"I've shown you something very ugly."
Otilier said, embarrassed and nagging.
She took a shower to bleed, borrowed a milkit pyjama and just came back to get in shape and dine somehow.
The clothes that were originally worn, after washing, Eterna removed as much moisture as possible, and are now dried in the corners of the room.
It will be dry by the time I get home.
"From me, too, I'm sorry. Though accidental, I should have prevented it. Apparently, you're too used to peace."
Henriette says as she strokes Otilier's head, which is slightly depressed.
Because I do that casually, love is about to erupt again from Otilier's nose.
Most importantly, she also grew daily and was somewhat undisturbed to the point of being touched.
"Sorry, my ink. Look, apologize for the ink, too."
"Sorry. Come on."
Stinging, Ink, once the killer, bowed his head.
"I can't believe Mr. Henriette was just there before the ink fell"
Bitter laughing flam.
"Besides, it's hard to believe your hands just got caught on your chest,"
That's what Milkit supplemented.
Yes, it's all a tragedy caused by an overdone coincidence, including the fact that Cyril just returned.
"Including the fact that Mr. Ottilier was in front of me, actually, he was after me."
Cyril jokingly said, turning to the ink.
Then she takes a deliberate reaction.
No matter what, I'm just kidding.
"... ink?
There's one person that doesn't make sense.
When Eterna emitted “pressure” as a guardian, the ink panicked,
"Even a joke! I don't do that to customers because how much I like pranks! My target is mainly Eterna!
And excused.
Still, Eterna's jitsu eyes were not lifted.
"It's a mystery how I thought I would be forgiven for proclaiming it grandiose"
"Because Eterna is a gentle hiccup -!
Both cheeks of the ink are pulled with Eterna's hands.
"It's as peaceful as ever. Hey, this house is"
Sarah, sitting at the edge of the table, made tea without saying so.
Neigus, sitting next to him, saith as he was tangled by his lover.
"Oh, aren't we at peace?
"I don't think it's peaceful in many ways..."
Saila looked away as she remembered all these things from day to day.
Just sitting on the opposite end of them, Cyril looks at Henriette and Otilier alternately with those two and squeals.
"... So, why are we gathering so much?
Nine girls in one room.
It's not cramped because it's huge there, but it's noisier than usual.
"Yeah, well, that happened before I heard you talk, but you said you wanted to talk to me."
"Flam, did the four of you come with us?
As Cyril asked Flam, she shook her neck to the side.
"Saila and Neigus came first, and then Henriette and Otilier came. So I think it's a different matter... right?
"Oh, unless it happens even by a miraculous coincidence, it would be another story"
Henriette answers that.
"Though - are you guys about to have dinner? Our consultation (...) is a little too noisy to talk before then."
Go on, Otilier said with a serious look.
It seems to suggest that the content of the story is quite serious.
"Mr. Otilier, that's a coincidence. I think we're losing our appetite."
"I'd love to have it after dinner if I could."
"That's what I've got a bad feeling about..."
"Master, it's a fight. Let's start by having dinner and nourishing our English spirit."
"Yeah, good luck."
Flam jumps into Milkit's chest to sweeten, even though he says he'll work hard.
Milkit stroked her with a "ok ok" and merciful look as she gently embraced that head with both hands.
"I'm so proud of you..."
Otilier crumbles with a bump.
"Want to try?
Henriette said, she shook her neck sideways.
"You shouldn't, if it's your own clothes, it's still something that will tarnish Mr. Milkit's clothes!
"O'Tillier just gets a nosebleed from being hugged?
"Here Ink, Callout"
"I don't mind, because this is also a call away. But Ink, it's hard for you to think that my love for your sister will end with just that much nosebleed. Having received your sister's warm and strong affection straight away, I will glare at her body, peel off her white eyes and faint as she sprays liquid out of a hole called a hole in her whole body!
When O'Tillier stood up, he proclaimed in high spirits with his hands wide open.
"I don't know how to brag about that..."
"Ha-ha, your sister pissed me off. Wow!
