.

Because I wounded her loved one in front of her.

Of course I thought the apology might be unacceptable, but it's very hard when it gets cold so far.

If you try to at least make sure there's no weird misconceptions, Mr. Tallow will be a dead eye, and your brother will frighten you, and everyone else will laugh...

Now that I'm calm, I realize that I've done it, but until just now, it was full of things.

That and this is because of that bloody noise that I don't understand well. Without that, this would not have happened.

I was definitely confused back then.

It was just something I would never do and never tell you.

That's not me. I don't want that.

... Still, I guess I'll have to get along well with this in the future.

Even though I don't want this stuff, and I don't want this stuff, I'm not like your mother.

Blood really makes a scene. An uncontrollable urge boils from within the chest.

Now is the time to manage to calm down and have a conversation, but the day after I fought him was terrible.

I was too much of myself to step out of the room.

I was so scared that I wouldn't know what I'd do next time I went outside.

Honestly, I still have feelings swirling in my chest that I can't help but want to get busted.

Disgusting. Do I have to take such disgusting things all the time?

I can't bother people because of this stuff, and on top of that, I can't do anything painful myself.

That's half true and I'm aware it's half a lie.

The original I do reject this power. I reject this thought.

But I do exist that I really think is' delightful 'after all.

This is my thought, not mine.

With such bitterness for a few days, the boundaries between one's reason and the impulse that springs up are gradually becoming obscure.

I can say I'm calm now because of that, and I think I can say it's because of that.

My chest impulse has settled in me, so I can calm down.

It's like I'm sane but crazy right now.

Is your mother the same as this? Because what is the princess of war?

Someday the crazy princess I heard somewhere would be cheeky more right.

This is not the kind of thing a sane person holds, and he's obviously out of his mind.

There can't be a decent person with such a destructive urge and a desire for abuse in his chest.

I can still better understand 'I enjoy competing'. This one of mine is not like that.

It is an inexplicable desire to wield all its power and be crushed on top of it.

He wants to be overthrown by the mighty and still be overthrown on top of it.

Disgusting. Too disgusting. The calm part of me thinking about it makes me nauseous.

What do I think can be such an inexplicable thought circuit?

Still, that thought is smoking all the time in me right now.

I want to do it with him again. He wants him to taste that pleasant defeat.

If you don't even hate your own death as a result, the monster that dwells in your chest is barking.

"Hard..."

I squeal watching everyone bickering a little farther apart.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry, but I'm sure that won't do it.

I have to think of something to show my gratitude for, more than just being cold on him and on Master Steel.

I really can't think of that.

I also thought about compensating you for the money. "Miss Stell is trying to fit it in small, but you don't want to keep such a record," your father told me, and then you won't be able to make precious metals etc.

I also tried to say if it was a body I would personally give it to, but that was rejected as well.

There is not much that can be done when that happens. I can't think of any other means but to bow my head.

Some people will think about giving themselves away, but I'm sorry about the boulder.

Mr. Tallow is someone who has two daughters-in-law, and it doesn't taste good to put it in his mouth as a proposal because he doesn't seem to resist that. This body wants you to have whoever you want.

While I'm a noble daughter, luckily I don't have to live like a courtier in another country.

If this country had a good kingdom system, I would have been offered a body.

As long as that happens, you'd better be able to beat him to the ground with all your might.

That said, it won't reach him at all in me right now.

My limitations now were visible in the fight against him the other day. I probably can't reach that one now, no matter how I scratch my feet.

If we're going to do it anyway, we'll work it out again, and we'll have a more heartfelt defeat -.

"No, no, no..."

Deny your thoughts as if they roared small so that no one could hear you.

So why do you think in that direction? It won't be. I don't want that.

I'll be with whoever I want and be a pretty daughter-in-law.

Because I learned how to do it properly, and I made sure that I could do the chores myself.

I don't want to do anything to satisfy such a perverted preference.

I want to be bashed down. Though you really won't know what that means.

Oh, disgusting. Disgusting. I'm supposed to feel sick from the bottom of my heart, but I still feel sick from the bottom of my heart that any desire to do it doesn't go away. I can't stop myself from nauseating at my own thoughts.

"I knew it was hard..."

Unexpectedly, he leaks his face down and a painful grunt about the situation.

It feels really hard as if someone else lives in me.

I'm so afraid that the disgust that was all after the exhilaration disappeared is fading over time.

"... are you okay?

"Eh."

Speaking up, he looked up in a panic.

In front of me, Mr. Tallow's son, Kroto, I wonder if you're worried... about this.

He gave me words of care with a look I didn't understand very well.

I felt no sign at all. I certainly wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't been able to speak up.

I'm supposed to be a lot more acute now than I was before.

"Shh, I'm sorry, it's okay. Never mind."

"... yeah."

I replied hastily, but he looks up at me still without moving after a small nod.

I wonder what they're going to say about injuring your father.

If I made you a kid, you'd be the bad guy your father was abusing.

"... maybe because I just woke up. So, for a while, it's okay."

If he thought he was going to talk to Mr. Tallow, he said he didn't really understand.

He continued quietly when he could not understand the explanation and could not return it successfully.

"... my thoughts dwell like a curse. But now it's yours. So it may be hard for a while, but it's okay"

"- Could it be you're talking about this impulse?

To my question, Kroto snorted. [M] I wonder what the hell he sees.

No, if his words were truer than that, would this suffering be the only one now?

I decided to ask softly just to make sure.

"Do you mean to disappear one day?

"... no. Just gonna be able to contain it."

"What, this urge won't go away?

"... that's what you have. I also have your own desires. Not all of it was entrusted to me."

"Uh..."

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I mean, which of these impulses is my desire?

It's all gone. That can't be right. 'Cause I've never thought about this before.

I don't originally want to fight, and I don't have the pleasure of competing for power.

There can't be a desire to be beaten down by someone yet.

"... the desire for which the urge is strongest is probably yours"

"Strongest..."

This impulse in me is what the monster in me desires most strongly.

It's not about destructive impulses, getting stronger, or competing.

"Defeat to no excuse, no skin, after all the effort"

That's what I want most from this impulse.

I enjoy fighting. I enjoy competing. I enjoy being hit with this unusual force.

But the most desirable thing is the abusive wish that it still doesn't arrive.

"Stay, stay, stay."

If this thought was my own wish.

That, I didn't want to know the conclusion.

"- I'm not just a pervert."

Harder. Harder reality than just now.