The flowing blood conveys the blade, dirty Cyril's hands, and falls to the ground with potatoes.
Shivering his arms, he desperately stops his "killing intent” to pull through the sword that sinks because of it.
Don't move. Don't move.
If you're going to kill me, you're going to die.
Pray, hope, curse.
Cyril desperately hurts herself (...) for being normal -
"Seniors...... YAY, YAYAYAY!
Chocolate screamed before Cyril, who stuck a blade up his own belly.
Cyril's mother faints and her father supports her body as she shivers her lips.
The villagers were overwhelmed by the situation and everyone was losing their word.
"Gww... Gww, o, ooh, ooh!
Noise rings in Cyril's brain.
Kill, kill, kill.
Rip the flesh, crack the belly, drag the intestines out, slash, crush, crush, crush.
It's a violent urge to kill.
“Just malice," which made him look like an Origin, but resemble a non-.
Before that, Cyril had no choice but to hurt herself to keep herself.
Otherwise, because this arm was going to slaughter and kill Chocolate, and my parents, even now.
Pain dulls the body.
Blood spilling takes power.
Yeah, that's fine.
As long as the blade is in this flesh (sheath), the force will not harm the chocolate.
Woohoo, but - if this body is a sheath, then it also makes sense that "will” tries to pull out the sword.
A hatred that cannot be suppressed by the force of arms tries to lead the sword that it has put away to the outside.
It is no longer possible to stop with just a few remaining Cyrillic intentions.
If so - I have to physically (...) stop it.
"Gro, w......!
The blade branches, spreads through Cyrillic's body, and stretches its roots.
"Seniors!? Don't, if you do that, seniors!
Of course Cyril is not safe.
No matter how much the body is fortified with the origins core, even life is at stake if it is mutilated from the inside out to the rattles.
But if you don't, you can't stop it.
If you don't, I'll kill Chocolate. Kill your parents. I kill my loved ones.
That equals death for Cyril.
Above all, it's equal to losing to Crosswell.
I don't like it. I don't like it. annoying. I don't want to lose to a disgusting ron-haired man who came out of nowhere like that.
Serious, unserious, or trying to retain Cyril's emotions are colorful.
If you don't mix it in a marble pattern, you can't stop it with just one thing.
"Oh, oh, seniors...... eh"
An inner, rooting blade pushes the skin through and out of the body.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
alien will to pull it through.
Cyrillic obsession to root further to stop.
Safe hearts are pierced, crushed, and stood to the fullest by the heart and bones of the whole body.
"Gaaaaaaaaaa!"
The beastly sauce exhales as much anger as she thinks she can't move her body, and Cyril's passion for enduring the pain.
Woohoo. But that's all Cyril can do.
If you hurt Chocolate and her parents, Cyril's heart will die.
But that's why there's no point in Cyril dying herself.
Stop without dying. How long can you keep doing that?
Ten seconds.
No, about five seconds?
The rooted blade is still about to be pulled out of the body, and then all the contents of the body will be taken.
And Cyril, completely dominated by aliens, would try to do everything in his power to kill even such a corpse until it reached its earliest moment.
That sucks. That sucks. I'm so sorry.
So pray.
Pray even.
"Somebody... Somebody..."
Chocolate also knows that we can no longer only do that.
So she waits for that arrival, too.
"Please, someone help Cyril......!
Cyril's father, too, just wished.
That a hero-like presence will emerge that will break all this situation, just as the villagers do.
If there had been an Origin in this world, for example, things would have ended in tragedy.
No one is saved, and the more he seeks salvation, the more he suffers and exhausts.
Because that's the world it was.
But not now.
Because already, this world is saved.
There are no unpleasant waves flying across the world either.
So it arrives.
Without anyone interrupting your prayers or wishes...
"Flip it. (Riversal) Huh!
A girl's voice echoed more than heaven as it tore despair apart.
Cyril's parents, Chocolate, and the villagers look up at the sky, see the flam descending on the sun's back, and inadvertently shook their breath with admiration, "Ooh......"
Original cores, which could not once be destroyed without touching them, can also be so completely obliterated that fragments do not remain in the body, even if they were buried in the body, at this distance if they are now flams.
Flam also erased its presence by inversion, as did the blade that roots in Cyril's body.
Of course, the whole body is filled with holes, so blood sprays out of the wound at once.
"Saila, please treat Cyril!
"Okay!
Saila, held by the flam, was taken down from its arm as soon as she landed and rushed over to Cyril.
Cyril's body, whose core has been removed, has already returned to its original state.
But I couldn't stand the massive bleeding, and the recoil of core use, and it collapsed.
"Sempa...... Yikes... is that it?
Chocolate gave in and tried to see how Cyril was doing, but poked her knee hard as it was and her body leaned.
And when I fell straight on the sand, I couldn't move one finger.
(Ah... bye, I can't talk anymore...)
