Genocide Online ~Playtime Diary of an Evil Young Girl~

"....."

Unusual when you look at me walking down the hallway of the main residence, the servant leans back against the wall and lowers his head in a uniform hurry.

What face I can't see, what does that look mean... just like I still can't understand them, they don't understand me either.

It's as if everybody's scared of something that makes their shoulders shake and stiffen as funny as a glance at me... in fact, they're scared of me.

... and someone who talked to me without fear was the same person.

"Oh, oh, dear sister-in-law!"

……

Standing majestically in front of me, but somewhere it doesn't boil out... a younger girl with an attitude that suits expressions like mojimoji, and a boy the same age as a girl who doesn't hide her strong face behind such a step.

That's all... they rejected them, and it's hard to stop trying to get involved with me without giving up.

"Um... well! We found a game to defeat a line-up of zombies, so why don't you join us?"

"Kobo? I don't think it's a good idea to gloss around."

"Then what good is justice?"

To be honest, I can't decide what to do with these two people who started talking quietly in front of me.

What should I do... they want to reject them and I wonder if it's my mother's wish to accept them.

I don't really like the faces of that man and that woman.

……

In doing so, the behavior I chose as a result of my troubles as usual was the same as usual.

Their terribly passive response of trying to ignore them and passing by... is very difficult to breathe.

"Ah, well! I'll play games with you again!"

"It's true that I want to get along! That's why..."

I don't know what it is... I don't even know what it is myself, and you're going to tell me that I can manage this emotion and impulse that I have left behind.

Then I can rely on you... if I can.

I don't know... I don't know for a long time... what emotions I'm feeling towards them or why I refuse them so much.

Every time I think of it and worry about it, I feel frustrated with something I don't understand... the current situation where I can't get a solution.

I always do... I can't think of others... I can't even imitate my mother, I don't want to.

As my mother told me, it will not always arrive even if I simulate it so that I can live in modern society and aim for "normal" as my mother wanted.

On the contrary, I... don't want to lie to myself.

Hold on to what you want to do by pushing yourself to death... how breathless and angry is that?

... but I still love my mother.

I want to be like my mother, and I want to be a daughter that my mother can be proud of.

I want to be someone who doesn't embarrass my mother and doesn't let strange adults lower their heads on my behalf... and talk to her with a smile.

Just being a natural person doesn't make you feel breathless or anything like that.

"... ahh, it's annoying"

I've been thinking about all this lately.

And it's all that's wrong with that man and that woman... because I'll tell you my mother's old story in front of me!

"....."

I suddenly smashed the mirror in the hallway, scared by a young servant I didn't recognize... even that look bothers me.

I'll take care of this.

"Ha, yes!"

Away from the young servant, Yamamoto, who has been serving this house since my mother was alive, walks up to me and wraps his broken hands around the mirror.

"... Miss, don't hurt yourself even if you hurt something.Reiko will be sad. "

……

Hold my hand gently with a handkerchief that drips potato powder and blood and open the first aid set that I had prepared sometime just by chance.

Yamamoto's words and the pain in his hand calmed him back a little.

... just a little bit.

"Reiko is more sad and depressed when she hurts someone than when she hurts someone."

"You know that, don't you?Yamamoto-san talks quietly to me.

... yeah, that's right. My mother was very depressed when I got injured in a fight with a highschool student who was more fit than me when I was little.

With that in mind and in light of the current situation... it is easy to imagine that if my mother were to be here right now, I would be in a hurry to repeat my hand with tears in front of me.

"I don't know what you're angry at, but can't you talk to someone about it?"

……

"... please know that there are a lot of people, including me, who are worried about your daughter."

Along with the words, the treatment ends and at the same time leaves the scene without answering anything.

... if someone can help me, if they can do that, I want you to help me.

▼▼▼▼▼▼▼