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

I've gotten used to it lately, but it's still uncomfortable to stay in a space where the top of the country is.

So when I saw how Mr. Strasia was doing, I decided to let her use me.

I was willing to help her, but the truth is that you made me run away pretending to care for her.

Mr. Tallow is always envious of himself.

He doesn't care who he meets, who he is, or under any circumstances, he doesn't change much.

Of course I know there are times when I'm nervous, but basically I think that tension between people is an unrelated person.

When I came to say hello to your father, it was amazing. It was always the same.

After I took her away, I prepared some hot water to clean her up for now.

I couldn't leave my makeup on a boulder because it was terrible with tears.

I waited for her to stop crying and left my seat, and with my stuff I came bad but with makeup tools.

"Mr. Strasia, are you calm?

She looks in trouble when she asks as she performs her makeup fix sitting up for adults.

I guess it would have been better if I had finished all my makeup and taken another breath or so.

You're not sure you're going to put makeup on your original face in the first place, are you?

Because I'm with my sister and I only wear makeup to such an extent that I don't really change my face.

"... yes, I'm sorry to show you the ugly stuff"

My voice is solid, so I guess I won't have to cry anymore.

I don't know why I was crying, but if I heard that, I'd cry again.

In the meantime, priority will be given to finishing the makeup by drawing conclusions to put it behind us.

It'll take a lot of time, and in the meantime, it'll come with a little sorting of minds.

'Something's wrong with your face again. Interesting.'

Huck laughs happily when he sees her face.

The words made her look even more troubled.

Even if they make me look like that, I get in trouble too. 'Cause she said she couldn't reproduce it herself.

I'm wearing makeup instead, but I'm still not going to be able to reproduce it completely.

"Mr. Strasia has a good face, so I don't think he needs any extra dark makeup."

The original face has an active, cute face, but she looks exactly like a noble lady in makeup.

It's not that the latter is bad, but I think I don't have to wear thick makeup because it's well done.

At first, I thought it might be deliberate not to let us do it, but it doesn't seem so.

"... Mr. Cigal is beautiful, but because I look mediocre"

If you normally call something cute mediocre, I'm sure she's mediocre.

But in her case, if you get dressed up and wear it pretty well, that should make you a nice woman.

I don't think you need to be so despised. Because she's cute with her face without having to flatter me.

I'm glad you compliment me on that, but I'm not the beauty everyone turns to.

I have a lot of confidence in my appearance, but there's a hell of a lot of people right next door.

"I'm me, and there's always someone cute and pretty next door, so it's tough, huh?

Inai, your sister is always cute.

Your sister's appearance hasn't changed at all since I first saw her, when she was completely disengaged.

You'll always look like a very cute girl. I don't think I'm over twenty years older than myself.

On top of that, a little makeup makes me beautiful all at once. That's against the rules.

"It's usually about sunscreen and moisturizing, and it looks like that even though I don't wear a lot of makeup. What beautiful skin for those tiny eyes. It would be too cute. Don't be so clever."

"... Mr. Sigal, angry, don't you?

When I was talking about your sister, she asked me how I was feeling, not that reply.

I tried to calm her mind while I was talking to the public, but apparently that made her unnecessarily anxious.

"To be honest, I think I'm just a little angry."

"I'm sorry... but is that a little?

"Yeah. That's just awesome, too. I hardly feel angry."

smile back at Mr. Strasia's query. Nothing. I don't want to blame her.

Of course, I was a little uncomfortable acting against Mr. Tallow, but I didn't think she challenged Mr. Tallow because she wanted to hurt him.

Whenever Mr. Tallow makes an unexpected move, he loses his temper to be angry when he looks so amused that his attacks won't pass.

Plus, I have something I could see thanks to her. So I can't be unnecessarily angry.

"... me, I love Mr. Tallow"

"Uh, yeah."

She replies in confusion to what only sounds like my abrupt love affair.

I continued, smiling bitterly at the way it was going.

"Mr. Tallow will always be my favorite Mr. Tallow. A strong, well-dressed, gentle, but poorly dressed, weak person. Glad to see that guy's most dressed moment."

Mr. Tallow was thrilled to watch as he was competing with her.

I was worried, I was anxious, and I have a hard time seeing him get hurt.

But more than that, I really like him for drawing people's thoughts and stomping on them.

There's no need to win that battle separately. It doesn't hurt him to lose.

But that battle, because he's him, because he's my favorite Mr. Tallow, he'll never give up. I love that guy because he's like that.

I like him usually too, but I don't like the moment I can see that heart of his.

"If I knew he'd be worn out, I wouldn't be able to stop him. Your sister might stop you, but I can never stop you. Because I love that guy. Of course, I'm worried about what you're usually unscrupulous about."

It seems that the amount of impotence in osmotic immortality will sound later, so I don't want it to happen.

I love him for his hard work, but I love him for his gentle serenity just as much as I usually do.

If we can, the three of us want to be grandparents together.

"So I can't stop you. I can't blame you. Because I love Mr. Tallow, I'm not even willing to be angry with the other lady that he thought he couldn't pull off. Above all, this is Mr. Tallow's win, and I wonder if there's anywhere I can think of that."

It's somewhat trivial.

At least not enough to chase someone who's crying and snagging.

"... that's nice. I really sincerely think so. Awesome, envious."

She gave me a slight glimpse of my words, but I meditated on my eyes to chew them back.

I think our thoughts and words are a little off each other, and I laugh so much at her words.

I'm sure she wants to think of herself that way with someone she likes.

"So you don't have to worry too much about me."

"Yeah, thanks. But I'm sorry."

"Fine, fine. Don't apologize. I don't think Mr. Tallow and the others care much."

"Really?

"Really."

Listening to my light reply, she exhaled as if she was in deep relief.

I know your sister has a few things to think about, though, but you probably don't have to because I don't think you're going to tell her herself. He said he'd take revenge on the Grand Duke.

"By the way, may I ask why you were crying?

"Ugh... well..."

Asking her why she was crying, she looked very hard to say.

Kroto, I know it's early to ask because you were there, but I have to go back for it.

I don't want to go back even though I ran away on purpose, and I guess that's okay if she doesn't answer.

That's what I was thinking. She gave me a good reason.

I just feel like I can't tell you why. I don't know what to do, this.

From her description, it just sounds like she has a desire to be "beaten down by others".

I also know that I don't like "deliberately losing" because of its poor quality.

I want to lose but I don't want to lose. No, I want to lose, but I want to lose properly.

And he says he's sick of himself recognizing that it's a very pleasant object.

This stinks. The person has become an irresistible sexuality.

I think maybe losing intentionally could result in an extra build-up of cravings and getting violent.

Besides, there will be fewer humans per se who can fight her decently, but there are fewer who can beat her.

I have a solution for once, but I guess I can't answer it a bit at my own discretion.

"Well, your condition, there's a way to get rid of it, but..."

"Really!?

"Yeah, I just need to talk to your sister"

"Oh, please!

Mr. Strasia bows his head vigorously to my words.

It's just that the only thing I can fix is to relieve her of that urge.

I can't help him swallow it. If it's your own desire, you have to be good with it, and it's just hard not to give up and admit it.

When I told her about it, she nodded even though her eyes died a little.

Um, maybe a little sympathy. Because I have a desire not to fulfill one of mine in another direction.

I think you'd like to give in to Mr. Tallow on the bed, but it's not funny if you're irresistible...