O'Tillier shakes his body when scared.
I was just as attracted to this ink.
"Not at all, bad for education"
"Mr. Otilier doesn't seem to have a crush."
"But it looks like you haven't had your first experience."
"... I can't help it. If I were to see your sister naked, I would faint because I was too honored!
It's never too much to say, they've already passed out a few times.
As for Henriette, I'm glad the love is deep, but I'm not even anxious about the fact that she's nearly thirty years old and hasn't been able to do that once yet.
While the Otiliers were having such an exchange, Flam was back and starting to prepare for dinner quickly.
Cyril is also a little late, heading to the kitchen.
"Mr. Cyril must be tired, so take your time"
'Cause you can't slow down in there.
"Haha...... everyone will be out of work, I'm fine. By the way, Milkit, how can you have dinner for nine?
"I have a makeover, so I can use this to figure it out"
"That's the perfect daughter-in-law!
"It's not a compliment because it's all about easy cooking."
"No, compliments. The mill kit that serves meals without moving to a sudden visitor is your daughter-in-law's book! I want you to marry me! No, I already am! How happy I am to be able to marry such a great daughter-in-law!
"Don't get too teary anymore. Hey."
Milkit's face turned bright red and hung up.
Flam laughed happily when he saw her expression like that.
"I really think so."
"Your husband...... so am I. I'm also the happiest person in the world to be your husband's wife."
"Mill kit......"
"Master..."
Their eyes moisturize, their faces approach, their lips overlap with nature -
"Milkit, what's in this container is the one you can keep on the plate?
Next to that, Cyril was plainly advancing her dinner schedule.
It is the usual thing in this house.
A glimpse into a sudden passionate kiss is about Eterna at best.
"Mmm... ha... yes, and the other container can be eaten as is"
"Pfft... oh wait, I'll do that over there -!
Flam and Milkit also joined Cyril immediately, even as they blushed their cheeks.
◇ ◇ ◇
At the end of the meal, have a warm cup of tea and now it's time to get down to business.
"Talk to me from the first one."
As Henriette said, Saila nodded and started talking toward Fram.
"Fram, do you remember the story about Necromancy last time?
"You're talking about the material Mr. Welsey had in the hands of bad taste lovers. Could they have found him?
"No, they haven't. It's just that someone's been talking to us lately."
"Consultation?"
The Union of Medical Mages, led by Saila, cares not only for the physical but also for the spiritual aspects of its inhabitants.
In those streams, they say, some people come to talk to nature about troubles.
It seems there are many people who were originally followers of Originism.
He said, "I saw a dead man."
When Saila said that, everyone in the room as well as Flam was breathtaking.
"That... just means the way it is..."
"It's possible it's just a mistake, but the timing is too perfect."
"But your husband. Isn't Necromancy a technology that can't be achieved without an original core?
"Lovers and likes may have found alternative energy"
When Eterna opens her mouth, the words are suddenly convincing.
Ink stared anxiously at her face.
"You mean something similar was made to the Origin Core?
To the words of the ink, Eterna shook her neck to the side.
"I don't know. I don't think I can make something like that overnight. The Origin Core was, in a way, a strange substitute for anything. But if it can only bring about the function of" resurrecting the dead, "it may be possible - I think so. But the research around here should be more familiar with Sarah than I am."
Hearing that, Saila clouds her expression.
Then Neigus answered in her place.
"The final point of medical care is the resuscitation of the dead. That's true. But if you ask me if the union is actively researching it, the answer is no. We're just talking about how that might be happening as a result of getting rid of every disease."
"But... if it's an incomplete form, I think it's possible to bring the dead back to life. It's just that you're moving a corpse, and there's no way you can bring your soul in."
"In short, the results are no different from the previous necromancy,"
To Fram's words, Saila nods.
The resurrection of the incomplete dead - the only thing waiting ahead is an unsaveable tragedy.
Flam has seen it with his own eyes.
