Genius Scammers Want to Live in Rack Even When Reborn (Old Title: Different Worlds (Inchi Ki) Heroes)

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

Possibly, Roswell, you're shrinking something and calling it Logie.

I don't know that name.

I can almost remember the memories before I suffocated to death.

I just don't know anything about this boy named Rosie, rather than remembering him.

I can somehow see in the present situation that I have become a logic.

So where did Rosie go, who should have lived a little over a decade before?

In modern science, memories are stored by the brain.

So I should have more memories here than I have of Rosie's brain here... what a reason probably won't work.

At least at a time when a suffocated human being is a stranger boy, he's already out of common sense that it's science.

The only thing I'm sure of is that Marie did something.

The card I was given then was' Reaper 'in reverse position.

Meaning is regeneration, rebirth, reset.

We were talking about treatment being given in line with the meaning of the card, but is that the situation?

I end my life by choosing a positive-position 'Reaper', and she starts my life over by telling me the opposite-position 'Reaper'.

It's a story that was too much.

Like that's how it was set up from the beginning.

Maybe it's just a cliché.

But I think it shows the status quo to an undeniable extent.

Reborn, reincarnated...?

That's a hell of a thing, at all.

And let's put that aside for now.

What are we going to do with this situation now?

It's harder than I thought that humans who aren't supposed to wake up would.

I wish this was just an accident, a miracle could be done.

If the trouble is due to some kind of ploy or mouth sealing.

If I did, someone would come after me again when they found out I was awake.

You can't believe I told you that I don't have any memories of a boy named Rosie.

In other words, you will have to spend days frightened of the Raiders without knowing who is the enemy and who is on your side.

Anyway, I'm 10 years old with no money, no connections, in the condition of the boys there.

... unrealistic.

Then it was decided what to do.

You should be able to try to look like a child - no, there's something you can do because now that the impossible thing "Rosie wakes up” has happened.

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

"Yes...?

Invite your sister's hands into the drawing room, which is still obscure.

Face the hallway only for a moment and see if there are any other people who have seen this situation.

"... Um, really, Rosie, is it?

When you only look at each other for a moment, your sister looks down like she's in a panic.

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

Let's shake it up a little.

"Yeah. My body belongs to Rosie, but not my heart"

"Oh, what is that..."

"Rosie is still in a state where she can't wake up. Of course, your sister knows why."

Reason, blinking three times in response to the word.

I knew it, I'm thinking back to the situation.

"Wow, I...!

"What about your sister?

"Eh."

Your sister bites her lips as she swims her gaze.

"You don't have to be scared. I'm talking to your sister like this because I want to know why she's guilty of Rosie."

"Why did you..."

"You know what? I know a lot about your sister. My job here is mainly cleaning and laundry. Looks like you're working somewhere else, I guess, bakery. I work to feed my brothers downstairs and I have no parents. The economic condition of the house is not that good. I've been under a lot of stress lately, whether that's why or because of Rosie. I don't think I slept much yesterday because of that."

Your sister's face was turning bright blue as she spoke to not give her time to think.

Rough hands caused by water, flour and bread smell on apron, reason for double work, bloody skin, worn out shoes, flaky skirt hem, eye congestion after new bite on thumbnail.

This level of information can be read even if it is just a little closer when holding hands.

In a way, it's a must-have skill for a chicken fortune teller.

I just see a relief look sometime.

I see, this is the steeple.

"And you're a bowman. Is this why you feel guilty? Something about targeting Rosie."

"Chi, no, no! Not me."

Sister pressing her mouth in a hurry.

"... it wasn't supposed to be like this, that's what you said. You look like."

When I say that and smile, I get a sad look.

Looking at those brown eyes from the front, your sister lay her eyes down like she'd given up.

"You're not really Rosie."

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

Has this word become a todome?

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