I Came Back but the World is Still a Fantasy!?

I made an irrevocable mistake that day.

A blazing flame.

Did you collapse because you were burned by it?

Did it burn because it collapsed?

A number of wooden private houses are burning half-baked.

There's no moving stuff, no voicing stuff.

It's just the sound of a fire that burns people's livelihoods.

From time to time, the sound of burning buildings collapsing just mixes.

The small village-like place leaves no shadow of it anymore.

Those who would have lived there are now unspeakable black lumps.

Or only parts (parts) of the body that have been torn apart unharmed are rolled.

The flesh was scattered all over the place not knowing what it was originally.

The earth in which they stain is marked with traces of destruction and slaughter.

Who knows.

That this little village was only an hour ago at a time of calm.

Who knows.

that it was the boy's trivial choice that turned it into such a sight of hell itself.

Who knows.

The only survival caused the boy to be alone, etc.

"Ugh, uhh... sorry, sorry"

The brunette boy had the body of a woman with no left arm in tears.

The black clothes I wore would have been worn out and beautiful. Blondes are bloody.

The vast majority of the blood that was still alive in my eyes but was already needed for life activities is flowing out.

Apart from the lost left arm, there are also deep lacerations in the body and obvious serious injuries.

Instead, it was a strange state to still be alive.

"... a boy doesn't turn..."

"Oh, Isis consciousness!?

She smiled at her temperament while in that condition.

He points at his forehead with his remaining right hand, but he's too weak to stop the boy from crying.

'Cause no matter what you do anymore, this woman in your arms won't help.

Even if it doesn't work out, it's because he was the cause of it.

"Silly... why not! Why did you help me!

Because of me, I killed everyone!!

"Sin, do you have words...?

"Jake, Lily, Cutta, Low, Serene, everyone, I will!

And Isis, you too... I killed you too. "

Now I still have breath. That's no salvation.

Her life disappears without even having another minute.

I did it indisputably, myself.

"Hey... is this like I was just dodgy?

Still laughs powerless without changing his floating face.

That attitude is incomprehensible to the boy.

You should blame it. You should be angry. You should hate it.

Before that, she should have killed herself.

"You're kidding me! Does that mean I'm the only one who saved your life?

Do this, kill everyone, what are we going to do now!?

I'm Isis, I just wanted you to help me...!

When things become irrevocable. She was still safe.

So I thought at least she was choosing the way to save the boy.

"Ha, I didn't know you were worried about the crybaby... it makes sense for me to do this too"

She doesn't answer the same voice that asks why.

I was just quietly accepting that this would end me.

"Isi, eh!? Oh, oh, my Isis body!?

The sight in front of me stops me from inadvertently yelling at that attitude.

Her flesh is wrapped in light, and gradually scattered from the edge as light.

"... looks like you didn't have it after all"

"No way, cut your soul just now!? Why...... why not!!

You knew if you did that, even if you could help, this would happen!?

…………

The price of the miracle that saved the boy was literally all she had.

Life, of course, consumes all its flesh.

On several inquiries she looks up at the boy in silence.

The sobbing face is full of puffiness and I don't know which one is the dead.

I was about to crumble by the weight of my guilt.

And say it.

“Why did you help me?"

"Shit, I want to.

Finally... when I thought we could have a decent conversation, it was a plan, a fixation, a humble boy... "

"Oh, loud!!

That's the way you expected it. Weather violence, Sister!

She smiles happily if she yells back in tears.

The expression was a pleasant call for her at once.

"Well, I don't abandon my friends."

"A, I, Sith... Me, I!

"So... I want you to protect this... give it to anyone... come on..."

Pull the chain of pendants on your chest with the last force to block words.

And the silver worker of the three glowing moons, wet in blood, is given to the boy.

"Kata, it's not Mi... it's bullshit, so, Mana..."

"Oh, oh, wait! Wait, Isis!

I still have something to say. Lots to say!

I was handed it. I shake her to signs of a sole grasping it but approaching it.

'Cause there's no right hand you should have left already, you should have given it to me.

The lower body, which should have remained all shaped, had also almost disappeared into light.

The weight in my arms is already less than half and I can see how much it disappeared.

"I know, from... fine"

"Something good, ahhh, don't do it! Don't disappear!

I only have flesh above my chest anymore.

Only in one hand, its weight is gone.

"Hehe, that's crazy..."

"Do, don't... Hey, wait, wait!

Even that disappears quickly, with no more weight on the arm.

All that remains is a smile that is not commensurate with this occasion everywhere.

"... oh... boy, but man, I can't believe it.

It's so decent and romantic. "

"Ee-haw!?

My hand cuts the sky trying to grasp the scattered light, even if I know it's pointless.

Over and over again, cutting the sky leaves nothing in my stretched hand.

All that remained was a fierce sense of loss attacking the whole body and

"-------------------!!!

All I could do was cry like rushing heaven that didn't even make me a voice.