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

We turned back to the Inn once we witnessed an unusual sight on the way to the Reber Mansion - a philosophical zombie manipulated by Sharon and a thought girl, tragically murdered by countless living crap.

Naturally, I don't see anywhere the girl who gave Rachel the date.

Her father, the master of the inn, works only to open the liquor store at night...

"... Jack. That husband..."

"... 100 percent, I guess zombies"

Perhaps he must also be a philosophical zombie.

The horrible thing about [Death Candle] is that.

Philosophical zombies, even those close to them - even if they were family members - are difficult to discern.

To the best of my knowledge, there is only one way to do this... to see if there will be a scratch within the deactivation junction by Orobus - that's all.

I mean, you can poke your mind all you want.

No one thinks that a family or acquaintance who has forgiven their heart will kill themselves for no reason or foretaste - even the most powerful spiritual magician, the Eternal Spirit King, did.

I didn't experiment, but if humans killed by philosophical zombies can be philosophical zombies again...

No other party to philosophical zombies thinks they are all philosophical zombies as well.

"But thinking about it..."

Back in the room and close the door, Raquel says.

The soundproofing of this room cannot be said to be perfect either - even more vigilant, [the hymn of purity] was used to adjust the range of voice reaching like a directional speaker.

There are also hands that use [Sanya literature], but when you do that, you don't know what's going on out there.

"... Seven years ago, a philosophical zombie back in Dimkurd went up to the number of hundreds of percent of the population... but given the menacing diffusion of philosophical zombies, it wasn't weird that all the residents were zombies...?

"That's it. According to the estimates of the 'scientists' held in Dimkurd, it won't take two years to estimate modestly until all the Dimkurd people during the time of the Kingdom of Laes are replaced by philosophical zombies"

"Two years...? Well, then..."

"Yes. Phil did - Sharon left Dimkuld when he was nine. And in this day and age, I'm seven - if I could have handled the [Death Candle] at this point, the Dimkurd humans would have been 100% zombie."

Sharon didn't feel the need to go that far, because there would be.

Assuming that philosophical zombies can be produced by the murder of philosophical zombies, it is not necessary for Sharon himself to be in Dimkurd - including the period of time he was in the King's Capital, a calculation that has four years.

The diffusion power of philosophical zombies increases geometrically - in as many as four years it would have been possible to replace all the kingdoms of Laes with corpses instead of Dimkurds.

There is no doubt that Sharon's purpose was not to make the world an empire of corpses by the power of the [Dead Candle].

But it was very little nonetheless.

At any rate, even after Katastrov seven years ago, Dimkurd's economic activity did not have to collapse beneath the bend - it remained at that level of depopulation.

"Hard to think about, but did Sharon's guy take care to keep me out of trouble even after he died - or did he have some reason not to get more zombies disorderly"

"I can't get more zombies, why..."

It must be the same sight that brought me and Rachel back to the back of their brains.

Countless live crap, ruined relentlessly as if they knew the girl was a living corpse......

"... Whatever, the problem is how to get in touch with your mother"

Once the thought was broken, we moved on to a concrete plan of action.

"What do I hide in the Lieber Mansion? I live in this era. It is not hard to imagine that the surveillance network by Sharon's philosophical zombies would be the thickest stretched place"

"Even if Mr. Madeline is not a zombie himself, servants and escorts around him..."

"A zombie. In fact, I saw them back in the body."

The maids who adored me and Phil, the butlers who treated me like my real grandfather - everyone and him, without one exception, returned to the corpse.

The mansion I was born and raised in was a zombie hall for all but myself.

Raquel frowned as he seemed to follow.

"In that case, it was a miracle... that I was able to go to college alive"

"The Dean of the College was probably killed by his husband, Mr. Clive. It would have been difficult to strike the surprise of your class of spiritualists if they hadn't forgiven you so much..."

Even though he said he lived with his family, Rachel is an outsider - he didn't put as much trust in Mr. Clive as the Dean had placed in the servants of the Lieber family.

Besides, being a zombie won't increase your ability to assassinate me... Even an amateur wouldn't beat a sleeping rachel.

"It's dangerous to approach the Reavers helplessly. I hope you wake up time paradox and time returns......"