"Mr. Flam Oi. I need to ask you a favor... Tomorrow, just for one day, will you check on the city?
"You mean watch?
"I will. Now, I think it's possible to keep an eye on the whole city, or if there's an incompletely resurrected dead walking around, you can feel it."
"Hmm... if I wanted to... I could, I wonder"
I've never done it.
But there's very little Flam can possibly do right now.
"I'll give it a try. Not just tomorrow, but for a while."
Saila laughs brightly when Flam says so.
"Thank you! I'll be sure to thank you!
"Thank you so much, Fram."
"No, because I haven't done anything yet. We're going to see if it helps."
Flam shyly scratched his head and humbled himself.
Then Henriette opens her mouth there.
"That was just fine. Actually, we were going to ask for something similar."
"Something similar? So you want me to keep an eye on Concilia?
Actually, a lot of missing persons have been discovered here lately.
To her uncomfortable rhetoric, Milkit tilted her neck.
"Discovery, is it?
To clarify the contours of that discord, Cyril goes on to say the words.
"It's like, it's revealed what's been hidden, the way you put it"
"That's sharp, that's brave. Actually, he said the missing person himself had been out for months. That's what I found out in this consultation with the Concilia Inn Union."
"Why are you staying at a hotel?
Answer the ink question, Henriette.
"Because the vast majority of missing persons are travelers coming from outside of Concilia"
"I see... I'm not a resident of Concilia, so I didn't know until I had a consultation,"
To Eterna's words, Henriette nods "um".
"I don't care, Concilia has too many people in and out right now. It's good to be busy, but the more travelers we have, the less our eyes will be"
"But isn't that like I don't like paying for the inn, I ran away or something?
"We thought about that possibility, too. And the union people, of course."
"Still too many, so you're saying the union talked to the military as a missing person"
Once again, Henriette agrees.
"Nevertheless, there are limits to preventing kidnappings that we do not know when or where they will occur. Of course, we're gathering information, but we haven't identified it yet."
"So you came to talk to your husband."
"But it was just fine. Then I can do it with Saila's favor."
"Fram, isn't that a burden for you?
"Probably fine. You still have a strong body."
I mean, I don't feel “tired” right now.
Even if you probably don't get some sleep, you have enough strength to move on forever.
If you feel like it, you may not even need a meal.
Well, I'm usually asleep because I'm hungry and sleepy just because I can tolerate it.
"But if you don't find it in the daytime..."
"For one thing, now it's just noon. If you can't find anything in Flam's surveillance, you can squeeze the crime time into the night. At night, there will be some less movement, and even the military will be able to handle it."
"Maybe he'll quit doing it when he realizes Fram exists?
When Ink says so, Henriette laughs softly "Phew".
"That's fine then. If Fram's presence has become a deterrent, then we should be pleased. The ideal in our work is not to close the case. Because it's not about making a case from the beginning."
Henriette said she didn't decorate it and didn't look like she had caught it.
Otilier next door shows a swinging expression of "Sister Ah".
Sure, there was majesty in that now, and it was cool from the flam.
"Exactly, I, too, might have thought a little bit that they would say all the way through the night"
"Because you're going to be separated from Milkit?
When Eterna said, Flam said without shame, "Yes, you're right!" and replied cheerfully.
"Fram wouldn't even have to look around Concilia, so I guess it's okay to act with Milkit."
"Right. Especially since it's not like the ladies are in danger, and that might be okay."
"Milkit and I work together... maybe we can do that forever..."
"No, Eternity is just as tiring, Milkit.
"I can do it forever if I'm with your husband too!
"Yep..."
"I think it's useless to ask both of us for common sense around there."
Cyril says with a bitter smile.
Henriette sees such an exchange and opens her smile mouth.
"Well, I don't care who's with me. The union president doesn't seem to have a problem with it, so you can let me go. I'm asking you in the first place, I don't have the right to tie you up."
"Of course I'll give you the reward. It's an unconfirmed case, so it's an unofficial request."