I guess this is exactly what you're going to say, like the yarn's cut.
The chocolate was more able to move than it was before, because at the time of death, I was not even feeling the pain.
I was just letting that be preserved by my mental ability to help Cyril.
(Cold...... oh... your father... your mother, like this...... was it...)
To the consciousness that kept her away, she did not resist.
It is a natural consequence, because he no longer gave up living.
"This looks like a pretty bad situation... but..."
Saila wants to save them both, but she only has one body.
"Isn't it just Cyril's injury, her trauma?
When Flam asks, Saila nods with a rugged look.
Cyril's bleeding had already stopped, but it still looks like a tough situation.
"Probably the recoil of the origin-core... you've got a broken muscle all over your body and you've figured out what's going on with your gut. It would be easier to treat someone if they were just stabbed with a sword, but if this is" wear out, "it would be tough just for us right now."
"Okay, then let's get back to Concilia immediately!
Situations, history, explanations, that sort of thing, it's all behind schedule.
When Fram held Chocolate and Cyril with one arm each, he gave instructions to Saila to stick out of her front.
Because I can protect you before, but if you're on your back, you could fall along the way.
Pretty embarrassing posture, but Saila obeyed immediately and hugged Flam.
"Mr. Flam!
Cyril's father, who had to watch a series of streams, calls to Flam.
That's zero explanation.
One or two of the circumstances will be what you want to hear.
But now I can't even afford to talk about it - 'I'll definitely explain it later', and the moment I tried to open my mouth, Cyril's father bowed his head deeply.
"Regards Cyril!
That was ticklish, trust in Flam as a hero.
No, not only that - but maybe it was also an emotion directed at Cyril's friend.
"Yes, be sure!
That's all Flam tells him, he jumps up high in the sky holding the three of them.
While withstanding intense wind pressure, Saila continued to use healing magic on Chocolate, as instructed by Eterna.
◇ ◇ ◇
"Mm-hmm... yeah..."
When Cyril woke up, there was an unknown ceiling there.
Just white. Even white.
Leaning his neck to the side, this again white curtain surrounded his sleeping bed.
On a shelf placed next to the bed, a vase decorated with colorful flowers.
My brain is a little surprised by the bright colors that are finally in my eyes.
With that feeling, Cyril realized she had been asleep for a long time.
"Ugh... my body is heavy..."
I get up slowly, but my body doesn't move as much as I think.
When her body finally lifted, she exhaled loudly, "Phew."
I look at my arms first.
There are no scars. The bandages aren't wrapped either. I don't even feel pain.
Apparently, the treatment of the body itself is long over.
I guess what Cyril was sleeping about was purely a spiral awakening (spiral brave) recoil.
As of Brave Rivalette, three days goes to sleep, and if you do more than that, five days, a week, or more - maybe.
"I've been asleep for a year now, I'd be scared if they'd say something like that."
I wish I was within sight of the calendar alone - I think so, Cyril looking around with a chill.
Then the curtain opened slightly and I saw her from there.
"Mmm."
"Ah..."
Cyril's expression brightens up.
"Morning, Chocolate"
she said with a full smile.
The opposing chocolate responded with a slightly awkward but delightful scratch of her cheek, not ready for her feelings.
"Good morning, seniors"
"What's that reaction? You never meant to see me?
"haha...... waking up, seeing a pretty girl like me is too exciting"
"You're bad at deluding me."
"Ugh..."
"But I'm glad Chocolat's okay. The detoxification worked."
"Yes...... thanks to Saila and Eterna for their dedication. I was still asleep for a week, but now I can walk normally."
If you look, Chocolate is wearing the same, blurry, thin pink hospital clothes as Cyril.
But more than that, Cyril was concerned that Chocolate said 'I was asleep for a week'.
"A week in chocolate means I..."
"Seniors are just two weeks old today."
"Oh well. I slept so much."
My body is heavy with a scratch.
But it's shorter and a little more relieving than I thought.
No, I'm pretty sure it's still long enough.
……
……
And the awkward silence that flows between them.
It's not anyone's fault, but there's too much going on and I don't know what to tell you from.
In the meantime, the words Cyril finally twisted out of the
"Master, how are you?"
It was something that had nothing to do with it, nothing to do with it.
"Looks like the store is closed. Until we got back."
"I used to spin it all by myself at one time."
"You have brave cake. I can't do that on my own. I think he drank it."
"You just want a drink. It... at all. If we don't get back soon, we may never open the store again."
"... haha, right. That's troublesome."
Chocolate's reaction is so dull.
Is it sick and not energetic?
Or - are you still alone, carrying something in?
"Hey, Chocolate, it's this one thing..."
"It's my fault, right?"
Cyril sighed unexpectedly at the negative words that didn't seem to be either.
"That's not true. Because it's Crosswell that's bad. He resented me on the one hand and tried to avenge me on the other. That's all."
"But!
