Fukushuu Kansuisha no Jinsei Nishuume Isekaitan

It was just a whim.

I happen to have a strong magic reaction.

Because I happen to be awake and I happen to have time.

I thought a visitor showed up at a nearby temple, so I just stopped by a tavern where visitors could be taken.

The whim made Quinn do this far.

Because this is what he said.

"If you don't want to, you can run. I think."

It was my first time.

The same person who is saying and thinking.

Someone who tells me I can stop being a hero.

Someone smiling at Quinn, or not strong (doing) self-sacrifice with a sad face.

I felt the world rapidly regaining color.

Unlike any pain I've ever felt, the vivid, 'not unpleasant' stimulus shakes my heart.

Quinn was strongly attracted to the boy, Clo.

When I got a word without a back table, when they told me I was a friend, when I was turned towards kindness, I was attacked by emotions I had never felt before.

Glad and delighted. Right, my heart dances, and I've never known Quinn before.

When Glare said the same word, the reason I wasn't happy is simple.

He treated Quinn as his companion, but there presupposes that he is a 'white hero'.

But Crowe is not.

Yes, he is the only one on this continent who does not ask Quinn to be a 'white hero'.

So, only in front of him, Kwin can be 'just Kwin'.

One, I can be a girl.

Only he ignores the peculiarity of 'white', which Quinn abhors.

His words were rainbow, paradise next to him, and his smile was sweet dew.

But that's why I got scared right away.

Oh, my God. Quinn got it.

Something I don't want to lose.

Oh, I don't like it. No. No. I don't want to die. I want to talk more. I'd love to be with you more.

But I'm sure you can't.

Death of unemployed, confirmed.

I'm dying unnecessarily, unnecessarily, so that's not gonna happen.

There's no point in stopping being a hero.

You cannot escape the death of a ordained unemployed. You cannot escape the punishment imposed on your soul.

Quinn thought. Think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think.

At the end of it, I concluded.

I cannot escape the death of an unemployed man.

I'm sure there's nothing cro can do about it.

But I don't know.

Don't you have this idea?

If we are going to die anyway, can we at least choose how to die?

To the extent that it does not contradict the death of the unemployed, can we not die in a happy way?

When he got stuck between Crowe and the Brigade and was solicited by the Brigade, Quinn thought, 'This is it'.

Help the brigade.

Let's give him a hand in the royal assassination.

Let's get out of the way of Cro. Become an enemy of Cro. Let's get resented by Crowe. Let's be hated by Cro.

That's how we get Crowe to kill us.

Someone you love kills you.

Isn't this the end road worthy of a filthy soul, included in the death of an unemployed man?

I'm fine with this.

I can't believe I want to be hated, resented, but I don't want to be hated.

If he kills himself, it is.

I am surely happier than any unemployed death that will be prepared for me.

You can choose from the worst, the best of the worst.

"I told you you were waiting when I said I was going to save you..."

Clo looks like he's about to cry out.

My heart is tightened up. I want to apologize now and say thank you for trying to help me.

But no.

If you miss this, you will not die properly.

Tell me your true intentions.

"... yeah. I've been waiting a long time. Hey, Cro. This is the only happiness that can be forgiven by an artificial hero. Please, Cro. I love you. Really, love it. So at least you finish it (,,,,,)"

Every day doesn't get painful.

I've lived all my life in a freaking fear.

I didn't have time to rest. Even in my dreams, fear turned around.

The boy eased it for me, but aggravated it at the same time.

'Cause you don't.

Whether he saves Daltra or is happy with Shilo or Twa or Econa.

There, because I'm not there.

Is this such a bad thing?

To wish to be remembered by him, at least, by being killed by him.

Even that, to an artificial hero, to a mud doll, would it be desirable?

"Please... because I can't stand it anymore. Break the mud doll."

To Quinn's wishes.

The boy...