"Don't worry - I just want to say, I have a family thing to do, so I will accept the reward with all due respect"
Flam is now the big black pillar of the family.
Well, I have enough income to afford to buy a large mansion in the East Side, so I don't have any problems with food support, but I have money and I don't have any problems.
Flam was honestly going to accept the reward of this hand because he also knew that even if he was reluctant, he would just feel sorry for them.
"Fram, if you'll look at me, I'll be relieved."
"Oh, now if nothing happens in the future, it's still good..."
"You don't want anyone to die as long as you can because Origin disappeared and you're at peace."
The desire to help someone is something for everyone, not least.
But with great power, it becomes big and small, and people distort.
Flam has the power to rewrite or destroy the world by herself - but still remains the same as before, retaining the 'goodness that very ordinary girls carry together', no matter how much Flam herself denies, she may be more heroic in spirit than anyone else.
Seeing her like that, Cyril just honestly crushed what she thought from the bottom of her heart, "Wow Flam is".
◇ ◇ ◇
The next morning, early in the morning, Fram and Milkitt left the house.
They intend to keep an eye on the entire city as promised, in line with the walls that surround Concilia, in the corner of it.
It's about your favorite girlfriend, and don't miss out on any vices unrelated to the request, and today Concilia will sometime be a safe place.
When Cyril ate the breakfast that had been set aside, with Eterna and ink, she left the house with her support.
"Good morning. Cute chocolate picked you up again today."
As an example, a busy junior stood there.
As usual, Cyril walks past the side, saying "Good morning," without hesitation.
"Seniors are still poker faces today. Hey. Oh, maybe I'm too cute to be lit?
Chocolate immediately lined up next to Cyril, laughing at Niyanya as she moved her face closer, saying so.
"Yeah, I am. - What if I say?
"Colour..."
To Cyril's counter-attack, chocolate for a moment.
But when she smiles as cheerfully as she always does, she speaks out vigorously.
"Heh heh heh, it's sweet, seniors. 'Anyway, you, when you're honest, you can't get a decent answer in the light,' it's a big mistake if you think the method of warfare will go through forever. I'm a different person from today. Don't beat any of the seniors' words, I'll keep taking the mount all the time!
Bishi! and Chocolate pointing to Cyril.
To her like that, Cyril let go without changing her expression.
"Chocolate is cute."
"Heh!?
"He usually says he's busy, but I think that's a charm point too"
"Shh, seniors, suddenly what!?
"And your hair's bright, and it's really beautiful, isn't it? I tend to hide with my usual words and deeds, but my face is an orthodox beauty, and I can't help but notice. And then there's the voice."
"Wow! Please don't. No! It was this chocolate unexpected that seniors would be on that offense! No, but wait. If a senior who doesn't usually compliment me at all did such a compliment killing, albeit acting, the senior himself shouldn't be ashamed of himself - he said! Poker face!
Just a light tease of Cyril, slightly, slightly noisy chocolate.
For the first time in too high a tension since the morning, Cyril laughed unexpectedly shaking her shoulders and erupting.
"Ugh... now, that's a real laugh"
Chocolate is ashamed and dyes her cheeks peachy.
"Because it's funny. Yeah, really, chocolate is funny. I never get tired of being with you at all. This is indisputable, and I mean it."
"I'm not happy to be praised for the hilariousness of my movement-! She's a girl, so I want to be told she's cuter or something!
"My face is cute, and my lips are like those peachy sawdust -"
"Praise me. That's not what I meant by praise!
Chocolate barks.
I'm going to make fun of Cyril, but on the contrary, she's left completely taken by the balls.
That was fun, but it was adding to Chocolate's dissatisfaction.
"Chocolate is a luxurious junior who wants you to not only praise him, but also choose words."
"Seniors are messing with me. You should learn how to get along right with more annoying juniors."
"By the way, what's the right way to hang out?
"Seniors are the role of being flirted with by juniors and flustered with a bright red face. That's the right thing to do. In that sense, seniors are disqualified."
"Well, as you can see, it's not for that. You're not a candidate. It's a mistake."
