It seems that my name is Rosie (this boy, to be exact).

Maybe Rose, Roswell or something is shrinking and calling it Rosie.

I don't know the name.

I can almost remember the memories before choking to death.

However, I don't know anything about this boy named Rosie.

I can somehow tell under the circumstances that I have become a logic. [M]

So where is the logic that should have lived for a little over a decade?

In modern science, memories are stored by the brain.

So as long as there's a brain of logic here, there must be memories... there's probably no reason for that.

At least once, when a strange boy is choking to death, the common sense of what science is is is.

The only thing that's certain is that Marie-chan did something.

At that time, the card handed over was the "Reaper" in the opposite position.

Meaning playback, rebirth, reset.

I was talking about being treated according to the meaning of the card, but is that the situation?

I end my life by choosing the "Reaper" in the positive position, and I start my life again by telling the "Reaper" in the reverse position.

It's too much.

That's how it was built from the beginning.

It could be just a stick.

However, I think it shows the current situation to the extent that it cannot be denied.

Born again, reborn...

This is a terrible thing, at all.

And, let's leave it there for now.

What are we going to do about this situation now?

Waking a person who is not supposed to wake up is more difficult than I thought.

If this is just an accident, we can do it with a miracle.

The trouble is caused by some scheme or mouth seal.

If it were, someone who knew I was awake would come after me again. [M]

You can't believe I don't remember a boy named Rosie.

This means you have to spend days scared of the raiders without knowing who the enemy is and who the allies are.

In my lifetime, I was like a 10-year-old boy with no money or connections.

... not realistic.

Then it was decided what to do.

You should be able to imagine what a child looks like - no, there's something you can do now that the impossible "logic awakens” has happened.

"I'm sorry I surprised you. I need to talk to you for a second... okay?

"Ha, yes...?

I pulled onee-san's hands into the room, still confused.

Face down the hallway for a moment and see if anyone else has seen the situation.

"... are you really, Rosie?

For a moment, oneesan looks down like she was in a hurry.

It's not a patient-nurse relationship, sister knows logic.

Shake it a little.

"Yes, the body belongs to logic, but the mind is different."

"Eh, what does that mean...?"

"Logic is still awake. Of course, oneesan knows why."

Reason: I blinked three times in response to the word.

I knew it, I'm looking back at the situation.

"Wow, I...!

"Where's your sister?

Huh

Onee-san chews her lips as she swims her eyes.

"Don't be scared. I'm talking to my sister because I want to know why she feels guilty about Rosie."

"Why did you do that?"

"You know what? I know a lot about your sister. The work here is mainly cleaning and laundry. Looks like you work elsewhere, bakery. I work to support my younger brothers and have no parents. The finances of the house are not so good. Whether that's why or whether it's because of logic, I've been under a lot of stress lately. That's why I didn't sleep very well yesterday."

My sister's face turned pale when she talked so as not to give her time to think.

Rough hands due to water, smell of flour and bread on apron, reason for double work, dark skin, worn shoes, frayed skirt hem, new bite on thumbnail, eye congestion.

You can read this much information even if you get a little closer when you hold your hand.

In a sense, it's a must-have skill for a soothsayer.

However, I can see the expression of relief somehow.

I see, this is the emergency.

"Besides, you're a master bowman. Is this why you feel guilty? They were after logic."

"Chi, no, no! It's not me."

Oneesan presses her mouth in a hurry.

"... that wasn't supposed to happen, that's what you said."

That's how I smiled and had a sad look.

Looking at Brown's eyes from the front, Onee-san looked down as if she had given up.

"Looks like you're not really Rosie."

"Yes, because Rosie won't wake up."

Is this a bad word?

When she exhaled for a long time, she sat down on the chair by the bed and quietly looked up at the ceiling.