"To the extent that the time paradox doesn't happen, we need to get into something we can't help..."

That temporal retrograde phenomenon is not convenient, as it happens when we can no longer achieve our goals.

Only prevents time paradox.

If Sharon changes her behavior to an extent that doesn't affect the future, and hands on her early, our purpose will not be achieved.

And the result is carved into cause and effect.

Even if we can do karma again, we'll have to watch without the art of exchanging ourselves in the past.

Afraid of it, I stopped forcing contact with my mother.

"My mother and I have no choice but to make contact outside the mansion"

In the end, the conclusion was one.

At the Reaver Mansion, where Sharon's surveillance is thick, we quickly find ourselves in a cause-and-effect trail.

So aim for the timing of your mother's outing.

In fact, in my memory as well, the store (...) laid (...) saw (...) know (...) et al (...) no (...) two (...) people (...) set (...) visited (...) my mother (...) (...) and (...) came (...) (...) (...) memories (...) yeah (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...)

"Surely my mother must have had a habit of looking around the city on her own feet. Of course it had to have been escorted..."

"I think it's easier to steal eyes than the mansion.... If you use this now, you can talk."

Orientation Speak by [hymn of purity]?

... All right. The policy was set.

Contact is tomorrow.

Only Rachel, who was accustomed to traveling, looked over, and this inn was a fine category for the price.

If you go down to the tavern on the first floor, you can put it on a cheap and decent meal, and the walls and floors are thick to the extent that you don't care about the noise on the first floor.

Even if you don't say you have a bath, there is a water field on the property that uses well water, and one hand wipe is enough to dust off your journey.

... If the store owner wasn't even a zombie, he wouldn't have had a single complaint.

"Uh... Jack. I just want to wipe my body..."

Night.

That's what Rachel said as she glanced at me.

"Oh well. From the battle with Asmodeus, it was a force as it was - I'm sorry I didn't feel comfortable."

I said, once I tried to leave the room...

"Hey, wait a minute!

Rachel grabbed my arm in a panic and made me stop my leg.

Yeah?

I look back in surprise.

"Uh, you know, the..."

After just letting his eyes swim, Rachel lay her eyes down at her lack of confidence - but with a strong grasp on my arm - she shrugged in a fine voice.

"... body, wipe, I need your help..."

Oh...... what, you know what?

"Cheap for you, master"

"And I told you my master had stopped... silly apprentice"

Turning away from his face, Rachel sits on the bed and takes off her robe.

Turning my back, I soaked my hand wipe in the water I had drawn in the bucket with my master lying beside me as I snuggled off my clothes.

I don't know how incapable I am of living that I need help wiping my body too - something I've often traveled for decades.

Well, then you're going to go down.

By the time he had finished squeezing his hand wipes, Rachel was exposed to white backs.

Her upper body is completely naked - she hides it by holding her rich breasts with her right hand, while excluding her long blue hair beside her with her left hand.

You hide it, I thought.

I remember when I was a kid, I didn't even hide the top from the bottom.

"... oh, please..."

"Mmm."

On a slightly rounded back, gently hit a wet hand wipe.

"Huh..."

Was it cold, Raquel made his body jump tingly.

I gently wipe my white back like I handle cracks.

There's no scratch on Rachel's back.

For the long - hundreds of years of fighting, as miraculously.

I'm sure that's because of the power of [healing whip] - or maybe it's because there was a reason I never wanted to scratch my skin.

It is impossible to be over-conscious and self-conscious.

I followed her memories, her battles, all by myself...

"... Bye, Jack. Enough with my back..."

"Mm-hmm. Okay."

"So... well... next..."

Hmm?

Next?

Rachel looked back at me over her shoulder, immediately distracted, and looked at me again - repeating it several times.

He said as he dyed his long ears bright red to the tip, closing his eyes.

"Ma... even before, wipe it...!

At the same time, he turned around from body to body and lowered his hand, which was hiding his chest, onto the sheet.

The two swells that lost their support were faintly pulled by gravity, fluttering and shaking.

But - my attention, it caught on the edge of my sight. I didn't go to that.