"Mmm, I regret I just can't argue with you..."
As Chocolate herself said, Cyril is a poker face for it.
It's not that you're not consciously on the table for joy and sorrow, but basically show a dilutive reaction unless you're even cornered.
"Oh, when will the day come when I roll my senior over the palm of my hand and laugh like a villain 'oh ho ho ho ho' or something"
"Come on, junior."
"I'm not that emotional. I can't really support you!?
When the two of us were twisted, the journey to the store was not long.
Tische, who was well awake today, welcomes his disciples as he weaves his coat.
"Yo."
Raising her hand and greeting her softly, Cyril and Chocolate bowed their heads and said 'Good morning' with their voices in alignment.
"You guys are still close today. As a master, it helps that Cyril takes care of her sister's apprentice. Chocolate's a lot easier to hear than me about Cyril's, right?
"No. Seniors don't mess around, so juniors are in trouble."
"Really? Don't mess with me?
"When I referenced the way my master taught me, it happened to me."
"For some reason, I got some firepowder on me. Hey... well, no. Both of you, get dressed and come to the kitchen."
Cock hat on your head, teachet heading into the kitchen.
"Okay."
Cyril replied flatly,
"Roger that!
Chocolate was full of energy, saluting and dropping off the teachet.
And as I was told, we both start dressing in a little hurry.
Yesterday, Cyril just heard that story.
I felt like there was just a little disturbing air flowing through the city - as always in the store, it was still peaceful today.
◇ ◇ ◇
After all, nothing happened that day.
Although there was a fine noise, such as stealing and fighting, to that extent, it could be easily resolved if in the hands of Flam.
So no doubt, Concilia was in good security that day, but there weren't any incidents anywhere that would clear up Serra or Henriette's anxiety.
Even as a flam, I don't think there's such a delicious job because I spend the whole day stuck with Milkit and that's all I get paid for it.
"I knew you were anxious."
Saila and Henriette, Flam, who finished reporting to each of them, were wrapping their arms around each other alongside Milkit and walking through the city at dusk.
"Are you talking about Necromancy"
"Yeah. No matter how much I say I don't have an origin-core, that's not a good study. How many people will be sacrificed in the process, even if they could eventually save people's lives..."
"Besides, I don't think anyone with curiosity would use it for a decent purpose."
"That's right. Maybe next time I can get it back, I'd better get rid of it from the world without leaving it weird"
Even if the world is full of ninety-nine good intentions, the fruits of that research will only pass into one malice, and many good intentions will be sacrificed.
As Henriette said, I wanted to prevent something from happening, not after it happened, but before it happened - Flam, too, because he's a hero, rather than as a resident living in this city, so I hoped.
"But for one thing, let's leave this evening to the military. Henriette said you'd make security thicker than usual."
"Right. If I don't, I'll ask if there's anything I can do."
"Yes, I think that's a good idea"
The sun sets, even as we exchange words and walk towards the station.
Under the cedar sky, on the street where the two walked, the figure of the soldier arranged by Henriette was visible to the light.
◇ ◇ ◇
Grass trees also sleep on a deep night.
Although the appearance of people has decreased compared to the daytime, Concilia, now busy with tourists, is not completely quiet.
In the meantime, the soldiers defending the city were calling out to the drunkards who wanted to pass, to the gorotsky who would stare at this one, and to the merchants who would drive the old carriages.
"It's not even this time. May I see your luggage?
The soldier said with regret.
The merchant grinned and laughed, without any particular appearance of panic, lifting the cloth on his luggage and showing the soldiers his luggage.
Apparently, it's the drugs that are on it.
The bottle is engraved with an engraving of the Union of Medical Mages indicating that it is authentic.
"You don't seem to have a problem. Sorry for the inconvenience."
Soldier bowing his head again.
The merchant also laughed again, and the carriage ran towards the residential area.
◇ ◇ ◇
At the same time, the houses of Chocolat, like the surrounding private houses, the lights are turned off and surrounded by darkness.