"But, no, but there isn't. There's nothing good about blaming yourself for this. No one is saved. No one can be convinced."
"I... am not convinced, I am not"
"Yeah, but there's no convincing answer anywhere that I stuck it. Then, as usual, I'd like you to be a little busy, annoying, but with a cute smile on your face."
"What is it, are you dictating?
That's what they point out and think, 'Maybe it's because you're always listening to Flam and Milkit conversations,' Cyril.
"Don't be serious! It's a joke, a joke! Don't be serious about how cute Chocolate is."
"But I mean what you think is cute about chocolate. Smiles are especially true. So - if you can't laugh for yourself, you can laugh for me. Please."
"So that's how you say it. That's what you say!
Chocolate that turns your face bright red.
Cyril looks at her like that and laughs calmly.
"Ha... I've also caught the heat because of it, but it's going to rise again. I'll tell the others that my senior is awake."
"I would have liked to be alone for a little while..."
"That's a complete evil nori, isn't it...? I don't know any more seniors."
Chocolate leaving the room with a lot of angry tricks.
Until she was gone - no, even when she was gone, Cyril was laughing in a good mood.
And when I'm alone, I put my head on the pillow again and look up at the ceiling.
"Phew...... good, the chocolate saved me"
Now I'm just happy with that.
There are a number of concerns about Crosswell's victims, the resurrected dead, and his hometown, but first because I was more worried about Chocolate's safety than anything else.
"I thought I was definitely done with that... what the heck? Really, I'm suddenly warping when I think I'm done, and I'm even trying to get involved with my parents, and that guy is -...!
And now it springs up, anger at irrationality.
I know well that you resent five years ago.
I'm sorry to hear about Kina.
But Crosswell tried to kill Cyril, understanding that she was innocent.
As for the history, it's not like there's no context at all.
But irrational things are irrational. What doesn't make sense doesn't make sense.
Involve Cyril as well as Necromancy and even the innocent inhabitants of Concilia.
What did you want to do in the end?
What did you want to happen?
I'm sure it's just useless to think about it.
In other words, the man named Crosswell was broken as of five years ago.
I lost a gear called Kina, which supports my life, and I no longer had to empty it.
"... well, that's why I'm not going to pity you. This one's dying."
Even now, when I think about that time when I used Origin Core, I get chilly.
I didn't want to touch it again if I could.
Even if it was a artifact created with the power of a dream.
Unlike before, Cyril stared at the ceiling with an unfloating expression.
"Ki Ri Ru Cha Ahhhhh!
A half-crying flam stormed into the room.
And when he comes into the inside of the curtain noisily, he hugs Cyril.
"Good for you - I was worried you wouldn't wake up like this anymore -!
"Flam, ku, wax......"
A million muscle strength hugs are intense, even if added or subtracted.
"Ha!? I'm sorry, Cyril, I'm so happy!
"Yeah, the feelings came through so much"
Bitter Cyril.
Then, a little late, Milkit also enters the room.
"I'm so glad, Mr. Cyril"
"Milkit...... sorry to bother you"
"It was hard for your husband to look like he was about to cry like every day"
"Because Saila says, 'I don't know when you'll wake up...' sounds so serious!
"Actually, it was, so you had no choice. It depends on how you feel."
More sarah with a smug face and Neigus sticking to her also comes.
It seems that the recoil of businessness two weeks ago is still going on, and this seems to be happening in the workplace.
When Fu and Cyril and Negas looked each other in the eye, Negas whispered, "Good for you," and waved quietly.
In response, Cyril lowers her head lightly with a dust.
"It's such a mess, and the treatment was tough, wasn't it? Thanks for matching the chocolate minutes, Saila."
"Thank you for your help, even if you are. Instead of muscles all over my body, my bones are worn out and I'm surprised. If it weren't for Mr. Cyril's health, I don't think it would have lasted until Concilia."
"It was so amazing..."
"Because the original core was fake, that seems to be one of the reasons. I can't believe Cyril used Shea's magic to create the core."
"That's about all I could think of was a way to defeat that monster"
Even as Cyril, I was confident in myself using Brave Rivalette.
But Crosswell broke it and tried to drive her to the abyss of despair.
The reason is messed up, but the obsession is real.
"A kid named Chocolate told me how it went. If you think you've come out of the space created by Crosswell, you've moved to a far away country town... and besides, it's ridiculous everywhere that a Crosswell“ shadow ”-like presence has appeared that only blood relatives can touch. So is Flum's inversion, but so is Shea's magic."
To Neigus' words, Milkit nods too.
"I'm sorry for Shea, but we have to be careful not to be abused more than ever..."
"Yeah. Once you use your dream abilities, even Mr. Eterna manipulates your consciousness before you realize it. I've heard before that if you feel like it, you can even revive Origin, but you're not kidding... well, I'll crush it then."
"But even the other guy knows Fram Oi's threat. That's why you're trying to move forward with the plan while you're not in quarantine."
