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

My hands were betting.

My legs were beckoning.

I don't know, I'll look down at my hands.

Bright red water, dirty from finger to wrist.

What is this, and I'll look down at your feet.

My father and mother are bleeding and I can't move.

Oh - it's a familiar sight.

The smell of this blood.

Dark vision.

I've seen it many times.

Five years of nightmares. I saw it many times when that sister was in control of everything.

My sister.

Blood-connected, real sister.

I made the same thing, over and over again.

- I love you, brother.

- I love you.

If I loved you, would I?

If it was an act of love, would you be forgiven for doing anything?

Even if it's a killer.

- [Chuckles]

- Atashi............ laugh, hey.........

I see.

Right.

There are people who can kill you.

There are times when I can kill you.

If so.

In front of me, Phil's face appeared.

I put my hand, which became Vietnamese with blood, on its neck.

- Oh, speaking of which, I did.

- I have the same blood as my sister.

That's when...... from behind, I was hugged by something soft.

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Wake up.

I saw a wooden ceiling that sank in the dark.

……………………

I'll count the wood on the ceiling for a while.

All at once.

Unconsciously.

Don't let the dreams you just had come to mind.

"... sooo..."

I took a gentle breath in my ear.

Looking to the side, Rachel, with her head on the same pillow, was quietly closing her lid. Zero breath from my cherry lips tickled my ears.

I smile and gently stroke my hair like a sapphire.

I'm just being sweet.

Seven years ago - no, more. Ever since I was reincarnated into this world, I've had people around me sweeten me.

I have memories. I remember Rachel wandering the maze of cause and effect, hundreds of years...

She must be rewarded for saving me from the darkness so far.

This whole spirit of mine, everything in my life...

- …………………………………………

I immediately shook off the feeling that came back into my hands.

...... gutter.

…………

I think I heard something from afar, and I wake up a little.

...... Gatta, Zuri......

I can hear you.

It's faint, but I do hear it.

Is this... the first floor...?

When I left the bed gently, I headed for the entrance and opened the door just a little.

…………………………………………

Silence.

Upstairs in the hallway, there's no sign of anyone.

… confirm.

Then should Rachel wake up too?

I looked back at Sleeping Rachel.

Peaceful sleeping face.

It's like after a tough fight.

... forever, don't be sweet, no.

When I opened the door so as not to make any noise, I turned off my weight in [nested permeable wing] and killed my footsteps, descending the stairs to the ground floor.

On the ground floor, which is a tavern, but I don't already have one.

Traces of drinking and eating were also cleaned up beautifully, and the deserted table and chair were just quiet back in the dark.

But... sloppy.

Slip and roll.

It sounded like dragging something.

That's... from behind the counter.

It was heard from the employee's modem and thought room….

I killed my breath, went inside the counter, and made just a few gaps in the modem door.

In the darkness, there was something dazzling.

Eye gazing.

I'm not a person.

Not like cats or dogs.

Far smaller than that - it was an object.

Is that... a rag, huh?

When a few rags were alone, he wiped the floor around.

It's dark and I don't know... but that's the same thing I've seen before.

Probably the end of the blood trail.

... Again, as I thought, the innkeeper's husband was also a philosophical zombie.

I guess my mother visited this inn this morning to make sure of that.

I don't know how they discern philosophical zombies, but their mothers are steadily finding them and secretly ending them...

Even I, my real son, didn't notice. That trick is a remarkable word.

But still - Sharon is faster, one hand.

Tomorrow, Sharon will board himself at the Lieber Mansion.

It was now clear why he had committed such a dangerous act.

Only a zombie made of the power of Bifronce can tell her from her mother.

Sharon himself, the main body, was a living human being - so he struck his mother by riding into the main circle without daring to bring Zombie, a powerful handkerchief -

-... no?

Wait a minute. On second thought, why did Sharon miss her mother to this day?

The relationship between the Postford Chamber of Commerce and the Lieber family is old...... The raid could have been carried out at any time.

I dropped that off until tomorrow, why...?

Was there also a reason why I couldn't do something?

Even using the invincible Bifronce, which allows you to control the people you kill without question?

... Invincible...?

No, yeah, yeah - I killed Sharon, that day seven years ago. Obviously, there's one strange thing going on.

It's Dad.

My father, who was supposed to destroy the body with this hand, did, that day, shelter me.

If that's not an illusion or a miracle.

Perhaps your father and mother have it?

Silver valet against the Death Commander Bifronce.

It's, uh...

- You're gonna regret this.

When my thoughts tried to get to the answer so that I could suck it in, I heard a voice.

I am.

Horrible......

I looked back.

In the darkness of the corner of the tavern, there was a shadow of a girl.

"Tomorrow, to that mansion, when I go.... I'm sure you'll regret it?

In front of me, it turns red.

Breathing gets rough.

A heartbeat strikes an early bell.

The shadow.

You can't even look at it wrong.

"Phi -"

Before you call, the girl laughs at you for tickling.

... in the darkness, vanished...

"... Damn!!

You're gonna regret this?

I know, that's not true.

Still, I have to go.

To defeat you.

To move on to the future.

Now it's time - to be happy.

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And the day of fate has come.

I'll put that mansion in sight from outside the gate.

The building itself remains seven years later.

And yet, why not?

Just looking at it like this,... something, something I don't know, comes up from the bottom of my chest...

"... Jack"

"Oh.... time"

To miss you, I haven't been going back causally.

We talked to the guards and definitely stepped onto the premises of the Lieber Mansion.

