I think I just might have wanted something.

Maybe he wanted to believe it.

Something.

Or someone.

That must have been, anything, anyone.

I just had her there. Coincidence, there he is.

I've been thinking about it in the white room for quite some time, but it still seemed like the time I was in that room was a flash in real life.

The moment I returned to the original woods, I was terribly tired and on my knees.

I gasped, groaned.

Get your hands on the ground filled with fallen leaves to breathe.

The smell of the thick woods poked my nose.

That smell, like falling leaves rotting and wet in the rain, mixed with worms and bird manure.

As I smell that unique smell, I feel depressed.

There were footsteps stepping on a carpet of fallen leaves and approaching.

If I gave you my face, the girl I helped from the oak was standing right near me.

The blouse in the middle uniform was a blur.

It is short sleeve because it is still summer clothing, but the right sleeve is torn to the root, and the white shoulder is exposed.

My chest was torn and I saw a valley of bras. I was trying to hide that with both hands, but it wasn't very successful.

I thought you were too short for me.

The skirt was also half torn and white pants could be seen gleaming from the base.

The body was full of punches and congestion.

My hands and legs peeled off and I was bleeding.

Her cheeks are also red and swollen because she was beaten badly.

Even from the mouth, it's bleeding.

All in all, it looked terrible.

Yet the girl's obsidian eyes stared straight at me, quietly.

I got the impression that you had tiny, big eyes.

I'm sure that's because you don't distract me.

You look so hurt and terrible, and I thought, "Why, I'm beautiful about the girl."

My pinky forehead is disturbed.

Long dark hair to the waist is caught with leaves and tree branches everywhere.

And yet, oh, glossy hair, I thought it was beautiful.

"You are."

My words were just meaningless whining.

I poked my mouth out. I didn't know what to say.

I was just overwhelmed.

But the girl seems to have found meaning in the word.

"I'm a junior middle school student, three pairs, Simozonoaris."

"Simozonoalis......"

He taught me kanji. Lower garden sub-rihizu (servant's/arsu).

I was introduced to myself. Then it would be polite to introduce yourself.

"Senior High School freshman, pair 2, Kazuhisa Hoya."

"Hoya......"

Alice lowered her head with a dust.

The leaves on the top of my head swayed permanently, as if they were idiot hairs common in comics.

Even though this is the time.

That made it seem kind of funny to me.

I chuckled unexpectedly.

"Thank you for your help..."

Alice raised her face and stared right at me...

Then I swept my cheeks more.

"What is it"

I panicked and explained the leaves above my head.

When it was bad that it was too hiccups, I walked away.

Alice Ham, and bent her mouth to the letter Heh.

Hold your chest with one hand, your eyes up, and, "Uh, uh," he mutters dumbfoundly, stretching his other hand over his head.

It didn't seem to take well.

I approached her softly and took the leaves that stuck in her hair.

Why, naturally, I could do that.

"Ahhh."

The girl pounds and looks up at me.

After I showed Alice the leaves, she threw them away.

"Uh... the"

View Alice. I have eyes on my chest.

Alice dyed her cheeks with shame.

"Don't look too giddy"

"Sorry."

Distract.

By the way, you know what?

"When we talk, look me in the eye."

What am I supposed to do?

I had no choice but to look into Alice's eyes.

The glow of obsidian almost sucked me by accident.

I was upset.

"Were you a jerk?

and made a very meaningless inquiry.

"Ah, yes. Thanks to you."

"Good. Um, in time."

No, I want to, that's not the point.

You know, Alice, that's not what you need to talk about right now.

I go back and forth and poison Alice in my heart.

Alice, you must be worried about a lot of things. The magic thing, the crow that's been stopping on my shoulder since just now?

Besides, I'm a man. You must be wary of me.

Anyway, that just happened.

Yeah, but what am I supposed to say to a girl who's about to get raped?

No, in the first place, isn't it clothes?

I should take off my uniform white shirt and use this...

Earlier in the fight, I realized that my white shirt was also blurry.

Alice looks at me and my poor white shirt alternately and laughs bitterly.

"Just how you feel, I'll take it"

"Ugh, yeah, sorry"

Bad. I can't hold the pace. On the contrary, it is self-destructing.

I felt like I wanted to shake my head. [M]

I wanted to escape from before her.

"Uh... why is Mr. Hoya glowing with his hands and legs?"

So it really helped that she asked me questions.

Oh, goddess. Alice suddenly looked divinely radiant.

I almost worshipped him by accident.

"Uh, this is..."

"Oh, excuse me. Sit down... okay?"

"Ah, oh.... I'm tired, so am I."

Me and Alice sat side by side.

I wondered if she would come a distance, but Alice lowered her hips right next to me, right next to the heat on her skin.

When I looked to the side, I looked down in relation to my height.

The gaze fits. Alice grinned.

I explained in an orderly fashion.

Although my first plans were a lot crazier, in the white room, I've been worried about the order in which I explain them to her.

In the white room, there was time. That was plenty.

So I think my explanation was pretty easy to understand and handy.

I saved you one thing. How did you prepare such a thing as a pit?

She seemed just a little concerned about it, but didn't pursue it in depth.

He hammered me moderately and asked.

Alice was a good listener.

I don't know how easy I was to understand, but the content is unbelievable. [M]

Honestly, even me, suddenly I hear this story and I don't think I can believe it.

But Alice had just been attacked by a monster out of common sense by an orc.

That's why, much more honestly than I thought, you seemed to believe me.

"I've been running away. On the middle side, that monster...... oak, is it? That one attacked me a lot and everyone ran to pieces..."

I see. I nodded.

Alice looks up to me. Hold still, stare.

"Can I, too, be strong? Can you be as strong as Mr. Hoya"

That's what she said.

"If you kill the orc, I guess. If you intend to, of course, help…"

"I'll kill you."

Alice doesn't hesitate to do that. It was a comma five seconds from my word.

"Please, Mr. Hoya. Give me one. From the war. I don't like being helpless. I don't like being ravaged by nothing."

"Okay, fine."

As planned. I think it's kind of developed a little differently, but I'm on the default route again.

I'm on...... I should have.