"The world is at peace because of it, but there are still bad ones, aren't there? I can't even go on a trip. There are so many places like Milkit."
"Master...... For me, the place where your husband is is is paradise. Even if you were to end your life in this conciliar, as long as your husband was next door!
"Milkit, that's all about me...... yeah, so am I. I love Milkit more than anything."
"Master..."
Firmly cuddled, lip overlapping flam and mill kit.
"I feel like you're back."
And dusty Cyril.
"I wonder if you guys are used to this."
"Oh, can Saila talk about people?
"The time and the place are overwhelming!
You say that with your mouth that's currently snuggling in the progression system - Cyril poking in your heart.
And then...
"What an easy victory for a poison attack made by a man like that"
"That, but tell me you've used your head the most these days here... Ngu!
"It was a super easy win"
Eterna, rooted in Croswell's manipulation of herself, came to visit with ink,
"Honestly! I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart...... you're right!
"It's not good for a queen to be grounded, Mr. Ella."
"Yes! That's about as bad as it gets! There's a major criminal out of the Royal Institute, and that's not enough! Oh, Slough's coming to apologize later, too!
Ella, who took the escort, showed off a stunning dugout she didn't think was the queen (which, by the way, seems to have attracted a lot of criticism from the folks in this one),
"Crosswell is inside for us too, I apologize with all my heart"
"I will give even more thorough guidance to the soldiers who will be conducting the examination. When it comes to people being transported in carriages, if the army was strong, it would have been known a long time ago."
"No, I don't have to apologize for anything to you two. I think the military people were doing what they could. It's just that they were bad."
With no less seriousness than Eela, come bow your head as far as Otilier and Henriette,
"I don't live in a good room...... are brave people for free after all?
"Master, the first voice is on top of it. Please don't bring alcohol."
"You say we use it for disinfection, right?
"Were you seriously going to drink it!?
The same Master (Teachet) raids the bottle with one hand or
"Um... I'm Chocolate's sister, and I think she's very delicate to see."
"Right, I think so too"
"So I'm going to say it in a very great way - hold on, will you watch it for me? Because you may think it's your fault that your father died."
"Oh, and Chocolate's father..."
Keraina, with Tio, Halom came and went.
The day quickly ended while I was talking to the replacement incoming people, and the next two days went by like arrows with light rehab and tests, and Cyril was to be discharged lightly.
Seventeen days have passed since the battle against Crosswell.
The township that walks for a long time feels familiar but slightly different, making me realise how time flies.
Chocolate, which had no place to return, was also, for one thing, to lean over to Fram's house.
With Eterna and Ink using the same room, the room is still empty, and I don't mind using the same room as Cyril for anything.
When Fram walking with him said, "Whatever you want, you can live with us" - Chocolate laughed lonely.
I guess I haven't sorted out my mind about my father's death yet.
A small party was held that day to celebrate the two discharges.
At least for the meantime, Chocolate was laughing with pleasure.
◇ ◇ ◇
Starting the next day, Cyril and Chocolate were to return to the store.
"I'm coming"
"Follow Me"
When the two voices were aligned, the cohabitants, who came all the way to drop me off, said as if they were going to drop off a human going to battle.
"Cyril, Mr. Chocolate, I'm not careful"
"It's my first day, so don't push it."
"Hang in there to the point of not being tired -!
"Totally removed the poison, but come back as soon as anything goes wrong"
Chocolate's been asleep for a week and Cyril's been asleep for two weeks, well, this level of concern is natural.
Still, I can't help but feel ashamed.
"That was an enthusiastic drop off. They're really sweet people."
Chocolate says as he walks side-by-side down the road to the store.
"Because of everything, I think it's very sensitive when someone gets hurt."
"Oh well, you know... you have one. I thought you were fascinated by Chocolate's cuteness."
"It's not"
"Ooh, cold tone sometime! Seniors are back on track."
"I don't know if I'd be happy there"
With that said, Cyril was also feeling that she was finally back to her routine.
Around the lab and the military, we will still be very busy with the post-processing of cases, but at least the city is as usual.
"And then it's just a question of how much strength you're losing while you're resting."
"There, I'm worried too, aren't I? Because even the body that was so tight made it even more beneficial because of my sleeping life."
I hear Chocolate wants to say “skinny”.
If you do say so, I also feel my hands and feet are thinner than before.
If you've been asleep for a week, it would be natural for you to have that kind of impact.
"Seniors are good in that regard, right? Is that what brave power is? No change in status at all... or rather, haven't you been empowered after the battle?
"'Cause basically I'm not going to back down"
"You say you're taking something horrible... that could be eating too much -"
"I'm not fat."
"Mucky!"
For some reason, angry chocolate.
Cyril, you are the enemy of all women! He seems to regret what he has just said.
When Cyril proudly won "Humph," to try, Chocolate made his nose even rougher.