But in the dark living room, Chocolate's father put a telecom terminal in his ear and was on the phone with someone.
"Hello, are you a teacher? Yes, yes... I've already arranged it. Okay, so it's time to arrive, right? No, I can't help it, if the surveillance was tight. Yeah - there's plenty of time, so things are a little strange. The rotten smell? Oh, no, not yet. So much so that the conversation doesn't go through? For once, it's now connected to handcuffs in the basement. Haha, don't worry about it. It should arrive soon. Yes, yes. Yes...... ok, the examination is tomorrow, right? Yes, I did, as such. Well, thank you for tomorrow. Yes, excuse me."
When he hung up, he exhaled "Phew."
And keep your weight on your back and stare at the ceiling.
I could see blurry contours of the magic light hanging from whether my eyes were used to the dark.
Remaining in that position, he concentrates his nerves in his ears.
to feel that breath coming from a little further away,
"Huh......! Uhh......!
The groaning sound of the beast was heard from the underground.
Chocolate's father listens to it and distorts his mouth with nibble.
"Alive. She's alive, she is. I am making the right atonement. Is there anything more right than that?"
And as I tell myself, I squeal alone.
Then there was a small “con" noise from the front door.
When he opens his eyes, this time with his slightly yellow teeth protruding and laughing, he builds momentum and gets up and walks fast to the front door.
When I opened the door, a merchant stood who had just been voiced by a soldier.
Behind him, a carriage awaits.
The merchant asked for the document to be signed, and when Chocolate's father responded, he approached the carrier and lifted its bottom (...).
Apparently, it's a double bottom.
Underneath it lay something twisted with a cloth, about seventy centimetres across.
The contents of the cloth also move like caterpillars crawling on the ground on a carrier.
The merchant lifted it up heavily and handed it to Chocolate's father.
The two then leave the house without exchanging words in particular, each merchant, and the father returns indoors.
When the front door closed with a baton, Chocolate's father breathed roughly in excitement and carried his luggage to the living room.
Place the wrap on the table.
Even there, the contents were still moving around.
But there is no way that Chocolate's father would have been surprised.
You seem to understand that's what it is from the beginning.
Usually, I take it all the way to the basement, but the procedure is only slightly different today.
When my father went in front of Chocolate's room, he knocked on the door with strength.
But as soon as I exhale, "Ha," this time I get a soft look even though no one is watching me, gently knocking on the door.
"... what?
When Chocolate opened the door only half way, she saw her father with a dark look.
During the day, there is no single scale of smile that she shows Cyril greatly.
In the middle of the night when I was supposed to be asleep, I can also assume that I'm in a bad mood because I'm sleepy, but Chocolate had been advised beforehand by my father that 'I shouldn't sleep today' (...).
Well, either way - I haven't slept much here lately.
"You're right. I knew we were family, so I thought we should share."
"Fine, that's just your father"
Chocolate doesn't get on or tries to keep the door shut.
Then my father pinched his leg and sealed it.
"Chocolate. Looks like you've been close to Cyril Sweetica lately."
My father's voice goes low.
Chocolate looked away from him as he pulled his cheek muscles tightly to frighten her.
"... yeah, 'cause I'm doing great"
"Well, that's good. But, Chocolate."
A lukewarm father's hand reaches out and grabs Chocolate's jaw.
When he turned his daughter's face forcefully towards himself, he opened his mouth, laughing at the crop.
"I don't know if you're doing too well."
As for him, I think I meant to say it as gently as I could - from the chocolate, that was just creepy.
"Hey, what's the problem? I got along just like you said, didn't I? More than that, what does your father want from me?
"I'm not asking for anything. I just want you to remember. Five years ago, the hell we saw."
Five years ago - that was the day the king's capital collapsed.
"That was caused by Cyril Sweetica"
The city was engulfed by fire, monsters walked wide through the city, and too many humans lost their lives.
"I hurt a lot. I suffered a lot. A lot of them died. Your mother, who loved chocolate, is one of them."
