Do You Think You Can Run After Reincarnating, Nii-san?

In this world, when I reunited without knowing I was, and I just became a mentor.

When he asked me why I wanted to be good at spirituality, Jack answered with a constant breath -

-... because I don't like it... Yikes!

- I can't... I can't... I can't... I can't protect you!

True words, which do not seem to me to be children who have lived without any freedom in the house of nobility.

I suppose he was special to me from the time I heard those words that made me an altercation without remorse and guilt.

That word must have been zero out of the back of his soul.

In a situation where my head hardly works, and I can't even remember the clutter, that's why I'm overflowing, pure wishes.

Not cloudy with the venom of a suspicious dark, human, beautiful soul shape named Jack......

I wanted to make that word come true for you, as Rachel, as a master.

That thought remains a little unchanged.

That's why.

I have to remind you.

I have to rescue you.

It was golden, that boyhood - it was never a bad dream.

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Dragon Knight - Benny and Binny were waiting as Asmodeus returned from the holes in the empty wall between his glances.

The twins approach me with a serious face, fluttering down on the ground scattered with rubble.

Will I be led to believe that this is happening while I am entrusted with Jack?

The slander threw utterly unexpected words at me, prepared to be spoiled and received.

"Mr. Rachel......"

"There is only one way to save your majesty, Mr. Jack."

... Huh?

I look back at my siblings with a similar face, in astonishment.

"Not me. Not us."

"Because we're going to have a majority vote."

I breathed sharply.

I knew the way they said it.

But... but that's...!

"Dangerous, too......! If you do that, Jack's personality -!"

"I just have to believe it,"

"To get you to believe, you have to believe"

Put aside, the twins turned their backs together and headed for the entrance between the glances.

"Time, I will make it"

Mr. Jack, please.

Leaving behind a resolute, irrevocable word, they leave between sight and sight.

Me and the other one - sitting between the thrones, leaving only Jack.

No shaking, no straying, two words and a back were asking me to be ready.

To get Jack to believe it.

To get Jack back before he became the Demon King.

Take the risk of losing everything, be prepared.

I cross between silent, dark, cold, blood-smelling sights...

As I walked over, I felt as if Jack's suspicious ghost was going to stab me all over my body.

Still.... my feet will no longer stop.

Stand before the throne.

Luxurious, and sitting deep down like you're being taken in, you see the face of one boy.

... and.

I tell that cheek, I see a glimmer of tears......

"Jack... it's already painful, isn't it?

Talking, there's no answer.

"What keeps me suspicious of people who will be nice to me, who will believe me... You're bitter, sad, lonely, aren't you?

Still, his heart is alive.

"So let's get this over with."

So even if it's painful...

"Use [the Sanya literature] to share my memories with you. … so that I can prove beyond question that I am the drug Shouyasha Li"

Jack's nothingness eyes, … slowly, looked up at my face.

That's right.

This is the way to break the cage of suspicious demons created by Asmodeus without question.

In the first place, Jack's heavy use of Benny should also have been a major reason for checking the spirit between the twins - [Sanya's grammar] is the most effective measure against Asmodeus' approach.

"- Except"

and.

I will explain the single biggest problem.

"In order for you to reach the memory of my previous life, you must overcome the hundreds of years I have spent in this world - no, more than a thousand years of memory. In the process, I can never guarantee that your self will be safe..."

Too long, a journey of memory.

To my memory, which pushes me like a fury, Jack's personality may be washed away like graffiti engraved on a beach of sand.

... no... ten, eighty-nine, it will be.

But.

Still.

"I believe you can do it.... What about you?

It all depended on his will.

Jack stares at a void like nowhere else.

It's like a dream......

"... all the time, I don't know..."

A plundering voice came out of his trembling lips.

"Happy and hard things come and go... is this world, for me, a sweet dream...? Or... nightmare, is it...?

Eyes that stare into nothingness, however, have a glow.

In black smeared despair, nevertheless, surely, a dot of light shines.

That's... exactly.

The appearance of his pure, soul, which I once saw.

"Do you... tell me that, Master...?

tickled, and I smiled.

Finally, he asked me.

If there's anything I don't know, I just need to be honest with you - oh, really, finally.

"No, Jack. … this world is not a dream"

Bend your hips in front of Jack sitting on the throne, be gentle on his face, and attach your hands.

"There are plenty of people who move for you like no other, as a definite reality.... I'll remind you of that now."

Jack wouldn't resist, even if I looked at him.

His breath hits his lips.

Tilt your neck slightly so that it doesn't hit your nose.

And - I felt fluffy and soft on my lips.

[Sanya's literature].

A path connects me to the spirit of Jack.

At the same time - his memories poured in all at once.

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It was a nightmare.

It was hell.

It was dark.

Five years smeared in black.

What I clearly remember. Scattered memories just saying that it pollutes the spirit itself.

Just even, when pain and sorrow and hatred and anger come, they leave.

I saw many tears.

I saw a lot of blood.

I saw many deaths.

I couldn't stop all of that.

Just one.

Only one irrational thing was there, and the body that was supposed to be five bodies satisfied stopped moving at all.

If I had been admonished, I would have had an excuse.

There was nothing I could do. He said he had just succumbed to cowardly violence.

But no.

This (...) body did not move out of pure fear.

Though I was supposed to correct that mistake, a real brother - because I trembled from the bottom of my heart at the presence of her.

So, just a coward.

No excuses.

I've killed over twenty acquaintances, coward.

Yeah, that's why he couldn't stand it.

I wish I had rushed right into the police after I unlocked it… it was impossible.

Such a coward is not worth living.

Which knuckles are you going to lower and say congrats and survive?