Even while I'm doing this, the store approaches me.
So when Chocolate stopped her leg, she told Cyril in the same way.
"I have some luggage I'd like to pick up at my parents' house, so please go to the store first"
"Luggage? I heard they brought out everything that seemed to work."
"That's what I forgot. I forgot something very important. So I need to ask you a favor - could you take this to the store first?
That being said, Chocolate offered Cyril a bag in her hand.
"Juniors are trying to use seniors for luggage..."
"Chocolate's cuteness is a sin, so that's about it - not it. I can't carry this bag with me because I have a large package to pick up."
"If it's that big, I'll help"
"No, because it's something I don't want to be seen! So seniors, please give this to me."
Chocolate pushing luggage half forcefully.
I had no choice, Cyril got it.
Goodbye, seniors.
"Yeah...... I'll see you later"
Chocolat ran so energetically that he didn't think he was sick.
An unmistakable Cyril, when he drops that back off, has no choice but to head to the store alone.
Entering through the back door and heading to the dressing room, there was a rare appearance of a teachet there.
"Wow, my master's ghost is dressed. Did you finally die of drinking too much alcohol?
"Don't kill yourself! You were just up early because you guys are coming back!? Or is that the first voice of return!
It is a cheerful teachet in the morning.
But when it comes to “early," it's still time to stay the same as Cyril, or the same.
"Damn, I was worried about you, too, right?
"I'm worried. I don't know about drinking in their hospital room."
"There's booze there. Drink. You're the world's regulator."
I was a person who couldn't help it anywhere.
By the way, shortly after I started drinking in Cyril's hospital room, Tische is being stuck out by the hands of an association official.
"Oh, no. What happened to Chocolate? I heard you guys started living together."
"I was just staying. Chocolate went to my parents' house to pick up my stuff."
"Go with him."
I said, "I don't want to be seen."
"What luggage do you not want Cyril to see over this period?
"... come on?
Cyril put Chocolate's baggage on her desk.
Then, from the bag, the envelope falls off.
Tische, standing nearby, fell to the floor. Upon picking it up, he saw the written letter and solidified.
"I don't know about the privacy peek"
"Hey, does this say 'To Senior Cyril'?
"To me? Without saying it directly, I can't believe the letter..."
"What the hell is a love letter?
Taking the envelope away from Niyanya and the laughing teachet, Cyril opened slightly rampantly to retrieve the letter inside.
"Dear Sir Cyril, I won't be in Concilia already when you're reading this. Please forgive me for saying goodbye to a garbage scumbag like me for being such a waste of kindness"
"... oh, hey. Seriously, is that what you wrote?
When Cyril showed it silently, Tische pulled her cheeks.
"He... Was he the type of trash scum about himself"
"… Continue, you will read"
◇ ◇ ◇
"I'm a liar."
Chocolat recalls the contents of a letter he wrote to Cyril, shaken by a carriage moving away from Concilia.
"I'm an idiot"
The man who holds the horse's reins is a middle-aged man.
The plan was already underway during the hospital, long before Cyril woke up.
Arranging a carriage was an easy thing to do if you ask a man in the kingdom or army with hindsight in Chocolate.
"I am ungrateful."
However, there is only a small amount of money.
Chocolate had given her father the bulk of her salary, but more than 90% of it apparently disappeared into the cost of living and alcohol.
I have about a few days worth of accommodation, but life would be tough if I didn't look for a job soon enough at my place of emigration.
'I really can't help it, I think it's a sin that should never be forgiven for being near a fine person like Senior Cyril or Master Teachet, even though he's not worth living in this world, no matter how much for revenge'
If we stayed in Concilia, we would have been left with as many paths to live.
But Chocolate couldn't forgive herself for sinning but continuing to sweeten.
'I'm sure gentle seniors will deny it, but in fact, there's something I haven't told my seniors yet. Even though it's very important, I kept fooling around and ended up hurting my senior'
Think of it, I've been lying to you from the start.
Even the character "Bright but Junior," was created somehow to get closer to Cyril.
The original chocolate is a darker, poorly peopled woman, as Halom talked about one day.
'No matter how seniors forgive me, I can't forgive me. I'm garbage scum. It's a maggot that crawls at the bottom of the world and is not worth living. But I'm afraid of dying, so I'm just living pointlessly.'
Chocolate was about to write the letter, initially for Cyril and Teachet.
But as I was writing, I just threw up my mood from the middle of nowhere.
All this time, I've been deceiving you.
With my false self, I've had a false relationship.
That - I was scared that Cyril would find out, anyway.
'Yes, I'm scared. So I kept lying. Seniors are scared anyway. Seniors exposed their hearts to me, but I haven't been able to speak at all. You're a coward, your self-esteem is strong, and I hate that about me.'
Maybe that was, I'm sure, chocolate sweetness.
If you don't want them to know, you just have to say goodbye silently.
