Fake Saint Of The Year

A girl student was manipulated by Octo and walked through a hidden passage leading to the roof.

Elizabeth Iblis. That was the name of the girl student Octo chose as witch surrogate.

The appearance is not flatteringly beautiful.

It's not bad, but it's not good.The word mediocre suits me well.

Single eyelid eyes.Neither high nor low nose.

Her face is also asymmetrical from left to right, and her teeth are badly arranged and yellowish.

The brown hair stretches to the waist and is decorated with homemade flowers that resemble those worn by Ellise (and, if you look closely, are dying).

She yearned for Ellise.

At the same time, I was jealous and neglectful.

At first it was just envy.

Born in a noble house, she yearned for the Virgin she saw at the ball when she was eleven years old.

I strongly hoped that I would be too.

So I imitated Ellise and put on the same hair decoration, as if I had become Ellise.The hair length is the same.

Yes, at first it was just a smiling Ellise play (...).

I imitate what I longed for.Getting into shape... that's never funny.

But as I grew up, my hair, which was supposed to be blonde, turned brown, and I didn't look Ellise in the mirror.

That's true. She is not Ellise in the first place.

It is perfectly natural to be different from others, and there is nothing strange about it.

Normally, we should recognize reality here and make a deal with ourselves.

But in her, yearning was transformed into a distortion.

At first, I wanted to be too.

Next, he said, "I wish I were."

The thoughts grew stronger and stronger since I came to school to get closer to my longing, and every time I saw Ellise, I ate her heart.

Always, the yearning in her became 'Why am I not Ellise', and to comfort myself, 'If I were born differently, I might have been Ellise', I went into the unspecified lifting of myself.

If I had been born differently, I might have been the Virgin Ellise.

I might have gotten that beauty.

No, I should have gotten it.I'm sure it was.

She then turned away from reality to comfort herself and fled into delusion.

I dreamed of a world where I was born as Ellise, and I immersed myself in happy fantasies, dreaming that all the applause, the scenes, the glory and the fame that she had were for me.

The constant yearning thus lost its place of destination, and the facts and delusions were eventually reversed in her.

Why is he worshipped as a saint when I am a real Ellise?

He took away my glory and the fame that was supposed to be directed at me!What a dirty bastard!

I'm the original.He just imitated me!

Amazingly enough, Elizabeth began to think so.

It was a thought I didn't understand at all.It's as if it doesn't make sense.

She could no longer even distinguish between reality and the delusions she had created, acting as if she were a saint, conveniently replacing herself in her brain with Ellise, and slapping her mouth as if the real Ellise were a fake.

With a smile of kindness (I think myself...), I approached my classmates and announced that I would try to protect the world.

Needless to say, from a perspective other than hers, it's just a disgraceful and funny imitation.

The smile that the person thought of as a smile of compassion was actually a disgusting one that was colored with vanity, self-satisfaction and self-indulgence, and the tone of forcibly imitating Ellise was not suitable.

There can't be anyone who wants to get along with her like that... this is the place to raise knights to serve the Virgin in the first place.Nobody wants to be near that place or that stupid woman who insults the Virgin and behaves like she's real.

Soon Elizabeth was isolated, and all that was left of her was smoke.

All of her actions and remarks reached her parents, who apologized to the school with deep shame and applied to expel Elizabeth from school.

The school accepted this without hesitation, and Elizabeth is scheduled to leave this month.

The letter from my father to Elizabeth contained a line of words saying that I was deeply ashamed of my daughter and a curse that twisted Elizabeth even further.

Oh, why doesn't everybody understand?

I'm Ellise.I love everyone and the world so much.

I thought so, and I hated everything.

I hate saying I love you, but there is no contradiction.

Because after all, she was just intoxicated by the thought that she loved everyone and the world.

I don't really love you, and I don't think about the world at all.

But Ellise thinks so, and she's just playing it.

Oh, jealous, hateful. Without Ellise, I would have been Ellise.

Had it not been for him, I would have earned him all his glory and fame.

Elizabeth hated Ellise with such an early premise that she didn't know she was going bankrupt.

Needless to say, no glory or prestige will roll over to her without Ellise.

Because it's someone else in the first place.Because she is Elizabeth Iblis and not Ellise.

Thoughts distorted by distortions that no longer distinguish between reality and delusion.

Evaluation from the surroundings.

And eventually, it's a convenient standing position to disappear from school.

Octo caught his eye there.

There he is. I don't think it's strange that he should be a witch.

I feel like it's too small, but I hope the octopus is well tailored there.

What's important is that nobody loves you.Everyone hates me.

Best of all, he used to say bad things about the Virgin every day.

When he repeated his disrespectful remarks to the Virgin, he wanted to disappear among all of us.

And the others would have thought."If it were under witches or something, I could chop it off right now."

Such thoughts quickly change from "I wish I was a witch or a witch (...)" to "a witch or a witch (...)."

A person's feelings of wonder and suspicion are weakened when his or her wishes are pushed forward.

Even if I realize that something is wrong with my head, I want it to be so, so I stop thinking.

And the students... no, everyone in this school will think.

"Oh, I knew it."

Octo's plan is to make a lot of people think so.

Humans are strange, and even if they have a feeling of discomfort or think that it is different, they are easily channelled through the majority opinions with the idea that they may be.

Ellise herself must be brilliant.

You may think that such a small object cannot be a witch.

But what if I squeeze it out with the majority of my voice?

If everyone but Ellise says, "He's a witch," Ellise can't ignore it.

And eventually, the majority opinion could change Ellise's mind itself.

A hundred fools lead a wise man astray.

That's why Octo was going to make a grand sunny stage for the witches in front of a crowd.

Manipulate Elizabeth on the rooftop to appeal that she is the witch, show the power of darkness and expose the wretched students to the tentacles of Octo.

You can kill one or two people if you want.

Then he stirred up the anger and hatred of all the witnesses and fled before Ellise ran.

This will raise a number of voices, "Elizabeth the Witch", and Ellise will have to move.

As a first step, he climbs up to the roof and releases magic.

First of all, we must be as flashy as possible and be witnessed by a large number of students.

As a first step, I fired magic at the eyes of the students who were practicing in the stadium.