Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

I'm just walking down a hill where morning mist can set in.

Slightly limp and damp air and the smell of green and earth. The trees are blue and bushy, but not so cold as to say.

(I wonder where this is...)

I think so, looking at the blurry way ahead.

Every time I go ahead and tear apart the growing grass, the scattered morning dew clumps around my legs.

An unfamiliar place, a situation I don't remember. Until I get here, my memory is very vague.

(Uh, sure, there's a lot going on today, and I'm tired to come home...)

Yeah, that's why I was waiting for Cat. My Oasis...... My Precious.

... but in the end the waiting cat didn't come and I wondered if he slept in bed without even taking dinner out of his mind.

(Oh, then this must be a dream)

I'm not sure, but that's the thickest I can tell from the current situation.

In case it's possible that you're sleepwalking... I don't want to believe you're walking to such a place you don't know.

(… a clear dream, I guess. This is my first experience)

They call what they can perceive as a dream in a dream a clear dream. is the knowledge gained in the book the second time.

Clarity The book said that dreams can manipulate the development of dreams themselves, so I secretly wanted to experience them one day.

(In the meantime, check this situation once... Huh?

I try to stop and look around, but against my consciousness, my body never listens.

The legs moving forward keep walking without showing how to stop.

(Chi, please hang in there!! What the hell!?

I panic inside, my legs go on carving a certain rhythm without disturbance. It's like my mind and body are different people.

It's supposed to be my body, but I have no idea where I'm going or what I'm looking for.

After walking for a while, the lid opened its way and saw the top of a small high hill.

Soon the fog that covered the area is also clear and the orange morning sun brings a soft blue sky from the distant sky.

On the hill, a little boy stood on his back.

Though his figure is poor and coal dirty here and there, he still looks like some normal kid with a straight stretched spine.

(I wonder if I'm on my way there)

The golden thread hair that plays the morning burning light, even if it is dirty, flutters and swells in the wind.

I remember nostalgia for why, on the side that I can see right between my long forehead.

"Come on..."

A tongueless young voice came out of his mouth zero.

I try to put my hand on my mouth surprised by the unfamiliar words, but my arms don't move at all, and on the contrary, the words leak out of my mouth alone.

"Come on, are you going to?

To a sad voice, a young boy slowly turned this way.

"... sorry"

Beautiful emerald eyes peek through the gap in my forehead, although I can't tell one face right now because I'm disturbed by my long forehead.

To see his figure, he's probably a civilian or a poor man. But I don't know anyone who's a kid like that, and I've never called anyone "you," in the first place.

I don't know, dreams don't just come out of what I've dreamed and experienced, and this boy may not be a real person either...

(But this kid, you feel like someone else, don't you)

Like we've seen each other lately... like we haven't. Such indescribable visibility.

As I tilted my neck in my heart but looked at the boy in front of me, my vision blurred and moistened to the sieve.

"Don't go... no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

Apparently she's sad to leave with the boy. From my eyes, tears overflow from next to next.

I manage to wipe those tears in my dreams, but with my little hands I can't wipe them down at all. Pompous and Shizuku flow off.

"I told you I'd protect you all the time... damn it, I'm sorry I hit you"

"Come on, baby," he said, reaching out and hitting me on the cheek.

Small, but bigger than me in my dreams, my palms narrow my eyes inadvertently to the feeling of gently wiping my cheeks.

"But even if it is, I'm sure I can protect it..."

The sad, but strong-willed, green eyes glow hard.

I'm sure this "Ooi-chan" wants to cry, too, and I know I'm looking outside the mosquito net alone.

"so that you are not hard, so that you may be happy"

I narrow my eyes with a grin and tenderness, and "Ooi-chan" laughs.

You're relieved by those eyes, my tears in your dreams stop.

"so that children like us can be reduced at all"

A strong wind blew over the bush and hill.

Stirred by the strong wind running between them, the feeling of something loosening up behind their heads.

Full of vision, fluffy, peachy hair spread.

The next moment, it distorts right in front of you.

As the vision hardens and the scenery turns, the colors in the eyes change like blocks one after another.

More and more colorful blocks fill my sight, but I meditate on my eyes with fear and haste.

Strangely enough, my eyelid fell off like a lie when my body didn't listen to me until then.

Darkening.

"Welcome!!

(- Huh!?

I open my eyes to the high voice that leaked out of me. The landscape in view had changed from gallery.

Apparently, the dream is still going on, and now he's in the house, not outside.

Weird dizziness and blocks earlier are disappearing, and I guess the scenery just kind of looks around.

(... you kind of look familiar here)

Was it the house you lived in before you came to the present mansion?

Although I only remember that it was a small, small house compared to my current residence.

"Welcome!! Where are you!?