Without leaving a letter, we have to leave Concilia as it is and never go back.
But I couldn't.
Chocolate thinks she's worthless, but only her self-esteem is in the crowd, so at the same time she wants Cyril and Teachet to remember all the time.
But line up negative wording that scorns you, as if you were a absolver, because your worthlessness honestly does not allow you to spell it that way.
In those places, it just makes Cyril and the others feel bad.
"You can't let me live with a senior or a master like that. So I'm leaving this city. I will never go back. You've been so nice to me, and this is the last time, I'm sorry. '
Chocolate was crying when she wrote the last sentence of the letter.
I must be drunk on my own tragic self, I thought, and suddenly I didn't seem ugly.
Whatever you do.
Whatever you say.
Everything brings up its own ugliness.
Since when did that happen?
I don't know if I can remember.
Ever since I got my mind on it, I feel like this has been the case.
Besides, it's ugly to look for other reasons like "someone's fault" or “something happened”.
Because I chose to be who I am now.
Pushing the blame on others is all scum does.
"Ma'am, can I get a break?
Your uncle said.
Chocolate, lying on her knees and leaning down, gave her face all the way up, hurriedly nodding, "Ha, ha".
"I knew... don't just think about this when you're alone"
Or so, I don't want to be with anyone.
But no one stops me on my own, so my thoughts roll toward the infinitely worse, the worse.
"Seniors, you must be angry. I hope this time you'll give me all your love."
It's a lie.
No, is it serious, too?
Is that another pardon?
I don't know.
Or maybe the ugly self shouldn't be with Cyril - still wants to spend time with Cyril ugly - and that's both serious.
"I... shouldn't be there... people like me..."
Chocolate that repeats itself like a self-implication.
She spent some time doing so, but looked up at the lid and looked at the horse looking at the ground bored.
"... Uncle, you're not coming back"
From that way of putting it, I thought it was just a toilet, but it's a long time for that.
Or so, it's going to be awkward if you go looking for it.
I just have to shut up and wait here.
Then, after about five minutes, he finally returned.
Then let's go.
When he sits down properly, he grips the whip and advances the horse.
That voice was definitely my uncle's, but...
"Um, your uncle...?
"What?"
"Shrink?
Yes, he was small in height.
First of all, the late 180cm was a likely giant.
That's now about the size of a small woman.
"I've been fixing my robe, so it's my fault."
"Will that happen with just the robe?
"Hey."
The one who answers the taste of food.
Chocolate has no choice but to believe his words for the first time, though he doubts.
Anyway, the voices are together.
"By the way, it's not uncommon for a woman to travel alone."
"Yeah, well..."
"Tourism?
"... no. Find a place to live."
"Even though it's been peaceful, it's still noisy around here. Not even a strong woman. Then I guess I'll be exposed to bad guys."
"That's it too, maybe it's destiny"
No matter how unhappy you get, your priority is to get away from the Cyrillics.
"Did you tell anyone you knew?
……
"Have you been silent? Well, we'll all be worried by now."
"Are you..."
"Naturally. I'm worried, and you'll be angry."
"For me or something...... it's a waste. That feeling should be used more for someone else"
"That's another arrogant idea."
"Arrogance, is it?
Chocolate stared at your back unexpectedly.
"It is not for others to dictate to whom to turn their feelings. The guy likes to do it. It wouldn't be funny if that“ likes ”were so denied, even if it was the other person himself. If they ask you that, you must be angrier."
"But...... it's still a waste. It's not fair, me and my senior."
Is there something you're not telling me?
"Yes, I do. I haven't been able to tell the worst lie about the most important thing yet. I promised to talk, but I'm a coward..."
Dizzy, fist-gripping chocolate.
He kept silent for a while, so that he might wonder how she was.
"It's like we threw it all out for each other, keep it in your face, and only I've been hiding it. I don't like myself like this. I wish I was dead. I wish it had disappeared. But it's scary, so here's how... I'm trying to escape to a place where no one's here."
"... why didn't you try to talk to me?"
"Because I'm ugly"
"No."
And he who knew little of his face said so.
Why are you stepping so far into someone else's arse?
Chocolate was passing through skepticism and was having angry feelings for him.
"You must have been afraid to hate me"
"That's... of course, that's, but there is. Even so, what do you know!?
"In short, we still wanted to be together."
"That's right. Eh! I reconsidered, saying it wouldn't be good for seniors if I did that!
"Are those seniors so small that they can't take your secrets?
"I don't think so... it's not. Whatever happened to the seniors, you shouldn't be in that place like me!
"You can say it before you decide, all of it, honestly"
As he draws his reins, the horse stops his feet.
And when I removed the hood and shook my head, my golden hair fluttered.
"Otherwise, I'm not convinced either."
Chocolate looks at its side, which she knows well, opens her eyes, halves her mouth open and flashes.
"Let... let..."
Cyril, looking back at her, blurred "at all" with a grumpy face.
