Fukushuu Kansuisha no Jinsei Nishuume Isekaitan

Weird. I can't use magic. I can't assemble a magic formula. I have magic powers, but I can't think together.

Are you disturbed by your thoughts?

"Punish," he said. What rights do you want! Aren't you arrogant to take God's proxy!

"You weren't listening? It's not a punishment, it's a parent's punishment."

"I don't want to... Huh!

Teresa stroked Arildent.

At that moment, no. Already, Arildent had been defeated when she hugged him.

- I'm a cat. There is a shady boy living in the neighborhood. Delil. The mother lay down on the hospital bed and the father evaporated. I was unhealthily thin because I hadn't eaten rice for Locke. Conversely, I was a popular person. Is it because you look loving from a human being, or there were constant feeders who would just sneak up and ring for you. One day Delil brought me some bait. It's the first time. I didn't think it was a home where I could afford to just feed my cat, but I'll take what I can get. It tastes strange. That's what I thought. Between the bundles, my vision becomes oblique. My body doesn't move the way I want. I don't breathe well. Delil's face, looking down at herself, looked distorted. painful. Gradually my vision is sumptuous and my consciousness is distant. Oh, I don't like it. I don't like it. It's pointless to try to stand back...

"-"

- What, what's that?

"Arildent. No, Delil. You killed the cat for the first time."

"Ki, did you do it? Now, fuck it, my memory, not doing it. What the hell is that?

Distant old memories. I remembered, but I was almost gone remembering. The strange thing about my memory right now is perspective. Arildent was not rejuvenated with the memories of his past life. It was becoming a cat that would be killed by a boy. He was unquestionably devoured by human-fed bait and had become a foolish, dead cat. I tasted the pain I had imagined.

- No way. No way, this woman.

"Stop."

"When my mother died, I felt not only a sense of loss, but a sense of liberation. 'You don't have to take care of me anymore,' he said. You don't have to put up with all sorts of things for the cost of medicine. That wasn't a sin in itself. It wasn't a sin, but you couldn't forget it."

"Shut up."

"You have named the emotions that come to your chest when your suffering life is lost in front of you as' pleasure '. I succeeded in escaping the consciousness of sin by defining myself as such"

"No, I am"

"The taking of the life you have committed from it is an indisputable sin. What people do and don't like, they say you shouldn't do to people. You shouldn't do anything wrong, regardless of your likes and evils, but this phrase includes something very important. Empathy. If you overlap yourself with another person and are recognized as a reciprocal being, you will understand how sinful it is to hurt that person. But this is hard to practice"

Naturally. The world is about putting itself through, because it is outside of itself with others. If it wasn't for the rest of us, could we look at it the same way? A reciprocal existence? Out of the question. Life is not equivalence.

Which is more valuable, the lives of others or your own. That's up to me.

"So my mother thought. How can I revamp my child for making mistakes? Can you make your heart change, as the words say?"

I was relieved.

Her merciful grin didn't make her horrible.

"Yes, you just have to teach empathy."

"............... Monk Knight, don't"

"Experience all the lives you have killed, all the suffering you have suffered"

"I 'm-"

Purgatory is not easy. It was the blame bitterness of hell. Arildent became a doctor who was buying her mother's medicine and was found out she was selling it for an extrajudicial price and killed. He became his first lover again, and realized Arildent's anomaly, but was killed for it. He also became a patient of Arildent and was killed by Arildent, a doctor he trusted. Patient, patient, patient, patient. Everyone was killed by Arildent. He died in great pain. He died spitting out grudges, but he couldn't even spit out again. Despair betrayed by those who believed tore Arildent's chest a hundred and thirty-four times. No matter how much I breathed, it didn't make it easier and I died. He died feeling like he was drowning. He died with burning pain in his esophagus. He died shaking in fear that the inside of his body would dissolve in drools. Sometimes he would die within that day, and sometimes his suffering prolonged for days when he was deliberately given a life extension.

Arildent.Reality Arildent-Fashy Gallon begged Teresa for forgiveness long after death broke into double digits. I begged him to die and return to reality, and to stop for a short time before he could taste the pain of death again.

"You shouldn't."

"I was wrong! I swear I won't do it anymore!

"You don't seem to be reflecting, you can't lie to my mother."

"Ah, ahhh... ugh!

'Healing' magic equal to 'hero of divine healing' erfinafe. No, you two. That can't be called the 'healing' attribute at the earliest. Even if it's technically its application, this should also be called 'sensitivity'.

Techniques that force even Arildent's memory to read and even regenerate from the victim's point of view. She knows what Arildent is thinking at this time.

To escape the suffering, I was spotted saying things I didn't even think I would.

That knocked Arildent into deeper despair.

Even if the broken ceramics are stuck together with adhesive. That can't be the way it was. You're free to say it's fixed, but it's not back to normal. The broken facts and the wax remain. I can't go back intact.

Same as that. Even if Arildent's madness is as acquired as she says, it's already distorted. No matter how much punishment you take, you can't go back before you distort. Unless you erase your memory, she won't forgive you for it. Because you will escape punishment.

So I keep dying until I die becoming the soldiers I killed before I could relate to her.

"Hey, dude... Safu, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, whoever, hey, hey, hey."

"It's no use. Your magic reaction is alive and well. Because with the operation of the glass, my mother just has it under her control. In the distance, it will only look like you are watching the enemy suffer up close."

I can stroke my head. Be gentle. Be kind. And Arildent dies. Coming back to reality again. I can stroke my head. Die. In reality. My head. I'm going crazy, but I can't do that either. Everything is controlled by my mother.... mother? She said it was my mother. Teresa. Teresa. Enemy. And your own. My own.

"... Mother, please forgive me."

I crawl my hands on my mother's back like a crook.

"Poor thing. My mother doesn't want to torment my child either. But spoiling it here won't reward you for the life you've killed. It's punishment for sin."

"One, make amends. Endeavour to redeem. From now on! I mean it! So, so!

Arildent begged for forgiveness with tears even.

Yet.

"You haven't noticed yet. There is not redemption for your heart to be forgiven. An act to atone for one's sins is atonement. If you truly knew your sins, you would go ahead and accept the rest of your suffering. I can't do that because I can't face my sins."

"Oh no..."

Yes, I don't like it. I don't want to suffer like this anymore. I hope you kill me first, but I can't get through to the woman in front of me. Nobody can help me, and I can't take it off on my own. A helpless self continues to suffer unnecessarily.

"You were forcing others to do something so painful."

My mother, who read my mind, says that.

"This is it. This way, do..."

"I told you. Lies don't make sense. Not at all, she shouldn't be."

Meh, and I scold him with my index finger up.

"But it's okay. Mothers do not abandon their children. Arildent, you can rest assured. Because at the end of every death, you don't give up if you can't get your good heart back."

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Then she smiled as tenderly as the Mother of Mercy.

"I'll take you home with me, and I'll stroke your head forever until you're a good girl."