Now I'm not tongueless, but I look up to the voice that sounds kinky. In fact, my face doesn't even move with Pickle.

Apparently, the searcher felt the same way as I did, and he was called out from behind with a sigh.

"What? You don't have to call me that loud."

Apparently, the searcher was an earlier boy.

Unlike earlier though, the boy had a little beautiful outfit and his hair was shortened and trimmed.

I remember seeing that a long time ago.

(Oh... isn't this kid really your brother?

I don't know if it's my brother or someone else who looks a lot like my brother, but I'm pretty much sure it's Leonhardt as a kid to tell from his appearance, his location, and how he calls him.

But I can't say enough with certainty that it is because of what I saw earlier.

(... Dreams are the manifestation of deep psychology, right?)

That makes me feel unspeakable. If you say it with a look on your face, it's like chewing up a bitter bug.

Did I want to disparage my brother so much that they all think of my brother, who looks so amazing? You think that's a good fit for a brother who puts his shoulders in a civilian?

As a result, I can't believe I dreamed of it... although I didn't intend to be so confined to my brother.

(I didn't want to know that I was such a tiny person...)

Wouldn't it be a little too sad to be harassing my brother like that until in my dreams?

Now it may be only a matter of time before Alex, the skinhead with the blur, appears.

With that thought in mind, I did not hesitate to grasp and pull that hand when I ran over to my brother.

"My old man bought me an OUTDEHAYALINO freak! Enjoy your meal!

I guess I just wanted to say something popular in Wangdu that I just heard... one word I don't think I understand what it means.

But I don't even know if I want to use a word I remember freshly. Girls always want to stretch out.

"You just had a snack... if you're going to eat a little and snort it anyway, why don't you eat it tomorrow"

My brother looked a little troubled and said that to his liking. As accommodating and sturdy as ever, is that how sweet my heart is compared to my brother today?

But to my brother's words, I get eclampsia in my dreams.

"I don't like it!! I want to eat now!!

(... what else, huh?)

Whether from the glance of looking up at my brother or in the hands that were soaking tears earlier, I guess I'm a very young age in this dream.

I was just telling you the truth about such a little kid, and you shouldn't be convinced.

"... look, there are a lot of kids in the world who can't eat dinner every day"

But my brother was not frustrated, and I managed to argue. When I squeezed my hand in as it was, I kept looking at me and saying the words.

Every time I think about it, I'm impressed that my brother and I are really the opposite of each other. Even in my dreams, I don't have to be so thorough......

"We're so dizzy, we have to eat a snack for God's sake."

"I do it every day!!

"Right. But you'd leave food behind or waste your way of eating, wouldn't you?

"So what is it!? Just now!! I don't care about these people!!

I don't know why I'm being blamed for a child I don't even know I saw. I swoop all over my cheeks, stare at my brother like I'm stubborn and say so.

To my words in my dreams, my brother leaves his hands softly connected with his terribly sad eyes.

"... I don't have to. We need to think about these kids more. We're going to hang on to it, and we're going to do it."

I whined a word to my brother, who would still carry on the words.

"Come on, you're involved. Bimbo, you're like a child of Heimi."

My brother's eyes were wide open all the time, his eyes shaking out of the light.

But to hide his expression, Souma lay down his face.

(… ah)

His chest hurts so tightly on his expression, like his favorite cup broken in front of him, like he was trampled down with an important treasure.

But in my dreams, I leaned my neck wonderfully at how my brother was doing.

Silver hair drifts at the edge of my sight on a clap with a stiff head shaking.

"Uhh!!!

Get up by bouncing the gabari and the top hanging.

The shock makes me sick to feel like a cold sweat dripping down my cheek.

I breathe on my shoulders, listening to the sound of blood flowing behind my ears. The rate of heartbeat is as if it had been a full-blown disease.

"... what a bad aftertaste"

Hold down with your hands the blurry head characteristic of sleeping, bite off your lips and meditate on your eyes.

I know how many dreams the last heartless words hurt my brother.

I can never hurt my real brother, but I can't tell you that I hurt such a young child.

"No, it's a dream, and you don't care that much."

That said, dream events often drag on unexpectedly.

"… let's do a favor"

Beyond the door, the servants are being heard. It will also be a matter of time before the maid comes to wake you.

As I sighed and got out of bed, I started my morning support before they came.

"Good morning. Father, Mother."

On my way to greet you in the morning as usual, I accidentally interrupt the words in front of my brother.

My brother, who usually only gives a glimpse, turns a suspicious gaze at the interrupted words.

Two, that wounded young face overlaps my current brother.

"... good morning, brother"

I really can't get my usual cold attitude to that glittering shadow, and I greet him with a shitty smile that is directed at the child.

Becchan.

A beautifully cut eyeball grill that my brother was lifting to his mouth crashed onto the table looking unbroken.