"Senior no!? Why are you here? Your voice was totally uncle, wasn't it!
"I magically changed my voice"
"It's everything...... so what about your uncle until just now?
"I'm asking you to wait. I can't believe you're going to use the name value of a brave man in this way."
"That's it, why..."
To that word, now Cyril with his head and a big sigh.
Then she moves to the front of the chocolate, be-chan! and pinched her face with both hands.
"Yikes!?" To Chocolate, who raised his voice and was astonished, Cyril said at close range and in a strong tone at no time.
"My life isn't cheap enough to bet on someone I don't care about!
"Hi-ha, hi-ha!
"Chocolate underestimates too much! It's all too small to estimate your worth and how much the people around you think about chocolate!
"Because I... really, it's not worth it..."
"That's why I'm saying I underestimate that. At least me and my master have trouble without Chocolate. Anyway, I'm in trouble!"
He was a chocolate left pushed by Cyril, but when he grips his hand hard on his chest, he argues with losing.
"But... that's the“ me ”that seniors know, right? It's true, helpless, scumbag, useless, not me worth being born to. Shh! Me, not in front of the seniors, he looked like a bright, active junior... but he's not really. That was an act I was doing to get closer to my senior because I knew how useless I was!
"I know. I know. That's when I said it!
"It's... even so, not yet. There's a lie I haven't told you yet."
"I asked Halom. Chocolate, I hear you used to show your face in the park a lot. You didn't really want to stay home, did you?
"It's..."
A chocolate that distracts me.
But Cyril's hands are holding onto her cheeks, so even if she doesn't like it, she can look me in the eye.
"Could it be, Chocolate, that you weren't doing well with your father originally?
"Ugh..."
"I mean, what Chocolate wanted from her resurrected mother wasn't for 'previous life' to come back. Time for a family who had always been unfriendly to behave as if they were a normal, friendly family - in other words, they wanted an 'ideal they couldn't have'"
That's the first lie Chocolate told.
She bites her lips like she was frightened and still takes her gaze off stubbornly.
"It's trivial. Even if it's a big difference for Chocolate, it's trivial for me. You really think I'm gonna hate chocolate about that?
"No, sir."
"It's not."
"No, I'm not! That's not all... it's not. I've been lying a lot bigger to my senior..."
"Then say it. I'll prove it in front of you."
Shrinking her body in fright, Chocolate looks sideways at Cyril.
Cyril, on the other hand, is just staring straight at her.
Chocolat repeated his rough breath several times, and he made up his mind - no, as he had noticed, he began to lay his eyes down and talk pompous.
"My family, as seniors say, has always been unfriendly. First of all, based on how we got married, right? I hear your mother had a lover, but now that you have your father's child, you have to marry her... and that's how I was born,"
unwanted child, it was not so harsh an environment as to say.
At least my mother treated Chocolate with affection, and my father sometimes looked like a father.
"Your father has been waving violence against your mother since before marriage, and that has been... a little better since I was born, but it's been going on. Your mother tried to protect me from such a father, but I knew there were limits to that too..."
Once I spoke out, strangely, the words didn't stop.
A moment later, there may have always been a desire to spit out at someone, somewhere in my mind.
"At one point, as if something had cut off, your mother's eyes changed. And your mother gives you the look of a father, beating, slapping and cursing me. 'I wish I hadn't born you, I would have tied you to that man if it wasn't for you, but die, die'. But after that, your mother must have been crying, like a child. All I could do was lean on my mother like that and, all this time, put my back on. I'm helpless. I don't know how much I want to support your mother and how much more filial I can be than my presence is your mother's misfortune... because there's nothing but death."
"... I don't think so. If it weren't for Chocolate, maybe your mother would have been broken."
"Are you saying that I was the support?
"Yeah."
"Well, after all... it would have been better without me. Your mother was happier when it broke fast."
The despair is so deep that the bottom is invisible.
Cyril, who couldn't step in easily, couldn't say anything.
"Besides, I was a really flirtatious daughter... I can't believe I supported you"
"Chocolate......"
"When you get a little older, you get a bad wit, and your mother gets violent with your father, and you think, 'Oh, it's time for your mother to stop being unbearable,' and you start running away."
"Halom, did you and I meet back then?
"Yes. I was surprised to see parents and children happily playing in the park, because there are normal families in the world. I admired it. He wanted to be like that... yes, I thought"
That was the biggest reason Chocolate wanted to spend a long day with three members of her family.
As a result, Cyril painfully understands what it feels like to have her father sacrificed, but hope so.
"It was a similar situation five years ago. By then, I had friends outside... and even though my mother couldn't get away from that cage all the time, I had a place to be. But under Origin's influence, my friend died in front of me. When I saw it, my parents got worried, and I went home... and I saw it."
Your mother was dead.