Chocolate's mother is one of them.
She witnessed the exact moment when her mother lost her life.
My mother's death is so engraved into my brain as trauma that I still have nightmares over and over again.
"That was caused by Cyril Sweetica"
And my father heard the truth five years ago from a “certain person”.
Cyril Sweetica doesn't fight with Flam as a brave man.
The truth is that the power of the brave man unlocked the seal of Origin on the Devil's side of the traitor.
After the battle, merciful Fram allowed me to return to this conciliar.
"Your father is anxious. I was wondering if Chocolate had forgotten that lately."
The truth communicated was shocking, and could not have been forgiven or anything else - ironically, the hatred for Cyril enlivened Chocolate's father.
Having lived a life of sobriety, he began to look lively by thinking about how he would kill Cyril.
"I will not forget... for the rest of my life, I will never forget"
That was the same thing for Chocolate.
There is no happiness in life.
Every day I think I'd be happier dead.
Waiting ahead was the death of my mother, whom I loved.
Chocolate lost everything and had to lean on her only family, her father.
If those causes are in Cyril, I can't help but hate them.
"Right. Chocolate's not lying, that's your father, I know that very well. Because Chocolate is a good girl. But my family should share the same emotions, after all. Even if I haven't forgotten, without that ritual, Father... you see, I get anxious"
The voice of my father, who speaks so, is trembling.
The hand holding the door knob was also vibrating into small pieces as he floated his blood vessels.
Chocolate knows that the emotion is not anxiety or anything.
"So come, chocolate"
"Um... I..."
Chocolate to refuse.
My father grabbed her thin wrist and dragged her forcefully out of the room.
"Yikes...!
Chocolate to roll down the hallway.
She protects her head with the hands of those who are available.
But my father pulled her hand and took her to the living room.
"Come on, Chocolate. You're a good boy, so follow your father."
"Father, let go... I, I don't like it, I don't want to see it!
Chocolate dragged when sloppy.
But my father won't stop trying to fight the difference between the sexes.
"Are you running away?
My father stopped and asked my daughter.
"No! I 'm-"
Courage, Chocolate looks up to her father.
Her eyes, wide open, were cold everywhere and pointed at her.
"Ah... uh... well, I'll see. I'll see, let go of me... Damn, come on."
When I made sure Chocolate's heart was broken, my father smiled with the gentlest smile he had ever had.
And let go of my hand.
I don't need to impose it anymore.
"Your father is happy to have a good chocolate."
Keep going to the living room.
Chocolate followed him, too, into the room with a clown.
When my father turned on the lights in the room, he reached for the luggage on the table (...) and removed the cloth that was creasing.
In front of the revealed contents, Chocolate groans with her hands on her mouth, "Let's..."
That's the upper body of a man.
The lower body has been severed and is not present.
Waste areas have been removed to reduce transportation costs.
The wound seems to be blocked by healing magic, and there was no appearance of the luggage being in pain.
Though fear seems to be at its peak.
By the way, the vocal cords are cut off, so no matter how much I try to scream, I only make about the sound of the plundering air called "ka-hyu, ka-hyu".
"Chocolate, hold it."
As he was told, Chocolate lifted the man with only his upper body as he clasped his face.
She twists herself desperately in her arms. Then she tries to get her face off whenever possible.
At this distance, I hear a faint voice, even if my vocal cords are cut off.
That was unnecessarily fuelling Chocolate's fear.
My father opens the living room floor and proceeds down the stairs leading down.
The chocolate also follows.
Beyond it lay Chocolate's mother, who had about four tatami spaces, her legs chained and her arms handcuffed.
She lost her reason, wandered her gaze into vain, drooling her covetousness from the edge of her mouth, and when she saw the two of them, she said, "Grrrrrrrrrr!" and bark.
"I'm sorry, mother. I wanted to hurry up, too, but you can't just haul it in the morning, can you? That's why it's been so long."
When his father crouched down to his mother's side, he stroked her cheek lovingly, talking.