He closed his eyelids and poured his gaze on Rachel's face, whose face turned bright red.

"... hey, Rachel"

After all this time, I finally realized.

"Maybe... you're tempting me?

"... ooh"

Raquel shifts his face aside, as one looks bad.

Furthermore, he covered his chest with both arms as he slumped off his shoulders.

"... I knew, I couldn't...?

"No, you said it didn't work... why?

I don't know what the intent is.

I had no idea that that iron skinned master - or that colorless Asha Li - would go into this kind of action.

"... I regret..."

To squeeze it out, Raquel said.

"Because of that girl... because of Sharon... I can't believe Jack can't love anyone... I never, ever want to admit that"

"No one will ever love me... that may have blunted me a little, but I like it right, there's something about Rachel. I shared a spirit, you know?

"Yes, I know. I get it, I get it. Jack - I'm stuck at the bottom of your soul, there's fear..."

I felt stiffer in the back of my chest.

"Jack."

Rachel looks me straight in the eye and stabs me in the back of the heart.

"You are - scared. that I will be like Sharon."

I whispered.

Furious emotions overflowed from the back of my spirit.

- Oh, love.

Love. Love!

I am familiar with the emotions that they call me.

It was carved.

Screwed.

Over and over again.

Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat.

In five years, too, across.

No one has whispered more love to me than he has.

No one has ever been more in love with me than he is.

So.

So.

Yes - I know.

Love smells like blood.

Love is what hurts someone.

Because, in fact.

I 'm-- with this hand.

"Jack!"

The moment the feeling of a thin neck came back to life in both hands, a warm, soft body enveloped my entire body.

Rachel held me naked in her upper body.

"Steaming back, sorry...... But I want you to remember - love is not horrible. How you feel about taking care of someone... never, never hurt them."

... I guess.

I guess it's true.

'Cause the more I think back, the more convinced I am.

The fact that I had blood connected to that sister falls to my heart.

When I put Vicki the female bandit in this hand, I didn't hesitate at all...

He thought very naturally that he was in danger, Phil was in danger, and that's why he could kill him...

That's exactly the same, isn't it?

You killed countless people because you liked me, just like that sister.

We're brothers and sisters.

Born from the same parents, raised in the same family, the closest person in the world.

Even if the blood isn't connected anymore.

"Little by little, remember... Even if the trigger is…… let, lust or not……"

"... thanks, Raquel"

I whispered in those long ears as I stroked my sapphire-like hair to calm my mind.

"But you don't have to do anything you're not used to... All you have to do is stay by my side, and I'll be safe and sound - it's true, isn't it?

"... peace of mind, not only"

From the inside of my chest, Raquel looks up at me with a tight, jitty eye.

"A little bit... thrilled, I hope you do"

"... good luck"

"Yeah."

Then, I had Rachel wipe my body to say it was payback, and then the two of us dived into the hanging cloth.

Rachel, with her head on the pillow next to her, carelessly reaches out and hugs my head gently into her chest.

I miss it somewhere, the sweet smell of cream and the softness of marshmallows make my heart almost melt just for a moment.

"... Rachel?

"I cannot be Phil's replacement"

The pain stabbed me in the chest.

"But... ki-kun. Phil, instead of Asha Lee. Then you didn't, did you?

... Oh, you're right.

Phil was no substitute for anyone.

Even if I ever remember about Asha Li through Phil... the thought was something that existed separately.

To that proof, even now that I have been reunited with Asha Li, my feelings for Phil are no different...

"You're supposed to be someone who can love a lot of people. Because of Sharon, I just forgot a little about it"

Try to teach gently, Rachel's voice whispers in her ear......

"Absolutely fine - you'll be happy, I'm sure"

... Is that okay?

I'm happy, okay...

That's how I rolled down into the abyss of sleep.

The next morning.

Something happened that I didn't expect.

"No way......"

"Why......!?

From the gap between the half-opened wooden windows, we look down in front of the inn's doorway.

There was a woman there with a frivolous escort who responded to the innkeeper.

Long dark hair with loose wavy.

I don't think the gentle yet Rin stand-up is from a very noble ancestry.

I couldn't have forgotten what it looked like.

"... mother..."