"What was Jack doing at this hour?

Rachel asks as she walks through the front yard for the front door.

Right. Time will likely return when I find it this time, so I need to remember what I did.

"This time, maybe... is when I'm looking for Phil. He's going missing in someone else's house, so Mr. Postford asked me to hide a little -"

Ask the servants... yes, and then, indeed, outside -

I got there in front of the front door.

It was that moment.

I made a noise and the door opened all by itself.

""... Huh!?

Alone... then, no.

For a moment, it was out of sight - but beyond the open door, there was one boy.

The kid, who looks busy somewhere with his aristocratic stature, looks surprised to see me and Rachel in order.

Give me that face.

I'm not the only one who didn't know.

Jack Lieber.

Seven years old, it was me.

What do you mean...?

I don't remember anything like this.

It's not time we went back, it's cause and effect - in a book terms, it's like going back to the previous page.

So if I had witnessed us at the time, it would have been in a book named My Memory - a statement that I saw myself as an adult.

You forgot that because you were a little girl?

No, but how can this scene be the only one when I remember so much else?

"Um... are you a customer?

I don't even hide my suspicions, and I'm seven years old and I ask.

Once I shelve my doubts, I rush to say.

"Oh, oh...... I made a promise to your parents."

"My father would be responding to other customers right now... uh, you 're-"

Shit. What a name?

I thought so. Exactly then, a soft voice broke in from the back of the mansion.

"- Oh, that's okay, Jack. You're my guest."

It was my mother.

Mother came smiling softly and told us.

"Welcome. And your wife, please, come inside."

"... Yes"

Rachel replies small.

chronologically, before I met Rachel right now - but not necessarily later I wouldn't be noticed by a voice color match.

"I heard that, Jack. You're going looking for a postford lady?

"Yes, because I couldn't find it in the mansion"

"Please go with care. Don't go too far."

"Yes."

We went into the entrance, trying to replace the honest seven-year-old with me.

I must say, I'm a seven-year-old and I'll have a light conversation.

When the door closed and I couldn't see that little back, my mother laughed strangely as she creaked.

"It was kind of a strange sight. I have two different sons lined up."

"... my liver is cold"

That feeling of seeing yourself in front of the past is hard to describe in a nutshell.

It's like envy - or pity.

I know in this body the painful journey that that child is going to follow...

"Both of you, I'll show you to the reception room - no, do you know where? Let's go before Jack finds the postford lady."

I sneak out and whine as I follow my mother who walked out.

"... time won't come back"

"The time paradox didn't happen - Jack, don't you remember, just now?

"That's refreshing...... I remember everything else that happened on this day..."

"The major muscles are the same, only some memories are different?... right. Maybe..."

"What?

"I don't remember this very clearly either, but I've apparently repeated the same 100 years several times."

"Oh. I know that too..."

"Don't know? Causally, a hundred very similar years were repeated over and over - and all we remember is the last loop of them (...)"

"... ah"

"This age that we have come to is one of the same hundred years in which there are many on the causal side. We, the outsiders who have traced the cause and effect back, to the next (...) of (...) l (...) - (...) p (...) are (...) led (...) succeeded (...) by (...) i (...) i copied and pasted in [the leading cause and effect] because it is a cause long before this era"

"You know what... We're here now. In the next loop of this cause and effect, we're not there. So my memories were overwritten and my memories of meeting myself from the future disappeared..."

By analogy to the book by way of example, there are parts of the same statement that have been repeated over and over again, but only one of them appears.

The only thing we remember is the description of the last loop, so you can't possibly remember our description that came in the loop before that.

If anyone remembers that - yes, like Teena Cleese, only those who have the right to view the cause and effect from the upper echelons.

"Please wait here. My husband will be here soon."

That's what my mother told me and I sat on the couch at the reception... but wasn't my father at this hour sure he was responding to Mr. Posford?

I was worried that he would really come, but fulfilled it, and quickly Dad - Column Lieber showed up.

Disappointed stature and stern face of the nobles.

You'll believe it when they say it's out of a knight's house, not a country lord.

I swallowed a whimper in the back of my throat that looked no different than my memory and dimensions.

"Excuse me, please take a moment.... Is Mr. Posford okay?

He stood up on the couch and said that to me, and my father blinked with a surprised face.

"Normally, I'd be on guard.... right. You remember today."

My father smiled.

Unexpectedly, stay close to me.

Strong, held my body tight.

"Wow. You seem to be working out pretty good. You should have a beautiful girl with reason - Jack."

"... thanks to my father's..."

That's how I answered and held my father back.

This is the first time I've ever held my father in my chest like this.

I could only look up at that face, back, until the end...

After a while of cuddling, we sit on the reception couch.

Next to my mother, my father, who sat opposite me, said with a soft look.

"Mr. Postford is taking his time in the room right now. Jack, thanks to you for naming your daughter's opponent. But by lunch we have to go back. That's all the time you can take."

Me and Rachel nodded.

... I know. We don't have time. Really.

Dad glanced forward and wrinkled between his eyebrows a little bit.

"I hear the story from Madeline. What I wanted to ask you was about how to mediate the Evil God. … I just wanted to go briefly, but what did I tell you from…"

"In the first place, what is an evil god? And what is the purpose of our Fiamma tribe? … let's talk from there"

Mother speaks.

Without meaning or reason, the evil God who comes from the sky and crushes the world - its identity.

"- The evil god Baal is a device that guarantees the 'happiness' of mankind"