My mother didn't seem to understand the meaning of his words at all.
"Come on, Chocolate, put the bait in front of your mother."
"..."
"What are you hesitating about? Chocolate would like your mother, wouldn't she?
Chocolate with a stiff nod.
"Chocolate wouldn't know anything about that person, would she?
Chocolate shakes her head vertically again.
"Then the life of the bait is worthless. And your mother's life is worth it. Didn't you?"
I can't answer that question.
Indeed, the value of life is not equal.
Whose subjectivity it is, its value goes up and down.
My father is right, my mother's life would be more honorable to Chocolate than this man who was called “bait”.
"If you eat that man, your mother can live for a week. Then there's nothing to get lost in. Come on, Chocolate, give it to me. And we're gonna be a real family."
The accomplice - in that word, Chocolate understood everything.
My father says he's hunting himself down.
He said he was trying to block his escape, sensing that Chocolate was really starting to open his mind to Cyril.
And as a matter of fact, she can't get out of this situation.
"Come on, come on, come on!
When there is anger in my father's words, Chocolate becomes irreversible.
As she devoured her teeth, she approached one step, another and her mother - before her mother, who at some point became quiet, drooling her covetousness and staring at this one, put the bait down.
At that moment, the man and the chocolate eyes meet.
Those eyes, full of despair, were very similar to the victims of the tragedy we saw five years ago.
"GUUAH!"
My mother barked in joy, keeping its momentum, her mouth wide open and devoured by her neck muscles.
"- Huh!"
The bait opens its mouth wide and sounds a silent disconnect.
How much is the pain of being eaten alive?
Chocolate thinks that the spiciness is his sin.
My father, on the other hand, was stroking my mother's head, eating and chewing live meat, lovingly.
"You eat a lot, Mother. Yeah, but you shouldn't be so obsessed with blood and meat. Look, this one too. Eat the most nourishing heart while it's still moving. Whoa - is it hard to eat with teeth? Then wait a minute, because I'll open it for you to eat easily."
When my father took the knife out of his nose, he stabbed it in the man's chest.
And you get used to it (...) piercing your skin and opening your chest.
My mother gladly stuck her head in there and ate her guts as she was told.
"Ha ha! Chocolate, have you ever seen a mother so disappointed in food? Because your mother was a grown up, weak, less appetizing type. That's how well I am now, I can't help but be happy. I can only thank the teacher. Don't you think so, Chocolate?"
"... yeah, you are"
"Right? You'd think so, wouldn't you? If you don't think so, you're lying! I have a mother, my mother is alive, I can live with three families! I've never been happier!
My father is crazy.
Something's wrong.
That's what Chocolate thinks.
(Surely your father is right, this is the only way for us to be a family)
But what it means is an unlimited number of vain facts.
(... yes, if we don't get this far, we can't be a family. Then from the beginning, we were... maybe a family that couldn't be a family)
I've wanted it.
I've been dreaming.
With my mother's death, I thought that was interrupted.
But if it's a dream that doesn't exist from the beginning, the life of Chocolate that I've been walking through...
◇ ◇ ◇
In the morning, the sun illuminates the city.
The room blocked by curtains is dim.
But I know about the morning visit.
faint daylight passing thick cloth.
Bird chirps, carriage sounds, crowd murmurs.
Even if that happens, the morning will come.
Smell of blood stained in the back of the nasal cavity.
No, it's not just blood, it's all mixed up, raw odor.
That is a testament.
My father and Chocolate say it's become something of a family.
Well, it's only due to my father's values.
My mother makes breakfast in the kitchen.
My father sits in a chair and listens to the radio in a good mood.
"Morning."
When Chocolate says, my father responds first.
"Morning."
The voice sounds brighter than usual.
From the look on your face, I guess it's not your fault.
And a little late, my mother said with a smile.
"Good morning, Chocolate."
That's definitely the family exchange Chocolate has been dreaming about.
If you can't get away with it, you can sink in.
She decided to swallow the sandy cabinet as a routine.