Fukushuu Kansuisha no Jinsei Nishuume Isekaitan

Shiloh, Shirahara Haruko was reincarnated into Arclair when he was five years old.

My father, whom I loved, died in an accident, and my mother decided to return to her parents' house with her.

The young troublemaker was undoubtedly at the height of his misfortune.

Or if I say it at height, would it be more suitable to show the degree in depth?

I very much want to accept the fact that I will never see my father again for a child before I understand death.

For my beloved mother to cry down and die every day, I make a deep decision about my child's heart.

It was sad to be separated from my kindergarten friends by the fact that I was to live in my grandparents' house.

Yes, the troublemaker lost everything at that time.

The five-year-old girl was left alone in the world.

It was when my mother was driving.

Next to my dark-faced mother gripping the handle, the passenger seat troublemaker looked at the sky through the window.

I remember very well that it was diagonal.

Impact.

Floating sensation.

Heaven is on earth.

The earth is in heaven.

My mother was screaming something.

Where were you running?

Anyway, I fell.

My body is about to swing, but there are two things that stopped it.

Emergency lockable winding device on seat belt reacts to rapid movement.

The mechanism of trying to protect the wearer plays a role by stopping the belt drawer.

And my mother.

Immediately, I think.

My mother tried to cover and cuddle so as to protect the child in distress.

There was no pain.

I think the sound was a long way off.

The sight, the left field of vision was lost and the right was spicy and functional, but it was sumptuous.

Hot, warm, but at the same time.

Hot is probably fire.

Burning, from the car.

Warm is blood and temperature.

My mother and myself.

"- Whoo-hoo, how pathetic."

When I woke up, it was a temple in the woods.

If my mother hadn't been next door, she would have cried out.

My mother cried first and embraced herself, so the child in harm's way was enough to be taken aback the other way around.

So, the two are picked up by the master of Shizuku Pavilion of Life, who was the guide at the time.

I was briefed and although I wasn't sure, the master said anyway.

I need a new name.

In Japan, where there was a child in distress, there was a custom of daring to put a word in the name with a negative image in order to protect the child from distress.

Disaster wanders the world trying to eat happiness, targeting children who are not hardworking.

But I don't even look to those who already have a catastrophe.

To sneak a letter that reminded the name of a catastrophe was to do it in the hope of the child's happiness.

When you grow up, keep the same sound and turn it into a different word.

Kidnapper, but I didn't really like my name.

Because it's not cute.

For a child, that's important.

Therefore, even though my mother kooked from her real name, Yukiko [here], my daughter's child in distress took Shiro from her last name.

Then the two get into trouble at Shizukuishi pavilion of life for a while.

The master basically had a small mouth count but spoke well at times.

He said he was in a car accident when he lost his wife to his own fault and was walking through the city in pity.

I didn't hear it in person, but one day, my mother was talking.

My mother cared about Shilo, but apart from that, she was also intimate with her master.

That's not what I didn't like.

My father was a gentle man with a constant smile.

The master had a strong expression and rarely laughed, but he was still a sweet man.

My mother and Shilo were reincarnated with so much fighting power, but my mother and master were both passive in letting Shiro fight, so Shiro was a bit boring.

Eventually my mother will take over the guide and the master will be able to devote himself to the master.

Eventually, but I don't think it took a year.

By then, Shilo also somehow understood he was in a different place than the world he was in before, but it didn't matter to the child.

My mother is laughing.

The master and the shopkeeper are gentle.

I can use the kind of magic I saw in the cartoon one day.

Fun.

Happy.

I don't have a father, though, after all, sometimes I miss him, and sometimes I cry.

This world makes you happy!

Nor did it last long.

It's Lyke.

Ever since I got here, I've been a nasty guy.

Anyway, I was busy and behaved arrogantly, not to mention realizing I was special.

I scoffed when my mother said something but said it wouldn't go into my ear like bullshit about a guy whose status is lower than yours.

When I went to the labyrinth, my mother chased him out.

The master also tried to accompany him, but my mother smiled, "It's okay," and he went alone.

Go, I never came back.

"That incompetence is dead," Ryke said, returning alone without any evil.

The master grabs onto the lyke and falls into payback.

The other customers were angry with me, but the results were the same.

"Give me my mother back!" The moment I scream, I'm struck by the feeling of a spark scattered in my head.

I was beaten.

Flying with the momentum to destroy the table, Shilo couldn't understand what had happened for a while, and then, cried heavily.

As a result, that would increase the damage.

Everyone rises up again to Lyke, who has even got his hands on the child.

Ultimately, the liquor store wore out and although it was managed thanks to magic technology, it was still unable to open for three days.

The master apologizes to Shiro even though nothing is wrong.

Apologize over and over again.

I don't like that, so Shiro decided to laugh.

I decided to show my attitude that I don't need to apologize anymore.

It was not until fifteen that Shilo succeeded the guide.

The reluctant master forced me to give up my position.

I wanted to help the master, and I wanted to take over my mother's job.

Sometimes people like Lyke, after all, are there.

But all visitors were unhappy in their previous lives.

Few people feel like they are at the bottom and can be nice to others.

Still, gradually, everyone, melts their minds.

I'm going to regain my original kindness.

It makes me smile in this world.

The conductor wasn't wrong.

Status doesn't matter.

Make someone happy, very happy! Great job.

But again, deep down in my heart, Lyke's mockery creeps in, and I can't leave.

Slap your cheeks patty so you can beat it off.

Repeat your toes.

Ever since I was a little girl, I've become a habit as a result of repeated attempts to get mixed up in adult stories and somehow see what was put on the table.

Now, my milk is shaking and I feel more uncomfortable than I used to.

But I get used to it, too. I'm used to it.

Daily routine every morning.

Confirmation of the Temple.

Shiro was surprised.

There's a boy.

I'm about to slash my neck.

Dark hair, black eyes.

Thin, tight flesh, about the second half of one hundred and seventy?

I can see that you are quite used to fighting.

When he looked into his eyes, Shilo fought.

Would it be such an eye if I were to suffer the scourge of this world all by myself?

He was unmistakably unfortunate in the gloomy light, which seemed to lead to the abyss, like boiling darkness.

I'm sure you don't understand.

You're already dead.

I got a new life here because I'm dead.

Yet you've decided not to die soon.

From now on, no matter how much, you'll be happy.

Shiro used magic aggressively.

"[I command you to scatter [Volker Wong]]"

And the moment the boy tries to scratch his neck, his body turns into a particle.

"- Huh!?

The boy turned instantly to Shilo, not a shattered knife.

Situational judgment skills are slipping out.

I guess I would have been in a situation where I couldn't live without it for a long time.

As swallowed as possible, to show that there is no hostility, Shiro says.

"No, you're not lost in suicide. But let's not."

The boy, Yusuke Kurono.

There's a boy who should be happy.

I can't believe you made yourself happy.

Ciro didn't even think about it then.