That's how, at the bottom of his heart, at the back of his soul, he denied himself thoroughly - he couldn't even float to the edge of his head what he needed to do to survive.

Nevertheless, he was given a second raw.

For Jack, that would have been nothing more than a plea of not guilty.

That's what they would have told me if you weren't even worth dying for...

So to him life in this world was like redemption.

Never again, I won't be a coward.

Evil like Sharon doesn't miss being just one.

Because of that impulse, he was able to turn only seven years old and convict the female bandits relentlessly...

... I thought you were a diligent kid.

It was complaining about the training I imposed, but only once, I didn't try to skip.

Exploring his memory, I finally know the real reason for it….

For Jack, the second raw was a long act of self-harm.

I had to ignore that no matter how painful, no matter how hard it was, this was no big deal compared to them killed in front of me...

I cursed myself that I, the sinner, should not vomit weak sounds or anything...

To me, to Mr. Colum, to Mr. Madeline, to Elvis, to Azerea, to Ruby, to Gawayne.

He would have opened his mind to me... but for once, he had never tried to rely.

At least I don't remember being consulted...

There's only one person he's allowed to do that to himself.

It was just one girl.

- You can sweeten me. You can count on me. You don't have to be cool, do you?

- Don't hesitate to show me the pity, the pity, the weakness.

- 'Cause that's... that's your daughter-in-law's job, right?

Phil was the only one who pardoned Jack for so long blaming himself.

Heavy guilt like lead.

That's the only way she could unleash the mind that was closing.

To Jack, she looked like a bodhisattva.

That's why.

That's why.

It sucked.

Exactly, as if they were going to cut the spider's thread.

He was deprived in the worst possible way of the light of salvation that he had finally grasped...

- Oh, it's like, it's hospitality.

- Looks like someone's laughing off when I get up and see where I'm delighted.

- Is that funny?

- Hey.

- Is it that funny that I'm having such a hard time?

- If that's the case, I'm not going out with you guys anymore.

- I'll end it.

- All of it.

- All of it.

From there on ahead, … deep deep, dark.

Close the lid of your heart yourself, watch nothing, and push towards the end.

No longer for him, that's all salvation.

- If this world is just a nightmare to torment me.

All you have to do is wake up.

- I'm done with the long chase experience.

I finally finish walking through the darkness that doesn't shoot an inch of light.

At the end of it, one boy was squatting.

The figure remains a child.

In the previous life, in this world, as when I met him, he remained a young child.

He was robbed of everything.

The right to live in the crowd and even grow up as an adult.

-... all the time, I've missed you...

Jack's soul revealed his exfoliating heart.

- It's always dark, and nobody's helping me. So I have to do something...

That was once a zero word for Phil as well......

In his heart, a great great great solitude.

"... that's hard."

As I lean against its loneliness, I say:

"We live with all sorts of people. He sees all sorts of people, listens to words, and lives with them carved into his chest.... like you still have Phil in you.

I really can't live happily ever after on my own.... even if you're not walking next door or in the same place.... if you don't rely on someone, you can't do life. "

I, too, have relied on many people.

To Tula, to the old master, to all sorts of people I've ever met.

Without the 'fringe' with them, I would not be here right now.

- That's what Phil said.

Says Jack.

with giving up.

- But Phil was that guy.

- Guys, it's him. It's that sister.

"... I think so."

- Then!

"Bye, Jack.... you don't like Phil?

The answer was interrupted.

Jack's heart stopped denying it for as long as it lasted.

"What about Mr. Anelli, who was a caretaker? It was Sharon a few times. Where's Azelea? What about Ruby?... what they said, the days I spent with them - you think it's fake?

His life, which he experienced in pursuit, was certainly a nightmare.

Hell, it was dark.

But - but that was never all.

Living with my family was warm.

I was happy to lean in with Phil.

Life in college was fun.

Even if some of them were bluffs forged by Sharon.

Those golden days are... unmistakable and authentic.

"In the end, I don't know what's in other people's minds. I can't believe I believe 100 percent, not in the first place.

... in which, like sand gold lost in the grains of sand, I find something that I want to believe and think is real, and I punish it in my heart - I'm sure we all live more or less that way "

It's natural that no one can believe it.

I don't know what others are thinking. Whether the person is Sharon or not, there's nothing you can believe.

That's why you shine.

In a world of people who can't believe anything, and still wish to believe it - like glitter, like gold.

-... What if they betray you?

The questioning voice was like a obstinate child.

A grain of anticipation, amidst irrational objections.

That's like gold lost in the sand.

Wherefore I will lift up a grain thereof.

"You can cry"

I said, smiling loosely.

"For I will comfort you with all my comforts."

The answer was the same as Phil's once did.

That's why I say it so many times.

She said she was right.

He said it wasn't fake.

-... ahh

-... oh...

The whimper leaked.

Squatted in the darkness, he looked up into the sky but cried with a voice up.

Tears dripping down his cheeks, falling into a black world.

Just a few.

Darkness left the place where the tears fell, albeit to a degree of stain, and glowed golden.

Surely in its glow is its memory.

The golden boyhood shines brightly.

And I held him gently as a child.

And ask.

As it once was.

For the future.

"Hey, what's your name?

- … Kōjo (Jack), Kyoya (Lieber).

"Hey. What do you want?

Looking up to heaven, there was always a blue sky out there.

On the horizon, a tall entrance cloud.

Even the mundane heat is transmitted to the skin, and...

With Minmin.

The cicada was ringing.

- It's a fragment of a rubbed memory.

- Happy memories, which should have disappeared on the other side of the nightmare.

"... I am"

The boy looks up into the sky.

"I..."