"... Yes. Your father was horseback riding on his mother, strangling him. Your father says your mother suddenly went crazy and attacked you, and you had no choice but to kill her. Then I ran away from the king's capital with your father and survived. But..."
Chocolate says, looking open as she forgot to blink, staring at a place where there is nothing.
"Dad, it was intact."
I remember that day, and I still remember it vividly, as I remember it.
"That's..."
"I ran away. Pretend not to notice, turn away from the inconvenient reality. I ran, ran, kept running. Five years ago, and still is, unchanged. Seniors. I'm really, really sorry. I knew it from the beginning. Your mother didn't die because of Origin - your father killed her of his own free will. Yet... vengeance or whatever the victim did! Even though I'm an accomplice! He's been a murderer for a long time. No!
"Chocolate, calm down!
Cyril gently embraced the confusing chocolate.
But Chocolate backs up in her arms, and she breaks out.
"Please don't, don't touch me. Come on! If you touch me or something, you'll get dirty to seniors!
"Because that's not true!
"I am! It's not like the seniors I've been chosen since I was born! I wanna disappear! But I'm afraid to disappear! So nobody's here. We have to get far. Go! Let me go, let me go. No, I knew I shouldn't be here!
"I don't care what Chocolate thinks, I want my master and I to be here!
"That's why!
As she silenced the chocolate answering her mouth, Cyril held her head strongly against her chest.
"It's up to me to decide whether that's the case or not! Chocolate should be here! What's more, we can't let that chocolate thing go!
It is impossible to dispel the inferiority that has been stained for eighteen years since birth, on this occasion alone.
No matter what word you say, no matter how desperately you embrace it, Chocolate's self-loathing will never go away.
So I'm sure Cyril thinks what she needs now is “fortitude”.
"Because I won't miss trying to escape. We want to be with Chocolate!
"Ugh, uhh..."
Chocolate weeps in Cyril's chest.
Cyril inquired, gently but with her head trembling with her body.
"I mean, how were you going to live out of Concilia on your own?
"If I sell my body... I wonder what it will be..."
"Then you can't miss it extra. We need to tie it up properly."
"Terrible... seniors, right..."
"Because you know I'm selfish. I don't care who tells me, I'll do what I want."
With those words and feeling Cyril's body temperature, Chocolate's heart leans against her.
This is the same thing.
Also, just find a different dependency.
But maybe human beings are such things.
I can't live alone.
So, whether he knew he was a terrible person or he was killing my mother, Chocolate had no choice but to follow my father.
And the destination I chose for my next cottage is much warmer and more comfortable than ever -
"I... your father died, and I was so, so sad. But at the same time... some of me got a load off my shoulder, sooo, so light-hearted... but it sucks that my father would be happy to die..."
"Nothing. I think you've been dating a father like that a lot."
"... I was just running away"
"Human beings are like that."
"Seniors have a core, don't they? He said he'd do what he wanted."
"Didn't I tell you before? This, because it's a take-out from someone else."
"Yes, what is it? Well, Mr. Flam or something..."
"No, I'm not. She was a younger girl. He's already dead."
"Ah..."
"Never mind, because he's the only kid who had to. But if I hadn't met her... I'd still be crushed by the role of brave man as I hate myself."
Remembering five years ago, Smudge and Cyril talk.
The method might not have been right.
But you won't even have to be denied the way you think.
Do what you want.
If people are pulled too far by their responsibilities and roles, people break down one day.
"People are changeable creatures, but they don't change on their own. Making humans is meeting. I think. Who do you meet, who do you connect with... when you say you don't have a body or a lid, you're lucky. I'm sure Chocolate has always been unlucky."
It's not someone's fault.
I just didn't have any luck - such optimistic thinking is saving Chocolate a lot.
"So... now that I've met a senior or a master, you're lucky"
"I don't know about that. Because the master is not sloppy and I have unexpected clutter..."
"Tell me you're lucky to be there."
"Haha, because if I affirm there, I'll have to be a“ good senior ”and I'll be under heavy pressure. As always, I will continue to do so as a moderately appropriate senior there."
"Then I, too, will do it as a younger junior. Truth be told... I also don't know if this is an act or if it's serious"
Chocolate can't deal with Cyril with her personality other than herself now.
I guess it was definitely an act at first.
But if that's how you can stain yourself and behave like that without having to be aware of it while you're spending time with Cyril or Teache - it's no longer an exaggeration to say chocolate itself.
"Meet me, seniors and masters, and maybe I'm already, like, different"
Chocolate stares at Cyril's face and laughs with her eyes swollen.
Cyril has been transformed by someone.
Trouble with flams, mutts, and mill kits, too, supported.
So I finally got here - for the first time, I feel like Cyril, minus the power of the brave, could have saved someone.
Filling her chest with such a comfortable sense of accomplishment, Cyril took Chocolate's hand and returned to Concilia.
By the way - it goes without saying that after returning to the store, the chocolate was subtly entangled in a booze smelling teachet.